tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64739545173506606632024-02-07T06:41:26.373-05:00Today on the StreetYour thrice-weekly Coronation Street recap.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-61701848621014416652008-12-10T13:37:00.038-05:002008-12-10T14:57:16.857-05:003rd December, 2008 - Part Two<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-weight: bold; ">Corrie Special: Tony & Carla's Wedding - Part Two</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Graeme comes into the bookies', and tells Peter he wants to put money on some horses. He's feeling lucky. He's wearing this one sort of... mesh chain-mail half-glove thing that I'm assuming is used in butchering.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The first horse he chooses is “Cloth Ears” because his mum used to call him that. Peter's not surprised. Next is “Thriller Night.” Do you NEED to ask why?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr_aIOO3H9pxq8T1sx3PyZ-0Ol-sUcvA_-2jdXOzUqV6jF7iPiekL7FCLWKjY5B-lbtXxlbGU2Dkac37qTe2xLDvmMdPfZwgGiIgw0-pzE_7aTx-1TCzC_5pRqGNR9qMpZQ5k6wbu-TA/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278241097144195858" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPnDE_sPiKatP1Zlb5CoFcOm2u0M_68_-wZYrBOHU0Bw2uupC2bWYNDK2wKvVpdqgZlFmmtMFCOZFFvnOHkvvuSmlOpRmKXeUUjLs2pQA4L4MUKRlEBj1yoIHW_nabcFXFNpfFgLuv3k/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278241103828673090" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vvKWyKoLlSLhpYpA138SOJ_kAfPHIFQYiIiQAlAbp0RMrfx3Oi4Z49sNKHU5ijTNjBeqnJ7x2rQ8IBFmJBJFOvxbU4UGyDBvT0T0GkAg99X0rSNJDqKRMWl1HmO3fMbcFcprA9gMZVs/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240940825459442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEC-AxBC5LsqBW20zjNzxxLM9NqFi0xL2NdcOdFLxiAoNZtnWJ4EcE8RyR8LMUQYvNzfyWWa496u6g6HOcMO6QMSpxRJcCgQnPFNFiN51QWk6Y64zwAkjPFA7LJq4tpgqUr2O046JL-A/s200/04.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240946845674338" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">At the reception, Pat's been telling Tom and Sean about how Tony used to steal his action figures when they were kids... and hold them for ransom.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They seem to be just joking around, but Pat says Tony always had to have everything of his that he loved. Incidentally, that's how Tony met his first wife. Tony says that's enough of the trip down memory lane. This is about the future, and with Carla on his arm, he feels like he could conquer the world. Now he feels he really has got everything.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The bagpipe players start up another round and they all groan. Sean says he's heard that the definition of a gentleman is someone who can play the bagpipes... but doesn't.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGwhK7ZOH89vCGdMyx9aqJgAI8Oz4UjdPOD6AJYdUrd4flKJyYfajHu_sJ2760OH9Ok5jeyUAQ_AfwGaKs6l1-7j9EkmQLTkkyJTt9P8hHU7ri0TTiKOlkFuiODsxEFnf9CUHhiXcK1w/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240817884351714" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmi51bcZPmw9we-ZWT0reIBVwnHpjIUr85p8dKzGxEt0soS5YUgmkm5f_75iulQq-gNbuTKcP1MJYzE9kyGOm0bano7_HDKZEL4TGxSrheYT8B_UgvmLtm3B4NvhQT_nhn-xVJRpER60c/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240644752332290" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5HKQ0PVoac6YeEjO2y5a62MIl4U0TUYNc6TE7ycpVo1WAavWF-ZI8xPAIQVh7riFJcjKYIWb26scs4zprUPlbx526Poa-MgPma77gIWF5vjufobj_gT_Spx1ZFpqs3si6VuzAMfyiXU/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240644562539426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhau2ztEwcMi0uDtLgjlHCIjUHUbRYKWo16ntg3UJa4_0SPvvsMyz8u5AeIOqn6jOy7uNBrtFxxEWNc0e3MgTPxdilQiWFtlRV-7BLHp-AGR7O6HhoJjISwL4LasdQc8MgM-7_sTcwGyVQ/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240419319554306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZqiFaY4CXAGfAlkJjBiDemc02bYWhdpT9JVkLedH2AfuP9cyDnLlvLH2OLfjllxtY9up1VQcnynWFjeRrOpqTcqwFyG0c44y9ikojc2g0d5OCclz2EMVeyA6WQQE65MX9UAaw4vUTuI/s200/09.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240423728791474" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFygJwp3oGy1_xE_5QYHMQcD2kSaM3-KGUtq8tY1EjEqkYq-spqzaxD2pzhVfx3rrZKhk-dWUb6owJgXFwAJl5AAYJ4mtQvAt2_6C5j4RCMl5L2kHHAHYI-ADbcRNYEZp7if9O6LQxU_Y/s200/10.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240422812213602" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla comes over to Kelly and the Websters and asks how they're doing. They tell her it was a lovely service, and Sally tells Carla how much she loves her dress. Carla likes Sally's too, and Sally whispers to her that it cost a fortune.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin's REALLY drunk. He starts loudly berating Sally, asking how much she spent just to impress Carla. Carla tells Kevin to keep it down, but he starts trying to find the tag on Sally's dress. He accidentally bumps his plate of food into Carla and spills guacamole ALL down the front of her dress.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie and Sally start apologizing profusely for her father's behavior, and Tony comes over to see if she's okay. She tells him every thing's fine and asks him to get her another glass of champagne. Tony glares at a staggering Kevin, but does as his wife asks... reluctantly.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla turns to Sally. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“Sally, I realize your family don't usually come to places that use metal cutlery, but do us a favor, will ya? If you lot can't behave at least half civilized, there's a pub over the road with a pool table. Maybe you'll feel more comfortable there, eh?”</span> She leaves, and Sally looks LIVID.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Everyone has quite the laugh at all this, especially Janice. Sally defends Kevin, saying it was an accident. Yeah, like it was an accident all those beers flew down his gullet? Kevin stumbles off to make room for some more.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">How DARE she talk about my family that way. If everyone knew HALF the things that dirty cow had done!” Sally downs the last of her champagne and storms off.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0wUY-w4U4imoqH083qb3Nm5O4r3PDPP-JKKfEYFM5MsBoeUcpImZNpskHH37ZTC0ZyB2k7hcrJAGI3KeCoMBfu2mSVjMvdZlkcdRMilOj2PPIk_4tCuciDmW9-JL0eE-aQQRLNyC4Io/s200/11.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240235258214098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzpZUZTV6QDCS9mAa6jl7Mi7YloR5qDf3b4qMchXOy2SeL5ACY3k9f6ZUNaPOi6O3JAnyHNEfJ3LfRzKtc_4-hsVrHfU_cBfs7t2iBElWdtKRRIV51qdmqcce2ArtNF76_q_-aIcsNBUQ/s200/12.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240234233624770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzzYzDWSrEtTuX5hRAn4ek6D3A1djtPwzVXder1nwYOniNLCT3cRuzsolZSIDGMuxiqQBVeSxhQmOz1y5RTG0CIAclnuCy6Z6Qr5wXLBb_uhn0ELsVVH_Z7B9JUOSJbIaROW_fXnADF8/s200/13.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240244821452594" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0imZifM9BIS7pLskCit5alPDnkVCb7uiG_TNhIAwe7NKyQWi00uboFt-Fl0nyl61BD6EHSS9DGAfPCOr8Lo_t1FMqumXIhdAw2M6vqKud5QO4ipPY4uRieazqGyC8PhnxAfHfPB5KLSo/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240063608855282" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0R8dc57OC9dbtWHXWTY3KgZKqZI46rcuYdU5BjpFMTCU007p9PcP6vCNN48PDQzKkx26t0h8zcqpOiTecizYEG4Wi-STM1bFTtqj7ZcAL9mnnGqRbOrPC-kBqK1K-OGB9EJXlJQya2Eg/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240068965845954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHnoQtFP8x4bVq-55ohsTXRBZC-20FBrtFz8k3-2-ouTgHQXaSblbi09oCsZptQpiBfRNokpVqQtfN_TL3-whUvX8BEBkV9dWNeggRkQ4vqgyJC1kl-_8jqayGUohVyJMci7nraPMKjE/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240067528745938" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kabin</span>, Tina tries to help Norris download some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ring tones</span> for his new phone, but he can't get it to stop playing 'Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me.'</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Her dad comes into the shop and is talking to someone on the phone about ordering new tools. She asks him how he's going to pay for them. The bank's already said no. He says he's relying on a finance company, and she gets very upset. They charge a fortune in interest. He tells her not to worry. Every thing's back on track.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Mary turns up and Tina calls Norris out from the back. He asks how she's enjoying the foot spa, and she says it's actually another competition prize she's come to see him about.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dierdre's at the salon and gets a phone call from Simon's teacher. School's out and Simon's still waiting there. She can't reach Peter. Dierdre promises her she'll sort it, and says she's sure Peter's on his way.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7xSUiF0E_uPVXazRrwbn1JINHNJboV89ys6Rf_eQDwTZhFFh1NPXy5MWsKZ9Hsh_SFfHhmvQM5aMN8rO0nIIDKHMyHWIYPbcVgdzJgi0J6KLTGP5mrIKTsmx0oRKXf75U4hGYGiSMTo/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239743605351554" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2lVsS6K7hjkLTgQpkTASAPOsBzE_u5accOkhri6rfLrfnc3Qr82lSPsN9InKH5o-R6D0l-MxcQYYcYRaLlIaHKe5Z4enAR9HzoP55OkazyeijtdalsEGBqWI56c-Hq7nmuvDWjcvqWk/s200/18.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239618378126370" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thriller Night's doing amazingly well, and Graeme's other horses have already won.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter's mobile vibrates, but the telly's too loud, and neither of them hear it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dierdre hangs up. She calls Ken at the library, and tells him Peter is late picking Simon up. Ken's right around the corner from the school, and she asks if he can go pick him up.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUr0Oa_u94m5lKs3SVyoHXCfJ7U7YyQNlQ6G4pNb8Shm3fjeqDHsrYakrdkkVWHVcs0_W9cepUYE1D4agNXUVKsqSmEIjTE645VbvbKHkauiAtayAG0ly0sdzxbOcC5uNGrPwttx6GIM/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239514216432626" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_dvpeb83PqzZ_wa1tLYhKpYjtcHDdIQ8cB5DdJwJa6d0QqCD5aXU4YHzrUnfJrT-VoG17cvxZ1YPqwopZYd53QsSLdMzwGFLRE0hZGpJq0Xy4kwnVT1Sv1OygDdqGuSQEAlCalDmBc8/s200/20.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239325748989986" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter counts out Graeme's 340 pounds in winnings. Graeme reckons this glove is his lucky charm. Peter notices the time and forces Graeme out the door. They're closed.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Back the reception, the girls ooh and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ahh</span> over the spectacular food. There's sushi, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sashimi</span>, and soft-shell crab with avocado. Janice says Sushi and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Sashimi</span> sound like a pair of Japanese strippers. You couldn't pay her to eat raw fish. Sean says he'll try anything once... twice if he likes it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq7aVH1lhc0KTQ_W4ORpqFEvUXgyxaSCQaKIJG5JCFl-xCyypO1rKI6lNyPOqWukTP2Tretxcso-3G4jlcbs-jqfbk1-n3lzssycG27Vo3TwxRft18BlSc1mawbk5dAWOswdPhmR73Xc/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239197991097682" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJx4oyvzcZsvATt6KEme-luTI09ZYtIbkF2lekMeAh9iUh1uAkVYovu-lN6Z8LjxXBZ0Oih8DNpLon4b7nzSqXKlNqSjp_7UpTDKUYo0jfMllN5xJbDdqlR-SakmK7dr1iWtjiFi-rAc/s200/22.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239202310505346" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQbVNXsmm0kLDo2yHWVHOdb9nPixUGVqLB-48OjYy6H9nPpSRIJwkGPEpsa4eAuKzSn47YiCKsCzwuDr_g0GCd0o_pb6W-7IlV56Hvo6Yrnx3ghTxH0-NC2tMgqMMS0MNp01Cq4kvhxE/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239069343148226" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony and Carla share a dance together. He asks her if she realizes she's just made him the happiest man on the planet. He asks if “Mrs. Gordon” has any regrets. She says no, but it's early days yet. Pat comes over and lets Tony know the bagpipe players want payment. Tony tells Carla he'll be right back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie follows her mum into the room, and Sally gives Carla the EVILEST of stares.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjT6XQrN2VJ67bER_Ca_40WlEJhRR1wa6aMrK0Vt3UTqKGIzlYrQmO8SLC8rpenQndYEBJLFRUs2O6u-rqeR6QGllg3VuvHSJcGYWvxTbqOgx41n2GRIaQN5fTc_fq5TFhYB3ts38uKU/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238784298283282" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBU4Y76YGlagPoy1tgQempg40quh-eCDsNIuSPFSeSBpwYvvGvxF5K_4dzJLYazEpTG_Q-mZlkkhh9qSBB10dI27dEj6vWY-vv5Wm32oHjbo6KJmI3q96xjv3R3kWCv-kVO9NfKCFxRs/s200/25.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238626105410914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCwPKpuLmkjFTbH6IIcKmN0vsVtunVObjbuzSj0pGJVqXSI4bSDTvtfzH0u7Hgeo5SR9KA2lDLZpzwxjF-uv3Ik01FVKOZ-qsH7SB1envwv_HJBP5bzmFR3GN4kkiANi0ZQD6aPvdCR8/s200/26.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238630162802962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAa4D8QZ37ioViC_eJWi-mU8hZGB5sO5FLL0PLaSOG5fIMLQcez8k0Y4HCrgqE9VSdUn34O9rFBYXJJ-zSCKCsgF1z2p9uhEt9jUxxNOIoSzXxJynU4D3J2GNjcJfmVb_TufaloIUrcQ4/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238633019964434" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ryan tells Carla to smile for the camera, and she playfully grabs it out of his hands and tells him she hates being filmed. He says he'll give her a break, seeing as it IS her wedding day. She lovingly grabs his hair and tells him today doesn't change anything. She'll always be his Auntie. He says he'll have to keep that in mind the next time he has to borrow a few quid. She hugs him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla asks him where Steve and his mum are. He says they had a massive fight. Steve stayed home and Michelle's been in and out all day sending him evil texts.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla turns to Maria and asks how she liked the service. Maria says it was brilliant and starts to choke up a little bit. Carla does her best to calm her down and tells her she's been holding it together brilliantly. It's been a tough day all around. Maria says Liam should be there, and Carla hugs her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu6wUdnPwfw8yRZMNjvZr9Ob761VcGdv9lQt870jlJovjqaDf9kafba3ztCweg_wFsC6YHYKqs7ck5EigVrnTbrUUWrmlKFw4hIRBQx4KQvQJG1lTS5uUiP3FQc0yz5I2s8RGje2h2E0/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238461557384834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtqYDenWInHuW40rCGcGvHRKVA-UZiVT59LAQdSery9KlOPQ-2cDFNybNqrHRof2G8fH6ShBamP8HFI9lAmv6qWh5ZtktSWZr17Zc0a1XGcwRXgQex61jOFg8j-DYXOSHZGYYp1YTP9E/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238461563795378" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZBeBbwDuzefAOigzfy1K0BwMJl-Zc_yEu5hJXGbdw_zxo3B4K56lenp5b4xEYGa8ANRu2jnXWT2nKbKYRrWTs3OoNVZ7KM7_eIBvb6IcnK_UAFVWcv8PLvPFrqWmnLvz3KSP-qqK598/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238279732033970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWNqCQFMhHOUpoM8kVpPb1v3XztKC1P4yhKrPsZ5el8ljB8I1O_jBCS30cWQF5H1oX50IbqJXd3LNea50oa8XUy6wHW95fT0avNtMrjJ4FZ2jNI9ZcP9ZrW9ddHOeFnrfU_YZzIiR8PI/s200/31.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238285466802946" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">From the corner, Sally swigs another glass of champagne and calls Carla a “two-faced, hypocritical tart.” Rosie asks her mum to please keep it down, but Sally's disgusted that poor Maria's breaking her heart thinking that Liam was the perfect bloke, when all the time...</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie says she only saw them kissing the once, and supposes maybe it was just that. Sally can't imagine a woman like THAT would stop at a kiss. And SHE'S got the nerve to bad-mouth HER family. A caterer walks by and Sally swaps out her empty glass for a full one.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky and Steve each down another glass of beer. Becky wonders who's picking up Amy from school, and Steve tells her Liz is taking her out for pizza.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He says this is hardly much of a drinking game. They're never going to get drunk at this rate. She assures him this is only round one. Spirits are next.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Since it's so slow today, he suggests they go in the back for two minutes. This time, she seems more keen on the idea. She says is she can get rid of Blanche and Jed, maybe they can have five. She grabs his ass as she walks by.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-ibc37LJMvxpfvmGFOkNEJg2pfQVd3w4KTjfocMgC-iwQ9Dzlec7J_W5bhZExLulj3rBI8HuRNyaxtOpCXIQvFfYe10zMqdRzai1sRO7vntENqb8R03PupngS7zljeLj-ISib1__BVI/s200/32.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238141806305426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZE-CSA__4ABgRaMNE-Z9rdCCMpef_2k2B4f_FhvA3VOwgrLZyY6x-yx9F_JzBIf_Q4lZ7bng7jF1e2-QotNactM9rgFhiyfV2LTLM3Lgp8uk243gm8GJaBrUevNRB6Vj-AG4AzvfuSSs/s200/33.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278238138967842466" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzigTgnFBQ1q9o9oPsM7CctsP3cBeQI3wHVGJldK-YBxNqoE67_Iuom9RZk-ggJaAFW_2tikYmxpH77N_1a8U24DcrglHvucx8VtawWenILGwAVWqoZCIOy8t3ozwmUKEpBNiJw7eQaVY/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237989848600946" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUhkHnjIN2cx1ZzwolvNsosqsuexR_Yi7m_eSsuwzOVfcCxx013Y670Fsn9_q8oQ_4FTv9BUVZrSBcQ9x5A0-IlalRBY55XTh8_oSsCRGJjfKcBQSt3ushep-M9Zv7k9V79281dXlMb8/s200/35.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237997829395410" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She suggests to the two of them that maybe they'd like to go home for their tea by now. Blanche says she IS a bit peckish, and they ask what sort of food she has. Becky tells them all they have are sandwiches, and those have been hanging around for hours. They give up and say they'll just have another round of drinks. Blanche tells Becky to put it on HER tab this time.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Norris and Mary come into the pub. Blanche says whatever they're having, put it on her tab as well. Becky grumbles that if they sit down, she'll bring them over.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed notices Norris' brand new gold cuff links. Mary won them in a competition. They were a gift. Blanche says if those are gold, she's Catherine the Great. Mary introduces herself as Mary the Magnificent. Norris smiles.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6Mqs7l_wpQfrR8x3MAoQtpE07lr1h2PMz0gIIBtai6-x5HJkM687uwyp4-jsHPEruZu84_3AXC75ksIHSW2yeM7C24h_BWvUzxq6xW68WS3dmjwr2tjKCotw2KgV3wWT1B6WMK78C0c/s200/36.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237825420320850" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8xG3U6f82ZsuGskTAwS7p2kdOp6pD512oHFsHOayNZpacv1n8QtP4-ycLmVZY2lhXIqCi4BDuHPnFem_5GnRNDlUaPMl3CsLJjWJt9kZ4kUM4pwYTE_X0naSCMJLaQrjhydfqS0lDYA/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237830072664242" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6l_7IeRGmN2zicGXmlGIf2Z3ZCG66reLhRGpGU-hl_jWuOkoAfB0sr8_5LaawCt8hJKhwqony8p-uWGCzUutiX5C0HALOGfPUPunXIJmCrOl3BLt8dDLC75xI0aIwa7aC2ruz2fedxY/s200/38.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237579539497538" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHL9VXwo8XQC6VSq_Sbci6uyH50qm2mfLhdcuWGj3uqL_3vISxXiwkAdn5pSuLaiw4XOdFWsKyXWO3Nhm-jKd_V9mJvJTLeQdCE2AK5_CCK1Fp6mQ07k9-e4kF_QQP4bv8gcCfT9vaK8/s200/39.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237581482077778" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzpesbhURHOtHUpSh6ZdNbcRNHjTTJpZbBl_p3lykYmP86sjw9sITqxa_bZrlHdPV7r1CLVknvyCf1hhmLjCaGOLOUs4RWmlMfrz8UBFrohefmLH3tkN-dvqN6GflNc61TF6JQkOqUPU/s200/40.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237587720959346" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony clinks his glass to quiet everyone down. He says he promised his wife there'd be no speeches today because it's been a difficult year... for a number of reasons. Kevin mumbles that they all know who that's down to, and Carla snaps at him to have some respect. Sally glares even harder at Carla.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">As Tony was saying... it would be amiss, if they didn't raise a glass to the one person who isn't there. Liam. He'll never be forgotten. “To Liam.” They all raise a glass, even Kevin.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria can't take it. She hands Tom her glass and goes out the back. He starts to go after her, but Leann grabs his arm and suggests he give her a few minutes.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Neither Sally nor Kevin can hardly stay on their feet. They've both had WAY too much to drink and they're swaying back and forth. “If Maria only knew what that COW had been up to with her PRECIOUS Liam.” Rosie looks embarrassed to know both of them.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DR-lmIzyYLlbBG3ahw-pJE-x84zh_0GCvWc2Gkxmq89eNxsmZJuB58izjPr6kkeLXibFwAuPtbRitPfJDG0M75_OM6pYIcmi_09OuuCkQ5U-sPa9ClY-4IQORyj3hqSziG5HZtg-_do/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237269223159474" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha42ntkkaCpkkDJ_IRw_2Ry9DVJvWJf8MGcSNP9YXSo2lvtKU3wqUl85-L5mBFOlELgJ4yzmO005Opf7nykBSM1c2XUbTF5_NmibgnJhRf1_lVmWyazRW0jY25D8A8IWiEo3QUaZ06koQ/s200/42.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237143859580418" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X4HBy3RXxmCNj5FVZBA31pJBum3SwzOQzOFecQjCBdlfTeHKU23UmtOMbv27cVsXLv7mZsLZkfHxBr1LfmnrC1ABIZYtttjRxOXOawvmiX97Xv4cYXXB___ksIwvPdfo1wr9hCrDRN4/s200/43.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237147552212386" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla's silent and Tony asks if she's okay. She tells him how nice the toast was. He asks if she's looking forward to the honeymoon, and she has no idea what he's talking about. He's got a suitcase packed for her waiting in a cab outside. He's prepared to whisk her off to someplace amazing, but he won't tell her where. They kiss.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally glares at them and heads out the back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">At the top of the stairs, Maria sobs.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally watches her from the bottom.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboZDd3GWMzWkip4uTNKBnAt2WbBvcutNTVzLG-SfisphB30jK3VWIJpu-DqUpmh4GUJPhJQ90IcRdFtMUsNLCQ9DU1ZJA5eqzfOHi1K5xviEwsAwEbwwVeDDB_gEQ-pAjl1PHGG1mR20/s200/44.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236887288813090" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbR0IaYeYeo8mdWixVgC_BvthLL5H8St7MdhjzR6O21a2-TV6Lt8fDMlI_mrHohWVFM13bllqGoqEJAgQo4r5QRyThpIxT8lGs4WUkqiAMLjIb9LGDCFl-HZjHNAz-lU2AZNMCG58vPL0/s200/45.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236725014441810" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UUsWR77mCUd_X_UAQhHnI1m62_x-VXEHJ16Pi0MgHgk4SU-SyH7HNYf-l9nPOB2y5_zlY5LLMNTQ9UtOeUVpYeOj8lB-nqOGTk-aun3qIYTJ9VPlx8nWo_VzNoBVb9nsoliWAaO8AzE/s200/46.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236731113031330" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzxNATXDUMskzho9yP7Td-f8Rabwpxj49R15FQJ9xDfFh8z9etBvGF0etzSfFlU_LQUbnbRhE5TxBGBIO9w3uwduup9luJxrSioazescWpgWlFdPzN5ZmbtplT6f-VmNu9RZpywn9QEQ/s200/47.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236730683925010" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ken, Dierdre, and Simon come out of the Kabin. They've bought him a comic! His mummy used to buy him comics.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter drives up and runs over to them. Dierdre explains to him what happened, and he asks why the teacher didn't ring HIM. She did... and so did Dierdre. Ken asks why he hasn't been answering, and Peter says he left his phone in the shop when he realized he was late.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter apologizes to Ken and tells him it won't happen again. He was only 15 minutes late. Ken tells him you can't be LATE for a child, especially one that's been through what Simon has. He needs stability above all else. Peter says he's still trying to get used to this all as well.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">If Peter needs help, all he has to do is ask.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally staggers up to Maria at the top of the stairs and puts her arm around her. She can't stand seeing her like this.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria tells Sally she never thought she deserved Liam. He was so perfect. She always thought he'd leave her one day... but not like this. She starts to cry again. Never like this. She sobs.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally looks down at Maria... and tells her that Liam doesn't deserve her tears. She looks up at Sally, confused. Sally hates to be the one to tell her... but she just thinks it's better that she know. Maria asks what she's on about.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Liam was having an affair with Carla.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZWajiMktZyTfcMWb9BiFYdRjOymd0U6kWmMbP1owvVBzjE5CHsuKGjp55lxwH6AndgHXcqKZ_uA54nmh6c_DoeUBhurK9MJAOFQFzbc6jl8IANYjUIpQbeaNd4JXOLr7TmiiDjiJwfs/s200/48.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236504833981346" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N4ARCnHXJxv8RfKOdaoM8-xPJTNeQVW3hoRBlxHO791FwMpAr4jJaKaqwfpRPGyH9DPTdkBM_iPiD2IgDpIFLkUhWC-WwvG56211BlL8pWLk0DM8x3Mwr4C5-Oz5aDj2NCUM7NvKrfc/s200/49.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236504874677650" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHo5tLOjb6U0-DSe9koMgnxfA4pQL_YPjl0atTjFAYihVe6-9IivudmRVj2DIiraXmw35qnTKKFqH57ZC_e2i2f0WGtcNPv_0IJ9ro8HgOhYnkjCr3GEmw9odtjrVh8-rINat353aXwXs/s200/50.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236506735182034" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrI4L1dDSxrwTo9Psd8QrAFCKm7NekyH07sypa_ALOsWockNMVLXRp_YTXRTq_3Oxx-WGk3fv1lZBg7uSwFWK-3_LAhOKGlLlKccxiaLLN6gPbBBlJnULkr1of5DY87FFIG5mlYRfE-78/s200/51.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236207265955618" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4rG-hR9m8ORgVF3CNUkesZ9-NxyAgEXO4F6mSjCw29nauSUdObQ2CJmn6xuX2UxSwtamjfSGu9uxibEFxxYi1XeUm3hSfIgQNfclkMJfNklVJc5Mos9wo3kVuNLrKerTDrA55ea0LuQ/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236205882034306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyCXjVa1UxIpeClV8cq8GnRv5yynBeiJO_rGWz5TedDaH99HaEM6TbqJTg0jSyv5fKCUdMqur1Ms6ZOC9E6xkt_CDwKwEHdtlb75KWYXg8zSSXXiOaUf6j67oGa61iRRZ8rjguTzoxxU/s200/53.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236103937973810" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFEnXnbIQGnmTUljLv-kuNr7GL_bGRCysBkoHEWzIC1Fr8HN8B7ZDxwmbZt7fvI1JwsFQbKU8UWczgFNONlP1oN7HWA2uSEpyik1JmTKb0sKiIdJg-4DwmzzhcPvZ9qSncjiYBKM7QA0/s200/54.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278236108032544786" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie comes up the stairs behind them and hears this. She runs over to her mum. Maria asks why she would say something like that. Sally tells her it's true... Rosie saw them kissing. She's got it on her mobile phone.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie grabs her mum and tells Maria not to listen to her. She's drunk. Maria asks Rosie to show her. Before Rosie can say anything, Maria asks her again. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">“Show me!”</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally grabs Rosie's purse out of her hands and tells her Maria deserves to know. Rosie yells at her mum to stop it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally hands Maria the phone. She sees the video of Liam and Carla kissing, and goes BALLISTIC. She throws the phone to the ground and runs down the stairs.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie asks her mum what the hell she's done.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria rounds the corner and stops, catching her breath. She grabs onto her necklace... a gift from Liam. She holds onto it for a second... and then RIPS it off, the pieces falling to the floor.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She staggers down the hallway for a second, catches her balance and RUNS.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNc3p8onINn0gYyiDtVa9XGU94NUtLD9dGmWFz1NkceSJeiLaHK9Iz1EAIrM9S07ru6eE4FY08A1bZW3LB1BhpZodSQDMZXgdnJwOXm3f9M_AOa0q5WSvAbbfWS_eHA9naYzmdKh7ysrY/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278235754069292338" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Outside, wedding-goers shower a gleeful Tony and Carla with flower petals.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria runs down the stairs and SCREAMS Carla's name.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ijo3V6nCRD1hDjo5YpslO-1y7yEJuS1NilWBzz4jwJJ_qdOxa-xj9HTwUmFE7yFWMYw33yHXC3yEYJzwevF6hVsbcoUfMs9WVPnDIN9sENpv05s9Acz8Kg2IpqRRmoJQ_M_dQgdgqQg/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278235316776426402" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9a1DIqK1Z0xoek6pE_iTR4nOmfP73aZgsbTKcxtTMVgc27s4KpzyIVg5iYvwBxivRgsEVOYJDPVLP2bc_PMaFXhIV6BCiDYta5gqRMCP9nWgJVHEy6aSC6luIMkcA7hyMPn4PE-6IYHQ/s200/61.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278235207784964146" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla smiles as she heads down the front steps to their cab.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria runs into the bathroom, kicking open a stall.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKkyDZXrRrnUZNiQ-P_lHJi_ahAu_rrG_35ogQJVdQwACgKNJBHX2Ylq-JAesRT5Ho_Vo5Y9HbAJte6FGItr1rdA3JXRxcgotI4x-OWhmnwcmKgWZJdZtM11KgkQKCf8YXKHT1XgmlNo/s200/62.jpg" style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234859396886162" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAhQWN9MruRajj9zagAB2JGDkybZki6w9Wbsheamb78GCNPaMSEJ3x9cqNP0rH9fu62l-_V_uVZjisQkfp7Ac8g_BcFcUpQmy6kE2MS6rHIX7X7NgT1mYP4yCjXClWOCjwrXUWBw5nxU/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234763343043618" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony and Carla look out at the crowd.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria, her face stained with tears, wonders where to look next.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlf2_5lI_emjnulOft-flmSBFVe7Dv_v_bgjNZMOtMpyEdU1p3eI98Fo8xNGnt893WjFnGtruzy9OOKFXXWZXkS5-ms-UcaTtHcu5rL3RYsmpQnqV8J9w3ByL8g2aCJfY-zuFGI2GxAgo/s200/66.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234649191194626" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJGGoiMBtxKi_TW-GPKWvqkzUSdosgCvDeDoti6U52iDLQ1ZQuepvgRV_CrMNCyuZtixFR1jBtdp-cto_IDqweaztlkDIOVR7RbIdiNXeCM67iL8U-rhcntwqi5-deRQiOpojPrIgzQQ/s200/67.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234490224709074" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Pat throws petals at Carla as Kelly takes a picture.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria pushes past the Websters and a sobbing Rosie at the bottom of the stairs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC287fSXaBn9_zqjSsZK8emwV4T58w3dEJ-hJI7cFIK7F6CMbytgO5Gy5D12iQmqPVF25d7dyl7Z7eaTWTvLIdeLugoFKp4sOpQXt2OG6IkMR95Qn6ZBW53xr8RBuODrCG30HkWSv_8-4/s200/68.jpg" style="float:right; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234144014660210" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The cab drives off, just as Maria runs down the front steps. Everyone's cheering. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">“Where are the going??”</span> she asks.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tom says they don't know. Tony wanted to surprise her. Maria says he's not the only one. That BITCH was screwing her husband!</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tom looks VERY confused, but Leann looks away. Maria tells him Rosie's got a video of it. She's just seen it. Leann asks Ryan to go find his mum and flag them down a cab.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin tells his family they're going home... NOW.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[Now would be an appropriate time to take a break, maybe grab a drink... That was intense! Don't worry, it'll still be here when you get back.]</span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3uuGBj-6zc4G-FzlIIJelOcVty3eVBjHjNKsm7rdYSuKaYh7PzfSZifPuSj6WNlURXU1ZPiiIfzMPbDBP4ha5QG3cn82Wcd6JUZIhNhy9IA5dcJZbUCPlqkRYSP7CZrk0sHmpt-f1wrs/s200/71.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233996061311730" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfU_OXQioqMzeLPhnV4TOVHbynRBApS0wOSfUCY0vUZfwq4ABOmvJSLhBUFHu80svINLb9Kf2BpLI4d96qvawo6Vcfi022EkVzrIpw_p54rLqCPcjsbBe1DqQEyvGrYf36nL9Kbo3wKB0/s200/72.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233999604669586" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeAhee4Fw1mlmuycpMoFOF71qLxt49CQrRaclpnT7EiyH5C3Vy8949-lZwPAfQhIW6_VwePCsTXajAFleEzfHLHPy7xAuqYOHbEMz-ERaDWwp-YOmTZm5rgbgoQMFobNMRxFyPUmzeII/s200/73.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233838577593826" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuOqDXVYBrWRLmaulR0Bf6wn27ewuGt2Zo39WPFCRba0474HPPErqdQug2gF5YdCxUC8eBlQej0f67FVJyAu2-gdmUBkCoM1uSZTTpXb9sMSa_JMc408uGHilcgRCJxnTPDA73UkXAHI/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233849387839362" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Norris shows Mary some lawn aerating shoes he won in a recent competition. He had to name a new type of rose. He suggests Mary take them since she's got a garden. She says she couldn't possibly, but he insists, especially after the lovely cuff links she's given him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed suggests nothing says “I love you” more than a pair of spiky flip flops. Mary and Norris ignore him and go for a walk.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve and Becky down another glass of something, and he tells her how much fun he's had today. He might start doing his own rotors from now on. She likes that idea.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They look over at Blanche passed out in her booth and wonder if she's alright. Becky says she's indestructible, but Steve thinks she may have had too much gin this afternoon. Becky grabs a mirror out of her bag and holds it under Blanche's nose. She's still breathing.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Seeing they're finally alone, they wrap their arms around each other and go in for a kiss.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdOJmNEMmS7TdZU9kqK92-lI7sj05JVUp8Z2kS5iQlkPbU2iiiezNk4p3uQwiPgODT_LkGjn964xYopwiPJWiseleu8MfR6gRze6J3P7GjCw576F6uuOCWaRH6K53gHOIiRO98vR53tY/s200/75.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233670291607762" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1GWA6R1In6AiEyAAD_ivmsA4sNRKt8aZj40G-yVhfOhES4cq2GdLhxXFeUt-Wl0j707MOxeQmCPJ_2BtTVfCRNc65KQqyEZn1RQULqEcBAGywTo_5ckQkWLYTGLHDAVlK8jhK2fHNx0/s200/76.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233668861536834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NwQlZnp2f03RT1eJK3MfHap_F6F88H4jRozCbvvFuDc8cexnmqSIcdzbTF6MxxO4pwllOhN9g1UY8z2PCmkCR7GJq78ngpSQtfcYT6YGZEPXL0M2ipSS-nyoYAaD_AfPP4S498-sBcA/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233674026630706" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5u9nBgtUaXuugxDhj0Vl9Q1TcAW-lmeBAwf7g4Gq5179PN5cz-cIBXqiqXffA2R_Hz4k2SDEUHgLGAi3RwnmirWHeQcnSdluyC06yxlOrsk4EGcxexuV0YXWas1BYRxCnph6mQO3oCM/s200/78.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233475799128770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZchHCkIzh83nWWxrbDT8dFoSMDrWbhcNq19pX78rXn12L-PUNtnMyzxsUAdAUwEk0G5YPCiBg7Ku5S8lsTfx-oE37dAmDpQMVLLCtkH4pdTYQsERRBbml51kZl0Xt8Pjd1652UJelcJ0/s200/79.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233482733150274" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle, Tom, and Ryan chase an upset Maria into the pub. They JUST miss Steve and Becky kissing. Michelle suggests she sit down. Maria shouts that she'll kill Carla. She'll flamin' kill her!</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve asks what the hell's going on, and Maria tells him she's just found out her PRECIOUS husband was sleeping with Carla. Tom explains Rosie had a video of the two of them kissing... or something. Steve still doesn't quite get it, and Maria goes off on him. Tom tells her she needs to calm down, and Michelle thinks she's just upset.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria turns on her... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">“You knew about this, didn't ya?”</span> Michelle's confused. Maria always knew something was going on, but Michelle always talked her out of it. Michelle swears she had no idea.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria turns to Tom and says the two of them never went to the toilet without the other one knowing.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve meekly suggests Maria come through to the back, but she says there's only ONE place she's going. She's gonna go find that “smug cow” Rosie, find out what really happened. Tom grabs her and tries to stop her, but she tells him to take his hands off her and runs out of the pub.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He tells Michelle he'll go after her. Michelle says she can't believe any of this... as if Maria hasn't been through enough</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRw3ieuFQpNMqntg7u1hO-Xw9UVev667Q9F6h4QYTFBiAC7C-WHdXIfurl87CLLtcrRNmmmbs5fY1LLpr_WRdS96YyXB63myxvROrrWMCidmOcUdeGgD01rQBZm1WdUJ7qXL6g4ut-zM/s200/80.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233293533610738" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP0crkzmhAnO0AAdhUZJ9U5vedAAV7jolE9bEIQ0htFUlFirR8-bUfsaEHKlqVVjhk2m5cUAZtfmG1VES-G0wPuXdC17nJsihxsZHDazvQ9lz4QpPyXdmWJ0yOLZ-dVqH3eWeI9LkZmo/s200/81.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233320504394706" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntf5ixNu2ZpPGPEKNy7OJj-bSCeg-62FS4R29BFEXyA8pgfuJIgagoEivGhsYKBTyqyU3fCUBGdtZ6iMhbmTUNa0DbKwq19qIPabU59R60soS0e2XsYY7CdQIUwSyHhuyAaD3W9Fuw68/s200/82.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233321794368290" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xqEY0J7V41uvzhpjU4gcTjCDqmxmEWX9iQPDGKaplnaSRYzm6FxQm2oSylVtQt71lTT8xiRlN-Xn0-8TsYOkYWFCz58bzHFCCci2NEJkrYEe-hXDNkDclTeST9CqJYOHFuipKiBOFmw/s200/83.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233076526638306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvvhMDTqig9H-aJl3QGoHpXUDNPMfy3BQWtjxmevKo-SpMDhcAutVQbEas6PZAXnniZWqwDWdfV2cL4VuIlpy3PVzHYEm7fP7SsCHuYd822ARgiDtiX8wzjkKZ-3EmnpdZ8bwfDPERtU/s200/84.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278233079742074802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SpWDRGZCA1LhKbgvMeR_s_Qsz_A_YrlQzv1S80nn75_3oI2HgujpZ3HvJ8yxuNIiqlf5fnTm0LvcNQCgiiz_E2L9CbjRXqIUn3a28k6wanAAouaC1zCIhtVzAlIFyiZmT7sFihZx2K0/s200/85.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232939187979954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJ4OuvnQDUxaQee8ZJKSu79YP8DmpPa-8dmq3NEn2qhDdj4U9v9RE8hSi9Ipvu4vR8IFwvBOX6Goxls5aYWibMs4qpa9-Rgl2etBc1peLERN-kBIbOgyTZXVsXTYsSqSQXDZTl5wJFtI/s200/86.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232944597832018" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdzDBe_Kela9vLHRRkklryKRKuTWcADbkgoZTd7GP6-nQt8ijNgWG0GQdyg2p17I0yaAV-te573lfNxeBE4RyCaqgAZexpVd7kl7uPuITOQhCbl1zK5syTSf3wavISyPyGr8TpkiVqPY/s200/87.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232945239953074" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria pounds on the Websters' front door. Tom and Michelle catch up. She asks Maria to come back inside. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">“You think I want anything to do with your family again?”</span> Tom tells her this isn't the way to handle this, and she says it has NOTHING to do with him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She continues to pound on the door and call for Rosie. A slurring Sally answers the door and tells Maria she'd better leave before Kevin gets back. Maria says she's not leaving until she gets Rosie's phone. Sally makes a frustrated grunt and goes to get the phone. She throws it at Maria and tells her she wishes she hadn't said anything now. She just looked... so upset. She sighs and watches Maria stomp back to her flat.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria opens her door and throws her keys on the table. Liam's dog Ozzy hears her and jumps off the couch. He runs over to Maria and starts lovingly licking her hand.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She sits down and starts to cry... watching the video over...</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and over...</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and over...</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;">...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MIfgB04OoJWUx4AKgcWBRoCvXeQW_0RsOoJBu45-Dbtau_FOPIzmCinTeQhnj-FT4JiQJZghvfrQBAHwHsWHWGgB3vwv3z1nM24vPOhQYwzTpoIq8PJSoUK7p7qLnAxGliWTYZjZL1A/s200/88.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232700763107826" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2huwqw3P8X6dC7ltrut0qqfJBxVIXTtEGo949RQ0MAah-gsObpJ0aCSceQWYxGeTCRc7RT9URwpzB5gcFs3jiFiuDcncVdPAeHxcdv5cQm0yoPY5FDftImnhC3ArGwEqHrzNMZ1sShYQ/s200/89.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232706597984338" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPT4XmX-j4cGedhp08FXIbclBLz1uOqlRKqVAawxU4k7Xc0_dqfkJ7FsdWIqU7Hg80B5r3-TxDIlHHH0RET99TC1_mGLROHAG4HTBNk5yIx4vXOqQbP-qbKxyYj_sGuL2De8tYh-udX6o/s200/90.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278232705743628610" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-14441560786830639482008-12-08T15:04:00.037-05:002008-12-08T16:17:58.950-05:003rd December, 2008 - Part One<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div><br /></div>Corrie Special: Tony & Carla's Wedding - Part One</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann comes down the street. She's got her dress in her arms. She sees Peter outside the bookies, and she smiles and waves.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Kd8jZxlif-Lg3L5VZuwODzi-lhdM8H2v0GaSAqxh26RUTOifh6Z_TQi_RpNJgX_OgvZ8ZoAKIlcmVyd8dVFor8UcNraGWmRcL3bywMXxClAfl56qqphYZd8_n0zREw1XQtVWIZmp3A8/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277520305268851266" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQIffwd3kh1E57sXgC99X5I3V0aGh9PYK1ob4prsOh4FcN0jYWMBm7PLUAHuMLpaSMtMg-wMbN3rbvkBqzrL9TyFxlwzZGM6vAEmW9oI8GwZPap8jWkuqBvzEQztxhWeYT0MsN5i6_8g/s200/02.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277520146601418146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSv3EkHHaU7VquU2xWd1STbEiIOyXcqcLQ64jRjx4aWlsJMDEpcGg2hr_JgKAl3QxBO54RjEBzsHFByqNsm4EJGs3kRshFNC7vNlr4mkinuhrprCR-kOjwfTWJi6rdfM9-iusHTDL__4/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277520150398159394" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony and Pat head out of Underworld with their suits. Kevin Webster calls over to Tony from the garage and says he hopes there will be a lot of booze at the wedding. He's looking forward to getting “proper hammered.” Pat asks Tony if that man is really coming to his wedding, and Tony explains that his wife and daughter work for him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony asks how Pat liked the flat he set him up in last night. He felt right at home, and Tony tells him he could do him a really good deal on one if he ever fancies spreading his wings and flying south. “Leave Scotland?” asks Pat. “One traitor in the family's enough.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">From Maria's front door, Tom sees Tony and says surely he hasn't been working this morning. Pat jokes that Tony just likes showing off his empire. Tony tells them he had his clothes delivered to work. He didn't want Carla to see them before the big day. Maria wishes him luck.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaMOjJK1ajnvqL7HvmULXXrDt7ba_xBj3AUvc7umr6p50yG7LDTWhLiUnVSgEyfequHECcYs_eLM9C3L1PBYX3OI3LYTasRbrrd7e-8avwen4iQcx7iCsazSuBbLcxBOBXXRpqH4YuBA/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519944931025074" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-4GZG2KIdAMx5xG9bh0S7JZ7E6wlYEWvQMDMftgtKgL4liJVzfqwVGd_U5a6ejIUCoIs9f0gDWg_wmY-QuL1iu7sLV7zFR6hDLEWsTJ-bYacM6bC1HyT3j7wV2sfzduxG5nbGrzixVw/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519949855272594" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHB2hY-l4fYoWaArhqUnrwKa5GeJWZL0WPJ0JLifBtH2JG-NHrNS-4BD0JWs0XHhU4HTYw0bOMLYOrk_pCB2LW2I4XYjioAKrL03_tyN5hoOgEtOuoBtLpgTar7Gr_W3JiboSa5riyP0/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519806349759954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatk-taNdpmEJA_-JjLivLnWJOndeksRO3I6ERkvAF195VGivIBRJuRipY2NwZjz9OLdM_N2-c36uH7CyJnrFjBslPqiDgm1deWdNQA5JVokkgX3aERvPVRDicM-BrfdtKHTw2bO9susU/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519811214861794" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony and Pat pass Sally coming out of the salon. They say good morning to each other, and Tony observes she's got a new haircut. She says she's also bought herself a new dress, which cost her a week's wages. She asks him not to tell Kevin. Tony says he wouldn't dream of it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Pat points out that Tony seems to be popular, but Tony tells him he just knows a lot of people around here. It's not quite the same thing as being popular.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They round the corner and find Leann waiting for the bus. Tony starts to take out his wallet to give her some money for a cab, but she says she's fine. He gives in, as long as she makes sure his bride looks incredible. Like she needs any help from Leann.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He introduces her to his brother. Pat says he's the best man. Leann says she's the best woman. Pat asks her to wish Carla luck for him. She's going to need it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony suggests they go to Roy's for breakfast, and Pat agrees, as long as Tony's paying. “Don't I always, brother?”</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQ3lgeL8pOgtGfOxxHVGVLSvtmqlCy7K4MUg45Tnk_PPubEaMrws2vNXIHx0KcT2_GZ6jj6rM2NpaOd-Mf6VLe-jIHC9bYSp9z5p24BAlpa6JdLqPtFimZGZMGMAxtbCvXcnd2ia_VXw/s200/08.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519580102855874" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMH8IyK_YB8-gL5UmPCJjl7GPUP9UUNHAg6KuRH9izujMDuE_tp_MOeutz4wuMhbZIZ9nGEjwt7LqR8zCg_7IBqK04Z9haBcQ2MSsAViRbcNg0Py6IiWgXs_zN4UhlcxRWRbbewyA1L9E/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519603640738082" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4I4tWqeexAsAgHICF7z-E3I69Zo_vvMSwX0nCdx80LT__xWlEApypKPRjHNhocj1oN5LdSHe0X7vJyGXM-GyZIfEQQy8TGITqEfpfUrIk124YtDdhlkIH2yHwaCSTotOZGyWoM9E5swM/s200/10.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519433747961570" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cn4qUh1DIcSIMYCryrKeehbziZXq-5EdMZDYk3Rn3k-eIr8jY4cHKXB2bUmpwDYY8SJM_NmNnyug4ytmG3xdWVv28Oy4CMsuLTtWiilzOn6oEggNwXPHQt_YihH58UCCj89s38RHZEE/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519436716714978" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter comes across the street to Leann and asks if that's her wedding outfit she's holding. She jokes that it's just a very long pair of earrings. He says it's a shame he won't get to see her all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">glammed</span> up, and asks her out on the town this weekend to give the dress another outing. She tells him she's “off” bookies at the moment, and he tells her that's “bookie-ism.” He can tell he's going to have to work on her. He tells her to have a good time at the wedding. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Over at the garage, Sally tells Kevin she wants him on his best behavior today. Whatever problems he has with Tony, they're her and Rosie's bosses. It's not every day she gets invited to a fancy do like this. She wants to enjoy it.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPvHaQ3-UsyTEFD_VMck-21R1JuA-Px32QAswrzH58RRqi5-VX0LkglIJgjRtyeKidNPvVKkieEy8QYd2F5x2sReZBbjGdMuunnt-HYw7rOMRaT1lFcGBifWUxn4kLhj0yO3jwuuXCVI/s200/12.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519272224579906" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVpWETyBX7LySeFFB8UTQJZd689N0RQXEyYzaZNWPM7qhCHzNxbumap3ZEqvqgxG3hbJqrJe6V9aXcGqlSOoVOdmDiaEKAD_hjJKzwTn-SpKgfZAUH6l0jRL9_AWeZtZXCspEdTBMmzs/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519130073856802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9Pypt7MUuqOKUYxiersfnA650DCGxUjBKzXQSiYUlqpPCodzoQ7b1KDcZ_akgfHcZY7fZx7V1OR6dyXAxgzFEWxsJ29Y9ZPbMZ6p8CMZolEzVB25ZyuKswlc8FEmk0TYa5XIyaWqH-8/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519132599698866" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria asks Tom if Helen and Barry got off alright last night. He says they couldn't stop talking about the baby. He tells her it's great news about the scan. Maria's really happy. At the hospital, they said the baby couldn't be healthier.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She goes silent, and Tom tells her it'll be a good day today. If she needs him, he'll be right next to her. She hugs him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla overlooks the street from the balcony of their flat, drinking her morning coffee.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She goes inside, and in silence, stares at her dress.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhGaBzY9R9JSI4-5uqsFeWWGhbDN0-bnNPLj8elPC0huO4Dfs0XP4SKRayYYCnA2Uj06Tfcpqsvzs6F8sb-4llpX1wFbUSyGCvRcbzS9y_jatPnzRWVyrfc_22J6kYzNYyAS0wArAD9M/s200/15.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277519001606745074" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsHOfClhbQgL9vWvLF3uNJMofJG50u5W326ueqyxsTSDHPZhJShpfEooiNQOjsLoAWAgAXp3g66gEKzHuPd_uKp9Rw4v1yhCYWs3lSkhiViwAOAi38hhYAoZ6qgdYXIetQiUON1y4Q90/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518857396473538" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7ztfl_ahkK5MXgiLubAZugGPr1TSb5molw33J32ATUrhgHJgPfs6jC1ync9bZEWM9q-GS8QPcktMJ-bs-lIIvPFxSQuC6MCkVs1_7XoiBSdquNXlYSSOYG3_sq1ce6WxwXyNr3Q7Owg/s200/17.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518860104139730" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve and Michelle's place is a DISASTER. She comes into the room and sees clothes EVERYWHERE and sighs. Steve comes in behind her, still in his pajamas and robe, scratching his balls.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She's shocked to see he still hasn't showered. He tells her he must have fallen back asleep, and goes into detail about this weird dream he had... the Harlem Globetrotters playing a game against some Disney characters.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle doesn't care about his stupid dream. She just wants him to put some clothes on. They have to get the bar all set up for Becky, whose going to be on her own this afternoon. Steve tells her to keep her bob on. He's just going to go get some fags.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Now?? Michelle had to take Amy to school this morning because Steve wouldn't get out of bed. Steve tells her to calm down. The wedding's not for hours yet. She tells him they've got LOADS to do. Steve doesn't see what the big deal is. This is the first day he's slept in in a long time. Michelle's pissed he had to choose today of all days.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She heaps a pile of dirty clothes into his arms and says he can take care of this mess. It's his stuff anyway. She storms out, and as soon as she's gone, he tosses everything on the floor again and looks satisfied with himself.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhiiTfo4abVg1k52s5IbGnEsHhFkBfKWNT39HHb94Eib6J2gyQte3QYqoQh682jr9dpX4ys0z3gTeiydZWG8nNF7HZWSX_doM0i7N1HZVUTRZ5dVTGXAh_5PyOb9RkpTwMFDj4cWnwG0/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518658302838306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRkQuC0YXTSnQt4dlwZEbAohkRGbQfkhygc6KWA5Gu-U2FP1FAa2stYo6DeeBAUCxM-c5FTFF4a6ImZZ59Pq3x5LSLkOzImfJKt_xxbU-HQm_mF400afi-ULQpHnoikCD5SO5tIp4yc0/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518661109956370" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGenQc1BkSgYz3JmapJyEEKhmJp9QieiWKt-W12IKDTzSIYSV2tQWb577zSzEQI7IAYqN6iPjTP_g3IT3C-VlB2i20F03neM7kMsSZ-v3IVmg6yqe5O565B_cAzG68sG2h-0LsAeqK1s/s200/20.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518664046093634" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvomqmfJL19npmOIfabOCfqGDTSeNm_6qTuyeoGyni39Jr-CB3CiE-b70IR7dCVQ-lHJnmA9Xjp5YQqW-CS5QR44313V68D2yQRPmurk1qwznpFiZUK9SIHe2KTzd30yqWLW8rZwFw2HQ/s200/21.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518458306422690" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jNt35r8x7BU-CBrYeF5abtpApwwOPN3T1OF31IFuhxlMntf9USw-0MpVN21Zi7cwHpnmMj8v5nc5A8VyMfy_7lgOuSsxXWgUwVOcEM9owuIfa73EFjAncP5OFPyCHceAKDJ0I6iUatA/s200/22.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518461641572706" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQqw9BJy1hSKReMjtTFK8W4TQ_cAxvaRwQA4GQToaES2hscfI2zeiTsSFnObbcIyF-A3zGMdKCdiv3V1M4Iu3CpzzvmmkZOpCuPO2yAWVanK12ymga32cuQV3efUe0dvTBmdgV9K0PSY/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518466410654930" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla's still staring at her dress when Leann lets herself in with a MASSIVE bouquet. Carla jokes that it's a bit big for a corsage. She asks if Leann wants a coffee, and Leann is a bit disappointed she hasn't got the champagne out already. Carla says she's pacing herself.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann asks her how she's feeling. She was half expecting to see the door wide open and a note saying Carla had run. She tells her she's fine. Leann says Carla's been through a lot lately, and she's probably still grieving...</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla interrupts her and says she knows what she's doing. It probably wouldn't have worked out between her and Liam anyway. She just wants to enjoy the day.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Right...” says Leann, “...Why the hell are we drinking coffee then?” Carla laughs and tells her the bubbly's in the fridge.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony and Pat are done with breakfast and leaving Roy's. Pat asks Tony what was up with that guy in there. He kept randomly bringing up useless facts about bats. Tony tells him that was just Roy, their local nutter.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Speaking of local nutters... Jed Stone comes by and starts antagonizing Tony again. Tony gives Pat his suit and asks him to take it upstairs for him. There's something he's got to do. He tells Jed he's lucky he's caught him in a good mood. He pulls a couple bills out of his wallet and hands them to Jed. He doesn't want to see him today.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“Stay away. I mean it... old man.” He leaves, and Jed laughs.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfP-bvdmKofBZfQV5iYghQijFQzGjX1sykbw_uHnCXjVz1QF6Q-EILwhQyiDv7ggTfauRZglStpeIuuaTj5G_hoSve_TB43K9zYLRLSxFZPXvQ9VyZCUcLVjHUQTyBUNvmGPhr9iJhO4Q/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518280216164706" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOASEffwnKGEMjIJhFQcIM-k0DKKvVTtt9MoFizm7wXe6kYf4rwFUubslzxfG6c0jAR_jvFK20YG_CpT0VhWfWolFMShqVICg6bOwrnp1PQG7RsdWfksUNY5Oc9T1obK46iwvXze1jW0s/s200/25.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518286998006034" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVoh-_itJD24bz-Wgc2YNvU6k-6WwZLB_C8VXxZ4LlJxVVkOV6CvdWHNwEXP7k27r6fIKFSspPZPbnK1MSeXBJ_thr8Ve0URQFIQY6Rni-LhYpdgE8-LsNWyLcvOZnOkeAA2LZRjLqFs/s200/26.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518288181295314" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GkHA6MIg2xtfPxglwYwr0drmEGJZa0basnGuCIL_p87P1k6kWNOYULNxV_EB8OQFDathmybCvZI88sGJ94Ap0B3OSy0CFugPK24iSdfyIz9G3hYrg1nr0qstKpfCr_FyLnu7k4nrmdw/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518118688907090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFPMsTRIwUn9Yss3GU3AAd9hoW8DM7WFtOb3D0q5s_NtbrxeNcDPv6nPJF_JW-TJ01qRJGp24taOMi7-RNZckpeQQnlJz2Ko0AQ1bw1JcZSP-L6NFYaOXObkr2hKrIAwO7BIoyJumi_0/s200/28.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518117281813682" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_V1K7EgeWHKkgt0iQqawRiP8zaH1dq0epdovjqd-l7ANyE1Vp1JLLsO1GU7BgN7k4QheWr69xcBaEk8eW2lLh8dMQ3J_Bm43jQPunw4WPfh3sotC2_KQzqI2P1_aJq0qoJ1Wid9tgIA/s200/29.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277518125656732258" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Blanche is lamenting that if they'd been invited to the wedding, they'd be having better than soup for their dinner. Dierdre tells her they don't even know them. Blanche says they certainly do. Their grand-daughter's father is living with Carla's ex-sister-in-law. They're practically family!</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dierdre hopes Simon's getting along better at school today. Ken says it can't be easy for him, all this change lately. Blanche is still going on about the food. They'll be knee-deep in lobster. Dierdre says it can't be easy for Peter either, but she has to give him credit, he has really come through for Simon lately. Ken says they'll see. “It'll be champagne all the way, and not your cheap stuff neither!” </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dierdre's got an idea. She's got a drop of white wine in the fridge. Blanche can put a fizzy aspirin in it, put a big hat on, and pretend she's there.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">You've a mean streak in you, Dierdre Barlow. I don't know WHERE you get it from.”</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle comes out looking stunning in a green dress with her hair all done up, and asks how she looks. She see's Steve STILL hasn't even shaved, and he's fidgeting with the stove. The cab is booked for ten minutes from now!</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He whines and says he'll do it in a minute. She thinks he's doing this on purpose... which he is. She asks why he doesn't want to go to this wedding, and he asks why SHE has to be so “flippin' dramatic.” It's not like HE nags HER every minute of the day.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They're supposed to be picking up Maria RIGHT now. Today's going to be hard enough for her without making her wait for Steve. He tells her SHE can go, and he'll catch up with her later. She tells him he can stay home and fiddle with his pilot light all day if that's what he wants. Today isn't about him. It's about Carla and Tony, and looking out for Maria. Liam would be disgusted with him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1qLOnJSxSDAmUoxQCY9Bl5sc9mqa_SVm-7S4yXJ_IGgOBuibYTQ33r7Jm9ryv5WfeuzItddAl0p8zPt4cLgrt0cyh_yhyphenhyphenAaFHSvFvC2RXN7hsOHbsvdZqiQ5hkzSulHN8yh1d0GB1ko/s200/30.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517925448960930" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2kfVjEjbsIyuMBKqJjewOebqsfT48Xgt-6s6eRxOPSwxJoaoKWqnxA7rZXgkHbbPvq1O0ctDNGDU4Om21FY3WaCG9U5wlsGKDsdQUzmhAik2Bgpq8w_qAg-cYWay52zEKveMymSV4Gw/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517929284274898" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC260NSSh1d6w3xopnlOKOBou-nEMI65glyWlLQt7D3Ho8IOZ1FqaZQ9L3dVpjIqKYku_TM6Hu90r1ECaCA215iDlrwsdSo-9BUtf7G__67Y7KDhhC5YE7duCv8grVhyMQebZPXNZcrk/s200/32.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517927791455554" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxED9G9H0_fZ2TkEdMgg6xQ1tCjWPlO2UBze1O3JihOmTz8hBMdv6_cPMrprEEaon2Vqkzgc1-fB6OdJT0koqO8-XonSnrc4Y0d1XN22iI88lp1aZqddppjoL-MAlEs2ronwZ5WFllwo/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517741412286034" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho82dfLDOq6x3-8skeYTiDl0IW2e4tJ5sRHof6DWZuQzvJ1BmTnhLPqOrSGMDqzENlC6n5uN6FwFVX3nrmaDh0epbEr_nFcK6MjCgMU0-98P5GSF6fE7HUPdT7JTSUPLC0Zaa8gIpA04E/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517741019889634" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtopaUnPJ7xYLrZTb05wdV_u5w90cAtQTG1wZTnNnJBDN_24iVgwpAtUX02S98DaDIqZu4j8IsCGukVo37JPlBMCCSPkXWM4FUTwR-IjwA9ZGBAF4dbzw0pvu73RfiQYKLHnh_WkkXwrI/s200/35.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517745240551922" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ryan's got his video camera all prepped for the wedding and is testing it out on Tom. Tom asks where Michelle is. The cab will be there any minute. Ryan says she's probably still arguing with Steve. They've been at it all morning. There's a knock at the door. It's Michelle. Tom asks where Steve is, and she asks him to PLEASE not bring that up.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria comes downstairs and they all admire how good she looks. It's been ages since she got dressed up. Tom tells her the necklace she has on looks lovely, and she tells them it was her last birthday present... from Liam. She picks up a picture of him and her voice starts to crack. She just can't believe he's not there.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">There's a honk outside, and Tom says he and Ryan will see to the cab. Maria says Liam would probably be half-drunk by now, and Michelle jokes that they would have had to have to taxi stop by the pub on the way to the wedding. Actually, he probably wouldn't have been drinking with Maria on the wagon... yeah right. They both laugh.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria sets the picture down and tells herself to get a grip. Michelle tells her it's a happy day. They're not going to let anything spoil it for them. Maria agrees, and they go outside.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6_RwOLXVdhNDx__M1tmFv605sb5C1TNufgASpEebPAT5n0DiALAgcbjuBxYiFAyafVmSolpmw7DriOtaXhPhyphenhyphen6Fz85_ONkslj1CVcoPwNUoqzGQUUWOxT7vmWh6kMc3DYetELLKSoAY/s200/36.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517564351777426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-VbeYbAE6U206D8G0t5R8KHpiH3IkSpM80z7RY8qAX49PIo1YZNyXhYQgSbuKs-A1JWvatQFQ-5aRNcWIX6NSW-GxJFdtjZYhsMK9wpp8WQCqRUYA4JTnmr3xztAtbVYn8qpZ5YnDJY/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517570888437410" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wE_07MvnvVTiElP2sdHxU1G1QLlYTlk8n2KcVgFniwSqiaiaEZI3EpaFKbp1su9jXppPckUqOyhPRiUA9_1VXMvAzGrPLrc8pWn6YECbku5phh0JfFonjaRhhAEBotm3zrD5xmqx_8o/s200/38.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517413466005890" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ryan films them as they step outside. Tony calls over to the them that they both look lovely. They wish him luck, and get in the cab.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The Websters step outside and tell Tony they'll see him there. Kevin calls Tony a “pratt” under his breath, and Sally gives him another warning.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Pat tells Tony he doesn't get much of a friendly vibe off of Kevin, and Tony says to ignore him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2zeIa5eVQBUErPdykZKn7RqwO-ImAUitPw1Lp2oGg_tFL1umBq-TV6WTuYQcOCj03kentsph9In6qm8RelRxU1u20kRyVxFddh8PhrD1oLLZ7Y2xztI9E0TGwKu1q4TQx5Xa81hSMJs/s200/39.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517309203149714" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZajYzxOsAbpIT5JVTQ-H5aY6vQqNf1HT8z-mGp0Ml8FBpsFHy-2rvPCwWQ6eSWq6TaDpRRiCDbQwmo0VxvAmqML09CQNGFQ25Eb1HzfHjXdiUVoUk4UKHy2O4e72J0v51rzfsAokvzs/s200/40.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517150924717618" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOje9zrUJQvnAWARRplfbUKCe-nWYyjox4-B5jQbHrkynub6O8-5bmB0AKuOPh1qPCgSgnajY341ESOGGrZEe2EM0urv3wkWInvHSAS_odZISYOHg-gB-7esz0zOhkiqCGs6vntCM_Ogs/s200/41.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517157953072242" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HjGs5153e_IiMnhKqLgflXbduWTr8Mv3ki62plVOF7Cb27TZYMYWJm2uvyr-AQ9OP4mPC6akwtSL7q7_Jr8a85ByugOCvhMWlKKmJK-VYy9qk6pyooFhi6Aq8zrB_X5iq9Lhe07Xv1U/s200/42.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517162734426770" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed tells Tony he might see him later on, and Pat asks who the old fella is. “No one. No one at all.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Pat asks if Tony's nervous, and Tony says he just doesn't want any screw-ups today.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Come on,” says Pat. “What could go wrong?” Tony glares out the window at Jed as they drive by.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Everyone's entering the hotel and admiring how lovely it is. Sally wonders if it isn't a bit early for champagne, but admits she HAS been up since 6:00. Kevin asks if they have any beer.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cKyvMZQRFqv0Kyn-fayvL87EKDXdMDr3cZcWPdWOKwvB07-BAFbDmqxiwPPK3FNm-MKxhV2F81cwNHBBAkf9tiOm-OXLfEqj25KAFyz9TlgXOkdyA8cyhLYMWP9nhI1eNR2bkLVA-pA/s200/43.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277517005637358834" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI_cKhHW6DhktRnGWW-cEsybrJVD5kPE_KxwO2Ki22__Y-gNjxpXL80EB38F8EX4FqGDiWIauhoyUD5H3DcW0SIXQAihXne8r3u9bxMmy3YFkSgj-sl8rpK61O6di1XBXsR97RFiwgJ4/s200/44.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516869088224002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGIDtRUkzrsBRrcFvcwA8iUyzd_xk1eXiysgPog8NNR1NiAMciHWlvhBMAEzI1YHpiiH463ZfFjdSubhyGhmHUWZQ0BZpbv_mvgHZPxvl40-k3tdHJQuqidThbWHqUfMleiCXJPOxxwg/s200/45.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516873027035314" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria, Tom, and Ryan enter and say how classy it all is. Sally says she feels right at home. The girls from Underworld come over, and Janice says Sally MUST feel at home with Kevin chugging back the beer like he is. He asks Sally to hold his beer for him, he's got to pee. Everyone laughs, and Sally looks mortified.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie tells Maria she heard the scan went well, and Maria tells her the baby's really healthy. Sean says Marcus would be thrilled to hear that news, and Maria asks if Sean ever hears from him. He says he hasn't, and they all go quiet.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd0aTKCxtdn7_2CEvHBKLaeBIHcVXc6ZhZVIKkproHpmYqTsxXQ1CbhPjURBtrAceHSM65qqrKDNf99N4LiU0urjiQYIC23RE3LbuH8hcZiDrCX9T-Rx45H7DJh7MMK8c61g38jdZlgOk/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516711537618930" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21QnQzy6NoD3Jou0JRNiGk3wVXsS0fcmSIUqxtrh9B0JhZbnBIxu0HjTll8hy3etLfVUElW0SynBLPRyx3xtNA5Q-TdtWWvznGnW8PaHQOID_fDhu-H_7f7Qy41n52d8RXr9RPzdv32Q/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516713135976834" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIa06V8R8g8LfZRYBOqjt_MiLjwNFFFB6TuiPGdS5r4pHihGUtpjNE8KiXqAPPbwjw0qMgchg2GUjw3xeZ4dobEVScSC3M_P9iQqLL4T4bYy87iWx-ADznlMgPN2ZrVhhYhkiRiAbsVuI/s200/48.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516587788880882" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ryan films Tony coming down the stairs. Tony says he hopes he's getting his good side, and Ryan jokingly asks if Tony HAS a good side.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony introduces Pat to everyone, and Kelly looks VERY interested. She admires his suit, and Tony says it's typical... Pat shows up at the last minute and upstages him on his big day. Pat says he doesn't think that will ever happen, and Kelly giggles. Sean loudly tells her to try to keep her underwear on until the END of the ceremony. Everyone laughs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0d4uJ6vTiSCZqEso97oyo9KD6Z5DniBDEi154x46U23U6Lhr4H5TqxRSFG1QZ-SSuabIMGr2g_Rb75zHQ56tAb9uEL6IdmMahR7wUj85SvmuFIJlZjvjjoWeNuIQkByAppsg3C1eN4_c/s200/49.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516454801190642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitF6G7IMgJuxXcH6ZdxPjI0orfgWZOKUpLAUdKIpQ_QdY50mJj2YNrsknNaFYA9HOezsZU1fMo3H8VKB7pBq2oF7h2mPSDdnOi2gFEhn6aM0FM8OPH9DvsJ2cb3tKZ7gFBlBbmiOoLiA4/s200/50.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516462543321954" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuSP9A9kI92yL8SlQLex_PCIoz28Jqc-xoTmcjAbDNPr4wgWX36L67yrfLEsefAU1vMM10DDPBOjp932rUtNnG-jCZS-_XwQgNONEP-MtqcqL0qmiL89T5_pIxBz-hmyQSg6J2fGH0vI/s200/51.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516274855217362" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRndQdZyMbDW4P1e35wzVj4Y-PvvKQ1y_xY9V3O5xetkJDLEGlvdgvud-P5rYpsO7KuoI-3RYSHirG_Cf3rSDK4u7RIpBkVzvR9Wivzlkuti7BmLD-O0qMgPldp9noLcnQN5X8sGj2W-c/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516282560588018" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpI9sy7DS-TIyRkw5ZqPlnYwYVsK5kxz-9-wGkMA67RmqlVhH0qB2GQGnPVi2crddgkUHcodWFubmEzNZAgQJhXVSSCBZhuzWAr8cGkmYwr_yFXztabqGKoVoI8ibGXySsYQjXh6D6tM/s200/53.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516280667938178" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony tells them it's lovely to see everyone. Maria asks if he's nervous, and he says he's marrying the woman of his dreams. He couldn't be happier. Sean tells Tony he scrubs up well, and Janice says that if Carla doesn't turn up, she'll gladly step in. Everyone laughs and Janice says women like her don't grow on trees. “Yeah...” says Sally, “they just swing in them.” EVERYONE laughs. Janice points out SHE'S not the one drinking the beer.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony tells them all he hopes they're on they're best behavior, and they all say in unison “Yes, Mr. Gordon,” like they do at work.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kelly tells Tony that Vicki sends her apologies for not being able to attend the wedding, and she hands him something small wrapped in aluminum foil. Apparently, in Vicki's country, the guests give the bride and groom bread and salt so that they never go hungry. He asks Kelly to thank her for him.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWaeKGa_zUyWUt-JKtUE7TJhTnvAMjLxbL-7ksLG4AP4ggzso_97k5nNs2GFpkhLRg1QJF49tOc3cLRHQB-KtAvCr50wO2dKT1Rq44G8sUkC2tk_cwduSpxG-ooHa1VYGU5bpzU-vhng/s200/54.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516092949044306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmwAVyQD1LcdA0qxTn_7QrRHUvTVx_kvvdoqB_MEIPDlySxqwdRQ9QUxkQ1Jwm5nIWS3CuvUH_rUfH-NPVU-qWN1ugm974UB07J4Aov3Ne6ePgb7J1Gq6YjEaNeNj6mOY_9MDhvAX8Go/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516096946440738" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwk1-FjYxjiKaBlM3pyN7d2bYSlMbEUBgpmjGk6aazGo5KgvCrz5rux_Fw3A7y6tMngIKI6N7Jmv2l_zv9bg8AvDVpPE_1KeOL-nrH74ahr0w8QltUceVig6U4ZDMxv-HSNp055INvVA/s200/56.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515937362825698" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin comes back from the bathroom and takes his beer from Sally. He tells Tony that's a nice skirt he's wearing. Tony sarcastically says he's glad the two of them have put all that “stuff” behind them. Kevin says he's glad too... and belches.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony and Pat go out to get some fresh air, and Pat notices Tony IS nervous. He admits to a few butterflies. To most people he's the big fat-cat boss. He tells his brother he'll probably hear a few stories about him later... when the drink starts flowing. Pat says he can't wait, and Tony tells him to just ignore all the talk.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEuR53wbHScOzqNzNrEdx209DgmQcC7D8tLNB-1JgMXhZ7DxaeR9T95Q4QEyFQr9DH3Hqd_sSVtOGNsPi-Dta2-DvQHSMs8iu89VV8KQ4kB4zzvk4w-i9-kwA6u5-6TllXSlNEmJhdi4/s200/57.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515829949684674" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xEWt4EF6ToSNMUW5J1Ui6yRNQuV_RSiPqPEgr4wP5NLr2ITBupsLPM6tG0ppzpbD3geaJNJTfLMPPBfDOctLisyUIJrZpBdVYijUpEGiTudZGx7YAIZ-sCmWajhYlRc-Dpk72ukkemQ/s200/58.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515670553038322" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWoaDF6os7nmxVKsbvzfqnZ9ez9xjXiVxicDyXJSh-K1ZhnzVDbgNhz6aOjJNTUBqwPW2EYbNtRzfVKpeQizOWr0jl6ACxBnudTBj32H7A1s84sJheFwUIE8X_x35-SauyUmgCylZLrI/s200/59.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515674101004578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYC1_hV1Sm5YF0vwXqtZOLf7n6YXuHUM0SOlWolB9-HxGQ-zGessvE4h_Ojg_4ka5rFH29e6Zh5rKnGxEVJedPfhQsgXgp64bjqTNh7pcaE1Av2BtKDTcRBxlfoiTD96isxc7_6XljNo/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515675018428018" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky sneaks into the Rovers and finds Steve messing with the jukebox on the wall. She'd thought he'd be somewhere drinking bubbly and doing the conga by now. He tells her the bad boyfriend routine worked. Michelle told him not to worry about going to the wedding since he'd been acting like a dick all morning.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The good thing is, the two of them get to spend the whole day together... like a date. She tells him pulling pints and washing dirty pots isn't EXACTLY drinks at the Hilton, but she'll take what she can get. He tells her he could lock the doors for ten minutes and starts to reach for her, but she pushes him away. He knows the rules.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She asks what he's doing, and he tells her the jukebox is giving him trouble again. They can't have a date without tunes! She tells him to stand back. This needs the feminine touch.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She spits in her hands, rubs them together, slams the front of the jukebox closed, and hits the side of it with her fist. The music immediately starts. “Who ARE you? The Fonz?” They start dancing, bumping and grinding up against each other.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Just then, Blanche comes in and catches them in the act. “Just the two of you today? Why I wonder who did the rotor.” Steve asks her if she'd like a drink... on the house obviously.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zFKepcYZbGF6wXFnLneoBYTcvNWpXwlM13RP_HPqAPf7Hv2Zs_JVLHm6RULGI5Uyy3NEWhmf7nwg5Qhvb5THWDdzNDHFCBQc3FMLjfJzw07dZDersau-dXoTfTORBrAfAmmHOOXaoZU/s200/61.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515385614578962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UQ8JWIzl9MAX2O5nI_KXVMcemHzXwrYuEZEREMsawA3Xl1YJphL9VUkF41T7u2ZdA_5tiZ0qFe9bjDJYGKj30GHCMvn4Wky5RuYopvpjjyXO7uuNnkWYFtUQJxoOvOli4l215amzC0w/s200/62.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515385091619842" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipEcLRo-56sw94m7dGE49UrVPHq-IXQdl_LF82oLoz80sinevUL8FFCrRp1Mo8DFmR2COcwLxkZ3dlqX0skJ2kJVIJaVE3-D6-9CE6p2kJ2NKjrfTufep1FRVc63me_TB417l38UVQ8iA/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515389783424274" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSU1tfTz5TfC0kgE92pWQMrVp0M0V-jcw6Xqz8kQ3j6Txv_iKNRyA3hbEp9GfNzKuXd5cThwl_GxuLUmUYlY1d6Sh3-ya_lZ5AvOw2we2NJ4Ni4UDMWO1yElAY2rx546myIJ_QVY0WRzg/s200/64.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515201466043602" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHTRwbdMCkIQRwErEDbJKPiQwFZIUV2udDWr_J-xnwkMvj9MSaqMxynGDDIriRZh4pt7MsMOh4Tc3FbHJ1e6wYsGyJFlBkk6D5jJ2ID-wmuYk9AtVlE6dn7NKUqbJ1PMq6pE-qHNLfPM/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515204863274322" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Everyone's sat down for the wedding, and Tony tells his brother that at least if Carla's stood him up, he's got him there to witness the public humiliation. Pat assures his brother she'll be there.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin reckons Carla's come to her senses and bolted.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We get a brief glimpse of their apartment...</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Empty bottle of champagne, overturned glasses, massive bouquet in a vase.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfjnZpO096kbyKaPczNP2KYvk_3BHIlF_mAOAn6-4y-tfRUTlSX8Da2uceMjSVgSUBLSEWCLwLMMCJyV52kuN9tjnzZSrGOYXodecJ4J1nbn862cmwtmoeGBLyFZUKZmNr5_eRSdFik4/s200/66.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515077525765250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif_owmthtWzG57GDJey5x5cYbH8kqb_5xNZy97E7We1ZJ7Qq9hWtDkZIAp84iP4xUzFl38B64Tn9R4jqw-yEDMU7yORTmjhd1QXiKaX-gYLgfQM-ERPeedx9-BXsdksh5pZrEbD_m4iXs/s200/67.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277515077810168386" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoA4oi3vMK4HtVpCs3m_BYcLJVZlfpYTKHYK1yiBjDNdSn95M3glehKeNzNHYuDvKFSESWygrpwwphFX11YIIGo-mxj08UGgCoyq2VESCDPpBio8mRLxpfqE9Ko22vEo77rI6a4R-oBh0/s200/68.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514890173689410" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcO_6JReuWkHYFzfpE65444EVq_LwsPKgT2rrBj_BkF67lVdssy9vCxyDHoF3bcMdfBpsCA2c5yvavKffmOrud97xIw4WS-Vc5XYLY52QSE2Is172I3P18fyCVn-PNpeeiXGAsLO6JEU/s200/69.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514904757310946" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony looks at his pocket watch. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ryan films everyone waiting. Kelly poses for the camera.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann pokes her head into the room, followed by Carla. She says she's ready. The bagpipes start to play. Everyone stands up and turns around. Tony takes a deep breath and stands up, but waits until the last possible moment to turn around, just in case she isn't there.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They see each other and smile.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3HDkF7nWNrOUgZvoRJwon7h5WU8S_88H4PiBEpn5Ety1ZUOk3WwRRjsIsCzrZvHpn2JeSwujL1sNLpzRoHT6ahhz7vgqtNe7D8ciFcs6SJg9-kREFXbVrG3Te3OUJcq5kc3lFthjygs/s200/70.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514710284039570" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRFSWBoIrgOPwnoliPHT9kaRFwVW9px0lKIqeZVhGikjDE8m2p9M3t5Vfc87dFeW1sruTAsj0UaM70CdFNQ_9LMqS5wZouTu1u_9y0shfqHbDHsu5De7nUrrri6379WuvEHDp25IKYzk/s200/71.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514714436819826" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQ_CxgEM46tKC6fdjd7EIQnI_AS__lm4GQS2Al2Begy8SK9vwfsRDXuQwi9eejERuh5K-P-wEw7SbSsPYh8HMNzK6Zy7USmXnbQmrR1cX-aFFc0XJOqLeILmWlYuXmDulQ5NdaMzYWyw/s200/72.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514615361613170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdDYANI8rwRfe9wif_WuL_5HFHi9ovd7Rodttsx6kM8ABv0X4HPfZ16Bp-mZSf7c1lcMxJNxalVNtKFtdjIC7RRwpbF-I5Q7mIPTKrtrDvH2WwDr_I8CX1SbvZHnBzfC1QGCqCSTZgt0/s200/73.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514618548442594" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdcZCf0W1MZpBaKCQYNCJjyRmvam9cmKVRy6COS1GptV7r7r40sKfJD4irq7jKbMcrnhgNVzKXL6ycFlSpPGvOBlvWIvLW48m3mm6fZJa_1dVslwJCiOF1RJ-MReM3MqQKVZYf-N5YRI/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514432557924770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnWDSnCm6sOBxq1V6Qv3NmoS13Xrv8vKPWzICQ2JSS0mP027aeZtjgVrZ7yeMk4gV6ogVP5r1svygAHQdWCNLmNUaTyHG_ADnfzITggjslZxFBxJLKWn6i1-282dJFstH0tVaq2xtFLg/s200/75.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514437402681010" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4TPQ_MpSmn_J3intwV_tDxmfAYAPE241vg-hxfxZjAaBFZEw5T2GNHCHc9KrIiox-O9vxGxEMgkWzqjhAjc-OkBnUZEFzw6zRLJD-xs_nKjHGVQinzx7579KehgcI4X8UHZ-q2dhp5o/s200/76.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514443255549378" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Everyone admires Carla as she walks down the aisle. Tom whispers to her that she looks gorgeous. “I know,” she says.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She reaches Tony and he tells her that she takes his breath away. She smiles.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the Rovers, Becky's set up two lines of six drinks each. Steve asks her what she's doing, and she says they're going to play "Around the Board." They drink them all, one every fifteen minutes, in order. It's everything they serve on tap, their bitters, lagers, and ciders, going from the weakest to the strongest.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve says this isn't a “game”... this is just getting wasted. She asks him to work with her here. This is SUPPOSED to be a date. She's trying to inject a bit of fun. He says in that case, he'd love to play Around the Board with her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphenWR0q19TLrbey4y-EdiSEtP_UypnQrWtSIfuxHb9qUsmN2VXPsvKZFK4r9H-nj8IoH_eg_0T4rq0Zq3QnslxgjPRuuNl41SJshKLAEVzp5Rp_mXMIyucQDATPJTjfEBboV8c_mG8YBs/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514252585118850" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6izL9W5OWyElA2U1Jlf7Xdc39fGvkSZFeuoNJY-RQMlyPDm4l4WDp8HdVdn2FUBpVuezx9KrfeC0NCbNyb-t4mQd4wJZcbG_Dv2s6FFUuspcdaeehE99_ekysbPk60mY5BYGzkVkjhA/s200/78.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514255940244882" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNgLtgcUhdNhLPXPotYb_4aQj2TO-zLAA-UQudauI7RGtBbVYKPp3pRhLO3MEGuLJvVM_fy6Ln8UOhexysCTfA_FWs3F8MDF6mGUkTHdLXWcCwtBR8ukcXKolN4oIvj9qaHRkK5GGkOM/s200/79.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514259701965538" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZqZqebs_hVAsia5LfbaPRYwRu28V1eY18OiIagyjwO1L6-4Sq2s_g9tmtmIRI6A_RzviLQE6VbJoJ_9aO8T2WLu_8s3nTpRHK4MjIKVoJXL-XW4hI4ZVZfQHTq2wgYrEkJAmGejCP90/s200/80.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514065423662658" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlK4OR3fqjLrkkd8CawSldThHQ4huyQ5X4zieT9NEjS4R6T3Zunbn8-_Gy1bEKZ3kCVdpqXqUejI9Cfbe1lCwvvYJTbt3rjpXymEJ357wunO_fvrnvPK67tAhQM2KsSSHp9Rce4oXzcnY/s200/81.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514067731764962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUXwz3NWxvK3cTriAYameaEC_eN1iUfYXrDmCDf-PBos_IF0zx8NGvTxxjJiBhX2Y9ZrFs1NVnacyWL-8kV0WwN8e-TmVyQGNHK3Iy1l0U8HzvEffP_272NUSkmvBAw_akgn7gWfnf7s/s200/82.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514072906754578" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They each grab a drink, but before they take a sip, from behind them, Blanche says she'd like some service... if they can bear to tear themselves away from each other.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky says she'll sort her out. Blanche asks if they're having a good time, and Becky wants to know if she's going to sit there all day giving them the evil eye.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">It were either this, cleaning the oven, or having a good go at me bunions.” Becky remarks that these really are her golden years.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed comes in and asks Blanche if he can buy her a drink. She thanks him, but tells him she's made her own arrangements drinks-wise. He says he'd love to have her company. He's heard so much about her from Emily. She gives in and lets him order them a round of drinks.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Some date this turned out to be,” Steve moans. Becky says it could be worse, and tells him to go stick some more tunes on.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1grxH6JpOchIv2iY2qXaoxTh6SXU_iTCDOILgL7NOWG9x8htWz2IrACIFbX-mPq0XsCODxJ4tvFfOo5FWJ7tN20Z_DU7Vm-8E3ysPOpRid8d8PSVZhD7SrEEqwXQrlKuamPz8jsN0Jt0/s200/83.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513913844809410" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOY_iQc4kJmEol0bf4p_4kU6Y5gYN-eDRcYKQo4Vjjxehkgbx_wNIxfcxo6Ntv3-2gJyq02Gx4NtXbpRZNvkLShe6sNl4DkC1ittqNAuHNdLsPYMmyei96SbmA7ZBKBiS4FQzawpu9Xg/s200/84.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513915114740258" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQs5I_p3hF8N_DU8JVg1J9HfvpiMCKHAYlV7OOxkts9AylRTxuk1TqXi7u-V-m9SyLcbvFqzAC2F3RT80-dTfd4u23s9lEoaR6j5AqxLi_eWDUOCcCU5qZ2KDUPtSzsks1quBRK2-GYU/s200/85.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513720298375282" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefLBZfMFzoX7o05YZsC1MbPOD5tSOI8c9C83quycPR2RmpDp8eYz2NFVZK013jPlT2RNcR9hRnl2kDsgOXRgvx4Y6Z64NDmTb0XyZHX6_6ai0cOH08wAS7Qe9iGcre9RCQGXOWkQgtKI/s200/86.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513729192702434" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony starts his vows.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">“</span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I join my life with yours. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face. For good or ill, in happiness or in sadness, for riches or in poverty.”</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin chuckles at the poverty line.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">“</span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I take you as my wife, and give myself to no other.”</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla's turn.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“</span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I join my life with yours. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face.”</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sean has heard that marriage is supposed to make you a nicer person. He wonders what the chances are for Tony and Carla. Janice bets it's slim to none.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">“</span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">For good or ill, in happiness or in sadness, come riches or poverty. I take you as my husband, and give myself to no other.”</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin chuckles again. “Bit late for that, isn't it?”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj944fQPVnYJwu9VDP8L-rB21DxRRAk6VNGHkK538fTOoVKJojQl8Acb-8ElBwO1DkQdT0EpSHSKyNfdEWN__2Uouu3FPFcGsgeFl_7BrFrajmaDv-T7hz6shE-IHofCg4xJkYdXfd7Eg/s200/87.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513561362589970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ON4AppXFlA1c7Jw2Cn6b8dSeQNbX6H9CcRhBMqd3yRHEJfCrH6MJkwRmrVDERUC9xlfxikRuFGR630Q5f1siqSCR6LvAzBfcQ4liS7Ue2CHOCXyulIVLVTsfVJdLdeLW5jHfCTDDU8M/s200/88.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513561468743010" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wOnbzjLMkGQFHaZSzUv2ImivYeHfdD19JG15Dv-6xneu6GidwzfzpRCafZAl_4Vvcaoo-DvBxUQNTTOwCNk6hb-CMizbje1UaBYda1QVmsASOYlP9WI4QjwRnFAdBJ_rhm6poc8YPdY/s200/89.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513468834981170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q6AUDN_pqeYwg4u0Cc7hT99R247VJ0phRxPMmOXmLhMjf9kuADV-EPkxLBtJhLAARZ3zDHng-oF60wQ0ZGkwVa0Apm1dwQ5fHyFU2D1Ivk9rrL7EtB_Jv3K1aM1u76O__OMJYh6NMbQ/s200/90.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513467782565906" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijfFSIlLRb0soV7JPUe7GIOheZbozkGTWlriUXirbzElhnH0_j9119CN2v-moXo6gMnoqIRmw11VM6ClAGS8HzdgzTqUFXCnYAlOTr4BSJNSfdYHSw5KKDFSuHpx1W2NJC706AZUZ9l2s/s200/91.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513127215663298" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ07FBg74eCGIW_LT-gW5BxKIqKPaRz0RMYHdyvJvCKW06QVOJUeOG3Siz2cQ0JVwF_1tRr7RLBwM1oyhqv5XvcbTYXiibaE1qd0Ru1sudqWKZGCBhqXr2S5Bovp1EIjYD-aOfL9OlfH0/s200/92.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513138023436258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoyo5gh5EsBnR6GC6ftM00T9DqfZ4UsUgwOSzCaHck7xcM8cONMRpQOSHFoAyD764Yn823ox5ZCwQNfRRafU5h4febr0aOOCyh_pz0OyNOc6MfVxe8kYeJfld_Gz1Vo5KXweTHFtS8yw/s200/93.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277513143918964818" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They are announced as husband and wife as Carla puts the ring on Tony's finger. Maria watches, just about to cry.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">They kiss, and everyone claps.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin makes another daft comment, and Sally suggests they go out and get some fresh air.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;">To be continued in... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">THE RECEPTION.</span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vtCXZXYufu_gyvGdnOnGrgStt08Qwd1Fa6j6blmtAO4AbJFKuOei7EEwA_oXOw5cg4E93mmySadSjvksl7EUH1qP5CsTPIESNT9ig_KXp4Ro3LBbI0m9WlqbUp46FlAX_x-a0iG60xU/s200/94.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277512888137956098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSVT69F4xmgMn88x1D_eWzXMRJorN4se4JqR_jX0KUzn7XL1yrJOB2_NeGxYb44wj34OlFYxlWQbZv7a_Ja_m1Oz81x9UYnV311GjK5rVsmcM5ATGKTV3ixhRtNp-uUsYCa4uCulJk4M/s200/95.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277512888582151506" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAojnm9gJ8fdjRsEaelXJViEOydntNZyNcg2OwJ0TrObyBziPKGrBGvyhyw0VyGDXu6BsrVSHOP_0jgmsVz3Exu0FYjXQl8FvM523tLqR40UuypsJ3u1UKJzxVJ6YVUSIcXHfSlvxCFYg/s200/96.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277512893551899106" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-69990407034983736502008-12-07T00:31:00.038-05:002008-12-07T01:41:09.617-05:001st December, 2008<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann waits outside Underworld for Tony and Carla to arrive. When they drive up, he asks Carla if this is how it's going to be, him at work all day and her out shopping. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Heh</span>, as if she'd trust him to run her factory.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She asks if he's going to be in the office all day, and he wonders why she wants to know. She tells him if he stays there, he just might find out. Not even married, and already she's keeping secrets. Tony goes inside and Carla and Leann jaunt off.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyU-UI__156tTAwFO4akejTj_fUlmdk_BCE3RYRD1fUiVaLVP0vEdDwfgYnjy8vpZKr6mP7ec5IjpxHOCawKhyBA5m6nBt30abjMnQVty8Wk4rukTFMsj6ITitGmOlaz4gg-nZaE3du4/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276923012051136642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOrhQrHWE7NuxO-Sb4o0JlyOyY7sAV5jtxbFskoC-JNbFCTd0ugAVRd9t3yunVCcMZ5F0QiyHzKwaVt13FMSBLOTm9n7j8Frh3npiGkw8z4M6VBYDRl9pNJZfH27VL0P6rfQXKJfXdA8/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276923011464038914" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HYqrFSeRfBxEtaGvDfxSm0kVes8uoay-nL3_Awu9zjUjQtE_44-pD7bEync12JpVdozJMPQMc7a7KZa_4UjQjP8hZWX0aG2UitDICJF5HwpVrAYxU9xv2Lnz6kFskkiFZHH6GqBOQiI/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922882048775170" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann asks her what the secret is. Is she going to jump on a plane to Barbados while he's stuck in the office? Carla says if she were planning on running away, she wouldn't be about to spend an obscene amount of money on a new wedding dress, would she?</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria greets the two of them in passing and asks if Carla's all set for tomorrow. Carla checks to make sure Maria IS coming to the wedding. Maria says she's looking forward to it.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffmPvXmHYoncmqkFUntZodIeKr4dVqBg8Lk95jVjkky77QC24r_fTEPhO6rjdMg-0F3ksSx3gkpTwDecM_TewUcdFemjkv9AjZE99186t-3d4y1HgYmK7tAYlg0sFKk3L-MBb2_T-Lak/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922780687645778" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1iqNsNokIGXOGIYuYqgMsPuDbI81aqNxU3Ya2jCYWXVa3ISt241wCA8hCouk9Jr1OXpNeyj_2qxV6tX2VwdoeDwofVVneBmniixQ1Ma_8j4zMlpELsQIEqq4vS_58_KvbfOVqy8Q21s/s200/05.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922641176779538" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla tells Leann she's glad Maria didn't ask where they were going. The last thing she wants to do is talk to her about a wedding dress.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve sneaks into the house while on the phone with Becky. Operation: Bad Boyfriend begins this morning. He promises her he'll make it work. He hangs up as his mum walks by.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntOhO9ldf6p5tFlzT1Gr8_xRzNvf7ozt-YcDP0nAvsRDx61KOJm44W8qMywmG2xMTRTFJlVopp2ry4gxNmAJ3XBkB9PWmZv-pKx7mOg9RSKZ6qYE_eKRwPMvkBdlRoKnr0sEbNBFAK3M/s200/06.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922526622086418" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-fDhK48U9wBuQJmQXHKMgZMdUrzMtFpNoZzORt_bq9i1EQENujaSy3REuixWWqTUawSB6Im8rvSN2fo110gbXzRXoo1agcI9qBH9PxVte3AR7tr7Vlh7oB7MIVjAiQmqWtwf-hTQ55M/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922380703494594" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdH_Cxogy_q6v-MFHDhS-FPgqyQ2nG0fp8WuOikzy1-yw5DLufcZ0n3NIq9NOUd_WYn-6MSB7HhOX0NZiMqKvshyphenhyphenu4ZcwX2CTawnF4-vTaNhs93Vt-hK4DOXZF_eppnjr0B-aFFJ_d4ZM/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922381542158066" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Liz asks him if he realizes that SHE got up to take Amy to school this morning. Steve tells her he just had to get out of there for a half hour. He's had it up to here with Michelle and her parents. Liz is surprised to hear this. She'd have thought he'd be happy they were here. They've certainly perked Michelle up. That's his point exactly. With him, Michelle's miserable, but with mummy and daddy here, she's all smiles. What does that tell you? Liz explains to him that Michelle's had a lot to deal with lately, and she's had to keep it together in front of Ryan. Having her parents here helps to spread the load.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She lets Steve know that Barry and Helen want to have a farewell drink with everyone later. “ANOTHER one?!” asks Steve. Yeah, Steve, what DO they think this is, a pub?? Steve's worried the regular customers are going to think it's all private parties nowadays, but Liz tells him that Barry and Helen create a lovely atmosphere, unlike SOME people. She wants to know what's up with Steve. Has somebody said something to upset him? He says there's nothing wrong. They'll give them a good send-off.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aww</span>! Simon doesn't want to go to his first day at school. Peter tells him he's got to go. Does Simon want to be thick like him? He sees Ken and Dierdre coming over and makes a last second effort to bribe Simon with a burger after school. It doesn't work.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter tells them that he doesn't want to go. Ken tells Simon he'll love it at school. He'll get to see his cousin Amy, and his friend Joshua Peacock, and he'll make lots of other friends. They'll be doing all sorts of things for Christmas, and there will be a party in a week or so. This gets Simon ALL excited, and he jumps into the car.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter thanks his dad for helping out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfrlhSixz1o7tjy3SnJLf9dhOlvCdos2jzH51XbbBiPT9ogEIOO7l_v0Sw6vdzg_S-XwPaC586WtEqUrn859G2BbFtNJmQoyuW5S43fIAqqnL56sqOtYRdphDiUIy0NDhG2g1Bdon_F8o/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922132320880674" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfKW4XzXBvZMRVtS821SekoWw-tXVOtQd0i_16X-L5W4eSSVP49wZTP4IYSIa807hkLYTC4lTpD-z0CMoq1McIIxKnWzsngXPycASVt9epfAQh8YR5SMSb_G1gb4djEEtx7wBz42LavE/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922130380099634" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzsT8ZoNChBST_bRj1Hw0xsq9Xfgmb-kCXvlHAjspdyDYet9hvxy55mJ1JDGxbACEONxlnk7bT4Wmb-5Y14-dX9wVuGE7lEokO0XHwxET4XPE8go16aBaCdcIPGUspwuZSn1JXo-_s9Y/s200/11.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276922137291749218" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7IqSZYyEwUE_qMCBGNoi8FpWsz7pw0lw1Egsnmy49zD1e1AQE1qjxV8WYphkPL5l-ED6gS1O6mzXgG7U02KKgkcBaB87DEzkwvKVRk3L5afmcbIkMaoQgSfOgYinlUco44oIIB_-lKM/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921948507350002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlB5VwAgJLIY1goWN4TClYIGV2Mle7hv1PIMUKD9nJYm1bo4ecVJ2b3ujhs5zJkF2FLrJJWdaLKmg0yVommJCHT511prs-DmhfO7c92qrjoVg8zg_xaCvsI9hXr30WVuaQ9qzZweuQU50/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921948969958402" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally's making tea for all the girls at work, when Rosie approaches. She asks her daughter how it feels to be back at work. Rosie says it's good to have things back to normal.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She tells her mother she's been sworn to secrecy, but they've asked her to be in charge while Tony takes Carla on a surprise honeymoon trip. Sally can't believe it. Rosie doesn't have the experience, the... anything... to run this place. It should be someone more mature, someone who the girls respect.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed delivers Norris a plain brown package which turned up on their doorstep. He's curious about the secrets it holds, but Norris says it's private. Jed jokingly suggests it's from his “girlfriend.” Norris assures him that his relationship with Mary is purely platonic. Jed bets a lass that age takes some keeping up with. Rita tells him that if it doesn't work out, he can always adopt her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtODhgkDNFFnE2Jsqk0ILdPe99MItXG1F89F5vbFh_cdqPs3wWCGLdy1YLtmZ_1CwtVZGPdTqpG-jaH9GyQCrVP5aJcosp-FcxQxPecAoVvsRRQHWz1I5onDXUOVWtncTcnAI5A7zWCws/s200/14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921732011328434" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCrTv8abBzh1mZAG4vV4VLqBzdWwCMENJsQ08EDIwNJn_6eilw4LGt_8leAcKqxnI9FRi1EqqfCtMBPTM7nRJ6vgkGVXtUL-1XvcCPkFvif1QBviYKv2F0VeHiOv03ptcmz8ky7QUBME/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921560354918642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aUkAoxioiNRsh7aqwrYRoaGiDDApKyzh2Sef-9nv71agTSYGt3FpAvP8rvuEcYi4lDvHMHEtb7iH_8pi16dmTSZiZ0uFB4VMwqNZM_qB326D5gflgyYSJVdUGP7QPH9gfftPTrN2RX4/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921567837836354" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony comes into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kabin</span>, and Jed makes his attack. He's been waiting to bump into Tony. He introduces himself and asks if Tony remembers him, or has he thrown too many sick old men out of their homes, tossed out all their belongings, and left them to die. Is that why he can't recognize him?</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony tells him his recollection is quite different. He hardly left him to die. He called the ambulance. Jed tells him he's alive and well and living on Tony's doorstep. They've got unfinished business. Tony tells Norris he'll come back later.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony goes outside and runs into Barry Connor. Barry greets him warmly and tells him his bride is a grand girl. They're having a farewell drink tonight at the Rovers, and he'd love for the two of them to come. It'll take his mind off tomorrow, and give Helen a chance to make up with Carla. She regrets some of the things she said after Liam's funeral.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_kLMrun7VDGe49tA56896Y-2bQYNEA4ItAI4_TOnUudAqA4XUnQESIPn-v5-p3pDRbEuso5fIFUe3uEBU0NGZ76AwY14k4arulSNeFC46G1rxzjLK2f5iT1wuTntBLCBAiGSM-3JwQA/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921408319610866" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQwICVStcm9mgZUCALsGGb4aB1CZLKqMuNuGcQzOYncSH5exbQrWtSHT12pndajHEMGNaEVVbCuSyVYVjWHrnJxv_DhUKR7zvlUaXY7yELGwfQzC8v_Dc9EdHsUWN9LyabIJnEWPuBEQ/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921416517956114" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_KCxSDKQbk2i7YtE-3R_W5usFOwB_xBhgRODETbLpBeHYE8cVn-BcrlZGHwIn2Az_dcdlCbxyesAT_NDAlVEypRkfjFRg9n-xCEwe5-TGqhk9LC723COp7T8dWjV6bbLrYov544e93Q/s200/19.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921286735510610" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed comes over to the two of them and warns Barry to watch it. If he stands there too long, Tony will have his wallet. Barry looks questioningly at the two of them and starts to laugh. Tony tells him he and Carla will be there tonight.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony asks Jed what he wants. Jed says he wants his house back, his life back, and his cat back. Tony tells him they had a deal. He gave Jed a check, and he cashed it. Tony turns to leave, and Jed grabs his arm. Tony robbed him when he was ill. Jed wants more. He wants a decent price for everything he took.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony tells him to take his “disgusting” hands off him, and warns him never to come near him again. Jed tells Tony he's not scared of him. He'll see him around. <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';">And next time, bring your checkbook!”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoGvfaa6kVYVglihLuiQ8FOkAZJRc6IYJdG56u7TS3cGkUSXJ7dL52OXcEZyRsKOYNxttpbY1CPXZkpmFnHE5V485ndicC3KzSDPs_c4gT2QnXbSSzeIgJwVwPzzovbgiDLVXyzeI6g0/s200/20.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921158110208786" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3rW16d-L1k9j_M4QSMjPZrgFgL0mZhxUUX0QHDQOkMjI5mcuGwZthTYtSeaBXNPXAg8sFLiz3i7VvP-2d-NSS0cZIQMk03GG-lCTCwp3mFb3O4EeTY3lHHh7yPAtOb-7HZCQ0dWHDgw/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921161919311970" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFsE4-S__YZe3hD2ztF1w5VXj4r_ZRXsROMGNpLqL7FhBnEydBtXz_46BFn_3O9ld8hHdtov28GLo_8ki3vR_jFOvGZyDLKp7axVQQ9t0p8W1iZ0GKRskGifPedWy3lfujVPq6hRItac/s200/22.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921000949439266" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kWGRf3_s0vXOTn9fmbQttpaNch99fMWFRCZi-Kjgrnosgs3r4YqzeRk774xqGhrglS3GibiIfPswovPhsauaxxBXU8AkPC8DYRQEf3NMx1tz93aUZdvJRsoSVYe2wY2yMIK4nSQBGXI/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921001685268530" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann follows Carla into the Rovers. Carla asks her what she's having to drink, and Leann isn't so sure she wants to drink with her at all. Michelle and Carla look confused, so Leann explains to Michelle that Carla is a disgrace to woman-kind. Michelle's interested at this. Leann tells them they went out to buy a wedding dress, and hearing this, Liz comes over. Now she's interested too.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann explains to them that when you go looking for a wedding dress, you go to all the shops in Manchester, and a few beyond. You look at all the possible wedding dresses, and a few impossible ones as well. You take your time. Carla picked out the first dress in the first shop they went to. Michelle and Liz discuss whether they have a case to ban Carla from the pub.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla defends herself. It's a beautiful dress, and it suits her. Leann says she doesn't have any argument with that, but her shoes and bag were also bought in record time. Carla asks why she should waste time and risk losing the dress she wants. Michelle and Liz tell her you ask them to save it for you, and then you check the rest of the city and beyond, and THEN you go back to the first one.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Carla gives up and admits she's guilty as charged. As her punishment, she agrees to buy them all a drink. Leann tells them she's right, though. She does look stunning. They both look sickened.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EXbMJKB8akXgWQRF0dlHSmzFYticG-JY-eI-LGG0F_QzVv53Qi109361jJpBmKyuXBCTakMdCKIxYNO4NO0G61gj_cYMGJnAdDmK1QO1K8CnzvjV1K8_w6tt7D3ECzL8QS3VvLitcsE/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920847855738354" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMd7Y-BCfODzdXhN7DWjLXps25LUBLOEUU_5TbfirN5rzWqgJjs5YdnkWVEKtcI3WNoNtqLnizj3iqyZ2vOjzX3D2HjMU6VT19a_2AIEHbXCgCuhj8wgnas42V7y0nnLXleq-GMEF3xmA/s200/25.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920851448120290" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudNULfsrZKOYKymyzRKAEfbrudzqjeRfq6QYYxUFpjQjnZpqAtGKZCLnI-Xxl-faWAhxapNHker0wzcxHHmppbymxJ8D8U3qXs55tEcsY1g1s5LtgmbVFPAVPt6uF6yE8Ox0hLxWpynA/s200/26.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920709473606578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOhnZ0fLatvQoUGThnxct7pVTQ3rBdGmMCgFa297p9Ryr9k8xwBGZXNr2N3qEeScZc32GwG0zAuQi9NJVme81mSq1IVvJOwBdD17bzDPqiLfiM5SIPtzTCA9Ck05mLdPIuK2hN38ptcI/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920710990396482" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony sits quietly in his office contemplating things, when Rosie comes to the door and tells him there's someone here to see him. Tony tells her to tell the “old fool” to get lost. If he won't, call the police.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The door opens all the way, and the man standing there tells her he may be a fool, but he's much younger than Tony. It's his brother Pat! Tony runs over to give his little brother a big hug.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony introduces his brother to Rosie Webster, the power behind the thrown. She does her best seductive act, and goes to get them a tea and a coffee.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony realizes his brother must be Carla's big surprise. Pat says she rang him a couple days back. He figured if she looked anything like she sounded, this was one he'd have to meet. Tony assures him that she does.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Pat says that if Tony's not ashamed of her, there must be some reason he wasn't invited to their wedding. Tony explains to him that Carla sprang this all on him at the last minute. Pat assumes maybe Tony thought he'd still be upset with him over dumping him as his best man the last time around, though Pat says he should probably be relieved, considering what happened to his replacement.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[Side Note: During their first attempt at a wedding, Tony called Pat and told him he was going to have Liam be his best man instead. This was all part of Tony's plot to off Liam. Pat doesn't know why Tony changed his mind. Tony told everyone else he'd had a fight with his brother, and THAT'S why he'd chosen Liam as his best man.]</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JrqMVdWgzIbk0-CafD8_Y8EP4VDkODVhTrJlP3pmjC7MtfHniIrMeJO5sCVOyt0Dy_J8maOW5hOKDYIsX_so-kJ5SCgoPRazPyypfoaMRhSB2Yulkkp5P1OUhcVdxtBuYfSVIFmTdo8/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920451175601442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-ZTGa4ddchcP03_5y0gMTC08tUm4CIn8vZoozUdLF99HAwfwPe_XNnf_0ouGEXPbiwDnYZBsnuc_FZlgm69Oz2xQLDej1P_C43TEnOUqyLj0gl69nSWQU3Hkigy3_vfuzQX1b5Lb70A/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920458177283874" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosMbeoyhDH7xs2gw4lpEj4ZJ7z5SM7xz7alswIns4VQxY5WQT2D_MIyPBsB7mBEfaVG7ZgN7vhLLOIJM4uvkBQGyZh_eLIHRQZ96XqWIEz_MsaGJCyx3tUO7NydOXQdSc6ZvU4yCl-pg/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920314781082066" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">At the bookies, Jed explains to Peter that betting's one of those things. No matter how long you've been doing it, you never get better at it... like understanding women.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann comes in, and Peter tells her she's a life saver. He asks her if she'd mind keeping an eye on Simon for a half hour.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Simon's playing with his favorite toy. His mummy bought it for him before she died. Leann asks him how school went today. He says it was alright. She tells him it'll be better tomorrow, cuz he won't be the new kid anymore, and he'll make lots of new friends.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFE2IaWQhjlXr5Jc2awVq6bS0ErBhgiTa1HE1ssylNwN-XZcpx-aPEhVWWblNMTCeY1l-OwlZmd2LNUJDrc6xLq6lDDoQrRYl-QUGv_1-KHkIMKPJZV6C92PyeF0OAP3IDyg4eOQEgG70/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920176040295586" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGh_i4xIbcEcq-QQvdhbgLZTWOOsRi8kmBmJ2E_sT-uVsoL8oeWtZMpPe-GcREkzVcWXEL9wI4fQfALhE9HS-vorWYUKA2htO_gZcTA8b5pdvMgajH1Dtas5-rzabQ03mzjNCBmoF_Sw/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920024009210434" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfRWHQaWboHOPfXJjOxd464gHxDJ6uihlGnEwq9oTPN_kuvN0Xmlr8S28Af8hQ4V5HTm2RTS5SpsezHD0keleTrJsZ_UlLp0fGurLNa6AGdm5IzkAFBDFqXA-TTWsQmvdAXAAgRim7tk/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920022676362082" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter comes up and asks if he can buy Leann a drink to thank her for helping out. She tells him it won't be necessary. She'll be in the pub anyway. She asks him what he's going to do with Simon, and Peter says he'll see if Ashley can look after him. He asks Simon if he fancies playing with Ashley's son Josh later, and Simon looks really excited.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann corrects Peter and tells him he really should make sure it's okay first. You don't want to get Simon's hopes up. If Ashley can't do it, he's going to be disappointed. Peter agrees, and apologizes. It's like he keeps telling her, she's a natural.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky hops into the front seat of Steve's cab and asks him to take her to the airport. She was lying in bed all night thinking how great it would be if they could just get away, just the two of them, away from all this... stuff. He tells her that's nothing compared to what HE was lying in bed thinking about, if you know what I mean.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">...With Michelle?” she asks. Well yeah, but it wasn't like that. Becky cringes. She promised herself she wouldn't say that.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEESRjJxMyFEOTRX_JnRtybtlJ1ESgdSyxOJrs1ExKmw7rtwH9LeizbIhZGjt3ORoc1DLqSpx2OPVzqDuvHRjstuzI8R_MuiiJOn-miz9shIsOh7_YndVkRaNKf3oIMXol66_GUOmJ04/s200/34.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919869484754114" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_Ip3P2YfNHlq8a2VZrsY2SG1oQ2SW-cUIp0znN61jdJx1uhmkWST8tkB1Xv8qgPpAan1l6s63EOYP2vqhA-BonsRiugw0xFemTqJLTywIZ_a0mtoeD21PdgmrXnJX80rgqwOz0gAcUg/s200/35.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919871819077746" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlM0F5DWo1sZyp9pBka1egTigkE9RCY5-eT7YmxLTzygjBo5tiR0HXhOOzHW1BwOw9y12BQK_lrgzYaOtXGMd4oSsy7bOHNXn_Woxk_PaPzBBDw9Wj19HMHPEsVbmc8kCrjBrG2V1Vto/s200/36.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919728796703618" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JNnnKZQpfqBoxfBZ3d8wG9CLMnfJV8CR7lLrNMaXCfgVHQE7WsN_j8S83FB0X51DZo8etxoQk5spyLZ7_b6fTb05CQ9fq3F5ahH1-9obB7nr6KgWvO5smHC9fySSHktmdwqpzHSpMWU/s200/37.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919728138732466" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">It's like Steve told her on the phone. He's really starting to get on Michelle's nerves. So it won't be long before... well, before he's living in this cab. Becky gets all excited and asks him what he did. He tells her he ignored her when she said good morning, and he complained a bit when she said her mum and dad wanted a farewell party.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky wouldn't exactly call that “bad.” Some fellas, if they behaved like that, she'd be expecting a proposal. Steve tells her he'll try a bit harder then.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky says she's not so sure about this whole being horrible to Michelle thing. She hasn't done anything, and well... she's her mate. Steve promises her it won't be for long. Michelle will soon decide it's not worth carrying on, and then people won't look at Becky and think she's stolen somebody else's fella.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Or that you're a two timing scumbag?” she asks. He tells her to trust him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Norris has opened his mystery package. It's a new phone. First prize in a competition. He was hoping to win second prize, a foot spa with massage function. Rita tells him he's too clever for his own good, and he agrees.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Rosie comes in and sees the phone. She tells them it's THE “in” phone. It has everything: mp3 player, radio, streaming video. Norris asks why they can't make a phone that just makes phone calls. She asks who would want one of those.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Norris' other phone starts ringing. He's got a message from Mary. SHE won the foot spa.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQF7bhSPmalpnydb7V8lOl71Dmo-aj5pQGzByy3Pa93bJs_uBLsEWwk-36c200IMEu5IbIrcPG-g_EULC2YIsTerf31OveMHDA-w3ZRFtavGAlJ-NlQXqBjhh4WrY5j7OIj4XuIyh6q5E/s200/38.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919524756311954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5K04_19uM7GDgRDNX579EyyuAwiT6TrgfRBnWqF81vvOcRyx4xgB7yvGyYt_T6i7g3YMwqmUFmMkpImcKrpY5HomSf03GJQ6hJUAr7Otdouq49Ku0c_UPXYf-atsMn7G0KWRM56-nwcQ/s200/39.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919530137512322" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0O1HjTMeslYoGVHJdxAiYoQUJXbfM5TLsJjVNLZS1aVws9HI5fNcq-MNs5Pp5Pysula8xqBPfpsD5PIESJBu6-tyqUsWtqdrvrx5SEolT9PE2y4K8jH4uyKG1R7ck7dKainUv4aDSjA/s200/40.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919353885217746" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiQ6frdcoPzRaDl1zoEjfsnegdUg6ac9mmMyX2cVzzDGoRgtaETIXtly9klccPZVd83_AJEnsHIpIX-xH6P8ZEUyiwQQrg0-tFYrqCDSMbNUqH5muiyKJ8iyjcYFYNxOQDt0Cag09zWI/s200/41.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919358748878754" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the Rovers, Pat thanks Carla again for inviting him. She admits that she had to check what she was marrying into. He says if it were up to Tony, he'd still be sat on his own over in Scotland drinking whiskey from a chipped mug. Tony jokes that he can only expect that Pat will shatter everyone's illusions about him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Maria and Helen come in. Tony asks Pat to order the drinks so he and Carla can go and say hello. Carla asks if they really have to.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Helen tells Maria that if she wants to come visit them for Christmas, she'd be more than welcome. Maria thanks her and tells her she might. Helen just wants to make sure she's not on her own.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle comes out with a tray of champagne... and an orange juice for Maria of course.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqolWmqcssHzuUq9OPjPvBVMRmFnlieBFrwERqMAfF0TPolZdLnudqy-r6-X0kO0UIQvZ4TUawNVhDXKv5tRzedeaH6WhCLJVtYMNsEYE4rpJj7ckNQDXGlmmQizU2ZacWENFJyqhK_XI/s200/42.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919213966243602" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEith2p_qFTut_W35oVD4cORJzcg9Zt9y8o7bcu5Kw0JX8-qLpVOgPcY4l7An3W_FkoupTcFXB8UUkGhyphenhyphenrWTAAzCSPBPCPOsDt1ubNs1BdELrkpKcPwsbErCfJmFInGgzaOQsjByRJGgUEQ/s200/43.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919074846978338" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXG9WPJ0DVeJhVKX8Ug7jyzr5_Y_Nizk59sxXD72RgVBF2sqnrR9uBCwhhqswYbKFLLrtZhvoyWWsKAbKnIADA3RNzJpUdwXcO9BHFfluk_jVN-WIpVbwyEJizxrNMzhKPGvR08-_Okw/s200/44.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276919078926690498" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Helen thanks Carla for coming, and she thanks Helen for the invite. She tries to apologize to Carla for the words they exchanged after the funeral, but Carla interrupts her and tells her it's already forgotten. It was a difficult time for all of them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Helen hands them both a glass and wishes them the very best. Barry says the buzz of a wedding even gets to the heart of an old cynic like him. By the way... where's Steve. Liz says he's around here somewhere, and Helen tries to tell her husband that he lacks a certain subtlety.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Barry tells her Liz knows what he means, and Michelle says EVERYONE knows what he means. Barry leaves it up to the two of them to put a little subtle pressure on Steve. Helen says Steve's already given her her present, knowing Michelle's happier than she's ever seen her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky's been listening the whole time, and tells Liz she's going to take her break now.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWheoHhz7_fxU8duQB-27fIfCpBe8tFGwdWE24_aVrqDjF_gPL3Epf97PlVfCa667orRq_QCWpeoHDml7Ujlx0ZBU6-CDWh0kjPUVMKKuzYmH49aE_pvvjZ2vIDOF5vX8PjSPwf68lV0/s200/45.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918720612632050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMN1Dv8jR9ZH8rshsPjrn-6lRsY38CrH1rXuU6loEViJAo_Fh9XUOZXzqII3ZnLM33OQ4Iij-EDZ7kQq_mddLWxgNL1qteGT0acoB8norrvJhZmbMbLxTfhLJf3Kc1Nl5c1Jg_zstEFk/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918724667345698" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5ki5XrC-VZ3v3JjSxP9_CRP0FkXt0Yx5SrbEXdChRZH639-R6TN9qqtvrU-_kapy6cg6y4p5nMX2unnF9dEofcdNBC3gqbsIYJGHByxDDzwCozEuFSGSZeI8dtftfINeC6Mx8Dlnnwk/s200/47.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918605787617586" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ken and Dierdre enter and order a couple drinks. He notices Peter's sat over in a booth, and wonders where Simon is.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann comes in behind them and seeing Peter, she smiles. She heads over to him to check that Ashley'd taken Simon. Peter says he did, no problem. He invites her to sit down for a drink, and she accepts.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4Lpg99Li1YNPC7vqurI1NM8vKAZJ8FYaeNfQBIvIay-eYXTdoaYf2xAhxRmaGZHCPXMB1xmCpV5sHBYRkG2mc1IX53MMncASufT4Y2G-qToC8DhwDMKUFvXVPiTjJNspIlGjgEfxgjE/s200/48.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918507883723234" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlVDCWTVYcAlj0mI9UUTx8SZssEQreoVUtqyHz0N6m9nzINYMpel911orStQfgTO6AsySrQUI-PDktzvXB9cdBz40u1FXw_z9nm8C73w-Cw22fl72O1SzLAoxZYhSdjdSU63ARjwVEpM/s200/49.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918387346636818" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq05de3ULeYV__L3X-u-bnnnXaPOIcmiVm1z-7mssnfpHozlMoh83En2jAWFwCFX-77HRtSWQqR-S2z0_P48A6qe7utHl-nXSjg40bNGB3THeSc37aZ-PZbB5KyKHzYa9xRZ7uixuI1HY/s200/50.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918388221452098" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Watching Tony and his clan, Kevin Webster wonders if anyone has ever choked to death on champagne. Sally tells him not to be horrible.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed overhears this, and asks Kevin if he's really not a fan of Tony's either. Kevin says he wouldn't pour his drink on Tony if he were on fire. Jed says he's gotten to this age without ever really hating anybody, then Tony came along.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky finds Steve outside alone, and asks what he's doing. He says he's getting some fresh air, but she says it's a smoking shelter, fresh air isn't an option. She offers him her cigarette, and he declines.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She congratulates him on his forthcoming wedding, and he wonders what she means. She tells him he's a coward when it comes to stuff like this. Did he not have the nerve to actually dump her, or was he just going to hang on to her for a big longer? He asks her to please tell him what on Earth she's going on about.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She tells him that apart from the groom, everybody in there is planning his wedding. Michelle's just about bought the dress. All this talk about leaving her...</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHGq7gks8vl-kJsH9hNuf7qFEM-reJ7nwwNnnuaYJ2GaEOIbUPAPhVumU2ZKeIVveML0C-v59XKKCOaFwto4lJTapggYlYLSBba_CQ_Pp1ewKpR4vOv-eyV9svOV7XErt7_SEvCAFuuI/s200/51.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918239364426386" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQI69zxQnM9u3Ix-HwF2ERe7vRl5Go2IA_nW37DlZz5lG9DHs02UdigK-0r2fVgFbEBONFHcjzunCpaI0nebwchcoaPkmtGez9pgL3FnboLIE478cs7kFHskV1rYCK_CN2npmXGFG5Hk/s200/52.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918239020136626" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOJmaEXMxxpRMgjpx37d4Txjv22vPefhb0F6znpMGdzHReJHOdoq0eZddBT5l7xox7mwtek44CqccND2mMTdhojZVfjl8LlJ8SC8j81DPXqriiDWqLtpQDfTF3VzXHrJejFdLPPtowBw/s200/53.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918085645123410" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4GkQwyRJYj4npA-HrqkxajFvgfGb5hEsVuuKrmjzQ2R0GFJZKIF8auRq239TcYm6ZZnONrTkaOZACjRaXWHZpusy6kaSuKhX-RDzO_AVz-miBRdkdeQg8oEEK5gQ06XHAFezgqyFuhA/s200/54.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276918086301285698" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He assures her that IS going to happen. All this wedding talk has nothing to do with him. That's why he's out here. He's had it with all of them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky tells him she knows what his game is. In there, he says he wants to be with Michelle, and out here he says he wants to be with her, when what he really means is he wants to be with her... in BED. He says of course he does... but she does too. She admits it, but when Steve's a free man, and NOT before. She doesn't want to be his bit on the side, sneaking away with him behind Michelle's back. He says she makes it sound so sleazy, and she tells him he best get cracking with this bad boyfriend campaign if he wants to get any.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann wonders whether she or Peter have the most to lose here... I mean they both have quite the reputation. Peter points out that she's still here, and what's the shame in having a few drinks with a colleague?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmQTVfROUAneyW3aypOwqO0U-nGma9rm906hrvBUDcFJ-tfQ5-glKHqGnfbM8o4fDAKFAJsJAigoZKNkwU5SrTiTnGC2GSaD6mxCl2qrrmZvtfhYSsmM3KL_j8flVeyy9V7Vyj_-pca8/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917948202104066" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjhGBgcCM4_zBvdaqA-iuKGw5sk0Y4-Ey-GHFJk7jxNcKKUnxi6orOVqOVcuLUeUSeXMRs1PmO66O4oHSOgjXOv2XFwGuhyphenhyphenm7Xk9Rj99LZZfeehd5CLquDEy0PJFxrsxgG8WG_VtB6cU/s200/56.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917801364970818" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgviC2kAIE-h8d7zYv7AGzUZZBZMErnnT3MJOdx9O3aNzSIuD4Nx-pT68mrYPH2RIEibmbYWyx9dArkK4LUi2CgFRN1pKCrvA-p_epyBgRZixSknc_tjvoSHXhfrjYlRZlohyphenhyphenZ-f2vNvps/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917803255706738" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She goes to get another round, and Ken and Dierdre come over. Ken tells him he was wondering where Simon was. Peter pretends to not know who he's talking about, and then jokes that he's safe at home alone, playing with a box of matches. Dierdre tells him his dad was only asking, and Peter admits he's over at Ashley's playing with the boys. That's all Ken wanted to know.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dierdre asks how things went at school, and Peter says he enjoyed himself, and he's talking about going back tomorrow. Ken seems happy and tells Peter to enjoy his drink.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann asks Carla if she's doing okay. She wishes she hadn't come. All anyone can talk about is Liam. Leann says there's bound to be reminders as long as she's around here, and Carla reckons things might change when her name is Carla Gordon.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Barry comes over and steals Carla away. He puts his arm around her and tells her how happy he is for her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8z2BjDKF6b9C3PxOOeXEN_TN-aj3c8J9d2SMWnBRSkBvrrw1mzo7YEqufzEQVtDLrv61pSnEWKx_xJsgMSQ-91DliP63KM9NsUQBMy7hmL63YpDA5k1UJsNsk2bL5qqt9Gxp7I7b97zM/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917677862855298" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSU4lIKSbJAMAbuHlltGGCXGNMaUnuKNYEC7WgMqjaLd6eieyiDwLoqQLFYDqLTfrYu5TO3F3BRKfktB-t1U_2qkPBsPdnX7yab_Mf8uaJ8-1n2MvnrAczUbm2kD1usz3Kc3wlgU9eecc/s200/59.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917556014323586" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann whispers over to Michelle and asks if she can organize a toast for Carla and Tony. She says she'll go get some more champagne.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Jed tells Kevin and Sally that Tony managed to frighten all his neighbors away, but he wasn't going to move. Sally says he DID move out though. Jed explains to them that he had a stroke, and as soon as he was in the hospital, Tony brought his thugs in, tossed all his stuff out on the street, and boarded his house up. Sally and Kevin are appalled to hear this.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin looks over at Tony and asks if his ears are burning. He tells Kevin if he's worrying about what to get him as a wedding present, don't bother... that is if he can make the wedding. “Miss out on a chance to eat and drink at your expense? Don't think so.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Sally promises him Kevin will be on his best behavior, and Tony asks how she'd ever know. Jed suggests maybe he should come along too and let everyone know what a charmer the groom REALLY is.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE14JCXsSSNcVId3qEcS6ZXrcG4xHIPTy2qXYVYgmnMlj9epMcH08yIF9kh9r2uq-1jEOIx6cQqOtEcdiiwV0kVgPXSQfouvHtGZ9yh6p7xo4ZqLiEoTqU3LvZW1slXSvqP0QzepWIF9Q/s200/60.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917425214337410" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzMz7uGKIuHxL1kgjzA73Y8m1l5rbO29bjcHSnOv0Oydjbwp0Zc7Fke96gpODljgHIy7MciljCTtCf980SwilE9QvsUNIFE5y1GG9XVkZg2ruzPizEnPLah6YAS-MuJAhqutReTqzF3k/s200/61.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917427463614034" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiov32gGbcqV3YlF12dw8Un3V8B1bl6xyToaFHMrPD2M8IqTqOHFsFGjbqvJx1qWlfOYOeWSdJ_YpTwtbrhKKeHDFyrqxN7sPmxiiNpGTApLrmxKmiOcKrO2Q-si88KBmVNyQ1QdLcNaQY/s200/62.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276917289065793586" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Pat gives Maria his condolences on her loss. Everyone speaks so highly of Liam. She thanks him and tells him she's glad he and Tony finally made up. Pat's confused. Made up? They'd never fallen out. Tony hears this, and looks over at them, worried. Maria tells him that's why Tony asked Liam to be his best man. Pat tells her there must be some mistake. Tony swoops in and pulls Pat away.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann calls for everyone's attention.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony explains to his brother that Maria's a grieving widow, and to pay no attention to her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Leann asks everyone to raise their glasses to the happy couple, Tony and Carla.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1K_0LFZ0dzHSLgt_DqTDVg0GKJnVvjceoTdHb-zbXUlOB7JKTlvVTRASvfzOyAKD2IfhPQefgPZloq-2akV5GXwiLmEUeezfuBZhrqVWVeRnAMykfTfOVQTYWLcu6zmA9BW-xgB53Hs/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276916948133231362" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCsDpZtQo2UBFqJDEM9rofGHt0b6Cux_3fg7ZsmAt7UakI-qBMqD2gSQPaVrgKlB6zc5iFCarqyvafe0I04BcosszvbqTXMdDKzbIg_j33FI9P5rbSUvExsjwqVI9Jo7_EZUjnYcDlas/s200/66.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276916753084018242" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8cTCGfdcModBEzVLwce6wpIvB_Dj0MP2-pzg6ElwghFRkRoHHbjJJOA8UOiOkeBiIqaIABy-41BMwDOozpuPK0jVrVXDlkRQRpxlj9Y8GGyg8DtOH2tt02FqYVaBJc-UsuTNfY8IVuU/s200/67.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276916759929635682" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptOYJmVewZX4d-8_s4qlKumgKxTX7dC1doTN-kFy0NAb7xU6vuH3_7lvRwY4hzmPTXj1w3mVQbmgGQ_4o92JiIwIF_ghVJsfToJLNvY0O_9hvpL8p4cp3_Q0HwvpbC5CbKoV-lLbVET8/s200/68.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276916761072326146" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He takes her in his arms and kisses her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Everyone cheers, that is expect for...</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kevin, Sally,</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and Maria.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">And Tony looks a bit worried too.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">See you tomorrow for...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">THE WEDDING.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-52207709700151634502008-12-06T14:39:00.019-05:002008-12-06T15:27:20.980-05:0028th November, 2008 - Part Two<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve chases Becky out of the diner and down the street. She tells him he doesn't have to tell her he loves her just because of what happened between them on the night of her court case. He's telling her he loves her... because he loves her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She tells him she doesn't expect anything from him. They can just be mates and he and Michelle can carry on like before. He says that's not going to happen. Not now. He notices she doesn't seem very pleased about it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fellas usually only tell her they love her when they're drunk. He asks if she wants him to walk in a straight line. She contemplates things for a second, and then asks what he's going to tell Michelle. He's not sure. He's as shell-shocked about what's happened as she is. The only thing he's sure about is how he feels about Becky. She reckons that's what he'll have to tell Michelle then. He agrees, and Becky slowly kisses him. As a matter of fact, he says, he's going to do it today. She flings her arms around him and they go at it hard.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBnNRMOAyC9pjvvvni4gfl-0F_JVSys7hDVhKfOC58sTfMXKW4mWNzPCcBszSgC9Ymeh_gc5gvD9DNLj7952l2Vr5K6lLMHU5bFq6dR_x7M_DeWPaxaEpx0uELd5ZCOxLiwyheKgGG9Lw/s200/44.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769569962816498" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbxcSXwxWvokIQ2NMGG9mC0hPn3lO7XFTWCVVFPXOxGnKNBQOTiAO8717gBKRFY6h8B-oeD3yEW7VAIY2aMZRjjEVwl8AwB6JZzqdBnYsRGqvGylHng7PFwuxwPbRJAoGa2eu6g46fPk/s200/45.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769572404414498" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4lqRR1-xFKJOaGbopC1SNDIeaL1SkuGTxt74EhOIKnJSpwHcBlpq_crGHicdM1EBg-Jki1rH6_CZPlQSNYOb8dhcd3_fWgNgo7hUf2GoALydPXSfyZu1JDnh8mzmv7xuGAGCu24zA_Y/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769489545947154" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenGL4aE3eXHpSqea3ccUm1cW8fig_88ChXNPuSi6jZlmVSLgo19XSr99ax9ZiaVzxE0ZEkQZnOFseqSs9eXeR4mFCB-CkK4tvpbiBTi6vGiFcGxasGUEdot4FFDIgQP09Uy9Y56TFGis/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769489044949570" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLizwjt7ZA5YyxTPJjVZRr6qf6dMwE7P_wz0LmEOgNQqcQlwChT9pPFAxQDc7lXPTDORlvXb26uwSkFr5IwRM7IT-VeES9PHD8_9TOuhjthiFC0uTL9YNJIuNQk4jPNEmuHqbzLcERTKs/s200/48.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769302902781314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUCl-smPgmb2kxsFVQEotSSDHNXsfHuT4IVJ315VruWTwZjGYyinQhwG_yshYADuwuPZc2lcVRC0IdF3blr6Z_XqIz0ymtzM6fZjHo_SbUinlv_UF03T_9SXS85-Zu_Jay-8Utn3rRYI/s200/49.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769308064100146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkVcTZhHgteENNPlL-ddlJn52ej-Z4Kpmr9VYoKzkNuR_4djMXTz-FAzJAorh3VTtJ9y6gIDT_W35qjNumGREEUv9niQN1xKmzKCMfujBCdnRthlGXh-SKRQYPvxT8TxGRuDgEa4ixhQ/s200/50.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769313583919330" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dierdre is home from Lourdes! She gets out of the cab, and Simon runs across the street to show his granny a picture of Spider-Man he's drawn. He's followed closely by his dad, Peter.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peter asks her how Lourdes was, and she says she was stuck in a coach full of old ladies, half of them needing to go to the bathroom all the time, and all of them talking. But the city was beautiful. He asks if she's heard about the spat he had with his dad, but speak of the devil, Ken opens the door.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peter picks up his son and walks away as fast as he can. Dierdre looks confused and asks Ken what that was all about. He smiles. “How long have you got?”</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Michelle walks her parents and Maria to their cab. They're going for her scan today. Maria's not sure she can go through with it, but Michelle assures her it'll be fine.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2K78pT4Yz8dhKFiQZXwrMIaeMqYemoBr0MyqCHz4cOqe3NhZ6x2_c5CA4PdspLTyhYezw0kvnsY2OqpmnahuAiPjO_4FNJo1aDEfZQ0YDCQ8jYn0NRICrnPRaIdI3q6-o2tIdLoVqng/s200/51.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769164416639682" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRxlzDbh3fpWrduJfNtv4rgzDLsN7msgWfEYcfFCs6Zc0wxivBkhO2B11MAb3s0n1mKCy7m-V70q73fYHYR3RHoyACkogeNH8v4OOKAg6IAVDw8N17F-CgUfFjnsTyjBkimPPtPPwoOk/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276769061423721314" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve watches them from across the street, and when the cab drives off, he psychs himself up to talk go talk to Michelle.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He tells her there's something he's got to say, but she sniffles. He asks what's wrong. She's just hoping everything goes alright with Maria's scan. Her parents have just lost another son. She couldn't bear it if anything else happened to them.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Joe argues with some creditors on the phone in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Platts</span>' kitchen when everyone else comes home. He hangs up and lies about who he was talking to.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Graeme comes downstairs with his things and bids them all “Adios.” Gail follows him outside, and Tina gives her dad a worried look.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82GZP8G_W09-2WJRXb9uZSDFfb8njO35rqOm0Rb0WVVzrIOEpuajYRrGQZ93TxBQ26gMeOJ2zBmG_58bNyZtDHZox_teYC2pPcnoxzcbJsItex7d7a6kL-sJdRPq2YMOHmd3WOh67RNE/s200/53.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768944615452722" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpiROdAK647C0_BaBQ5A5Tdd2GPJ4APnJm_vtxO-Hp6YMV3OLPKE0DM3slaWnYCrNf5D5LMfJwKxPguHzv9LItk05dnuOGIt2SHxUn-I8vTh4ocfrGO-LjxdU1YJmJ-bxfvncnZrX7Zs/s200/54.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768840434420626" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the hospital, the nurse comes for Maria, and Helen helps her up, telling her every thing's going to be fine.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the Rovers, Carla tells Leann she gets the impression that Kevin doesn't want her seeing Rosie. Leann wonders why she'd want to see Rosie anyway. Carla tells her that Rosie saw she and Liam together.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Michelle brings over a bottle of champagne and three glasses and asks what the special occasion is. Carla tells them she and Tony are getting married next week. Michelle congratulates her, but Leann asks her if she's sure it's not a bit too sudden. She tells them she's a very impulsive woman. They make a toast to the “love of her life.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Michelle tells Steve to come and join them. Carla says it'll be the two of them next, and the girls giggle.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OjXfoHSnBfJQkwHlzAKTpDbRH1_Jrdch3fO1mE0Skm6dkkCv85oH54qdAOC-XiBlcL4PhrZPU44jH5vvUhXMfo_eWrGloitJDfQTG5r3wpHm5EHfX1i3dKyjk1dEjBg8iuOct3HBZRk/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768718931934578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRYYCyem1Zxk2ImLgLFoyoI07RgL_WE86Oj0JzsrTm3GFUPgK3Ozixe_sQMJ63b3KCjsJ1FYFwbFVRauoP0yLOzbO-XDKDr91H7bCTvabSTx_0FUvnFmjkTen3A3A_fa6HpSbVnrzx8Y/s200/56.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768719265225794" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35NKSOKjSHphdm8leCcOT_I4BVkD-0VEzQttws5Hf15-KbAQy8p2QLwUulXlVbee_Y7Czo8JrM7uK1Sm3NiLrBRG1y7i4k-kM3MJrfKkl1vT2x6NQaM-T-JdZSMcPzQfDCeq9TQljcOw/s200/57.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768585618919554" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxq1HMBpx-RbB4ZpRteq2F92oRJr41WXJKu7IY7nPyqrv_LNzo_a1CQwNNtcj-73Wz3EuGclltzeLLVnNCRc64rp3OcW1nvnLNxX8jpatiCDYl0D5VAnlK3moUe5h6kfjGmwxQRyiPF80/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768588560790322" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoJOMd6i00dWy-lIf-A0VmmHnK1FSRe67ftGWFBZSN7JauezONefWqdhuc8YrtRS8pKqo4INPE3xzSBUNgy6utZlcjrAEqD2hEUiYi91Muj23Qt4yGLlCuIcW06hyphenhyphenr8df4mgV6xV1-z4/s200/59.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768416153088402" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Becky anxiously checks her phone. No messages from Steve.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hayley's gotten a call from the youth center. They turned her down. Becky tells her she's sorry. Everyone HERE knows how special she is. Roy agrees. Hayley skulks upstairs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maria's nurse puts some goo on her stomach and prepares to do her scan. Maria tries to get up, telling them she can't do this. The nurse promises her it won't hurt her or her baby. Helen explains to the nurse that when Maria had this done before, she found out that her baby was dead.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The nurse tells her she's sorry, but Maria's come all this way, and wouldn't it be better to know once and for all that this baby is healthy and well? Maria nods.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They all turn to look at the screen. They see the baby. It kicks. Maria's SO happy. She gives Helen a hug, and Barry whispers a thank you to the nurse.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jiuXzeRNC3qRZ65RLBsd6mH5J9TEq6tf1ulv8yzRT96OTejl_Z2h3Z5dB3b7B9fLq47NOlGbQ1K4JuHpYNxGkEyybePeYz5kYOqcPHSDSy5hkB4ZyAm0elbvyL6xKelGBVlnw7waVZo/s200/60.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768279501131426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOR9KDCQsITx0CgSB7dlm2aOACBFIodj4CXDV0nog5s7A7Hy-AAAx8CgPMrPh5zPjinAbpN2teMHvbjcW8144cHN7sDclakeNx4poXnJh0A-26G5yuGG3n_0rMGKVHGEnOfS1MKk7UgE/s200/61.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768285859734962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XC6Wd-PXTFMG51114c0Ci4A2xTFYd-MgV978qTWt3DXKd_SFh5lA1ngeWO5S-jzdzB2Gj2HB44fky7GyZuZw2wVvVbQQfgteeOP6zYkitMr-ZzRNKwi3fq7qTbWxvRhxAsuSZJhw5Bc/s200/62.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768190103959346" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70oAUvhYAyRjzxDQYmaXSP1-bKLE9rBHmauRXQYu1MAWvdxLXLo_wIJONfCcjK1gB4D-bpu_K6PcxgCEtqO3ExjkK4fWf8CTWVyKUYek95v-b8xPdqIYY-MDfR9roCWhyphenhyphenNHIIhWwt7hM/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768191408489602" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWREWV-bmkkPHgYuiHDR-ULPcuTvcTqsOTSoIatvTDQXn7h5DjLwq8zmPaT078Dk3GDkfSS08dKaOZOKZJbV_gO6mph1Q5AiUFeTmo3crX4Yy9zS6FObHQyeqvKpL3-eL4nJ0YB-GlyQ/s200/64.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276768068911408338" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tina asks her dad how things are shaping up. He says things are great since he woke up and realized he had a hell of a lot to be grateful for. Like his daughter for example. He smiles and kisses her forehead. She still doesn't seem happy.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Becky wanders warily into the Rovers and hears the three girls laughing up a storm. Michelle tells her the good news, Carla and Tony's wedding is back on. She invites Becky to join them, but Becky turns her down. She tells her there's plenty more champagne. Steve's just gone down to the cellar to get some more. Isn't he sweet?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_OxnuXB3ySI9yvufn3Colg3k56OQhWAdJGmy97WvbJD6y9lyf31Bx__W-hTBKy3EpU9asfWz7aYlfnLfEsgnmOyj4_QV3j-2Wlny-ZS4gdSGVNyw8dpKn7Ag9CGSSJliIRbgybGu7t8/s200/65.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767922209057666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFuqMRaC2qA3WPNNQXUeGIo9JMrrFNwX7X84g42zbbKZmKaRcktIVcEX_dHvNcP-123ShkwdwNbeNRpIyi3qEhgWct8ZLyR8LPfBQ2mrwl-JLyr_oM4yg16FTxKhnGv-joeTY8B5_TOag/s200/66.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767930051588482" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4UdEg_jN2bRPjInXkVo_fRTYn6zOWwTl72OEl3e3wu6uwzVXkML3OXHk2tNnqGSCFjO2WEiZy1OME4nByfnjxITDulgOkT37qAhnTeS8ejpK_vfRacjaFsryX0a7P7Wytte-Qv-_dj4/s200/67.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767761488366738" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOTcuVotCQaqX8CmVFy7B4ISO60YicBFMc5jpmxjLIDn19CnGBxyMXqnMKpXBVMVU0E53K393pTsYFHV3OVokjKTse6ThH2D6zEmQO5co5UQc0RvDa0FSoEmp3Uy5BNm9X1up9OA4ZTA/s200/68.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767768672065250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoL3bAGQEPdIK4MBlvEo4N8v_xZ0deWPLPkneqDLukFHiJgKvrcUQtQ7kN98NGU2g0XPrjI89khaZ5uu8jMTMVFgVI66gTED3I6WLDoWkw2AFGUA_vi3gT7BjhS4b5ncXN4l3BJwghufc/s200/69.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767655642005282" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJs9m1DM2d5TPi6XNi77GQhMzCg8JjnfdsCxvi67p9b-qdGuaVjJg5CfrzWwzT8Uh9_PUuDtaiH92mxZSDSO6OFDFIgR8BCe7XkhoHODGzr0HDD3y5Yvkx0ioyxXNtCm6fTL1Lb9ApfMY/s200/70.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767658269924370" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Becky runs out the back to get away from all the noise, and finds Lloyd sitting outside in the smoking shelter. He tells her he heard Steve really came through for her on her big day in court. She smiles. He says it's nice to know it's finally over.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She sits down next to him, and tells him since he IS Steve's mate, he's probably going to find out soon enough. She steals his fag and takes a long drag. Steve loves her, and she loves him, and he's going to leave Michelle for her... today. She hands his cigarette back and runs back inside.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lloyd can't believe it. “Lord, give me strength.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the Streetcars offices, Lloyd wonders if his mate needs professional help. Steve tells him this decision hasn't been made lightly. Lloyd wants to get this straight: he's slept with Becky again, and now they're in love. How long til he sleeps with Michelle and he's back in love with HER?</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lloyd watches how Steve is pacing back and forth nervously. Maybe it IS love. Yeah yeah, says Steve, I think it is. Lloyd tells him “love” is a word men are forced to use when they're trying to sleep with women.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Every time Steve isn't with Becky, he can't stop thinking about her. Every time he IS with her, he's not thinking about anything else. He can't sleep. He's all wobbly when he's near her. He gets weaker every day, and he can't eat. So either it IS love or he's got a terminal illness.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaAymC-8ngkqqyR_FtykWfvBiJ6Dya7oiIrIFvhTU7DPqyDxaZJlhykHoppIeOgNXeawtEXniuWtDa2QiUnHrxLEsp-fFfShGxrOtAAtRGmPw9AhN2X53fHNSeFemfxlhpNiMJo6j3UE/s200/71.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767505192542914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigotbrhgTsCTbqlWEOwuaJsHC9YyQwkDLFTe7vyY1OytjNAmjo2_f6GuIrL_ZAQWshJjyRNRT63xkpzgtMTReUfnlGlSajAOYgb1MAnKoQ_VI1JECsdu8gcgdXgc-UxzG_UDWFm2Avrqk/s200/72.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767510661760578" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiL_lpWUyM9DCFRH6FzhnX9KKLuW4KGUeEnyCewHKUbrAPGN22gaiGThyXTVWzLwaQNZqkZHbBh-Myu2hUQWo-C0gShJRvG7IcBjpRT9xcnQU4ElyKNGuqgzy2DIFiiGUEYu31XRCBMs/s200/73.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767371979911682" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_e6-Ukjy1Lm4u6Aq11k4sy4HE9OCHwmvKXAGWnk0ArKxKClweOXDjb1yEJS31QvoJaOn0N88O1lPBAxIk_ilrd24BZ07OAF-Wx8nk269oOljIarYdq6dtfbtz4Fgo3PkvrudRmDdjc8/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767371455169778" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lloyd asks him when he plans on telling Michelle. He PLANNED on telling her six hours ago. Lloyd tells him Becky expects him to do the deed TODAY. Steve's waiting for the “Zen Moment.” The best time when he can achieve the best possible results while causing the least possible pain.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">SO, Lloyd figures out that Steve's plan is to finish with Michelle in such a nice way that they remain friends and she gives her blessing to him and Becky. He tells Steve that the wording of the farewell speech is important. One wrong word and he'll be in deep shit. “Before you dump a bird, make sure you know your lines.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Carla stops by the Websters', and Rosie answers the door. She asks if she's got a second to talk, but Rosie tells her it's not exactly the best time. Carla lets herself in anyway.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She asks where her parents are. They're out shopping. She checks to see how Rosie is, and says she looks very well considering what happened to her. She starts to tell her there are some very twisted people out there, but all of a sudden TONY comes out of the dark kitchen with a cup of tea.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Carla JUMPS. He really startled her. She goes over to give him a kiss and nervously asks what he's doing there. He says he's just checking up on “their girl.” He had a visit the other day from some sleezoid journalist, and wanted to make sure she wasn't bugging Rosie.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Carla, still nervous, says Rosie's obviously a young lady who inspires loyalty. Full of sarcasm, Rosie tells her it makes her feel REALLY special.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMFu3HBebiq9og9PEf3asRhrpHtOiIAHyhDYkj_Tcnz4dPw8fxiQrZjz-xzn2FkX1kLkFEKCrvU-PfaMjEwegSH-VQlk6H5nzsNJpNg7N7QAwpZPghu8vkhJFOGgQtZUR9TdxJIBnSyA/s200/75.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767160265587282" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Kl25d9AueWgiZjS3_jgc3xIol3GBIQDnJaJlqofdG-NNcndi4rj1DO9UmjklteRABqhHRsZSGG2HtzPRmP4RjhQ5-fd6AEQdwYmbIBTugL2g7KBw9hunw23HABMVbj1NSALW7IRa8Sc/s200/76.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767169851447074" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbg6kWTfp7jy2_Iigyn4JnNbFFQFDFMC7ViVqjJ0oTqYIaC2mHZxxU____6qDveew43h8rc210p8pql1GNKpgcdvAWUmQxr6zjujIOXFEIM9wA88HYMlHH7Mt6oCDuTWwhUIff2xSwO2M/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276767174938409602" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWBFZH3vk0FcpFGtsepXxz2SQYVWsijaa-yHfkllEc6gbAGLKrQZXOgG1AScD9h2OPZscxPg_6yeNiU66Ib2bWJpkAg523gA7v7dyLo4eznPlO3nTAYdpbu0MwMc7KaZTtupoZB2me-E/s200/78.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766874123760370" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcDhiyDR3544-oa7kg0W01Qb_BSKAq7G_PodemB7UDfcEbze1NYDX2R_i2Jmp0fptc36jxw7tz1RO9ZpdP895-ZVrHbzGaS__DxZ7X_QamP7Ai0epSVvmPYj9RkyG8aeyWTP-DABVGaE/s200/79.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766876189968466" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XdvkbkWErZG2-a2GjaFKsYBmmBVF0RaboO-iLjH6dqyD2FIDIK90CFYPCHPN7w2_d5YVaNVRBmUIZEXcrPnz61kW9NAt78zAq0RaPhA6OT-MqZo1Suk4C3JUGcsITCLvZQDWFttaktw/s200/80.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766878065181186" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w19dijjlQ1siWeHDKsnJAkFxl9j0Iz9t1jNs0QRYC3M_FrA2Ue5CBdUWOlcaF9fqD91qqQF2Ypzmr5HWqk6F9hBZYVJ6JN_qp9Kfun7zy5z0GI7kzUh2fnG7uM174tm1YdmnesCFFpE/s200/81.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766623571731138" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZzutzyH_azQYRnXmUI8WD9z-grCbcHLaMCwbjhzdTOx8Qm33F6WW4B4domr6du1e00kzQ_okm7aeoqSR4BrxkJVgBoRxMHC3uuRJQm_iEXE3y58Y8LqdjIxihAEmRP6JVVb_gyN9Sj0/s200/82.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766628394302274" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the diner, Graeme is treating David and Tina to a meal. It's not every day someone offers him a job. They congratulate him on that. He has a very important question for them, and he wants them to be honest... “Do I look daft?” ...That's his question.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They burst out laughing. You see, he was taking a bath last night, and he caught himself in the mirror, and he realized he looks daft from every conceivable angle... especially upside-down. He reckons that's why Gail kicked him out, because of the general foolishness of his appearance.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tina and David can't stop laughing, and from behind the counter, Roy tells Hayley he seems a rather odd boy. Hayley giggles.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rosie sees Carla and Tony to the door. Carla says it's a shame they didn't really get to catch up, but maybe they can do it when she's back at work.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Actually there WAS something Rosie wanted to talk to her about. She was wondering if maybe she'd give her a raise. She smiles at them. Carla looks at Tony and reluctantly agrees. She must dash though. She's got a wedding to plan.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rosie giggles. “Oh, is it still on?”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh of course,” says Carla. “You don't think I'd let a man like this get away.” She kisses him, and leaves.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5lLq6SIfyOlE4GxNBW7lwXBvQpHYIw0djUengf-2-wWnVu1FThQQGnHvw_79xa4RIkdR4OxOFbgxdyJQ8qav-PnedBq8XffjoTwI-_txj4Vmk2b3XqIDENJnkeFUtl-5aIRqP73qzmY/s200/83.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766482568510258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLy0OKJiEj0HTirrw_zHNh7k_Z4X0jKjJ3Gf6MT_3L6kHAAxWoImQGzM2PgqsmhlyDCi58d-fxbsnPQ7ympLX1YRe3OB8gyfW27aKvkhX3EhmIL8O-IMi9l439VHacWjAKkPyS-8tZDU/s200/84.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766488455947650" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCxgv65lnkLKFB68LtadP3smxbTI7w_NveHauR3NmELZ7_NudK8Oq1cDjciCJ1hXMh5EMoCJnxyFRkzX1MXsCrhRk4kNZ3BsFQr599NjsLdEgePBIXkcUTe4UjHxfgHFgkebuBIMPfi8/s200/85.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766345342388226" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tony tells Rosie he was planning on taking Carla on a fabulous honeymoon, but Rosie doesn't seem to care. The reason he's telling her this is because he'd like her to run the factory while they're gone. She's THRILLED with the idea, He asks her not to say anything to Carla. This is their secret.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dierdre is over at Peter and Simon's flat. Peter asks if his dad has sent her over to apologize for him. She laughs and says she doesn't think that Ken believes he has anything to apologize for.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peter tells her his dad nearly wrote him off as a father and as a business man before he'd even opened this place. When he was growing up, he doesn't remember one time when Ken told him he'd done a good job at anything.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(FYI, Dierdre isn't Peter's mother. His mother died when he was young.) She tells him that Ken still loves him. Peter says he never told him THAT either.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMpIPZ6nDVM7lXyTFI1vPb61cb6vNFfTNYtLL7cKHsLh_kORi3EUsaVOT3sZHFt8tHSzMYf5j5QQZMEsba1GOiyAsl34L2NqieoCTAPcSHwIPAe9jwk7Z5TOVxT-0T_ogT7PE9bD9jWI/s200/86.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766203599575826" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVoFn1-9yB8teTRHfZon50wUCmysnAVh1518P3jytmI7Y3yPZ8gWFHDsVlQ3pVJY6BWHQKwcByGKkIFL1tBSWvMjrlTq84OreTv5YRwJoLAkTix9Us2a0m77uPMa74Gax-zvkeL15Qv3M/s200/87.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766208303015954" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHYvfejwyWqdezjIjr7kLPmmJxkzsP6bf32GWQJyffXlyqYh1LjPritOW_wgg1KvGVq1VpYYKlrFz_QHI6tQFg-amzlWHaSEB2v5ueqGfIRfmMlJYfQVdYKIXUxLYe1KRjYyPSP1PiQc/s200/88.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765928360343218" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3TYB9dAETjpNa4l7uHbc9zOoFxVh6gtHxuIj-eRIcpSdy6l3A41DzxhN5RygJN-7gZk87B5wxrY7BIHumzL1EU230TIG0rte7Aqz_LhlleAoxxpRPDjnH1JlT1HN2MNC3nsdTfAUi8c/s200/89.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765931079653474" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve's walking the street, rehearsing what he's going to say to Michelle, when he sees Graeme walking by. He stops him and asks if he fancies making a few more quid.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Graeme sets down his backpack and punches Steve RIGHT in the nose! Steve doubles over in pain and starts yelling at him. He didn't want him to hit him again! Graeme apologizes and starts to leave.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve calls him back and tells him what he needs help with. He needs to finish with someone, but he doesn't know how to do it. Graeme asks who it is, and Steve says he wouldn't know her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Michelle from the pub?” he asks.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve tells him he's at his wit's end. Graeme thinks he wants him to go in and tell her. Steve tells him he knows HE'S got to do it, he just doesn't know how.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Graeme can only tell him what he'd say. He puts his hand on Steve's shoulder and looks him in the eye.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Michelle, you know how in life nothing is simple? How sometimes, you can really love a person and want the best for them in every way, but you just feel you're in the wrong place?”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve's in awe. He tells him that was brilliant, and Graeme holds out his hand. Steve pays him, and Graeme tells him it was a pleasure doing business with him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve starts to walk toward the Rovers, and tries to remember what it is Graeme just said.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwpPAbub3qiEm9MOJdVoIwayWSR6fRhP-xWIJSsnHxMSW6jqBp_OlJJwLzgE9EvPOvmubBH-6ECWZEthQdQ6yRUnKxO3wpZ7-bbHGIVxf5cck5nUvUuDVXVsQ1Y37w1bTigfU1J9xv7M/s200/90.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765790518489298" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8h4MOUz4P2kjYtDIHaMMJhAJjQa7n44DynCuuV0-yZNQbUpofYSCU4oh4K2tjPw8dWWUowpB0XxwvbOFlDmjkAStF-wgM3n197cgtXvIlYRNdASWzsQnYF0PUDQk65VHatS8VXQuyiuw/s200/91.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765793249815570" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCUOH_UqpI-ktYbBcbrXJWfMKrDkliAkTp-DW-XxEXI_2Rv0z1OY8OrARoslmh4ticufDIzepWL3u6SPDIadwOKXZllt8WBeNMqbxYm6VGWX3lP_OpojKhFEOhOoZHYTvrBsRxanr_Sg/s200/92.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765656591144786" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He finds Michelle behind the bar. He asks if her parents are back yet, and she says it should be any minute. He asks if he can have a quiet word in private.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve starts out. “Michelle... you know how in life... nothing is simple. And how... you can love a person... and want to get the better of them in every way.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stares at him, bewildered.. He corrects himself, “I mean, want the best for them in every way, but still find that you're in the wrong place.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She nods her head and tells him she certainly does. “Do you?” he asks, confused. He tells her then she'll also know that if you've got doubts, it's better to admit them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She asks him if this is what he's been worried about. She knew there was something bugging him. He's been acting weird all day.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He says then she'll also know what it is he's about to say.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwwYoVGkIlViYaiLm4W_cRXb4XFk3vpR9Q8qFrXfMLgosD6E1lLh3YqBxqFjLZN4AH8Qyhe6tHHOfkYtyqWmnJ6YvVX8qGafipdikEnaoU9MHml4a2yzqG2l4lzEvMTBRgIW6PpmmSs4/s200/93.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765525126878594" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2O0pJRkk85yh2NyBaCHKpO5Gx3NvMIHSCd3qWMcnQxhNqfUxFyiPofuXkcmNMmxIhNqreu4nlUbrMlyXiaxLEKt1rqaFVALw5I2cVdEejI3sLcoqz2nJ_sKJnbRL0z1iFjJlSZ3muZbw/s200/94.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765528171795250" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ghDWiVPgOkubZfpHyezgwMZPuHDmGl7Vjg_UimNkFZGKo_uP1dicmgLRSM2rGZ2PE9k-Mtesa4p7nSNVHSWR5UfBDjQ6AOTu3MVsvP3W7ZlsUQb0D7eNPiA2tY7srNmxk0Re_EGOig8/s200/95.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765360412410674" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5maXkWo9N4jpWjoCgrnOEvxmwOwG3bFZA9kGi-mMc24Q7wblCkAppvVg_YB-0AcC6NSz5zJjgBrtxauTXAgxl0wPEVl-c_UbGaf97BCoX3hpO0R2XqBEcqhoAxudnEwJnjqZ-KzjzoY/s200/96.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276765362642764962" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She tells him yeah, she does...</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You're scared... that I might not feel how I used to feel, that I'm just going through the motions for the sake of the kids.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He's very confused, but she continues. “For a while, maybe I was. I mean, you did really hurt me, Steve. But lately, I couldn't be more certain that I'm in exactly the right place... with exactly the right person.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Barry calls for Michelle from out it in the pub, and she tells him she's coming. She smiles and kisses Steve three times. “So don't *kiss* you *kiss* worry *kiss*.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maria smiles at Michelle, and asks if she wants to see the baby. Michelle is so happy to be looking at her new niece/nephew. She calls Steve over, and he says it looks more like a king prawn than a baby.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Becky comes into the pub, and sees the five of them standing there all happy as a family. Steve looks over at her apologetically.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maria tells Michelle there's still a little part of Liam in the world, and they hug. Helen tells her Liam would be so proud, and Barry agrees.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrQ9OcE8DqJZyHbfgErFkDQnkuNmojLRkKWNceS2bFTeSQutsVjknIA3iJQCYsql1HS81p1SzHntlzEMQqanyD7LM14rYCDdxz6HFaX0HTU6rt6GblRph21IbYVMvUtvbP2EB6KUqV_8/s200/97.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764994712276642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja31budLx3DF8cCOrmoc4Py9FpMrvcu53Qf6G9914GncEpsbpft0ONrIqPx8wpAUMtnQjb_BUIRCGDEm3ty3b83jy7zVA7Bcwf09xFyM0aOFEH5JTd3MzQm62O91RqnA3XAgVLJyKLwg0/s200/98.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764994319560642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VdF97BThZvxgtvTni4ECC8XSKwHNKj4ZotuQjMYp21VIDjQyWSoJBUH_mr7ScKk6CQYN0vvDpo_xETyycfpjDa1vwBKQPZVlWYPt96odNKer6DnA4m0Y_PaE7aMGTSJv-7sVanYZfTg/s200/99.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764999812725458" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9eCcuxERhl_03WqH8j9qvE8XYhsXRRXcu6oXxAhW-pBR_YebDinb7fAIs6dOPDm2gDPacldOjlyJ5tcWUerzrcGkPsbHPXO0cVACxkfc1OxmCfnuL93bjgdCXlwVjuACGQGxHVDeSx0/s200/100.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764776527429458" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzJJle-XfwDhKMJ50g1TaBmodvbj6-Z8t9RPZD28NAW7Lr3C_INSovF0GThGxKh8fEKjzbkDFgIpB8X16NLxWs4LoiGqWZ8HxEDGPP9qbjhvE08hvIRq1RvRkUDyrYCu80joVmWZIVwE/s200/101.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764778197645714" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At her house, Rosie looks at her mobile. She's watching the video of Liam and Carla, with a devious smirk.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve goes out the back of the pub, and tells Becky he wondered where she'd got to. She looks at him, and turns to walk away, but he follows her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He apologizes. She says it's alright. It's like she told him before, she doesn't expect anything from him. He tells her again that he loves her. She tells him it's alright, and he asks what she's stood out here alone in the dark for then.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She turns to him and tells him the story of the first lad who ever asked her out. She was fifteen, and he didn't show up for their date. She somehow obtained some beer and got totally wasted. She kept thinking she'd see him coming in the distance, but it would always turn out to be some old lady. And hour later, her date turns up. He takes one look at her with her hair all droopy, her makeup all runny, and he runs. She kicked off her high heels and ran after him, right up until the moment he got on the bus and rode off, laughing at her out the window.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5uOnXFJbzyuS8eAPMLTyCDhQk9gbuWChQWamDPjZcUuw5mGrNtWS9r4t3BznZvl9frYTviojUBY2s6jzDOiLLuEcd_p4iHmFuW_q50OuLg6nrc1Pj3oXVsRrK-xU8uKA93vz516RI6E/s200/102.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764598173531218" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2mf12NjucZF27LwyDZv4ebsawVeE-0ekh3MZ6PaM19gYQ-HarzIqMKh-k6pOv3lxl9JIQEx7L-Zgonowh_fI2lfmMgKYLSpO-S3Y56T0fj7cCgGU80eFZE1z_T8YYgcrCNthIOWbMnc/s200/103.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764607560927394" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGNYXB4NLCmehq-_nkT4umG9VCh6mZHHFkOY1VWvAFkvbQ5r3mJAEdIuK6zt1jTmyNj-jBJeOozVd1cvb2MIFvPU5K1jMgSJ-nUMoR5Y_mtCZLQ54UwqCPC1B4r7LW4MvLVV2gk30fXw/s200/104.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764430140238786" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL042oy1NyEJWb-zOe7ClkMw-ubioRYft15RGtfYDz3LQntriD3JSIGZewPnyxcnuD_q5skIPqqnfq91Zzt7yezIwHQSq_m9LORyXctTpGC8IKNr-5gEHDTk0RSSshclSjEN1ZhW6O5L8/s200/105.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276764429893401602" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve asks her what she's trying to say. She says that at fifteen years of age, the entire pattern of her love life was set out. Fellas fancy her, and then they run. She runs after them, but she can never catch them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steve tells her it's complicated for him. He's got Amy and Ryan to consider. If only he'd fallen in love with her when Michelle hated him, then all this would be much... He pauses.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That's it! All he's got to do is get Michelle to hate him again. She starts to tell him it's not worth it, but he tells her that he and Michelle have come to the end of the road. All he's got to do is get Michelle to admit that... and the future is theirs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-36061639127176766622008-12-05T12:17:00.018-05:002008-12-05T13:26:37.296-05:0028th November, 2008 - Part One<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve tells Michelle he's just going to nip over to the cab offices. She's surprised he's up and about. Ten minutes ago he was snoring for all of England. She pulls him close and starts to say something about yesterday. He tries to apologize again, but she kisses him. She tells him he came through for her. Dinner was wonderful. He's really lifted every one's spirits in this tough time, especially her mum and dad.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Barry and Helen come in to find them kissing. They smile. They're going to take them out for breakfast, and they WON'T take no for an answer.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTxZleY8toTejMKt5XmqWtUPxJ-IEq20k4Xc1SZ8UzdfJVkNZauB4j-u8ohxfmc-uzjm2vkuXr6G7upIoDRmee1kY22dlkWgGmg2C7Q-gh2c2NjNxrdzH_7f5r4htdjEPmfLNvOe2tPA/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362980097290914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2m7CSh4AmMS8xTtDuw6QjtyTXnypPy2CxZSTFhgkkZGrMiAT3IT9LYJNUoBWHlVTTiK9gymqS7nLnyZbxMVIQUoAaXB44ur2c2p3Nt12pS8y0_3pof4x_dxctdrrMHnWbW8AhaD6FTY8/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362986041781170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlW83u5ND54tKH8v0uv_SW1t50-Jnc_ixIGQ-cPjYYleKRrhvGq7uMtJP0WJssgLYec8686TyurCJ2HaSHxU6rem5UGFIJCwcm0S8XQb7Mpr0zC1irpJ-Q-4xX-n2fsZSOdOZz0HIRefc/s200/03.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362992712251986" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOL1iJJGgZVGInIlTfD3NMKX9ppAb9FfdVfIivaht-s7hlgC_bls_I1MF2b8gjodNyu1Ws776JLvAoAkASRjSWFVbagDyAAR5P1PgairWm8SZi3Wme2tILE8dmLzz9YtlWZEqovTTNO8/s200/04.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362793145193250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeH5PKH0Hwa_Ic0E261GS1TJDt4wDyiH3afhOMvmsmKuPz7RBTRp2rwIB9V-zY1BpFDbQ7-VZcvHvNSiFei0TV5pTqvzg2L8_f07x7PoZ2AM0soLCnwQyc0dc5d0z6O3M5BDbgOa5CjZ0/s200/05.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362796122052466" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme comes downstairs at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Platts</span>' house to find Gail staring at her empty kitchen. She's a bit bummed she can't make breakfast. He gives her a small camping stove which he's named “Betsy.” What SHE can't cook hasn't been invented yet.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David and Joe start to bring in pieces of their new kitchen, and when David's heard about “Betsy,” he says he'll have a word with Graeme. Gail says he'll do more than that. It's time Graeme moved on.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Over at Underworld, Sean reckons he might be suffering post-traumatic stress after his fall off the ladder. Sally thinks it's most likely all he had to drink last night, which he swears was therapy.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony greets them, and comes bearing gifts, a returning Carla. They all tell her she's a sight for sore eyes, and she's a bit surprised. Sean admits that crisis DOES make the heart grow fonder. She understands there have been a few issues in her absence, and promises she'll make those her first priority. She'll touch base with them each individually throughout the day.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Sally asks if she should have Rosie come in, but Carla says there's no need. She plans on visiting her at home. Sally thinks Rosie would really appreciate that.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Before she forgets, Carla announces to everyone that they won't be calling her “Mrs. Connor” much longer. She and Tony are tying the knot next week, and every one's invited. They all cheer, but Sally looks a bit concerned.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDh9uoWbNVVgjpJQbemF74Mxx2WCdm7Ir7BVwpSkkzW-TTgDqEks9oYqZKw6FZc-Opfqy-RCfGmqF29hRdLxIcS6fNOLDxRSGiJ6anValpCtDutQVz8UZXioQYnOBYvxlWkOVjxRR-Wo/s200/06.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362641055414866" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BA9QfJY59ZI2WCRMGVwSTg41ffRN3xEg1ezRfIjhzixvKoT2fp_VjljtgIcz-bcUj1yv_InHr-F569fNyjpZEpi_c_DjjmsXgx5vfZVyxclBQcbY1Zc5xxtNOFUME5Ev8RiRxguoD9s/s200/07.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362643550803970" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwU3HQMiwgvoCfLK6zxiuS2MEv1aK0Wus7Fln_YFtqligfqAj9uswaY2hflt0jptGVTHEI1riU3KgpoNY7y10mmYCkZ7Iz21QDZGkNUxgtYHzCQav8KGOcCndsevRA8osAgbNTVbKRLo/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362492576386914" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky's attacking her job with a bit of gusto this morning. Freedom, the best drug in the world. Roy reckons she might need a period of reflection after yesterday's ordeal, but she promises him it wasn't all bad.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve, Michelle, and her parents come into the diner, and Steve and Becky smile at each other. She comes over to take their order. Michelle tells her they're all starving. Steve took them out for a posh meal last night, and you needed tweezers to eat those tiny portions.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Michelle and her mum continue to give Steve a hard time, and Barry jokingly tells Steve that if he wants to leave and never come back, he'll understand.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0crOGFW0W7sW8YdH0P9YGXmTXl4ztxLTsTixJ8qlHZhcrNz8zO_4ANCSZzMDKiHCAuiRGpluhW21jo5I1XqUvNktJZV9go0tO6PFsxHHFGwfuKP63AN8IiLSZi2gjBQ6O1BWhuguoF8Y/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362352616554722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtFF_3l61ZG08Ea2cEIueQcY-HWHEoagxcVrga8NtZOnpn6LS0Dy2cX2gM2RzqUR1XIOWIqGCDVKYIDhvInolx3IOaZcLLMZ0bwIRD6jhiv0uP4OR36A671rq2ij9KwfPMASIo8Zm-Fw/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362356721932690" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZshaqfgJtYtJAEZGyz7BywaLlpexUBqSIaiS8RdyJ5tRROYlHw4MIqbwDMaLxH37bSb2ySYawvwcYw0wz6qoBGfvyKklTNfmbqdkrrNdl9xcjQ5xv7hw5Hc1pHxr06k8Lh5ph5Yi2FhI/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362188162159634" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpq-j0XWl9W6pD6YetDXHcZdHVPUIUB8lkQ_9iVuAx4hE8dl5T-IQxlyMyhGpRjCVtlEERf4s3zq938qWLrVgNoLWpMY_P6EUMSLsr3BSgqf0wA53h9KfqIOPdekrG4DimuBu47l6_r8/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362190295127010" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Jason lugs around heavy things at his construction job across the street, constantly staring at the front door to the diner. His mum, Eileen, comes by to hand him his lunch. He's got it bad. He wakes up in the morning and he's already thinking about Becky.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Eileen has to admit his mind isn't exactly Fort Knox when it comes to girls. She figures he should just let it go. After all Becky had to deal with yesterday, she doesn't need Jason on her case right now. He asks what happened yesterday, and she tries to change the subject.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He finally gets out of her that Becky was in court yesterday, but she assures him they dropped the case against her. She tells him that after he dumped her, she went on a bender and trashed some property. No wonder she didn't want to talk to him about it.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme puts on a show for a rather terrified Norris using slabs of meat as puppets. Ashley comes in, and Norris says he's seen enough, and he leaves. Ashley tells Graeme they're going to have to have a chat. Just then, David comes in. He needs to talk to Graeme, and it won't take long.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi53S0Ya8jIwpK3wQ4WFDAW7SZkyFg5mU0LtRUMnobr2xBwrOKdTEgJzFZkYH-zx05Z0zDL8XfqrDxKaBR15GHdCwvtQpXS6hA6Wb3u9NR3wCVUYGWr_xt-NmR-UbRS-WozT_PCTYIP7Q/s200/13.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361886665496498" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4ul0qbaaUGWYsNW_FeEE3xuAvHWWcFnNLVceC3cUPQAK0vFnaVqk9XB7HJEY8YNvx_uWXoSlTuENrvEX2EZPAD6VGcA4_64gFb7sEJt-6LP8Y1vyPLQ6ec-V5l0EMBt1k4RRgZIYW4w/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361584818070626" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OKAymmNOkd1uQbYIyk21WHD1_zEF3itRcwgNHMJmR22pTwMEMsG1ahTCy62UrBiwc0m1m3Ke5C-ABiSBwGrdhOiILqEbp27uChn9C9FIxq81qza9gL5wF-MwwskpS_4RzGL0v9R9pPY/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361608291284370" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">They step outside, and Graeme knows right away that Gail wants him to move out. He says it's alright. She's been awesome. David asks where he'll live, and Graeme says he's got options.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Ashley comes out and asks him if he's okay. Not really... he's homeless and soon to be unemployed. Ashley tells him to take off his gloves. His trial-period's been a total nightmare. He's scared off all the customers. Graeme still reckons he could have been alright at it... and that's what Ashley's banking on. He shakes his hand and tells him the job's still his if he wants it. But the meat puppets end today.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley's off for her interview at the youth center. She's a big anxious about it. Roy tells her to just be herself. Allow them to see the woman he loves, eminently over-qualified, with a capacity for compassion and tenderness he's yet to experience in another human being. And if they can't see that, it's them and not her that are the fools.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4do7t_2TgA_zVySGJbFz4x9K5OCJjhjUyKXGhB-TTktHXxqQVF2J2NYkwfaFjYQkdhna5hli2VRe_TSKirGpBtgyY7tA90cAcba8yCd8nb19svGYq2xMwkcBGPEC91Med2q95UXFAa4/s200/16.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361272201420162" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOj0kOi6TTjLwv7RNehSXqQbfvmNsKli-QKUdUGIfpEQsBD_ZxSNQmcJEYbGfezn3L4LasdkLtSWRLJELM1h9DyxATSyG7UCv4ZRVtlA-Ob5-AiQqYAy47M-e-ri6CCQ13mdCWb9dsQw/s200/17.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361160409663202" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcw1r-sSKOxwoTi8EckcKKUWlyXWXY1oJnTW4peTY9sdfnXL7g0Oo9hq8l6buLyc0cw7fLdhLYAsfgbzqHbWCuEiNQbU-1HpD_KIlgv1-s9TgPqFcq-5aXzI2bs77hjj67SgzQswic0uk/s200/18.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361161528294274" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Breakfast is done with, and Becky brings over the check. Barry pays and gives her quite the tip. Michelle asks Steve if he's coming with them, but he says he plans on finishing his coffee and then taking care of some paperwork. She was hoping he could spend the morning with her dad, take his mind off Maria's scan today. He reluctantly says he will, of course.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She asks Becky if she could possibly do a couple hours in the Rovers' at lunchtime today, and Becky starts to say no because that's their busiest time at the diner, but Roy says they can make an exception. Michelle asks Steve if he's coming, and he looks back at Becky. She smiles, but when they've gone, she looks a bit concerned.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">It's time for Becky's shift in the pub. She steps outside and lights a fag, and Jason approaches her. He tells her she should have told him about her court case. She says it was just a misunderstanding, and they let her go. No biggie. He just wishes he could have been there for her. She appreciates the concern, but she's doing great. In fact, she's never felt better.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He just wants to be mates. She stops, and turns around to face him. They are NEVER getting back together. Jason asks if there's someone else. Down the street at the cab office, Steve sees them talking, and stops to watch. Of course not, says Becky. He nearly lost her yesterday, and didn't even know it. She tells him he HAS lost her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He wants to win her back. She asks how he intends on doing that. He's gonna get inside her head, make it so she can't stop thinking about him. She tells him it ain't gonna happen, and goes into the pub.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx0aNTh1zh2BBLrpJSN7DWDVGrFOFqE1e7Sms2A9HoFfl568ucq2YirqNP8naNsKoui-s2RS9ZWlb2ZUSOFGwcjSmDOX2azW_1uIcOKoEy8TEmDiwbxgLJkjNqlve1GDfTwDqtYYsFZk/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360983512102658" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyL-1CKyv5mY7A58rCpi3pc9pA8kFY5CkpQ3nA-Rqp87sP-gsDYFlyyDq5ekXeU4uQiP0b5xjMB74drZqG_Ogt9wUqtn7VkVbzsxUomfCAwwq0poEajEStQGv13dfySsVkBXuN8zLwkI/s200/20.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360983197575250" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7mgunvsIS4zQOaLRu7HBcR9XC46Ok-zqkyL6-d1FztBJVKIZTtfHFyMZNxA7T0p3n0-y9WsOD4mSSc_Hj6AoZ5XnvCR6_Cdbi-jLFBVHNbzu-BHmK_FB4LOJtFPWBpFtRhV_RH30l98/s200/21.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360793645860130" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBo8SRXVEzcYa9AEPj2R9jlTmXvsv-a31wndAFh4WNODFwo3paygGRnBCg1nGtOXPoecCgZXMMrlxbuqbWx8ujN1WcUhvTYC9pGYH9XPscFNdkbr_V3SHa9IY1-Yit4qYHV98ImeVg6Ko/s200/22.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360796000647554" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tina walks by the kabob shop, and sees Dev outside dumping trash. She USED to work there, but got fed up with it and left to work at the Kabin. She surprised to see Dev there, she thought he had Darryl on the payroll. He says they've had some difficulties with the rotor, but it's all under control.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He says he's not built for this kind of work. It doesn't effectively utilize his talent. He stops and looks at her. No no no she says. If it involves work and kabob shop, she's not interested.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">At Underworld, Tony's letting Carla look over the figures. Business and personal, they're about 600 grand in the red. She says it could be worse. He looks at her skeptically, and she stands up and takes his hands. He tells her he's got nothing... but she says he's got her. They're getting through this together. She playfully hopes he'll make a better husband than a business partner, or else.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLBHkWZ01x5RGalKzoPKzgTzPTA4iwhfa8tLSGW0b13iN3XHquCUwlPc-FRZqak4CzdbdF_3ZjXcgieuMo_UH-ZkHe3hqcE0B_CzFG9Ao789gEdMhyphenhyphen-fjQszfY11W8SoQyvo0g0kPExE/s200/23.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360549514458898" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAf3of15yEeou8JetcThy-a0TO0ltkmP-Qj_fZPMVorhzHPBErDfOa-0Gm39Xov9aSHH5POw5WOH-ae1lxEH9Ij7vT6XuQ6nTE2ET4Mi6QYU2lR_AqmrxDcblUqO9vzlIiC_xMvxG0xA/s200/24.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360449789347298" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">In the Rovers, Sally tells Kevin that the wedding's back on. Tony and Carla were thick as thieves this morning. Kevin reckons things are back to normal, but Sally thinks the whole thing is totally disgusting. Kevin admits that they don't know the full score. Sally says he saw it with his own eyes, Liam and Carla kissing. Carla's a role model to their daughter. Kevin thinks the best thing they can do with that video is bury it as deep as they can.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley's back from her interview, and she doesn't look to happy. She says things went alright until she opened her big mouth. They mentioned the need for a criminal records check, and she told them about “Wayne.” Roy says that was seven years ago, surely it can't affect their decision today. Interview are highly stressful situations, maybe she's just jumping to conclusions.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">You just don't see it do you? I can never work with children. Not ever. It's over, Roy. It's over before it even started.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbcVcB0OU7ISOV5qOS1HDofumdMfNXUt9bJ5afKFq0ZmnjGIMUabXN76Z7emKtaK5a70Qx_0P-CaA7TlYllMDEer9587JZGzVY-EPIuLF_4ixI7MIy1bWuoH04TTwXKyPv41wsGsAthU/s200/25.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360290371277842" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWwqGv1uQA9q-RbWhRHIitPSj5MRE8kPVpEZRhh6QVvdoIcPlVtt5Ka08II3Kw2_ndrCNXVonkHQoumfs-_uBP2KUJsCXABtyjo3bId7ZQbEsRY5raIcSbfLVTFV_iXxm9asznLDgojQ/s200/26.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360294656719266" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCGwYRenHxAZmdDodcTpkC3R0TSgjrqNWuCPgxeGNV1J8gtx2PwGEzBfosoP8p-un3qN20REpdDIkQpV4kCVgP-U1exhbsu6vTsiHmibpy5V8IHqFPwAwy7VkuUtsSLkdWOCbMBbA_lg/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360105201876690" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkR4_bQZ83kwz7Cwd7FX1ru7-g8kVZKihEP7ZcX7LKPirQKw7uV2rY6fCOwrnqi-TeUIDUdYygl8IOtAxIERr3uNJcZ91VUboAouIEtI5is8LHNsMHtuzosVJ0Vb3JbrfYnfCSbMQ214/s200/28.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360109748847090" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Jason sneaks into the Rovers carrying... a fish. A goldfish in a bag. He tells Becky it's her new best pal. He remembered she always said she wanted one. Liz thinks it's sweet... but he's still a pig. Becky says she doesn't want it. Jason said he'd get inside her head, and this fish will remind her of him every single day. “IQ-wise especially,” jokes Liz.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky pulls him over to a booth and sits him down. She's flattered he's remembered, and it's a lovely gesture, but...</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He says there were 175 of them, and this was the best one. He's even got her a pink tank and everything.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve, Michelle, and her parents come in, and Steve stops to gawk at Becky and Jason giggling over in the booth. Michelle asks Liz what's with the fish. She explains that Jason's gotten it for Becky, and that she's apparently always wanted one. They ooh and aww about how sweet it is. He's still a pig though. That's a given.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Barry says they all make mistakes. Never mind the goldfish, it'll be gold RINGS next. “Isn't that right, Steve?”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve brushes it off, and Michelle tells him not to be so unromantic. Steve says he just doesn't see how winning something at the fair can make up for what Jason did. He says this loud enough so the two of them can hear.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Jason says he doesn't think it's any of Steve's business. “Bring it into my pub and you MAKE it my business.” Becky quiets them both down. She can fight her own battles. She takes the fish and glares at Steve as she leaves.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja00fB9Q9KG-PtXh6Z5tSllbFxpLJMHAwDLwV8aobLgzHMf-OzvqQ3Nxk95idN0JKdWxw6UQMoMA-iL0HUVRj8GU221ztfCdA7XzVmuc85ABbcYmNbjnpXBd4X5wxqifdjtlDIEdIJ-Ao/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359949672489234" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cuQwaY1Ey1tzOKw7W8LEksAu426pLcCbkWy0MyCyA2EWR-5WqMDSlejEwHZKd2v1GdoWB4yeeYfMaUlI0SfvDC6f-Pk4Hetd6YBM7_ZWFZ4X_3zdEfsm1Ub9naBu3G2thgW1xQ7QgQo/s200/30.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359957198106994" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBzFMZ8ReLVfkmodewJA4R-i1rP6Zd1jSkQvqnXIYVpY3b-Y1EeB6KzYkRyg-T7rYz6cb-QopJsLaIhGF9RgSguVeBuHoJ4MLmmRrOJgVzha64GT_yVBZ22AJGUM6sbJDHljZS40RFUA/s200/31.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359375995230642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRrv2XE-Yc6LtxaP5Bt7GT-r7XvjZhyGjyJ-ojqm9hPCMgi7OlYHb4tIuLs_-B6UeMBlcUbLSbGAWCsvy2YZpk8UEhRdu2qA1J09mPf2zbOS0Zld5C33jWjq-6CAsSeWghMXfyDaS0ak/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359376787558386" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvG5xNzyt2CfV6cZse5RKq8gNJ53lHR-weRTbjgvsaAu9z3I8wMdC3flDcYG5Ja3e8NN6q4GmIDY6ZtTuic1HAkkkNxhx1S_el8tO9NkPN_YMjmYiCky3IF9g5Ivf6wQUevdHyzqkzgp0/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359378760338258" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris gleefully dances around the Kabin, and he and Tina discuss the relevance of Cliff Richard's music today. She offends him somehow, and he goes to take his break.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev sneaks up behind her, and BEGS her to take the job. She says she's already got one. She loves it here. He begs her for even part-time. She talks him up to seven pounds an hour plus free food. They shake on it, but she has to start tonight.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She laughs and turns up the Cliff Richard.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Carla pays Kevin a visit in the garage. She tells him how overjoyed she was to find out Rosie was back home safe. He tells her he's very busy. Carla asks if it would be alright if she popped by their house this evening just to see how she's doing. He says today might not be such a good day, but he'll tell Rosie she was asking about her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxe3HycUQz_4304lnNzfksdqzU1PPI0okbWhz-hwIfU5-_IWCvBE-n2cjlIeixRzpr_lZX9WMfN1OZA1zpla7657aiSG61Mrl5Op4sKLGOKI7cYChwNAI7W8FCHaCewsKGEpoOumS0njY/s200/34.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357483392599026" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2bKpHnHAOEMyUcm0bfi_6-UsXTr_rtgrrEOqwSKxyP2yK67J9Qc5gsgrg7M8bdXSrIvJxVR82yiHqvj9nF486OLpsTTjfD3DavJo42qVjjfsWBsox3gtn9rt12xhSY59dE3MNsL3z6w/s200/35.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357372929641026" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDSaigztXiMgEOgA8ge1AcXDq8heTBo_tcjXJAjdHvVdpvIZ-Zp4nIBcQnlq3NLJLwJxkQpHInemzt4IiiRyl7Lt_jw0zidBi7ZhyphenhyphenJid0IaM3hwqiyuL8TtZJ6gOL6EYMH0yZERPH9Wk/s200/36.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357378837065090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPqpMQmYOJBrlUBGdQEwfh3VwBi296xhN392q6Fnwm7PyVRzF4HIBDP4zKwDpcG9eAtUtXC8OO6-x_N7iItPHLst_H_TwIiAVd9fyahlGRgZyVkYPT8IMI5abJKwj4ooJAXl4NpJ1jrc/s200/37.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357233400192322" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRJVbXVHPOkvVVztvOTR-l4uP7RgUjqhuGJXYI5-uJOljbNncelzzFN9xXryqUmzYubEi_SO9LW2-nRbjRecmkgPw0hBncN_a23e0wbckDiUZXz0JF5GI7irLtx3rMs49szv18P2c0M8/s200/38.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357235048264242" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ30QCEhec7BVJD4zimTynjcihvbFp2ud2Z1R5u18qbhXjjH-dQFHLBvUlcPSo4Qa_IGBPVf_rVNl6aCPDlULGYGoIJ_GGkwo4bSkhfJEtAWAHRbSub1MWzLV4kvLfoFJTeFaS6kKFjk/s200/39.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357235698572850" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">In the diner, Becky and her fish have a staring contest. It must be a chick fish, the amount it opens it's gob. She's definitely getting a “Doris” vibe.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve comes in, and nervously tells her they need to talk. She asks what the hell he calls that performance with Jason earlier. The amount of times he's told her to be low-key, and then he pulls something like that.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He tries to talk to her, but she interrupts him. She knows he means well, but she doesn't need him helping her anymore. She's not being ungrateful, because apart from Roy and Hayley, Steve's done more for her than anyone else in her entire life, and she'll never forget that. But she's got to move on now. She's got to be strong on her own again. He says he understands, but yesterday...</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She says it was one billion percent the bestest day in her whole life. He's thrilled that it was so “magical,” but he didn't get to say everything that he wanted to say. She says his body did the talking, and he tells her to just SHUT UP for a minute.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He motions for her to sit down. What he wanted to say... was that yesterday, all he could think about was her. She starts to tell him she knows, and he shuts her up.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He says she doesn't understand. There was no one else in his HEAD but her. She was it. She starts to get it. He'd forgotten what the felt like, and it was nice. She admits it was nice for her too. And doesn't want that feeling to go away. She stops him. They already talked about this. No they didn't, he says. She just assumed. She says she was only trying to do right by him and Michelle.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He smiles. “And that's part of the reason why... I love you.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZRiWVSWh2Yr-iPFBSGw8Kpo5p7gPFKpZCAnVCmjogP5Z_O1fILJPptHMIuQFbuOebtYElyUeOJ_ZQBvUyxUqSVsXLN2oX8AAHtD0c_hN9uj70aMsbdeWa9ocAbQdk4m1ksMs-nHpZBw/s200/40.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357036373560130" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNt_U3aqbHbJjMd3ZuhR0m3lRbj-ayZluOTUYSX_2T3eXtNKZ5t836RYgMw5LmUcCQ4NGEWafzeNh0c63X4HMjUe7DAQ_6YkT0OjUTtL1iFgWhiEO3-74NexTdCGpSLxH-Xo_J-HhWUI/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357040550979186" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8e0_df42gQZpSHQTjC2CHIraArqRgpBFPKHmsbDw09CKuCfY5_WNcfTtOf9gIv8HgsdUbtqvNmHBGLHslv_KVjDusWmOreWYPdGzeUHCKOrzGK4SbpNO2i8oof8T1WohL87mtlnfxck/s200/42.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276357037742288418" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NMlUelqbIJxfwXrizgb-qxv-CvGq2c8wkocRAY_cUX6IKdM2oGwoRROu8VexeWyV26zpc8PdV1kW-AsfdMF4MAp0pdfxEXZUfcuVNtg6T3qPu4_-JLdIFLmImEPVKlkr28zhLffRhr0/s200/43.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356815377988610" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She starts to get upset and shakes her head. “You can't say stuff like that to me!” She punches him in the arm and runs over to the counter to collect herself. He apologizes, but tells her it's the truth.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She says she's only just gotten done picking herself up.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Again, he tells her he loves her.</span></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">To be continued... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">soon!</span> :-)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></span>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-44030737541005540012008-12-04T10:40:00.044-05:002008-12-04T12:33:11.027-05:0026th November, 2008<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">It's the day of Becky's court case. She's packing a few things into a small box, and looking rather contemplative.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_2WDfkzxm29JJgPc3DxN1Ph5pKLXsvdUwWi4wW4W6bWL5uG1TR8L9Z68HuIDvUxa2jaxcY1xJ3uJR9TyoAbBk53bsCTqJXNtBEaw8WC3P3j0YcL0dB5lZ4Tw9Qm8JN0Gz7V4-F8XOw4/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275973285678559650" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemJkNzpBNWkoVQ5qI-ABhslbvqrWk_hAO-eR_T2fkckZUNBzXlrO4NFnFCsiTwHoQ3RIC4O0F_NuWUMyGUfoz5ZQhACL6VbPmdG14_E_FA4FkZahGKlsN2rHkTkHZzpTWsmuP4-MhFR8/s200/02.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275973161898390098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TSL206zCN_U2AK8df5NT4xHxQgssnsGCNkOI5IaRqFyCaaXNfIRSOx1-90xHKc1fvc0EHZusymQozf5VOw2OiqL098o7QyhF89m7tIyzwtF1QjJ5qF3ml7O75nkvtKK3SJuMyKJ5Oow/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275973167826844290" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve comes in from out of the rain to find Lloyd asleep at his post. It's just after 6:00 and Lloyd wonders what Steve's doing up so early. If Michelle's kicked him out again, he's not telling any more lies to save his ass. Steve says he won't have to. Becky's let him off the hook. She's said he doesn't have to testify. She doesn't want to get him in any more trouble.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Lloyd's surprised at how relieved Steve seems. If he doesn't lie in court, won't Becky go to to jail? Steve says Lloyd has no idea how much pressure he was under. He can't be in two places at once.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony hears a noise in the dark and goes to investigate, wielding a crutch. He tells whoever it is to stay where they are. He's called the police.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">It's Carla! She couldn't get the light to work. Tony asks what the hell she's doing. He was just about to whack her over the head. She's not supposed to be back til this afternoon. She says she'd found an earlier flight, and thought she'd surprise him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He doesn't seem to happy, and she asks if every thing's alright. He just still a little shaken. He thought she was an intruder. She starts to giggle and asks if the police are really on their way. They're not. They both burst into laughter and she gives him a hug.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXMCt2eNQ3be9Hvrz0uF-opfU0ueiP_fLY-j9L8MQ4whep6fMFat6ViShgNmj7dicrkPXZ53iHuyygDxaUSU5-Q_27Q-JolqEEsBgSIIrr6XZWfVIteaYwCOHg5s6b8rVG3w8ChpZ0Kk/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275973019447024962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qNBiWCrc2Qpo43-DU_CHX73WZEkfyVVcwzdp6hpWXoY0sButSYHSaOUbh79khSILcV-g8_QR2JMAuY9RRnfWazUcHMe-tl-DjuC6NVEUlKx2N8dYaYFtKGulYorZsNaHdW9GuyQiUys/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275973022580032162" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zXriL88rM8m46tGSnUcezOQ3C5pWbZ2z6vkhVCAgZ3RPVLkAQE0dXPmIW88uZ6Dsvj_vKiotFvFwFv-oGn8zIcRa1BO-xkKPGcsCJN8OJ05Untlj1PwFyJwhoPLQ2-1RDlQvX2hY9ls/s200/06.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275973027367679634" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYjDErdfOo9DVHjVStNeS-ambSnICgKtpL3oQkgqHjUoe4jBzmbcN0KWs1y9QxWnoNyznYoy5OApN4OuUc_72Q7kILlShvRcxm94RSVrQSvbvyx_nZFY_lpMmOxbOp9LEB21je8C_E1o/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972519716698178" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzzMofTdzRP0NyRYjnqvlMY2UPz1mNGebGPm1f5FZdbYjim_048ZIO9mMAVw-K_D2IR_paCAQMYLRiIQGy2m565WfYRmgYK3CaDKEeeVe20AurzZkqus1RG_3zFA3opbLJq6WdPws_SI/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972517943152034" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky asks Hayley if she can hold onto the box for her if things don't go well in court. There's nothing of much value in it, just a few things she'd rather not lose. She tells them that if they want to rent out her room while she's in jail, they're more than welcome to.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Roy thinks that given the way she was talking the other day, she seems rather pessimistic now. Becky tells them there's a slight problem. Her star witness can't make the trial. Roy and Hayley question why this person can't make it, and Becky says that it's not their fault. They didn't do anything wrong. She got herself into this mess, and it's up to her to own up to it.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Carla thinks there's something different about Tony, who's being awfully quiet. She tells him they shouldn't beat around the bush... she's not a fool... she knows what he's been up to, and she thinks it's about time he told her the truth. He can't look her in the eye, but tells her he's got no idea what she's talking about.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She tells him she knows that he took 8 grand out of their joint bank account, so she's hoping there's quite the welcome-home gift waiting for her. He breathes a sigh of relief, and she jokingly asks what other crimes he's guilty of.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He tells her about his current cash flow problem. The flats aren't selling, and the pressure of running two businesses was getting to him. He didn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">knowwhen</span> or if she'd be back. He apologizes profusely. She says it's alright, and that she trusts him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXce_dgSJ_vL_HMbZovaSEl0nB2P4c1We8dIvaWDvua-pkrChK2g38ayifR3oxvGYyPJDFTkcnW3YcBF-LMVIzbQesyhfKBYFVkfNd6JyOsoQY-3kStKM0RUv7iw0KUiouGO2XiZMiE2w/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972295709790626" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpXU2S0ik72pRJ23-PBEFEX6zW4GJmWnezrmNr9ldTh3Lh4SrbYSkcxTdlxpORmSdK68jkaIjDJ6-VL-nQXEDzjI8k928n0CWreTYZmyScS9H2zXmFVtH9Wyh9rGAR4SxAoyNj6pvs_I/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972299797849218" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51Xfu0xLURtxv2HIb1GYq0daeUdQXf8BSJomSYvBXfjRFc1s05ZsB52U6UJyBDu3gdNN6iv-FCmroZpMI51iyJWQ73Kfage9zEa3I_ZPNLXZN7XyqWiEN5UwoJr3Oj24mtUl_Q5RIznQ/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972116997445970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsg2cCASALRFbv36LarET1h3QRty86LmsYv3BJXWW9yEhUjuXJH11c974xfa1o2ZhAQziDZamVzCDVN5oaczoeKD109QKVze8Y82I-pZflbd4lYCJ5-EoujGD6F_FcmTLxPvJ78CdFRQ/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972116344164194" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve sits in silence in one of the booths at the pub. Liz comes down and wonders what he's up to. He says he's working on the rotor. He's taking Becky's shift. Before she can question why he's doing that, Michelle comes down from bed. She thought Steve had run off or something. She asks what's going on, and he swears he's fine.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Michelle's got a million and one jobs for him today. She wants the day to be really special for her mum and dad. He promises it will be, and she gives him his list for the day.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Emily's arranged for Hayley to meet the leader of the youth center this morning, but she can hardly think about that right now when Becky's going through all this. Becky's thrilled to hear that Hayley might be getting a new job.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She tells them there's no way she's letting them come to court with her. The two of them are the loveliest people she's ever met, and after all they've done for her, she's let them down. If things go badly today, she couldn't bear the thought of looking them in the eye while they were taking her away.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley says they're proud of her for taking responsibility. Becky reckons things COULD go really well. She could be home by tea time. And if not, she's tough, she's done time before. She gives the two of them a big hug</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbUzTiFam5FE1vKlByijQcZHu3-wIgNPf7ccSRKi6CkE9YEImA56hkRKaKGsoMfcfj59KrOTK-12FYik-wqbAJrJb1VlDuoiPq1e-Jy44_k5FeXmJ5UNDIHGUJ_UlvuyCtn-pLf-I0bs/s200/13.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971958991925634" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmdSCzY9R0ynX0yzCUSbXAlwHo3uvsJb6hKA39xraKexCB_wWk69N2hkyMB17pPZoxhJvW0hlN4Er6sH1cshyphenhyphenq5bCPk2OpYDhaqPs1hUasb7pqH6L1ZeoC_x9ml1D_IRsF6xcrvqmpn10/s200/14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971966727344178" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvR_dM_NTAoSMdv_nYib8ACKt97EzryYQhp8-qviWplc4IDrhkj5Y2e2p2kPW_jGLz0chDdQueTQdQe5ixw3eYplhaV_jQUBBawH5hbQRDjZVDbIgvRNl6sRc9j5PVyzHHFcGnZZN4-_I/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971751709278610" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The #1 thing Michelle needs Steve to remember today is not to lose his list. That's his bible for the day. She hands him another piece of paper. THAT'S the list of the relatives she's invited. And whatever he does, he's not to let Cousin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kieren</span> come to the party. He and her father fell out years ago. If he shows up, it'll ruin everything. Steve asks how he's supposed to know Cousin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kieren</span>. Neither Michelle nor Ryan can remember what he looks like. She knows she's asking a lot of him, but it means so much to her. She kisses him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David and Tina both leave for work. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Windasses</span> watch from across the street. Gary holds up a crowbar. “Time to do some damage.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_RXyJU1RwSlYteFp3jY-mBinob-v4We1PXRvJUZS16wvSVJ6zAKKsJUNptBTrvQsd1uKfQnMwjlO25Ad8c3GJMiqoLmiMDR-wjOp-DwHxFe-ze1Iw3mqXUn_LGpOucKqON93Wa2AnGuY/s200/16.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971597513865714" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKL7VeaKXDh9uOwZju1X_azIkDuAoImQsO9Gx7myInZrHUP_zMeb9mIAVtJWkWx-cEwRUvSp_v58ZiDChSSmwcZ3tTaBm9WGUVIBTsXKzh3Ja_8Nmh-MwkpX98-gk5R8J0O5sZa4SWCP0/s200/17.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971439071643250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmYOrhhsxgGf-OK11clJh7CmceG8z2o5bGZFtLCrSX-_mpMWnbKjt1WZDslRKFhrrB4NAy1QgWvZdFD5XvGTjXO18Im76N8nyIOLyXr8JkuPvjAnmna7ExkS1TtuSpm5C71r09iVsRvQ/s200/18.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971446482665154" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QnuzGPAz-2SlNRzLU5UTqfGrNe4u6Zr2RU6jkvyGNss9uZzdHU02eV3PE7rsZ_ddUuaRpk3GItOZk5n76GmPmv_gVsiCA-bXVAcoTraKo5W13uVkbpZfVqD6R3zJIUiPcrBQD3hS7Nk/s200/19.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971444630410018" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">In the Kabin, Becky's buying a pack of cigarettes... or five. It could be a stressful day. Blanche is behind her in line, and being nosy as usual.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Lloyd comes in and Becky books a taxi with him. She tells him she needs to be at court and asks if he can pick her up in ten minutes outside of Roy's. After Becky's left, Blanche asks Lloyd why Becky's going to court and if he'll be staying to watch. He says he won't, but Blanche looks VERY interested.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris enters looking quite sharp in a new suit. He's being photographed for the Weatherfield Gazette for being runner-up in the Cliff Richard competition. At last he's going to meet his nemesis, Mary Taylor.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtE_pThq6ZMsh0uzjAA-tOGlxTaUaIlJOmQbJ0ONwZ-Bhd6D05xY5eqp7TqAPa0LLho9F1vlcadA6TiinJVtDc2qsKAWFnEHZSluC910VBEEoJrUHF9lqq4VQM4ro15Ao3Zlza0YdGKg/s200/20.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971191213698882" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXums1lJX-59zuE5uXobnwdcYh0zpSca_-rwKEV7oU91vlZGPVoQ9cv1OWzAHFxgNdZ-L_PpUr1bYatvuaUHUnDh2PovYrDaSP45sZygi2UI-jNzAIf4kUPgynrjfgFo40gwtSYJiGok/s200/21.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971051941198466" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Len's trying to pick the lock on the Platts' back door, but not having much luck. Gary's antsy and wants to smash the window in, but Len tells him to have patience, and he finally cracks the lock. He tells his nephew they'll be silent and deadly, but most of all, tidy.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Barry isn't too keen on going shopping with the girls this morning, but the sooner they go, the sooner it will be all over. They take off, leaving Steve and Liz alone in the pub.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">They call for Sean, and he runs out of the back with a massive box of party decorations. He sets up a ladder and starts to climb it. Liz wonders if they should trust HIM up on that thing. Sean assures her he'll be fine.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Liz thinks they might need some more man power and asks if Becky might be free. Steve says he's checked, and she isn't. He TRIES to start decorating, and Liz immediately decides she and Sean should do the decorating while he fetches the pies.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tumhApDGy2bhCQxiQG94uysP769jmWohIf_hVXfMK3OmEPrdrJcsDUVzA3PyaUbFCBlWvBdG57UmJVVdBa1XiX16wpZq3zBCsCIfVVikgl-6DUQYm9XTLBJ2VwydU4UzzuOcAx22fvE/s200/22.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970869303564050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0dEUrL5OSkfQRk0K6ZgdRHmeJvIrcn2Hwrmy1S92jG_l3aIwiDZuTSjxsS5_yeK2RAmnFqO4DfqjjUGYlwyfXSbDSJezSQUQg3Dcfpw_1AOcJxaPTjTqIQU9cD7HEbCIeTNMTtL2wb8/s200/23.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970872770294866" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVW59aXPZaFyOUaUktjg1IrqaT8ZFwa6DXaAtBQCYyV9tQ0SPjQBeLk5mB4SeBEA0QYCWzejLJxz0K0UaUn1cD2l8XxC-RaTgIdoIB_SzbmSsqxIvFsEldMYue6k77WwdVyrToZrtXwyQ/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970879208025794" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4jSi_9vGrMSLiNEDBeOedgjiUEh0uuVvm496U9KA1vf369QszKLeW1I4Is177h0DsyZSxHwR1F38OSSALpXRJO1IKDk8lSdQsZui0NOfYZ37y468Nn1kuubpvNtZt5oTUQFcftc5Ok8/s200/25.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970671326909890" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKkYwUQ8HN4Meri4mPFMasEg63l9tfhsS6HiVnS2Vo0wyqdkSecUfypxmSopeMteSnfHGKo6eafZhT3nDeyAAsBe_fJu4W-UPzbV6_jPL1CNYjFqXw1IzXBYf6MA0hPJPDvrPoLCO0rc/s200/26.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970673491292402" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhElR4zMUg2xSHYnsPE5O-BILAIVQXg67Txh815hDEPqSbYgp6nxB4BUqd3Je0v_1gU0NZWpPgP95TDPvK3d53pUYafIsZPWMzRg4FqF6y9XMcne7C2TU6Bk0eYk2E5HIZzeR8dFStuPmc/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970675099774850" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Roy and Hayley bid Becky farewell outside of the diner. She tells them she'll be back. It may be a few hours, and it may be a few months, but she WILL be back. She hops in the cab and Lloyd drives off.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve walks by and sees the cab. He asks Roy and Hayley if that was Becky in the cab and whether she seemed okay. They say she's putting on a brave face, but apparently her star witness has bailed on her, and she's expecting to be found guilty and sent to jail.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve tries to convince both them AND himself that things could all work out. Hayley's not so sure what another stay in jail might do to her. If she does end up going back, they'll have to visit her often, and write, anything they can do to support her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I need a cab,” Steve says to himself, but he doesn't make it ten feet when his mum runs out of the pub yelling that Sean's just fallen off the ladder! He looks around, not sure of which way to go, but ends up marching back toward the pub, with a concerned Hayley sprinting after him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Lloyd drops Becky off outside the court house. She asks how much she owes him, but he says this trip was on him. He tells her how grateful Steve is that she's let him off the hook and asks if she'll want him to pick her up afterwards. She says maybe in a few months... she'll call him when she gets a release date.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecOnZrW8JWR5mtQAh6VDNKe_3m4EmQmToayi-tMc1d0uhpEF00jzVe7rXpH1vwCOSuzU3vDiES8qW1jKkukvqP86j6_H3LvBgLL3hR7HAHsel_blXMHhWPL1LWvdbZVjpOKlBgwMfOpo/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970460435881954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkGyXU6EANx8XvIOfGpwp8Jm91g1oJvc9ss1P17AqYtUowyQeLYDtrr6jIkl2zyoe9GzYh2gCWHoewTz3Jo3ErnJ4rBmDQ-BCpztM9IhjRKYOD5zmzP0eJB_sLXcbob2HMxAanBBFQ8c/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970462924021490" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6p2IJVSpSxk10KgBu90AvyIjyHHRZt_m-FBOkUDQlNYwYzQ0xEgPDNj1O_EqlL-EJ7JseYKrzEKSvthMj5aFRC_Xp6UaD0FztVLKXDrhIuyqESYv3nGggy8GnscJKImfhC1NNYZHguU/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970221269942946" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve's taken over ladder duty, while Liz and Sean organize the food. Michelle's phoned to make sure Steve isn't forgetting anything. He glances at the clock.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Inside the court house, Becky and her lawyer go over a few last minute things. The vile Detective Hooch comes over and asks where “lover-boy” is. He brushes past her, laughing. Becky asks how much time she'd get for punching him in the face right now. Anything less than six months would be worth it. A court offical comes over. They're ready for her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihxykChhnZqAyspTj8GUTRAnKrdbgniOZgxK3x4R6XlDadCdn9cUVTPgkvXTl0ECleE5MXQsCSc95oJezyfmiImIc-niWz04Q6IOq1puMdVGQt9VjI1BrY3oirxqAhjvGTTWwaRCAZOA/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275969481575209170" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMI-KViU1lEl4w8-VOAMgD6BNegK06M3lfJSftRClNuJRBdU9q0K_wolDwFAPjW3d3pRp2zqyaUzxMVOyIUnfbTayEzJ6RZxoGMuiPlKvx3EQuUptFpveI0-briToiLXvBW-c8Kkn4T8/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275969123784436578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUaok076Im6jJu5nuFNMrjY_w6a3i4a25YxVUi8gxt8cQEVWbO9ofKNlsEayJsgclc2Uiz1NiDJ9nwvGGnjl5AySMj4-vJdzGtaeMks9F5IpDvDdLQP52MFrO1JISKcF3f-HFh6OzvG4/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275969126977293714" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The party's started and a few guests have arrived. Steve asks Tom if one of the guests is his cousin Kieren. Tom warns Steve that can't let cousin Kieren in! Barry would freak! But guess what, Tom doesn't remember what he looks like.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Liz runs over. They're half through the sandwiches already. Where's Ashley with those pies? She tells Steve to go check on it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve exits the pub just as Lloyd drives up. He asks him what time it is. Becky must be in court by now. He opens the cab door and tosses Lloyd out. He's going to court! He tells Lloyd to cover for him while he's gone, and tears out of there, Lloyd screaming after him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGe6MXBfDci21eeglNx8SfbV9Yyf48sMkWTOFgEl0j5cqk4louyM9K0cnCLs4W-LeiB-g7w05O5VvkKHk7sI3ZHLpjiN4dvf9ivZsoCISlgt_-gDSI3S8lwYndM-HBfL6ejkZwfRy-Tc/s200/34.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968781664028754" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkb7mpSEMq-rGo2HXZA1f4my1e2FuLFvj-Ngv9Eob-T4M-5DisKxhILSTIRGJCC-2DoQgZTcbfHhyVOPNwO6rU-srU5d669EDg2zNkeY-GiMjmFS9nkwwinY2fbFHh2kyoU6kBqSC5GL8/s200/35.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968534440163970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KEbW-dBoTUiDmFt58VGDPXFv2HRTsODDPbN8qFWikRyei2QmlNle2C5QwscE_tsWlzl6hQjskQcxxV7N_ysZfVibxh3vxZZcFyAt1XZnDqnU_sdO_2rt1R0j05VZM4K8S6rAk8gl9kY/s200/36.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968533584370850" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Gail and Joe have returned from their weekend holiday and stare blankly at an empty kitchen. EVERY fixture is gone, with everything that was in them neatly placed on the floor. Gail asks if he knows anything about this. How could he? He was with her all weekend. She goes to call her son, and suggests Joe call his daughter.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Over tea, Rita and Tina question Norris about what happened with the photo shoot. He's reluctant to say anything, but he did meet the mysterious Mary Taylor, and she was everything she expected and more. Much more.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Rita reckons he's smitten with her, but he says he has respect for a fellow “comper.” She's a very smart, attractive, witty, and vivacious young woman, and he's meeting her tonight in the Rover's.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMguv1WMwLRBwKGzq04aKskOIS8NsZKfFZOdIV7NrIiiy9qwjOLpXqKp1fNAgcpZogXogBevq9DMFLnYi7CBiMliUdrhDmENSncX1CU0aLbuJNI6T8c0w8ZoNeD2cBL9q5oH-TvyGmemo/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968196346400418" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZhplw_ZimdpCBUpBnvoNlIKXkcJhX9gqftJnwJznzLffwSvhzPSyVfvxkBkYArcqM_VhPzr0BUfY0n95e5ioDfsWCVTKvptEvzEW-kC6y6UWV3EYMaXf3uY1q2shEBEo2RqgW32yf9I/s200/38.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968201911952770" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrQACCpLd0rwndeOvMhC1PPChB9pKarIMUWIxocxjFOIK-KQr7NuwnHj0Vgj3vLgxz0jJh7LTHE9FfukQaZtGzQp7emAjT2zo1xD33g3vkEOWZIjQbf11_rTpahmbKRzGnymzG76b938/s200/39.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968071089741778" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0z7tjeimBUn6CNLOqfaA1Ax0EflLXx7SPKS8uT-9l_maaUkN5-KhafXYubjqgnW6tyLpWHJUMHufNWramP5hGzh2od1Y27PfFi16foHwzdrfzDpltkSvRJa4WMMfpwE3SqnD1vTY_9A/s200/40.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968070310389938" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve speeds up to the court house, and runs inside, bumping into two young men. He apologizes to them and grins. He says he's got to prevent a miscarriage of justice, and runs inside.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky is shocked to see him there. He worries he's too late and apologizes. He got there as fast as he could. He's meant to be picking up pies.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Luckily, Becky tells him they've adjourned her case til this afternoon. She smiles and asks if he's going to be her witness. Her lawyer says they'll need him at 2:00. He's not so sure. Michelle and her parents will be back by then. Becky reckons if he got there once, he can do it again.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He says he'll try... no, he'll do it. He'll be there. She jumps on him and hugs him tight. He's the bestest friend a girl could ever had. Steve leaves and her lawyer asks if she thinks he'll make it. “Well..." she says, "he's not exactly known for his reliability.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Michelle phones Liz to tell her they'll be at the pub in ten seconds. Liz assures her they're ready, and she quiets everyone down and they yell “Surprise!” as they enter. Helen and Barry are shocked and so so happy. Michelle tells them she and Steve thought they deserved something special on their special day. Helen gives Ryan a hug, and Barry's in awe of how Michelle did all this. She tells him it was mostly Steve, and she looks around for him. Liz says he's fetching the pies.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUYmABCuAxOJ_lGIgidk2gCvYbBmt89jTe-jjjbf7e8Mw_iCrhYCHQFASr1xtSmRc-7vdLzg5kaDFk3B0xnfS-cFdM4CQWrGvbBjivwFj5T5moRo7eW2ECJWPNK54TjwaNxFdAI3LOl0/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967905592413506" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwVHvhYxoU1GTFmLYPsZTfSsTmJPQBnB0-KPdt8qH0cmPtRcpPWU7G1jgYg2J_5gyM13jL3VVijbHkgXoNNB1dVmZDbAZYDQR1Z8lRlJZ8PQepCg_aaB0J5u4fv6U0JiTY2E_Nvbunvg/s200/42.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967912309189218" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gFRfnICweKgQoTl8172qSHuCgIi4US3uum35olIRW_Uq-E5jAVkYS4mSeEhZO9-ZFhgQSIjsxscySbVxivahTXjBubb6SHId5vTrtDJBHpnAVpDUx20wsM1kl85KTqhZQuoJxhal1QA/s200/43.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967774970306786" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tina returns home to see what the big emergency is, and notices the kitchen is missing. David swears he knows nothing about it, but Tina wants him to fess up. Joe asks him if it's the Windasses. David says it must be.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tina admits that they ripped out the Windass' kitchen... and set fire to it. Gail's confused, and Joe is pissed. He says Gail was right the first time. This is all his fault.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He explains to Gail the whole story, and she wants to call the police. He tells her the last thing he wants is to get a reputation for getting into trouble with his clients. He promises he'll sort things out with the Windasses and he'll build her a new kitchen, much better than the last one. He tells David to come with him. Gail hates being the last one to know what's going on in her own family.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Michelle asks Liz if she's seen any sign of Steve, but just then Graeme and Ashley enter with the pies. Michelle beings to worry. Where's Steve? He comes in right behind Ashley, all out of breath, and tries to cover his ass by telling them to get them in the oven sooner next time. Ashley gives him a confused look.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Michelle pulls Steve over and asks him where he's been. She knows he was sorting out the pies, but he missed the big surprise. He apologizes and says he thinks Ashley's having a bit of trouble with the new lad.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He asks how the surprise went, but before she can tell him, he says he's got to sneak off. There's a really important airport run, and they've insisted HE drive them. She tells him he's already missed the start of the party, and he's going nowhere. His mobile rings, and she takes it from him. It's only an airport run. He can send someone else. Family comes first. He tries to get his phone back, but she says she'll keep it. He doesn't need it. She orders him to mingle and at least act like he's enjoying himself.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasxITr6wg2MOZk-HIP2Zn8LQ8gFnQi01YL4K30D3ZiZpR5iwiS_ex9adSWOcnbD0-DFp1s4FqrdL3bbiEWI7lQ0QhMbuvAj5MZMAWP4aEqV_jEuS1P2GQ05jCdcWurWjq1u4miu22iL4/s200/44.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967618048009010" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRoeR3a6vRiqKPiKmRmFPJETPem-_AEbIsfAI23rENGk08dplCZz9BaA0BizUs5tbhB9SoYx3KOOnKfW238-iPjfNUYLeudqw9vbPKnKvNyVBo4X-vz1IrbU1Ht_7U6tm58eVf-PndW0/s200/45.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967624124537474" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYfNi_qXI77tFso5HuyZyHAfS2xptRCFtfs32Q2Xma0bnauKFd0NsPbCAL0L_c_06VcRGguG_eYAIj_fxoW33cPny9zhyV20F-jwZBDy_Lszhsb4CIweA3kIlEp0C_Y5ODsEvDifuEWM/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967623065789314" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2U4Izgpbqzt0Wklfu7UgDZqY7gaEyS-MubZsRsNHGWggatuZEn60_n_tEQ_6YY5QRHpe2upTHU1OxYQUF8ngJ0yKXfC_G4eJCV8qv5bjX3iTE-dLBEJcX7SrfFDCGwYU0das-T59mXes/s200/47.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967461262216514" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">At the court house, Becky tries Steve again, but there's no answer. The court official tells her they're ready for her... for real this time.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve runs out the back of the pub to try to think. He finds Graeme there, and tells him he needs him to do him a favor. Graeme says he's delivered the pies. His work here is done.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve wants him to punch him in the face. Not too hard. Maybe on the nose. Graeme assures him he's not a man of violence. Steve tells him he'll give him 30 quid, and Graeme's on his feet in a flash, rolling up his sleeves. Steve closes his eyes, but Graeme backs out. He can't do it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Your pies taste like dishwater.” Graeme WAILS on his face with his fist, and Steve goes flying right through the smoking shelter, shattering in. Will blood gushing out of his nose, Steve thanks him for his fine work. Graeme helps him up, and makes sure the thing about the pies was just to wind him up.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4niI0ar2J_6Bg1lTzXko_gWgQKqddtDm5hhJIBKCR6SYmaAJe3TMEIXAaQn4L1ZhaStYLavHbAHXgXESSvhcwOvQ4yjT9FXOGNy4LVCIQjH-IzgvrHeUBgckIVpqeCz_D2riPLNb8S8/s200/48.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967212435039314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOpKxYDxKt6-6B1C8OvQDk-wVmLk7RWpCOrxc_fzCweHgACPCcH0lelw6YzdWsq9wka7IdzXK-zEeWOum_acYbNCEHhCAXzR7u_47gZhpdYS_yTYL9jJmHCrePWGQ-lei17rmVVFOuop4/s200/49.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967210157331042" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEito7R2RsFix_yEhosaWN4wma13xcuwe6athGe_soU-IWgLhBV1B8Dst3Zv9JXJ5NC8h44pgAo7DGtlwxUcHCSCe6r23Di85fP1zjE8YGKhnhO6cZwY2pnaizV6U8agx7_ZaTIeX6FQqls/s200/50.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967215566784146" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCNQuYqU2izFyG_hwMIpsxthhTF4TM2c5Z3gw_Tzjx4LK3QavlQsjoMqUvSXtziC-X1310ramt1V2z13WpyZ5Mpczt6VqDpzb91trSv_oi0Xdnzl8Cf-WZRUjozqtujus8MTWFuIbXCA/s200/51.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967049255416722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUaPLOoSyv_81xWgf6xLWshWQ9B1wW15507-YtkWm8hpjQ3Lo22f5HRlDR3ujCGhnAvhT5OwXpFd9iG389kp51_WPknzdykaVSHcoQFOfCRoEm67uvM1Ymj1DpvneMKmeHLQrXgO8csc/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967053247071010" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">They hear Michelle and Barry coming around back, and Steve starts to put on a show. He says he was mugged! He saw some kids back here, and when he went after them, they thumped him and ran off. Barry asks if he got a good look at their faces, but Steve says it all happened so fast.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He should probably get to the hospital, and Michelle asks Graeme if he can take him. Graeme agrees, but says he wishes he could have done more. Barry tells Michelle they should call the police, but Steve says they're probably long gone by now. He promises he won't be long.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley returns to the diner and tells Roy things went great at the youth center, and she's got an interview for the job. She asks if Becky's phoned, and Roy tells her the case was adjourned this morning, but should be going ahead right about now.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgo5X6sCp2tHvTXtB2dsx49CxnvR7CdBsxVa2N0BUnZgDGQ89yd10lrqY9bcQB4R8SnD0smFwfyUA0un39GAClrTRKTXlr_VxXFm3D259oM37hkHByiJ-0ulKdj844lqRYAP00rBtUDc/s200/53.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966864826716002" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefv5Qcw8AFxTShMqoxFv78MccTEW9cLCJNAyd7zvSWlv7udCn2-J3sMPH54hrIOaBqSHdNt3NhONdPGopufpim1k9QSFJC931nBBOxFU5NCKnTcHO2sNT98Ooef2W_xzp5iGiPVzl7ao/s200/54.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966710926433314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpVpYkZcAH6LPt-Y7srBh4j5gZf_P5NYeAkp1oWuvCIayntVDwxmyTtri49t7_E_PMLUowUENRPwaAWcPXcSqUncL1gpirprTq8s0dIlPNcSgfiazKRX9WRXVCxTES4WGhF9OIWwe8fg/s200/55.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966710153806546" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLlHK0vWf7flOBwIR_TNhmj_otUZ2A1ziL_aBWXIaA1W2ZzZQJbDLnEy_GAaRQ-WVREfvi-PjCyjkw4sAUkVLcnb46U3HJbDNqYUtBiymu4O9ftqghGz0jKxrpjA-9csUarmTlux3nzQ/s200/56.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966711699265762" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky's in court, looking VERY nervous. The judge asks for any witnesses to come forward. A court official pokes his head outside the courtroom and calls Steve's name repeatedly, but returns when there's no answer. “Well,” says the judge, “that may speed things up a little.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky shuts her eyes, just in time to miss Steve burst through the doors and move to the front of the court. He apologizes for being late. Hearing his voice, Becky opens her eyes, and gasps. She laughs with glee, and as Steve enters the witness box, she jumps up and down, blowing kisses in his direction.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe and David knocks on the door at the Windass' place, but they're gone. No, I mean they're GONE. There's no furniture. The house is empty.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggta6h2OWgcn8-lgMeV-ZckLmMSQP8yoCGFAI0wlajugB9Fe4TVDsFmFJ8mWCEtghk46BjEkBzVoupgaPARCxv5K4YoPjRAK-U7Gev5tSjY1cjNB_2FjPdOok7rS6JTBsLjQ_eSF13QBQ/s200/57.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966576745704338" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1AB6mh_FjoZJ_-rG0jndEmHiojIn6IzTFo_nx-TBc8w1wPU0w8UKT7TJMxduT623Xt2RwpgMsJjsihvNjWKrEfN8Jt56mA45v4JgMtLXWUcuyBoHzQ8JCeeRAZ80tyki8o9vAJanmdg/s200/58.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966431648862802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-xhuIygSwQr5-yzNSItQIunaehVib-39_JymG_XVJOn3d2w9CuGOWGz0OSRcD2Ajc8w1LNh5LWKUVlzoZN_fuWyNHuaM1E4sBNJ_gDpqSdf4nPwm94LZkIWnwC8fPV-c_eCnu-C9nWw/s200/59.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966432344974834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAQbkZjG7s-Y14n7YEUrPT9qEuG-RqfEIIw_jTAPDHwQel9Fa18uxHJpb0KqOb2iO77p4kct2kez_9kL5uimn01uNX7YrJ__6xfZlLCjJhil1yxlFC3aiOO4UfEu8lkHVzUV4zp_P3NM/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966437009827442" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve swears to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. The judge sees his nose still gushing blood and asks if he's alright. He tells her he was mugged, and she motions for Becky's lawyer to proceed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He asks Steve to verify his name, that he owns the Rover's Return Public House on Coronation Street, and that he employs Becky Granger there. He asks Steve to tell them a little about his relationship with Becky.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Before Steve can utter a word, Blanche makes a scene of entering the courtroom and takes a seat. She grins and waves at Becky, then loudly asks if she's missed anything. Becky looks terrified.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The lawyer again asks Steve what his relationship is with Ms. Granger. Steve mumbles that they've been having an affair.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Blanche jaw drops.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve confirms that Michelle knows nothing about this. He asks Steve where he was on the night Becky allegedly went on a drunken rampage. He says he was in a flat that he owns, and that Becky was with him all night.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky smiles. Steve again confirms he was with her from about 8:30 onward, and that they spent the rest of the night there, together. They have to grab their opportunities when they can.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The lawyer asks Steve to tell the court how long this affair has been going on. Steve looks to Becky and she holds up one finger. “About a year,” he says, and Blanche shakes her head. Steve looks right at Becky and says that it was an unexpected surprise. It's not been easy. She can be hard work... difficult... unpredictable. But she's special... really special. The lawyer thanks Steve for his time.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNE3QcIpQdqzvijMn1V1wvqfvAah4ZU6YT7PjnWptR4-haIrgzMRU8e3lsN01-6tBnDcphTNsZyxc0ey2slTpSBU_Avlodl6cnwMEsoIoObr7mr17uQR-t9TOGZ4OGx0q-Nj-P4kGK45g/s200/61.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966240590798306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGMOl27Dx3sZMQaWNM6rSDOTEnWTI1cDWdv9G5cBCTJGtkY605p-Ff-59Np5obyZ8nDktAARRyt8iCwpK7dPWjTqyV8p1wcBLdKmlxF2bHPJ1PPlwBrlcN9uw67K4wRCv8TiOociRBpU/s200/62.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966243748727666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5o3YwhdExRHlsCHvlt4lSviAhLWqdXPyYo9D_MGlWqsbvK_OyvoWQf7FpiOCOKse3s28Y_VxS_WNYn9S2aXMBGbA5vyjcIHoX1NbHcuKXONeKUDcksrcE79JP8tnflHyBA4D5LjDJIE8/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966243520210642" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfVIcVF-MnwVSo8UqvAB6muhScr-z1lK3sIAXil-6Wo5jNhSROFCL_g_nP_jbzwRkVdJbIvV0s7xfBC8WKpxzC4yD7xFD1SseGqWTnnQC2kRY3WDKs_6LhAuJI_AzlBDwBdYlk7DREMk/s200/64.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966071272496690" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKTN9s12Vq29KFFoi4qt-jPoJGCjQ6v9mLwajB2y8PYOdJrySil9LCWn3v1AYDZod8HaJdGboEYSQP2PpXvmUTLwPk-ORMHxLsc_U8wuGULaVgusMpzHO3UPem8nVcV9xqamW1Yobiug/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966072671242194" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Night has fallen, and Steve and Blanche stand outside the courtroom. Blanche is really letting him have it. It's bad enough that he can't keep his trousers on, but that poor girl back at home, she's lost both her brothers.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve interrupts her and tells her it was all lies. She's shocked that he would lie under oath. He says he was just helping a mate. Blanche is disgusted. He's the father of her great-grandchild. He says that after all Michelle's been through, he didn't want her finding out he was helping Becky like this. Blanche thinks he was just helping himself. He tells her again that they're not having an affair. She says that he was very convincing.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He asks her to not say anything to Michelle. Blanche pauses to think, and he swears on his daughter's life that he's not having an affair. She's appalled that he would bring an innocent child into this. Steve says it's over, it's finished, and Blanche says she'll think about it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky hurtles down the staircase in front of them and leaps into Steve's arms. She's a free woman! She wraps her legs around him and kisses his cheek and thanks him REPEATEDLY.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">All lies, you say?” asks Blanche. Becky assures her there's nothing going on. Steve's just been helping her out. “Well at least you've got your stories straight.” She tells him again that she'll think about it, and suggests they do the same.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4xI-7xwX-wad-92KbF5n2Z0Y9-aCIdSaTUYnqUNhI8-oHcyKI_PQK3yXkrkqNfFSQySCv7SwLNOhJ4ooiQmd9EORC1PHupe_VjlgvsWtSU9J_BNU4JHYPQIjmBMwwj7k4shknB7bjVQ/s200/66.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965856206841314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnton50aCh1OSts4uegRtL-HbeTGhTg9t4p3u5ZeUSztB_0XI5BpcnCWoT4vXA-2zhueVuZz0wXUYwFvNEEBXvAfdyCm4IXDLOV5l6x0PxQD8LL2D1iVXQhoToXnPUsiMnp-ahVT3uJ2M/s200/67.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965857114358930" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLT96iMqUJjWhGpkhyvfex4bspyzAjk82O4Yv81MEbwNmyvz9N-qUeLxCjiksiKEzDISB_ly4H4Os-QmxFm9xINdo880hHdrfOLy9XSgZfhfLxfBh8ProQsB_wq31EFy9ENVwYNBG3p8/s200/68.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965666842638866" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9sPJjB-C2KDNv1O9rd7lJVcpiayxhGx4D53uRnmSN05t02l5tK12fKPt7eVrbcCA1u5B9ZILDWvexrZeNYyTatbtDFRX-X3uecRDLHvu15bY-URFsqFucg298XfGiDYIgJWKwoLrPww/s200/69.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965671793450210" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Blanche hobbles off, and Becky asks Steve if she's going to get him into trouble. He doesn't think so. Becky's overjoyed about the whole thing. She's so grateful. She tells him that when he was on the stand, all the stuff he was saying... he damn near had her in tears.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve tries to tell her something, but Detective Hooch comes down the stairs and Becky calls out to him, “Better luck next time! Loser! Looooser!” Hooch doesn't say a word, and glares at her and then walks away.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">While Becky's still yelling after him, Steve grabs her and lays QUITE a kiss on her. Her arms go limp at her sides, and when he lets her go, she looks a bit shaken, but smiles.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She tells him that was nice... but they really don't have to pretend anymore.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“That's good,” he says, “but I'm not pretending.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He kisses her again, this time more tenderly, and she gets into it too.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhic21WoLeKMet0oFfBOuEcGvKD6w68yqTd9VtriGzT_xWgfOMAcH0AzH2jcFHK0XNxNh99KFW08loIxvbZfmMeEqpzI7l0Rxn0GGs-FPniNGJHsNM165js1GC2neaa8XiANJG_fh-qzHc/s200/70.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965509913962962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekOUKWEJT27WDcg4k3YyMgBH8xLyp7xpYFMfeS57Y2Uzjl4PJ8ZzuAH457ysaZ7B0jNys5SX7PVh12P3Dz0_P9BpTX-R4mSrGDQgwD1JTSTYUwqfWuAyGiO-oJw0I34XwOsj9Xvb-mrA/s200/71.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965515578753138" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8OcUrDAuL2adNBgTWrzIEooZeUWUW2WAXd5JpghjGTazzsa4zWECrP_di1nfWQeD1N4zvOe3V5praeIhbsxWXff-lhVscwVvX4IjHnIBlQ2cIm7wZfk9rKEsVOXR8Gat-ge6qmvLgVc/s200/72.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965414447141170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiIsNdiOAoBu-9D99wa5CgMezzoFIcIDRLmeB14Ee4n1KvboE4oYcLzJYIu9Y-MPK6OZ6adjrZhfcUiTxKnzLWyQkcDE9jkQ5pt0RmpG67f_ro-C7tlUQbv6USMOgP7AxaWtm7mQjO8M/s200/73.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965419632104418" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaQJW_I7CzZfH8xB6LhRK7RNaf8lVQdB-Zvb4eiEqilE5JjDMaAxEekEazct0uMxc5OF4T2wJEvXyyjsFjaMgfraiW2OVCJgmj4rqE0bY7lwwrCV_aMOVQ9Ng5Y8MRyzJZCMYwcSb0yB4/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965259396813826" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe tells Gail and Tina that everything in the Windass' house is gone, and he has no idea where. Gail still thinks they should have called the police. Joe says they'd be in as much trouble as them if they did call. They didn't end up making any money off the deal, but at least it's all over with. David's done a couple of quotes while they were away, and if those pan out he can make enough money to replace all of his tools, and thankfully no one got hurt.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David can't believe they're going to let them get away with it, but admits he doesn't want to call the cops either. Gail doesn't like being left out of the loop, but knows a way Joe can make it up to her. He looks at her cheekily, but she tells him to get his brochures out. She's going to plan her new kitchen.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The door of a hotel room bursts open and Becky pulls Steve in. He starts to undress her without taking his lips off hers.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She pushes him down on the bed and climbs on top of him and continues to kiss him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She sits up, out of breath, and looks around. Steve asks her what's wrong... She says that she usually doesn't do this sober... ever. She smiles at him and says that for him, she'll make an exception for him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYcoveqaExqawWqLkN6oseHIv7MmOTOiCZ2JEbAQMiTM1n7wMKGkdQ8kBr6zyeSC7ZGItmP90MYdqElZfheZ-R0HX2rROaT0ASMW651cyugAzMGMMuieweIctk4XU4rAKdnGAR8KyJQE/s200/75.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965094564686098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGmfp73ji9vllNtC5I3z9B9zkvgRyeuls_b6srAio6iJiKQy1WzbZ1ugUUMUhVtult3ZogbjWBpRvbT22P2aYyjp1EFj36j21lny7VYG_48UxEQQmcvvawTET_IelI3RuXr74b7bpxig/s200/76.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965091066487170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6h_O5kn7mZ83GoUUmUCdbkkKB38koT-QNTJ41Yj1524qlCg-zCxLCiEjEtYkiKqAFuQbeBreeYthBfubb4HQCWkaAzg33nfPCNp0277s0c-766OAtUxJo2g3E3b2B5BvCK7HS07AxAc/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275965098520370978" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWs4TT4DtWQGAqzQ1FyUj1-PNKqUyFj13Byrdv8DT9qNOyZpGktrxMJVRPd8d63wxStq1voX9yQqetc0KK_PXLxOvAolurCP2NBIbaFI0AfmAp5rxUoysaxK7zNNDUq0cx4PHjA4Mfqyk/s200/78.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964907121997666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo8liJpqE4P5xRuQWKx3VAvMEK11bOs09HpLP4-XkRtUIgIeIaRtjsrUFHg0lAdT1vTPSzeiYUen4Mb6OAPZQK6TWZi1ZpBsAWnGAW1s7PfZSa8BFqUFmVYGpJdJ7m5zyO0paso6PM3g/s200/79.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964916996691842" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">In the Rover's, Jed asks Norris what this Mary girl is like. He says she's bright and witty and charming. Jed's surprised that she's a looker and interested in Norris. He says she appreciates his wit. Rita notices she's late, but Norris thinks fashionably so. She asks him if he's sure she exists.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Helen and Barry thank Michelle for a fantastic day. It must have taken her hours of planning. Michelle says it was worth it just to see the looks on their faces as they came through the door.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Barry asks if Steve's alright, but she's not sure. He's been a bit strange all day. Helen's barely seen him. Barry asks if they're still on for dinner tonight. Michelle smiles and says the restaurant's booked.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8xoz1M9Ic9b2GFab3Q3k6Wd3643ulDMC410AB6uPnGeY89VHaJ7HER6_aAjRA0gN3JOf99PPA3SbuU9udA633wYkP5Pd3hWbMU21J5jMlppUfgaFz12lJUZy9zEGxLL8M6QeIaAFw4M/s200/80.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964757853474754" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbE7XcpD11cs4MtYrZ0njyEaS4cUD2xd_ndU6nPZEBLO-dAEnaAsFFCkARa0ItqHJvyE18UMEiUSzgodNiUOtT_4nUrYgN3Ub_h82_onJwIobyorltgAFcKfZtmKbIrGcRlgH3PEDcWIc/s200/81.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964762362429266" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI7HibIOx8X90na16gRa4M3ECMr6FNFC9hWk190fFYGM1UasziaaDKBohc9NrqM8Y25FrQhaL5diwpLHT7JRI85oRQiRWqpTSn1jD3gJWqL5qI5ed11TUOAOIuvX8Q95f_AE_tQuyddg/s200/82.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964593721116466" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4gp_wrJIkFEtmx_LKcuHATEDr2S65cZZuS0zqHi1Q8wp-1NNI5b-colvPPTgC8vOo81KAZ0_75-eVVIFGr51jqyicL3t9q1AhcMP5wTCghitbDYugUMpPQzY3Tfao7lKMuCCYKEX7iA/s200/83.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964606902135522" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9jzyzXicCmlviaKLcgsJtFkv2nXtNtj7MFm728gNrb1oeltq7udl1G2-jPFPCIh2g0hwCcfBZoKnPPsIar8w0kS7JzNr3eUvLiQvJvekBSRZPA9qJVAo8we5lACOtO37bToBDwlLmiw/s200/84.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964488789751474" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSO-9-90LiLtSgEuX5_Xi662wjYF7b5hfGBYmBcyHzrgVjmRTqdA3PTwfRUNSB-28KWvClwjDSvELE07eyoc50JSoIZuBqXL0Dtec_8HWVDbymzWB496ZPMhOGdgefF8HuHi9SMs6s-w/s200/85.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964492401831282" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve and Becky relax in bed in each other's arms. She tells him this has been the best day of her life. She knows she should feel bad because she just got away with theft, criminal damage, and assault, but she's paid for plenty of stuff she never did. This is the first time she's come out on top, and it feels good!</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Listen,” Steve starts to say, “...you know what I said about you in court...?” Becky interrupts him and tells him it was brilliant. She promises him she'll never cause him any trouble every again. He tries to talk again, but she puts her finger to his lips and tells him he's a very special bloke, and no one will ever know about any of this. They can torture her and she'll never tell. She knows the score. She goes back to her life, and he goes back to his.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He sighs and gives up trying to talk to her. “Didn't you run out on a party to be here? Time you went back to the real world, Stevie-boy.” She kisses him.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony comes home from work to find Carla making dinner. She's got candles set up all over the dining room and the lights are low. Tony thinks they might have sold two flats today, and she pours him a celebratory drink. He looks a bit worried. He tells her he never knows what's going on in her head, and she says that's because she's a woman of mystery.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihccbTcpd7l9dtlZNU00gj_4wlc1Wt0cofnGnrWNhrc_Ny13wuwKswbg-2OLPPyjMm1-1sLFlYi-0usY88n8C9HwggpEyCGqX7U2_KggrMf1Y_iqV90nIE-ItJIer-YW3vpYjhpr0IDc/s200/86.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964329489606930" /><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7RClnJdsI2WD4kzE6c1muNX-JSmY5AKQDk6jC8923pmP_WWogwmMzs_rfhiMiKHX2vkgP7IUb2eQzew4_DxHuw7nxmMq3lQhifkHHgmT-Edoi3-b6Vh2w7_qbf8fSbYamCwrWucvhEk/s200/88.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964176046660642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigceQcTID82dxHIjO8RvIi4biwIHGqsMDuIWuIeCehF9X-LSygvmGj-eNcuadQXmnemJtF7dED2whxHjDURHMy4XENwfIEgxUATIQPxaQ_2DNYNWlqw5e2iRePb33DdQrUCvbpsY08zC4/s200/89.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964178239797074" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Jed tells Norris not to feel bad. He's been stood up loads of times... well he hasn't really. He's just trying to make him feel better. Norris tells him he doesn't need his sympathy. Rita reckons Mary Taylor may not even be her real name.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris sees a woman enter with her back turned to the bar. She turns around and Jed introduces Mary to the two of them, who sit with their mouths open.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Liz sees Steve enter and tells him they've been worried about him. Michelle comes in all dressed for dinner. Steve tells them the doctors checked him out and he's going to be fine. She says her mum and dad are going to meet them at the restaurant, so he's got about ten minutes to get ready. He goes to get changed.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqthP_dnbV2-aEK7lV2648Ltjr_GFj5-pjz8ml9E0TG13CuRlWOO2mEPrXgxBLnIW-FulzhlHXoSFEyZhsR6u-_6gr_lX4sbwu7nWm_2IoqN-mQTlphfWFIJc4mf2bVVgUAG9dSwtDLE/s200/90.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964036121235106" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtVG4ORlUQgEkDz-jsqsBNn3KKYZOhxoxhMWodvPnPc0P4nWr8iIoNSvNqSjw2dJBuYKX-WTwlfiDR3QOdlUxEWCA8GVYk3Q9wNz9atHsZKhophCtMJ_EAc-nIqRwBQTjc49WMgWnXKc/s200/91.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964046813827618" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCjQhTBhJ0mMmEtsw4XsAQWxISQU9kA5TJmY6Z_nlU20bOYyVjX1-PvvMuko1MrVt7WbHhsS5p2YAu3e6bi9wlGQpoXvJRPEgRX3TeO3LcpRJKc99snaXZC0hxbu-RQKCMWjaI7Nn2RE/s200/92.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963880724137746" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu7R5dPPFMTvhxok5Cmv66qNYRHLeSJ3D73BsIZNLVIjE-0J5tUORMgLkZbRdhg3Brir0RSpyyNnSIKUsnuwsHQQEGDfQewlXXajxxiyfp5hgI7wNhggqHHgJ-mY6zAeGMw7XaWIe4Fg/s200/93.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963886055441234" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley tells Roy she could hardly concentrate at the youth center. All she could think about was Becky. Shouldn't she have called by now? Roy reckons maybe they won't let her call. Hayley feels like she's let her down. Maybe things would have been different if she'd been here. Roy says they should be proud that she's taken responsibility for her actions. It's a change for the better. Hayley's bummed that her life is about to shoot off in this great new direction and Becky's is going right back where it started.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky stomps up the stairs and dances around the room, jumping up on the sofa. She gives Hayley a big hug, but Roy eats his dinner, looking a bit apprehensive.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">As they finish up dinner, Tony tells Carla that things will still be difficult, but if these apartment sales go through, it could go a long way to help them financially.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Speaking of good news, Carla has some for Tony. She tells him to stay right where he is and she goes to fetch something out of her purse. She kneels in front of him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony Gordon...” She pulls out a small box. “Will you marry me?” He opens the box to find... an elastic band. She was trying to be spontaneous. “Well, will ya?” she asks. He puts the band on his finger, and says he will. He pulls her in for a kiss.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlsfSq-m5TIWCFlhiTg0qtdF77BBK15RiarBCFRuqls-1UotZIDsYN0-xs1W5F1PntEvIQqfi9s6LkxpxyXZo_CsNIbEhpN8TQNRkX1_mf15c1IILEf-ixd45nirJMEt_VdUpW1hTV-s/s200/94.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963653128888562" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXCwtO5dSOmIMLn1VH2Kgk_LVKEqGoCoSSuvZFTrwSPG_Ei5HCtbyMYm5plyAAwap_3Yn5eCT04rkNH_DqIhaTlEKMGyioNAexuSUUWPi8o7OSMJH0WwHUBew8iFFqooPLC0GKmFJPpg/s200/95.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963652123024882" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMU5PSW7iNjFwPvbQEX3c6aAmWe7WF3NLZJCIZtinMOVuzGhyphenhyphenHPWtr7GcI24gP7Y7VM7SpJVIPQJCB0vTPVZ0gEUmdvwDjFCKRG7-ZcKSuq-9LgmnL5uce6zkrCwA4BNUawTprlxqKLI8/s200/96.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963657262276706" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvimB8ctZGxhvfo5NZiwYM_qymYfs8-uYPtlSyoyNXnzPSVYavsGpem4clUMwH3NYjwdK_p_Gl7QdXtUftwDgNH_LNZIrH3WPtROujS2s9eYgRCoUO3LDLjpMOY7Xw1ujabn2HrZpSdGs/s200/97.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963047465178402" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEI3I6JO97BPkLpSo7eErmrhTnDLLaYOsAO1DjXh6WvMbC0U4lb4-O3ga6yGAPEGJgcvE_s-0NVywA98Y_7WQmVAyIp_V_vfexHbd7h78P_dIm4N_xON8xIQo2uf3ReaQuxr3Xqu4WKiE/s200/98.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275963048719346930" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoNcRRYOhDFpKKCweQx_KcDdE6aB8r4Nr6ffLZY490F4h6Bx_x7prJmJxmMRkgDF238ZNzsWqrs3G8KM61R6wf3TNjUmbYNfdQNsMKD2rPZX6oPWlmg2LpMZw1e0i_SocukuR31BSvNQ/s200/99.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962910091872098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkFyMijjrNLn7BqAD8AnJD-C9nmx1GSKYFDDs16ig9exriY433aRilrM_1TQgjgn49yOsZxFmPI381PzOORnPzkZsSUE-070c8pCVAhgUOqblZZpiO0hVwXub-GazKGXFLem9H6FrWls/s200/100.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962910704295810" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Her good news is that she's booked them the most fantastic boutique hotel... so they can get married next week. Hearing this almost brings him to tears. She apologizes for being a “rubbish fiancée,” but she knows what she wants now, and she wants this... this rugged Scotsman.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tears streaming down her cheeks, she asks him if he's okay, and he hugs her. He thought he'd lost her forever, and she apologizes. She just needed to get her head sorted. He asks her if she's sure about this, and she is.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He says this makes it all worthwhile. Everything he's done, all the struggles. It was all for this. They kiss.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris is thrilled. Mary's asked him to come with her to meet Cliff Richard. Her mum's not up to it, and she wouldn't want to go on her own.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoe_ieW_-77CYUPB-VUo8gKzjaVNs7lB2939AXQR4nM6ft1-6rheKzewOW1UkjVfXzlHu-PB24pO3hPPNzI6yERulLgkBAEDGqv_u-L787MwVKOXJq_YegQ49D2B_QHF-7y_wJbI1NzBs/s200/101.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962394842758626" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibP9Tf93n9ptkJ5xMz1KqXlQp08e9-pefh4dPznMLbPAWLorHvLOnbULoUjPgL-_qdXNfjCXhdnAECDcJiVbuoxil1_qqTFA98K-Xp16UinyPdabu6xXsJbCc_PgVDR4d6v65IQp1ef-4/s200/102.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961751339366066" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAEAGdVERfEqK4XOSGu1blcddVCR-TpuxEnqOjuoqB9P7TA_GzfTmnLqHZpGxqKepC_KoZM_ajyCxdRLALSwltt3KyaYZGDzGtzlrlRBG4NOnEbg6syijo57Oh9zUGcYGJStUAnY_qXbc/s200/103.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961753520834018" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve comes downstairs dressed for dinner, and Michelle whistles at him. She says she'll be ready in two minutes.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve looks at the bar... and sees Liz serving Blanche a drink. She's nearly got her glass filled when Blanche interrupts her. She wants Steve to serve her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve takes a look at the three drinks she's ordered. That's five pounds twenty. She grins at him. “Take a close look at who you're talking to, and try that again.” He tells her it's on the house... and that this is blackmail. She grins wider. “Sue me.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky enters with Roy and Hayley and tells them both to go sit down. Drinks are on her. Steve smiles as soon as he sees her. She orders three drinks and apologizes for not being able to stop smiling.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She whispers to him that she'll never forget what he's done for her today, never, “...and if ever you get fed up with that Michelle, you know where I am.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIWOQI0TWG5o9LTOEHhUoUIs5FMO1bb1IlthGPyi2_FCqei9d8TQlPlhTk42KNctzCVMsGQgGHiUfheCrSMST772YZfOwIbhyphenhyphenjE2n2EpeIlXVKZg3QHGbPYtCSwdw96oqdGaUYvnq1eU/s200/104.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961592857935650" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7A895JhNVY1E2WOqezrkXHw-orWuoHGOg70tpVKLSGDa2sjuRQQw-l3KOOsvLLYYizTcz09dIvF0L8GVsuSnQDr1IQiFa9gr9kmmVQX35niuLnzQTNMYo_uWd9rHAOzT31pSbiwhmh4/s200/105.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961591886820466" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24iZPMarh7PdCE-JQ1Vflbz1fmQ0V0EH-XPfKzKDzf-vB3Pw0s21iiyJuSSul5lG2SmRCa74-MAFiIqJL2zIJC5Q-46XjoXnS7Ie3WFdnoYJua0u3Ppz8TVCFnG0uTbLPtSRfqV5g8L8/s200/106.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961234987280946" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5JzjFbsJYfbuTI-vXGeGLpfR54MLRDNWSk2VUg1RJY2s9Of7sKHGfvYF4HTgHmcjjW5PwYfRopgrihGWtT497YM7lMJn0puYG6qYECdAsNUpzQS_8rL19SFABKNS-hIwVtaB9_6klyY/s200/107.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275961302482546082" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Michelle comes back downstairs, and tells Steve they better be off, and that he should cheer up. It's a celebration.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky tells Michelle it's looks like both of them are celebrating tonight. Steve smiles at her as he leaves, and she smiles back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-40046359383782386902008-12-01T01:02:00.037-05:002008-12-01T02:32:39.542-05:0024th November, 2008<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky asks Roy if he's okay with the fact that Hayley's going back to Africa. He corrects her and says that she's changed her mind and is in fact staying home.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle enters the diner and tells Becky that they're throwing a bit of a celebration for her parents' wedding anniversary. It's on Wednesday, sort of an all day kind of thing. She asks if Becky might be able to watch over the bar while it's going on. Becky says Wednesday might be a bit tricky. She tells Michelle that she'll look into it and get back to her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhps-F-yMfRQamPIgCIKjXeGVKaIhcsHl-v0-mJgfY_98hD1RcdkhFCyS_69mr2hTtzn5vmTsQH8lnpeBETRo-N0abVITDfLsoDLllVR0DV_m5c2QNJuhxHQwquih3ZCYXcMwu_uPtR5rA/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709028235602594" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfFhgZK00_RlBg9fWq4aaqjawShboTRufr-G-3hmeX8k4Vlqbwl_CuAiPe7USPZyHHIqZu2CJgIRmGPzMtvyzXVlgBIEmeSnfmRfZPFUgQJkCdqSXdQdokoohRd1euBU358ZWPTBfahE/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709039568959666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuCvvjpvyBc1n-0j4UkiT3hwVDwxQnsBSesLcGg3B20S5pHbG7awdbQGHJHCcnU9alUOsTYnG4qrbsqROJAeJhdbdSQaG31R_zIVO6K8L7suTtqQDPqle7c2_9eDoxesTChDMiIRTlRE/s200/03.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709041334470866" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZUYI2u9IllzwBlJK6ms4-nLpud4_lQ5VZjUuQ4Ch8euJpPBWaSrYfXwoazJYf7ZRxARqtY-aqi8-M1ggvXQXIfXDBIFB9BC6X6QvtGvLHn83vUoPi0if5c6O1v7OynyIZcec3dz1jjs/s200/04.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708875402505714" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Graeme's very very early for his first day of work. Ashley finds him sitting on the step outside the butcher shop waiting for him, and they go inside. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky steps outside and calls Steve. She asks if he's free to talk. Liz is in the room, so he says he isn't.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She tells him Michelle's just been in telling her about some big party they're having on Wednesday, just when she'll be sitting in court waiting for Steve to come in and get her off. She asks if he's going to be partying with his family or being her witness. She's starting to get a little nervous. He tells her he'll see if he can work something out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIpIbjn9VlO27-gg6eFyPuN60v4CA-7XAEa5b7XW1jygcRt54druRsuTQ0CsSGTLln0Sikt7fRV16h_Vwt5JCK6gXpGOJY5XvF6Dojp_ScgXVe6cfvIjCP4dRMbY54x3fjFJS99-6O3o/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708753284586898" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvswx2IDo8sY6ulGblYmUFBZA9pH1Q4R1Ynrf2kokE2eAXki2Sgc8Lf9nlTwY_j4HnfVH1ShyphenhyphenVzx0sIjpVHPS7AqHMO251n6NkMMH-HhrG-jM3NsSEZPLIVkPWy3ueRW3iK_E54toLjE/s200/06.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708764191328002" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamH8i3XengSIv6EBzamzo_JvsK8-q7M6Fd9QBjFQgDoLKjuoTKiYNFYDJT0ksE_OpQT1h1dA7nyOPxxJj2e2mwxwMlyPrYppsBF6oYzn_Res8-Erjpr-b5RFinLa1lOT8gROO3za1aZA/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708618273168674" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuRJKKuE5_rc2HtCHso8W0RQu50tBpIXFOI3w7VUOsMYw8CiXH7GAg6T9uUoakT2L0JYUBYAPKkLL_gjGKiGGYjWwUymE67bgrVWOArMlCGAGFVVxB4LoSlBjqvntTduHXlUApf_xdYQ/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708618491072242" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle enters the room, and Steve has to end his conversation with Becky. She asks Liz if she thinks they should do an all day sort of thing, that way people can come and go when they want.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve thinks it's a great idea. They can't be expected to spend their whole day there. They've got lives to lead. Michelle wonders what he's on about, and says he won't be going anywhere. She'll be needing him for all sorts of things. She says the main reason her parents are coming over is to see him anyway.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Roy brings a weary looking Hayley her morning tea, and she says she's never going to touch alcohol again as long as she lives. Roy says she's had a difficult couple days and wonders if maybe now that she's come to her decision if she might be happier.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He asks her why she changed her mind. She doesn't know what to tell him, and thinks it should be enough for him that she IS staying.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmX6UrmahUE-VcazyCfSHs6H0eKwsnIND60XIVNvutCYLkJVcGF8LgZmTOtXEG4YOkFV_gDbWkCCHqguEBZx9A43lMNQ6YKfKFf0F-tjjg6_6yfZB3Y_XlC69F12F1LLTMixG76Bf3W64/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708469878490834" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6PNIF3kFLPswsYXxk3-VkkXAy1c4BOdB3NvcL7-2Wzxa23ectsP8652BjbLBzT9Hdca_fk4WbKAF8HenE2ERBpjdhzBnLgGKzdYj1cvc2UQrJD9WamM-EyeQ-xBuFzgS4ftaxBhGj7I/s200/10.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708345145765218" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j1AYsOYl-hsH0Fo8qMSreTZa6FCGrk3kDjH2NZtZkkfDG042resv4GJRHRKVVj7AezGvchozA6nct35-p7HQ9aU8Ictb-zZ7O3-T2hIrZcMMmyghCEjRgold3nDBcyEEFOiP9MwwP08/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708353050758050" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the shop, Amber and Molly argue loudly about what went down between Tara and Dev. Amber says she was just angry about what her father's done to Darryl, but Molly doesn't think that gives her the right to ruin her father's relationship with the woman he loves.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dev comes in and they both go silent. He's almost to his office when Amber says that Tara would have found out anyway. He should be glad she heard from Amber and not from her mother. Dev says that either way, these are private matters not to be discussed in the shop, and especially not in front of Molly. He tells her to forget Tara. Do what he's doing and forget she ever existed.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Chesney</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">, and Kirk are home from South Africa! They pull their suitcases from the taxi. </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Chez</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> that if anyone asks how their holiday was, just tell them they had a great time and that they're mum's fine. So basically... lie.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiVD7I4IC9N1SErNXkUQBQQKPOCjNEA-p9szJyMjwytpT7gM7cM1ygJ90s0rqU1jFz_mY_Q6TrO0Z4jh4ABa52AGhfQuvRbVZibDPLZ9_0cY4k8olEpdw2LkCPVAzPqEVQPx6q0WXo38/s200/12.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708169989358562" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhDASHMVHUVOuCJMxYZfhU2EaXJY5ve8gVOeYRD5l7uJMxzkbYImOpVrSC-Lct6HLcOdXLKlt4lKU3Fzrhy2GKLfzK8PRGT_oiBWCQdZ6hhI3qw8pmjAKgs938hJMxBtLg60NJo4K6rk/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708047086797618" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">David suggests to Tina that they go check out “butcher boy.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ashley tries to teach Graeme the ABC's of butchering, but Graeme isn't taking anything seriously. When Ashley back is turned, he puts on a show for David and Tina through the window.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tina thinks it's best they don't ask what happened to the car in front of Ashley.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhas6wm71fu_YEG2hT-EXTERW2daHZ4LErCdhdTXJxegx8YSlMPaEu2OWwHQCxdCgxSVyhROcZq0YaVpgH9TQnLY2bHcJEf8dzZGjNgRoZpXnXgxNW00hyphenhyphenYOX-dR3v_Lc4neXvwu5nhN-M/s200/14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707937760543586" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4av5Eo7ZdcW8J5ZL_eHn_0gn1zNFgS3cWLE2OHskkd41FQrWkOxOxWhtrNBuUpP1TsVYY0F5szI_od2SLFqch-3vABtkCi7G-TvkCZlRpqcoLi-Q1-x_2c11OYqCEMYQDrA8ZpeQJ_8/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707794130187522" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKZf_6hlAm09lzmnox6aIhIcsHKJIxpbmHAQu2Il6VRff4jZJYICWf8SNyAtXKUtGhp7cz1j-DWjKUYLYVJXxh-TbCXSFyIEBhwkGPokGs1hP4w-Qz7hLBVS1oHfHmKpT9F08qmhyNoM/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707791462966962" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley comes downstairs all showered and dressed, but says she doesn't feel much better. Becky apologizes for yelling at her last night, and says she's glad to hear she's staying.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky asks if Roy can manage without her for a few minutes. She's got something she's got to see to. It's “life and death.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley tells him she's going to pop into Underworld and see if they need anyone right now. She doesn't look too thrilled with the idea, but says it has to be done sooner or later.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky comes into the Rovers and asks Liz if she can see next week's schedule, just to get her out of the room.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She asks Steve if he's going to be there for her or not. He says he will be. She asks how he's going to get away of the party. He hasn't come up with a reason yet, and doesn't see why it matters. Becky knows Michelle will want to know, and if he doesn't have something convincing enough, she'll make him stay. He says Michelle doesn't control him, but Becky's not too sure about that. She's REALLY getting nervous now, but Steve assures her he will be there. She says she'll see him in court.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Liz comes back with the schedule, but Becky's already gone.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEP-7cBlv6z7vhSjeZRV9eGKUhidk0Ie6WK2XBgVc3WRpcMTzlSNY82xXm2p870fIJ8X5poJTaNuQp6OjFQATRm04jvouJx7Z5yIvrFOq4bPqu9YQpZOdDAqy3oy0E7IOXkR7UZh0EbIo/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707615077763474" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEduloWzAhnQIOjA_xcTEQyYiOQsSWYPmWrgr0w0846f6qe2cgxa3eWLgtBMFFsi9FpllTRKc0R4nPJ165OmbuCl5aU3GM8JAW7G7Aa13yWQXoY1VHikKVtswYF-iTAS2djhu79czSLU/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707614684008498" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIWn3a-ukX1NHI8ghMhHnUyTl3F9g1bK42J8xcPQL5tfWTAoWZPeJs2q5tzJcyHTW1G-r9mZLyW26HZFmlKdKQKejDX91y9uLvXFvlRFJCPoxmQZRwD6u83ZvcW5H3r7oX0aDO5_TIjw/s200/19.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707253226834946" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MIBWiV-K9wYUXM_rAtaOA2ElGOBZFeFCvd35QnhQE_uEDK4TOQyLvWdMCGgr5S9xzonpPTZw8NsrHMX7vHe38MjhIsP9c8zWMdJbmF7SC1S41-_F9wTH9E_qWhpCOHOs0F0qiv784Vc/s200/20.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707256890865442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPkb3pLCdx7s0AJj2ujcoLEzWKjG3XEQyN16BrOTX13DVD5trSRmRqNjU0cSySPobOQcJq5gXh8wgZ3Dhdro2eK-JOUpeH7F4wGGxDLnFcuA1M0nPgNwfiQpSTAKaV2IMWIGpa7Z7w32U/s200/21.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707257377883650" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Over at Underworld, Hayley walks in and looks around nervously. Julie comes up to her and asks what she needs. Julie doesn't know Hayley because </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> got her the job after </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley'd</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> already left. She tells Julie she used to be supervisor, which Julie rudely assures her she will not be doing again because that's HER job now.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Just then, Sean, Sally, and Natasha notice Hayley and rush over to hug her and welcome her back. Sean tells Julie to run to Tony and tell him the nicest woman he's ever met has returned and would like her job back. Everyone tells her how good it is to see her again, and goes on telling her how everything at Underworld has changed. They're all talking at once which is making Hayley extremely nervous.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony comes over to introduce himself, and she tells him she's made a terrible mistake. She shouldn't have come. She runs out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle's good old Irish parents have arrived. Her mother says they're glad to be there for a happier reason than last time... last time being for Liam's funeral. Her voice cracks as she says it. Michelle asks if they want to come through the back, but her dad says they'll stay right here where the drink is. Surprise surprise.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyMn1BD8sU48WFdZsR8Ck1zDHVFJGmJ1ISIHivvQ-XLbT4OZDq9NWIzW7QVacNlov98TQGcQ3UFaHZsOX2xASuiXY5oe8c8VUIEbLYtjLYmk5_tyTE88NkAwRuwq2zjaIz5mTUjthO1s/s200/22.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707048534843090" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0F_slG2A79jvwzR68qLYcpbeZjoJ6ZVGnsa0bdW4fbxxpPT-xGG5X7PnwlMVZaHCgrjIJdh2YuvJ5Uy2MDhfYg6hboxwkHuyoA-xqFYC7-xJzC4ncJNFwyBFwyNWnSxjkAMXJUd0gBg/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706914034436226" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJiUngpCTRrIt8qsMrRG4yflw-x5ndxDmV_fKEmKgpybmk5O9otRqM4sBnOgWGPJ-MNK0DbGF0sN-wX__WQV296KTBVA-9hoeFAa_3OIzn6mqVBxCY158MtX4_SupTzZgaJeMK-kkDGg/s200/24.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706918567341554" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve pulls Michelle aside and tells her he won't be able to stay for the whole party. He begins to make some excuse, but she lets him have it. Her mum and dad have come here because the two of them are all they have left. She says she's been watching him all morning, and whenever she mentions the party, he's been pulling faces and acting like he doesn't want anything to do with her parents. She nearly called them and told them not to come.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He assures her he's glad they're here, and promises he'll be there for the party. Whatever else it is he needs to do, it can wait. She says she'll need him there before and after too, to help set things up. He says if she wants him there, he'll be there.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz sees Hayley across the road and runs over to give her a hug. Fiz asks if she'll will be back working at Underworld, and Hayley says she doesn't think so. Fiz doesn't know if she'll have a job anymore either.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnebtA1QQB5Njdyv7mihBKz42cGS5nzH-VR-h-ix90EZtF3VrLTRtpxUkL9Qo3fv8jqnX3FHbQjMl366ribdnKrCXwmBIaI1bdhc8CJIzbbzykgVdg3agqXVjh29N_7srrcXbjEhoDjEs/s200/25.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706546967925954" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDRploYJExfqTFpI3oUDgZst_rMd6hw1lWe5OgLum-L-5lPXk5XtBK936VPfRboOFSkD3mILJzELrpGY-7aVpzPZBOBOsGcDXyXmh7ERiQYQRo8fZU_48xAoDvH8PVEGgDEOUMB5IcKk/s200/26.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706414989602610" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsoRd-ctU8M_j03KsIybCo52djnphTyS5kRw7cXsUsg3aOnW02BzR-3V8Kr7uaGX3fnRwNvlehmikwn6NTY61dLUw_72II2fG6rSvG63SRvP4FnKre8fiF46G-AdsrHvOEBHdSTQw5RM/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706424365795666" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Minnie comes into Dev's shop, but before she'll let Amber leaves, she wants to know if she can get a job at Dev's new kabob shop. Amber can't believe she'd even ask. Her BOYFRIEND should be running it. Molly calls Dev out and tells him Minnie's looking for a job. He tells her he admires her initiative, and he's sure there will be one or two shifts with her name on it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">After they've left, Molly asks if he's going to be talking to his daughter. Dev says he's talked too much to his daughter, thinking she was an adult and that she could be trusted. He won't make that mistake again.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle's called Becky again at the diner. She doesn't want to hound her or anything, but she needs to know if she'll be able to work the party. Becky tells her she'll be busy in the afternoon, and as for the night... she doesn't know whether she'll be “free” or not.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle accepts that and says that at least she's got Steve. He's promised to devote his whole day to her and her family. She's made him take a solemn oath not to set foot outside the pub.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEAESg0ei7z6mKzCSfqSp2N5mtAP8XSLyT214rHuFwyaVNpw1WiRkot-i_JRzLkki1Ma7yv7bv6GFIaBNXD75KV08mwjM1VjSTBKbAzlllF9SKS4c2iaRqV2CFEkdH82nP2lMsQZB_qI/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706270620504514" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuX64WVcY87e66cSgaVWzAS7YpwFkJqsEYpaJn8y9cdBPNdg5Oq-FEhnCTuOa_Z2dp_gu1wY5-W9QQEnO4f1b8lHtUZ0kWFCEV8eaq6CvmmuGqUi-pbCNQ9lnk2rvljESk0hedyNfQVwk/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706273433654978" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93ynav1RSDBM55sSg6QQ7hlBbBNSE2xn9XEJ12qLs7z8E-WAilzQff4sZL_wzXcYdOWt_jNZNIl2aKltKKzTVc6qIM32WTb_5AMXBnKyjMKdrQe7mGO3Xt4BD7Zmw62N47apwONiR2-c/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706104792077010" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley comes in, and Roy says he was wondering where she'd gotten to. He asks if she'll be starting back at Underworld, but she says that she needs to talk to him. She says she'll be upstairs and asks him to join her when things slow down. He asks what it's about and she says “Everything. Just... everything.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ashley asks Graeme if he really wants to make something of this job. If he really wants the job, he'll teach him everything he knows, but if he's going to keep making jokes, he can leave right now. Greame promises that he really wants it, and Ashley says he'll see him after lunch.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCqwZQ7pMVdneAIuWKaNckHfAVnbrd3layzhTyXRk9YAQD5Lje7llfnkNKwm5JPhhCUl-FRtimUx1hCNV_Sg1XgkscLhnbuiLDxN5CH609N78n0AXmcLlfGxFD4yfl3rTMrfDXMEcAQM/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704980761184978" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9DqXK2RvOoKyD_iOrilFrpzROfbRfqfx0FCe8m47ewYt6s2IovU5_8qPgQ0kwayg1p5iD7Uw8L06umEBUE-x4ydfuFKdiJrnaF6VbY9K6nJHGIlZENjYVqh133-NOHoerWqnhIhYfZo/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704851651301794" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Amber's on the phone with her mum. They're talking about plane tickets, and she tells her she'll see her soon. Minnie's jealous. She never gets to go anywhere. Amber tells her it's only Finland, and in the dead of winter.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Her dad comes home, and Amber tells him she's decided to give him some space until he comes to his senses.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Over lunch, Graeme tells David and Tina about how the Windasses stole the car. He says he's come to a realization... They wanted rid of the stolen car in the first place, and Gary and his daft uncle have helped them with that. No more problems.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjku4UVsN6rxCD37FZCXyawAVszFsgCOw2XgtgXftPtGD88rBMUwTZogYGXJbMhBhyfrohkl7CJOvmD2MLXuYR0BWM9TKyyg8kR9yAjQdk1sfG2hNe9EKZUu2eQ1EAUjc9LxUttFyQCpUY/s200/33.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704736030392546" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOD318VltV4Ayz_E-7s7el-xaaInzpmk4MjcgPWQ2NZCskhLbKpf5IlCQRxjNTyhNEc97LmBWV5AWdtLESoTANagEx1vsKIbdsYttUVMMX7krvTxPOARz9iPa9kClD-xSt3IDr5sFIdh4/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704587848700898" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle tells her parents she's planned a nice little lunch for them. Just the family. Her dad asks if Carla will be joining them, and Michelle says she went away just after Liam's funeral, and hasn't come back yet. Her mum says there's one person that definitely won't be coming... their Liam, and she starts to cry.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Liz tells Steve that she hasn't been invited to the party. He asks what's the point of inviting her. She's already going to be there. Liz says it would have been nice to be asked. He tells her she's got his invite.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOTVespd5hAL6hFDy8A9k7axUxNwS_yqWR4aHUFOe291lOjha44RfXCEdD9ORjEZLZKjrs-xY7OPpTrcDfeO6AMEQsYDzF3sLMtqUTeGoiXduxdy3RR9uNVLUDlxlXDlUerTM4caqYc4/s200/35.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704450122877570" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVU2c9S4X1v9zVocEAaqdBShHfN9oKJAq0E-GIu0bMKz2Zduxc4u_JYtIWa4o6_acs9ogJsCULGu6i-iGIUdjViZJ4Rr0kPcjpGZgPfpaLTWBmYR6g3v5BYMymWODNc0fqqwkmV4YO5w/s200/36.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704323450193618" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NSRkkMxVHeio2sCqOjhyjC1-NhQprNi1pUrQMr8GJ4Chb0KZGXAnjNKlO6jW19b2iHuoEG-aOhMhjOEvOeVhD-0PRX96GpHsEgsVSQnjevdcJc_MZ7ctSmWNlHXbugOYXJrNLpo99ss/s200/37.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704331988492786" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz goes to see Tony, and apologizes for taking so much time off. She just wants to know one thing, can she have her job back? Tony gives her and outright “No,” and she turns to leave.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">But he tells her she can have Hayley's job. He's been pestered all week about how he needs to give Hayley her job back, so he was going to be nice and do that, but she doesn't want it. So it's Fiz's lucky day.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley tells Roy she hasn't been completely honest with him about Africa. She tells him about Tillie having a relationship with Olaf, and that when she found out, what she felt... was jealousy, because it's what she wanted to have happened to her. It's what she dreamed of, and that's the real reason she wanted to go back.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She's really really embarrassed to be admitting all this. She's only just admitted this to herself, and she feels pathetic. Everyone keeps going on about what a wonderful thing she's done, but she's really just a middle-aged woman with a school-girl crush for a rather ridiculous man with a guitar and some Swedish folk songs.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Everyone's treating her like a saint, when she's come back to a man who is a REAL saint. She apologizes repeatedly. She's been stupid and dishonest, and says she wouldn't blame him if he threw her out.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Roy pauses for a moment, then says he's sure there's a Swedish folk song that says "you don't throw out the person you love." She says she doesn't deserve It, but asks if they can pretend none of this ever happened and that she's just got back. He says her plane landed about five minutes ago, and asks if she had a good trip. They embrace.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8BvWXCPAO3ZwZDMmQ1gHSO3mMyxtor0balSR9pFqD-PGuSWLivUQLXxPfPnzW1fXMZzPWIB3diJiAJ-wGfM4SOhxm5xawFd-SCdOPGqGsdSSCRHb0pORqbEqGwy2BRx_WkuNPg-7FHQ/s200/38.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702669487821618" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiru7lo2_nRLjr738sWddfxn7fZ_ew1b7Sn5OszK-ag2xdwogCHDflMPSC8-mxDmDeqTZi9EnTKHe5DC2hcD2iYGK5ULDCfSxtjDr82AHkWYotqXXGKo-PJTmi_LXb3oWdOkBqfjEFdhIg/s200/39.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702667416404162" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPJFx2wunPxO_CWWzR6rXXXrZfOvTwKJ5icx6YIbtJOvUTHTSF4t5rDJ3BAbpc4ZDHR-lBpEtpCUD0-R3XpEAMQvQNErShakio5zRdRp31Aij7dSJ5NDbDSEVQRnIkjQpljqVV7li3JA/s200/40.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702669466347202" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QISI5wKA_2D5XuNqLt4HhlFBrpXppsUd4t9P2wKZsSi_3i81QRbR7hpbhvsnAm8R8KuFHxdltCGrK3Izl0Dtck4PKwy1ZtqaznMMvy2Q4bp4oWyr4xXLzJIHDkdPpaESoVqM5sky67A/s200/41.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702426778925970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxonP6qV5BplAZZMbvIfAnhw2JdZe4i0LOYe1PxzpBI_j5Up9l7oZHZ6bx7FLO0zZEBZ4vH6igxwAazYJV40Z8uRsdzWmVpZacg8rYQhqiWnZCkg4DPsAzd8tbKObhEKKcniWIpFVTI4/s200/42.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702431364503778" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle apologizes for the way she went off on Steve before. She just really wants everything to be perfect for her mum and dad. She asks if he'll be there all day for her, and he says of course he will. She kisses him and says he's fantastic.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">As Michelle leaves, Steve turns around. There's Becky. She says she knows what he's promised Michelle. “When I'm in that court, and it all comes down to you testifying for me, you ain't gonna be there, are ya?” He stares at her blankly, not knowing what to say.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve walks away from Becky, and she follows him. She tells him he can't be in two places at once.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Just then, Michelle comes over. She's had another idea. Why doesn't she take her mum and dad out shopping in the morning, and they can have the party in the afternoon. Steve says “Fine, whatever.” and Michelle walks away, not too thrilled at how un-enthusiastic he's sounding.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">As soon as she's gone, he asks Becky what time the court case is. It's in the morning, and if Michelle and her parents aren't back until lunchtime, Steve can be there for her!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjoYexJudc-VPa1yWYlIOmyIMHy-nbB5a0eXmpKouwSuVAONa84tSdqcKC3h0GOaSrwi78thynyBkTxwv7lUj0_OswWNzk3WUvgH89n1rkq4sgClzDTnXHeY_-IU2Q9GrDIfRsx63g_o/s200/43.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702220122158562" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnlZSG2PrRwoBNH_ijxgD1ES2olix6Vt6NxHc8icbM25tAZy_T2mM1jjnPJv0EnUcKtDirf8AOvKHlLIL2O_OPaYIPbCqc9zXK8W4KX6RNdUnNXtUqUwJjtVIz_QCsGdiIdiZtxWAvfM/s200/44.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702220503632386" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZTHrMh_u3r8odYmMtWVcEtvJbcIrXLFEIHVVl_kg7JFO0Wvr-VBc1iGHqxBt2k3fbedBU7sWropszUtR3e9VqTaWd_9KXAmSmg-wVST93UJInffj5biJ5PxFpISnfA0P3ICKzJkt_0Q/s200/45.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701984269155106" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Amber lugs her big suitcase down the street with Dev yelling after her. He asks what running away to Finland is going to prove. She doesn't care, as long as it gets her away from him. And school can wait. She doesn't even get along with her mother, but next to Dev, she's perfection. He tells her that if Darryl really wanted to stick around, he'd find a way. Like it's not Dev's fault he lost his job and might have to move to Spain? Ugh.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle's parents ask how Maria's doing, and she says she's being brave. Her mum says they'll have to go cheer her up. They've brought along a few presents for the baby, but Michelle wonders if it might not be a bit soon for that.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She lets them know the three of them will be going shopping tomorrow morning, and then they can stop of for lunch somewhere. Her dad doesn't sound too thrilled with the idea of shopping, and asks where Steve will be. Michelle says he's got things to do in the morning. Steve and Becky hear this and wink at each other. Michelle's mum says that if her husban was planning on sneaking off for a drink with Steve, then tough!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNtcfiCCPcpdQyENQu9pbTqegkGvYMEr40GJyFKMFx4p5ERSP3M5wjuVuuNBn08UwO-5Ho22UTWRycrGrEmYXmLYRTFn69xv5eWNNDpVtNHVv3eXVJJVITqDAIlDZUSBsPeiUGRtrggrI/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701620626721314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidERqI42ddyaUBJR2295xxrjpLaoPve0XDd6XJ7APubiYfG0NEu1sFAMPtH8pEDlHj2XfL3Wmb5z-j_ClrzrkbFP2keaC-By1O4zOK1vvUsAVITeifzI_JAcM09SJNOIWdvDaVwUuX-WY/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701621162778562" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8F0IC4YREUt6QnGraG_rtoDxm_1FWKatAI8Rcpd_mzLERWXp5r7KIYPZPJx-BruCQsQMN3FaIDhwp09khSzz-G3hHExKRGFGqnJGnsyEscuaI3pCywVT6mdlDIX32dE_nkgpBIs-taw/s200/48.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701499433733010" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle goes around to the back of the bar where Steve and Becky are standing. She asks if he's breathing a sigh of relief, and he denies it. Well good, because this will leave the morning free for him to set up the food for the party. And he can decorate the pub; streamers, balloons, a banner. That should keep him out of mischief.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Amber and Darryl walk out to her cab hand in hand. She asks if he knows whether he'll be there when she gets back or not. His dad's called and told him there's a ticket to Spain with his name on it if he wants it. He says he'll obviously try to find a job here first, but if he can't... he's got nowhere to live.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dev's unlocking the door to the takeaway and watching the two of them, smiling. Amber pulls Darryl in for a kiss. He asks if that was for him or for her father. It was for Darryl, but it didn't do Dev any harm to see it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She gets in the cab, and tells him she'll call him as soon as she gets there. They say they love each other and kiss again. She says she'll see him when she gets back. 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He smugly asks why he's not driving. David says it could have been worse... it could have been HIS car. Gary's confused, and David tells him the car was nicked. The cops are probably looking for it right now.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky runs over to Steve, who's clearing tables, and asks him what they're going to do. Steve has no clue, but just then, Michelle's dad comes over and asks for a word with him. Becky looks annoyed and takes the plates from Steve.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He thanks Steve for being there for Michelle. She's told her mother repeatedly that she wouldn't have gotten through Liam's death without Steve. What he's trying to say is that Steve is practically a member of the family... so if he were thinking of formalizing things in that respect, he and his wife would be more than delighted.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweyr7QCdMhdfptViI48nh77M2d9xFQdf_29JJd7IKbx16EndEsQLpYl8K1qZSxDiZyrWLvJAUHHdAxxf-uebmfEAlBhWCAcbutc-BJX_HUUoNqTl3GttYlsi2jhD7Mq4CttUTfFpSynU/s200/54.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701013609302466" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBTjtefl_7zSa05w7qsgdEUMp5THyOlugz5LUn96Z6mAcwQ6gNqkM1qkCc57RgL-VkYGip2YPwvTCXOdD6fcJzHVKLVQg2MuMa1aAuIZkwhl6ci5Ob-juvAQ6fPTet-DX7J8oGLOvmnk/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701017289438034" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj03q1s_FC4tlSVDbRMU3KNXvFkDz0NBz9zxPi2-LzEjG-TAJ2WSdafyuWnfOmxtAYoe6SQ2G1srxFQsPRbpwRzXn2F8YzO1EtseeGMwJ954aVelEVY1sNFc1InYSh66qISJ_X8lp5Jc/s200/56.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700818082098082" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJUhkzPmElXCiIpDvRxd8qRwZ2mrWe6TF73Z-BZutGicjZThAiZTfBUSCecbWzwQCkjy2UDwGyFm5ntbiF_XTSkN98lDt80G-jPsPb8PqUuwN1KgWuUewW6euyggV9NA2ONjFF0yChgs/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700830448050050" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley's working with Roy in the diner, and she's in high spirits. She's glad they've had that talk. With Ken no longer working there, and with Becky working only part time, she can be around to help Roy a lot. She tries to help with a bunch of things, but in the past year, Roy's changed a lot of his procedures and moved everything around. She asks if maybe the menu could do with a revamp. He says they'll talk about that later. The important thing is that she's decided to stay and that she's happy with her decision.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley tries to help a customer, but she can't find where Roy's moved the pads and pencils. She suggests maybe they could change the décor a bit, but before Roy can respond, she says she's just going to pop out for a bit if that's alright.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the takeaway, Dev is trying to make a meal for David, but the slice of meat he's using is WAY too big. David tries to correct him, but Dev says he knows what he's doing. He's being extra cheesy, and putting on quite the show. David says he'll pass, and leaves.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">As soon as he's gone, Dev whips out his mobile and calls Minnie. He asks if she can do a shift in the kabob shop... now. “What do you mean, you've got college?”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRP5O5QML7-o4vcdBk4zsQ-N6b9YL9aIF7bCjcPQgiUm7eSisHKSUObpzpwekJKW-wpzP0cSej-X4YYVzFDtlYKmmhauIUbsTqU5_pxbmLTtMJqP7GcUrwpvKt2I_-dw6xRxuZWrXP4oI/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700638488244642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYZN4PAAFhxfUHVM1UXdpaD1oWIxtuPsgaHxqxSc2pJu6vVu1ljNMJrd_chQXE-y1iWUdlfTTJmd8SBg5FtSF0Hd8dEed3iJxFGhH_uGKNPBWOl0QF8JeZsNWA9U69ybIgRCdaLXxjv8/s200/59.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700636266813426" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrMKMmXwucpk6mhC_ywwsRQR4zehVZQgezeAm9NOAD8YL_WXXdk9rPnAvtt-EV4ZQBdXP-o1mhYuFDqx7M1JyE2oq_cX4lMEnZ9ReEXm1szdjhmeiJLljDCGmwFhBMQ09RGD9lV9wICY/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700486740603154" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefWyeWuF72A2NNmWtMIPKLFi4JChvZO5Z1X6Q_R74tiKxa2CKAaFKq7Ua7z5ussVXnGAvmgiwwjrb-zMU9tulkztQFqOPGpc0Qpil64-HUjk9n2pPnA91tqkxO1ImY5SHAxexB4UQY_8/s200/61.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700497606121874" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hayley sits quietly at the bar in the Rovers, thinking to herself. Becky brings her over a drink, and Hayley asks how she's feeling about her court date tomorrow. Becky says as long as she gets the top bunk, she'll be great. Hayley's surprised to hear her say this as Becky had said she would get off no problem. She tells her things are a little more complicated now.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky says they're saying she assaulted someone, which she DIDN'T do, but she did go on a bender and do some really bad things. Hayley says that Becky may do some daft things and get herself into trouble, but at least she knows what she wants and goes after it, instead of wandering around not knowing what she wants out of life.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Darryl and Graeme come into the takeaway and Darryl orders the “meal deal” off the menu, but wants onion rings instead of chips, and a milk shake instead of a can of pop. Dev has NO idea what he's doing. You can tell Darryl's doing this just to test him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dev pours a bunch of random things into the blender trying to make a milk shake, and for SOME reason, doesn't put a lid on it, but sticks his face like right INTO the blender when he turns it on. Milk goes EVERYWHERE. Darryl and Graeme go ballistic laughing and a dripping Dev throws them out.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He grabs Darryl and pulls him back into the shop, locking the door. Dev says it's obvious he doesn't know what he's doing, so he wants Darryl to run the shop. Darryl's confused. He thought Dev was glad he lost his job. Dev asks him not to make it harder on him that it already is. Darryl wants a job so he's still here when Amber gets back, and he's offering him one. Darryl says he'll have to think about it, and leaves.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1Eiejl422m9hJV2xDnDUlc5484H855UqL_G1QhuDOU_bohzV9B7heMzcnTLVCAm0ytmL673M2Z090o92f_2buR8LdyJbrJi04ncZXbWsaqUHhxeTH5na2BW26ueJCq3K17ElKzqUn5U/s200/62.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700309141634802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJX-auU_N4ZY7iM_XVVL3InlYzLX5zDb9BePK-mtHA97o9KPmi5h7PEWuGOQ5A-lAgISiag2QxoIX_FnjzF8AyF-esHtqjwjOaYdo5-N6EJQM1r2DYR4D4rC3trUxJJVMB-3uzkniqxc/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700321401994226" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67apYZfwjIUwSxBwwrOtnq5c6PaG2_dmMHj3rmfjcpMdk-F5KCjIDhCEI940DuDALdBjTrnsKAs9Sp7xbU1iSt3gVgBxmYY4bFddGSy5jWMFytEu9aqbPsBdm47r2rp5IIKZm0SPjhok/s200/64.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700329540308450" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcbEmmBSmrDHoPIEOm_9NOOXt1ZVVTRir6QeNkUACvH5A_Eoq_wl9dtrhY6asGUicfMCMDIOOwy4wksF5FjxS0pPk3hxdIqyCgmmRjmXlYCArQhhO75NLxLWtQAcBXX7dXIqphZ353z8/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700142724321026" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41zAaVykzNNrb-AdDW3hJHUt70t6X6H0iW9hzFiblW83UyUEj20Fpk3BtQbZXzrLQnK6VcSGrMxTVexRfdWGgUKmsO3wij-N9mwF1yOQLVqSCfciWfyOnlXN20wGxYDEfA8Msdc7M7Po/s200/66.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700145213160738" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky corners Steve again, and tells him she needs to know what's going to happen. He tells her again that he'll be there. How CAN he be when he's got to sort out food AND decorations?</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Liz comes over and says that was a very cozy chat he was having with Michelle's dad. She reckons there'll be wedding bells by Easter. She's thrilled.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Becky looks at him worriedly, and he promises her he'll be there.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Night has fallen over Coronation Street and Barry and Helen Connor sit silently in Maria's living room. She's crying, and tells them that it's the little things that get to her. Last week she was at the grocery store, and they had a sale on some frozen burgers Liam used to like. She put them in her cart without thinking. She starts to cry harder, and Helen takes her hand. She asks if Maria has someone she can talk to. She says she has people she can do things with... but she doesn't have someone she can do NOTHING with. That's what she really misses.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Barry goes to make them a cup of tea, and Helen asks how the baby's doing and when her last scan was. It was supposed to have been last Tuesday, but she didn't go. She's scared there might be something wrong. She starts to sob.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Helen tells her she needs to go, if only for her own piece of mind. She's going to make an appointment with the hospital, and they can even go with her on the day if she wants. Liam can't be there for her, but they can. Maria checks to make sure they wouldn't mind, and Barry tells her Helen would love every minute of it. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1XJ5WhybZuHiolB1fL1WlWaobGW82NdLnOLDfB2xPwbZsxs01K_G6jbHNWAyWTRY8r_4ZesWKDcX3GEd1DpNnY13zwRkdQnYXa4anUNb22_gFQ7-M-8qvmdqn1JryCoHRWoJDr7rpCY/s200/67.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699959406019586" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLDMEr9mt4e6RDpy1HblClzfxFoQ-yBj_k-MXO5xkAzlcKkOzuZNO-p0ly-IEyYjGgpv4FlRiHZGebRsMfVTo0-j9yt2JTi7ek4sawP0LYyk4YaAi2dk4V86kf-BJySJFda4nvD-hKyY/s200/68.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699963353543170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ufIdx3rL_nlV0JXLsnwPFckDrNM-JzN-3btP9G82Y1nrurbG2xSHeDBp_W4hxzQgweMTSyD4k6402IHOm-dLAslMxsO9e2nAjCpKynM-jmnLIRMFRpezK7ml1ETwsEYHblgWM_ModKM/s200/69.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699847540011474" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhD9_4Y3AJOTFjPWjkWthOYo25K0M3bO0fIBk34AZVW6cFL-JvgY3m_QQt5lXsMpLjBFkrfzdRuXphgLrzMBXRXU3hDZ-_LccwE2UVBekJCgSnk23j6fEnz4AcK1lSAX2ndvYjYexbuw/s200/70.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699854829798418" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguo2vcMNxqUeoxYUCvtL5SRsAbZ0HoiaKUW2ZKlY2p4qESk3HG3urN_vLVpSikd8YsZjPggJf3pslWgk6fEMkYjiU5pVRqOWurDpRFHYvm7YImf5nB5-ebqk-dwQG15G0RYS1eGEfdE7o/s200/71.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699691643394178" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXwkd7o_xHfu5OEs33_E9xh1FrvqhNWxb-lsjsqzuKcnl_mbaAZh0QoHPbC5VtbdJVWFFYXJcUwXrEUvcZ_tFtH_WSGYQrpF-QVYzurH6D2axDfc1KrVl3qDwGLSwAgdiHoMyH01tuZk/s200/72.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699693246026242" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz fills Hayley in on what happened with John Stape. She feels really stupid. Hayley says she just wanted to think the best of him. She can't be blamed for that.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz tells her she thought about leaving. When everyone was talking behind her back, she considered moving away, but then she thought about the people who were here and loved and needed her. She wishes Hayley had been there when it happened. She could have talked to her. She's disappointed Hayley's not coming back to the factory, and asks what she's going to do. Hayley doesn't have an answer.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve runs into the Streetcars office, and before he can ever get a word out, Lloyd says “No.” Steve needs his help, and Lloyd says if it's about Becky, then no can do. He tries to ask him to help decorate the pub for a couple hours tomorrow morning, but Lloyd keeps changing the subject. Steve says that normally wouldn't ask, but he's desperate. If he's not there in court for Becky tomorrow, she's going down. Lloyd says he won't help him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD6m5YYpJbfhdSODV2DZ-92hL4Kg_sKvzfsT1ksb0vLFwaMMQ_MrtSgfaY_51DUlNADOK5RCI05X9D95rl6XB9EYA9ReJa5yPy3qGtCqrJ7_MHgzqKTpov-MUgGO3cLpX6h3ldgQjtGA/s200/73.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699548505912722" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgudjoZdFyzfQrzgKlZcjzGpxa7bKnE55sMuuiaCeyBm4Km5erloRSZ4PH_CkBbjrjKAfq5xeP9gWQBuKswlxnRJaGZ6XS_vxLi2_PvobcU29MPRuC44N6VxvMCEESYsfXNK_39ACg-pgY/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699422993754914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVHtrxDwXwWgtNAAl3j82HbfqKXLOQ2mECixaXvFEUf-ODu7LSp2d4SQQE0L2girWIMqkqmKsTqMKk2j4SGVb6VxudT5O-X-xsI2kwwEWSmxaUeUQfc-nx7lOb3VYDJUk1T6Eh7wFO80/s200/75.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699421033726882" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz gives Maria a belt she's brought her back from Africa. Maria really loves it. Fiz asks how she's been. She didn't like leaving her again, so soon after Liam's death. Maria tells her the baby's doing good, and she's going for her scan this week.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">There's a knock at the door. It's the woman from the Weatherfield Gazette, asking Maria questions about Fiz. Fiz comes to the door, and the woman tells her she's doing a piece about Rosie's kidnapping. Maria tries to close the door on her, but she tells Fiz that lots of people think she played a part in it, but for what it's worth, she thinks she's innocent. She gives Fiz her card, and leaves.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Roy's cleaning up the diner, when Hayley comes back, hours after she left. She apologizes and says she didn't meant to be gone so long. He asks if every thing's alright. She says every thing's fine... except... it isn't. She takes Roy's hand and sits him down.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She tries to think of what to say, but when she sees how worried Roy is, she tells him not to worry. She's not going back again. She's just... at a loss for what to do now that she's back. She thought she'd be working in the diner with Roy, but that won't give her what she's looking for any more than working at Underworld will. He asks if that's where she's been all afternoon... thinking. She says she's had long talks with Fiz and Becky, but they didn't have much to suggest. They ended up talking about their problems, not hers.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Roy suggests this is something at which she excels. Hayley doesn't know about that, and says it doesn't really do her much good. He says it does her good because it does THEM good. He asks if she's ever considered doing that for a living. She says that for one thing, she's not good enough. He says she's as good at helping people as anyone he's ever met, if not better. Hayley doesnt' know where she'd even begin, but Roy tells her that Emily knows a charity through the youth center. She can talk to her.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBm_46_fwxde_UQX_ZQXG-4UxkGD0SGHVkJ6xJBjxxVu5o06PSTyvSD0uXXdmkJhBAueDI_KODUp5eUPVGht3yOjyuB41qGtmaxbSkIFE98xbRSMC4G2Mypt5C9qHkHMXQkvDY7UJMqDM/s200/76.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699262896074754" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgek6aXeAF_Js3JBXanqLAGZOhdWTCAOAzGfCFSQZgSxLMpesZ424BNeLBboNOHCuMyVz6XBCZC2OosfWgbg7S4p5_3wOnu075Wi693xceHv7pcRENYPts2WgsN7uB3q01BAd1D-hgswt0/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699270637000770" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEINnP3k7kabBc6QPPeyk3LgUw5U7JkAnwOTkyh3Jcyk14PiVhdP4L7y8FztQEvceUuUtbm1cSJSizbOYwMg6GhSy07697zkekOU1-L9XDxTYo766hl_42LJ4IOzzDKM_QxYm1RNa01E/s200/78.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699023037710290" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09LFVNWEY5x6Hshlkze4RoLyOghBMHfWZvZUfW_2I7FuaKjyfpL6MdT4SnxOSLXH_hxxNnLzUZSLutISPMItkBqzQz5vOsugbFLSspDddGkWd7Salo8GbguA3cGlWbf1eyg3neXOvCUk/s200/79.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699025207720690" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the takeaway, Dev's monkeying with the inner-workings of the blender when he sticks a knife in there and shocks himself. Darryl laughs from the doorway.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dev asks if he's thought about coming back, and Darryl hands him his list of terms and conditions. Dev laughs at how much Darryl wants per hour, and the kind of bonuses he's demanding, and crinkles the paper up. Darryl says he can take it or leave it, and starts to walk out of the shop, Dev yells after him that he'll take it... provided he start right this second. He puts his cap on Darryl's head and howls with laughter as he leaves.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Michelle checks with her little party organizer to see if he's got the food for tomorrow under control. She wants to make sure he's getting the pies from Ashley. She shows him a picture she's found of her parents on their wedding day, and suggests he could take it to the photocopy place and have it blown up so they could hang in on the wall. Steve asks her when he's going to find time to do that on top of everything else. She tells him it won't take five minutes.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0jWVwHnR9Sp5Dm4UPB-NV2UfIHP2rSB55-xrND5K5VzJDqzbW77_63JFRVvcC63S2_CeJCiPDGp0BuhhlO5LTCI2xbG12PwR9rGWCwY9Ih4VHspEtVsjQbZxiBvqcVp9GNLAJCQ1EpfQ/s200/80.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698870670640002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhultgXxdLSj5V67GYViejCIL4SOf5-FhrGq25ERINe3xYGc8OZWbnSLlDK6Kvwt8CE9ImHICCGvRqOFwxZmp661v_RlzBPMUflpL7ksf7U2KlzD882NueaYqiFKxpuhEAXsy0sACUzfvY/s200/81.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698878049869042" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoGevaWZUGwNTl9eqF4AX41Vsnpk7ZUOBS5Ey_StRsjdEpW_4D8hbQxb8-I8b4PGJmWaix9WqwqY4P1Oac0ku8yEUD2o-nNEp7AgvDH0CwvRsBS87WVFow2S68Qb2VbuORPLlmxQ7URg/s200/82.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698706932844034" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">David and Graeme walk down the street laughing. Graeme's singing and dancing. The Windasses watch them from their car. Gary complains that they've made complete idiots out of them, but Len tells him to have patience. They'll get them back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Out behind the Rovers, Steve pours himself a drink when Becky comes out and sits by him. He tells her not to ask him again, and she says she won't. He promises her he'll find a way to be there, but she tells him he won't, because he can't, and why should he? It wasn't him that went on the rampage. Why should he lose everything because of her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve asks what she's saying, and she tells him he doesn't have to testify if he doesn't want. He tells her she'll go to jail, but she says that's her problem. He says he told her he'd help her, but she admits it was only because she put pressure on him, which she shouldn't have done.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He asks her if she really means this, and she tells him he's a great guy who doesn't deserve to be running around like a scared rat because of her. She says he did his best, and it's all down to her now.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Steve hands Becky the bottle, and puts his hand on her shoulder before going inside. She stares off into the night.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhRLE186v1UN0Una8dTQExiyw9cBmpEiZTBg12LCMub_pql3ciNRZY2bf9gVu2MLlcXlqILSVCcIeLz-zVfhNffnYV-pn3XceISx6dd3Rx5qR-ecK-0GOJ5EY1AmKVPwgKYK1CXqnUFE/s200/83.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698532206665106" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy4sO-UEkDtxnQe83ek9KSpoGDPJrrxv9Brqr3gNXh8U13CiS2vJfdBbclk6pgY1CgAgm1KpSZiiAyOeCFytiWhMirNteOs1RKbkgsq8OsoSuEXRCfXKWrCc82Yumwp_RF3Cy48xKU6Y/s200/84.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698539791831138" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLe7Tlc8N-xIqWExCcRgLsMa4HcAiA-6yWxISRKutFIXUAQodQT4J1cflGjJlvG6nqaUd7GBa4harOsjOIxuMJiyCh-CUs9TLZV3z_uEQ92BUgKajAdMOujcM8Ubu78XDM_dAf6X95Qk/s200/85.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698395797292882" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnLIx417Pob3SSOw9YDsvmoXidJGAImAxmI_tawEj_kYm8Xiql6Mam4MsY2yjXUv3WvYEeohMz_PgVYw1D0PzWibwmEWToRwb2uQYmxLC7ju-uQqwismHzF2uTglj37SiO8WIU2WKIjU/s200/86.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698406102376914" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-45089821308916776582008-11-29T13:19:00.015-05:002008-11-29T13:42:12.652-05:00Special: Out of Africa<p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">A </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">brief</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> Corrie recap.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz, Chesney, and Kirk get invited to South Africa by Fiz and Chez's mum, Cilla Battersby-Brown. She says her and Les are waiting for them. Les is their father who they also haven't seen in at least a year. Last they knew, Cilla was in Las Vegas, and they have no idea how she's ended up in Africa. Chesney is excited at the prospect of a family reunion, and can't wait to get on a plane. Fiz decides not to go considering all she's had happen to her recently with John Stape, and opts instead to return to her job at Underworld. She sees Kirk and her brother off.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="font-weight: medium"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuBBsEfSPvyglF78C2V74i-dxCFyNnquTGkijIe239TXSvfEsl9DXr_A5yqlZaGjRPY4Np2J8kTz4KOPY5pacHHZmY7-mUXGnE4EELfg-Tf67H46seEVKO6QZ8JwtMXykBcLW9GgM2lg/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274148063022188002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIn0ESd86mmohmRIiiZ8S3MUKEd4mTDktpKuxegpKPCwBLEQu2nA90x1Q1mU88VkzSjE6RaP0jgQCAWIMLaOaK4eTC2XGVwfpLGBZ8UtDpPj2H9ll_M5RJ60q5hDTRtCywlrzxDdQY9k/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274148069594991490" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfDK327tS1RE2Bjirlfevr3yHPgl0et7IRp3ROfYx5oXM2SAotixO8rD8R0hSx1MT9B2PlRuYT2Ot-JcV0oApXMHPKM8GHlUJvf5c_q5MdQ1X8r1OmhaFC_0Yg6Mkaoa3gv2D2yFrlGc/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147868338438978" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJkh3h2n18QGgADXBEC6RixDc7SbNB4d7W7jygN1_zpNoylOUW2-K1uAlHHLorGNKcaNLtfH0-vX6YKDaaiXWJbXDiNeGo0By8rlLkb9wkgSdXiJZwyBw9EJyPb_B7NFjBTKRXPNoTko/s200/04.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147867527267858" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">When they arrive in South Africa, Chesney discovers that “Les” is not his father, but Cilla's new man, a native of South Africa whose nickname is also Les. They find out that the only reason she's asked them to come is so they can enter the 'Sunshine Family of South Africa' competition in which the top price is $500,000. The “Battersby Family” has made it to finals in the competition and has been awarded a week's stay at a luxury hotel. They just have to beat out two other families, and the money is theirs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Cilla's told the committee that her son Chesney is wheelchair-bound after an earthquake back in England, and he's to stay in his chair unless they're in private. She's said that Kirk is Chez's older brother, and has the brain of an eight year old. Not much of a stretch there. Fiz is Sister Fiona, a nun who works with various charitable organizations, and has declined the stay at a luxury resort for religious reasons. Les is to be their step-father.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMdKAK1THBrAwOWQBmfZJYFULGT0f8G7VwAFgoYzQoPpZoON5yab70TgZzWDeNgQDk92UnR9QGg-nEdOqOSrBwRbCSa4czsmWI6PvKSOarPyy3Kx93UPI0JLRYG2BszyP-UYHt7saZ0s/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147742093833362" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiTenzTkwPCEfpeLE6dmWw0IpTHNl_06JgK8BBIPWMVVV1rXkx5aufSvMJcz541CLPOmRueKalGcQynrCoRs1RCFqY2v9j-xPAgrv6o-0Q3ZhaloTtpXG8GDYE7y_XFkdzBl1_yQvXLE/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147605512220466" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGonpCO09Vny67oG_VZd1AobhZWyDJ4IPU4M8unDGyqKq8e0B-__BcWX5cs4u8pfOdIaSmAEVe3v_TImGE5QD74PD2-h8AU0F2adbTrru_CAlDsNhEXecSvK1b3sLbjf-9lYCymMHLM8/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147552609863938" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Cheesy ex-South-African-talk-show host Alfie Vlok introduces the three families. There's Cilla's “family”, another family with 12 children of various races, and the Teel family, a father, mother, and daughter who appear to be saints. They've just gotten back from walking thousands and thousands of miles for Leukemia research. Pretty steep competition.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Chesney immediately cozies up to the Teel daughter who begins to help him out with things because he's wheelchair bound. She's a sweet girl. Cilla asks Alfie how he thinks their chances are. He suggests that maybe if Sister Fiona were to make an appearance, their odds might improve. Cilla gives Fiz a call, telling her something's terrible has happened. Fiz leaves for South Africa, telling Tony there's been a family emergency.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF520YqoG0emWgpnhk098TS2dqog4-5YSzkn_3EZqSCaBQEBt3eLVBbXONpzJX5APlhq3lkO05FCB_eBlixB0UgAB6nKZB5TcX0OIM9Xpbng7Krx_rQ5Zoi_5SKFkqitpYz6l5xV19zeY/s200/08.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147419780444802" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUyh72IOVYzIrNpXwIXirtGdVEXPZETyTncRN6xdzifBKY6FCSk3CMCdpdSw-zCv11qZwfWn6PpugKWovGM88boNSWHT2jXshFMYlg24nuTvA5yrX0DoVYQ3c5PlX6qjMC2D-V1472Ys/s200/09.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147286965756690" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Chesney tells his mother he wants no part in this. He feels horrible lying to everyone. He's not going to let her use him in another one of her schemes. She was never there for him when he was growing up, and he spent most of his time in care because when she WAS there, she was an unfit mother. He decides that he WILL help his mother out on one condition. If they win the money, she has to promise to come back with him to Coronation Street and raise him. She promises.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">One of the families in the competition is disqualified when they learn that the family with a dozen children are actually an under-10 football team. Now it's down to just the Battersbys and the Teels. Chesney sees the Teel daughter crying and she invites him into their hotel room to tell him that she feels like she's let her father down with her violin playing in the talent portion of the competition. Her parents return, and she hides Chesney out on the balcony. He just happens to have his video camera with him, and catches the father yelling at his wife and daughter. He's drunk, and tells them they need this money. He's already got it invested in his wife's boob job to improve her “saggy tits.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGePTzTMNoW7Ow5Lfbdth_gRY3H8GUoz0AenEGEuEFS1yT-tRmyUYM8iIL210vJIl3jc0p61oOMdSbDfigZMENWqSBlstrCaKVz9Gz8dRDRnB2wr2tMDxunbF-qrpkKgx-QZT549DekFQ/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147159557976418" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWWMlZRXOr7lEFdz8s72l2o7sFWlGClV1x_m6SLhyphenhyphenxe5lgq-sihXmYDncdvfFsZQBtwNvQt7iJ27zBI9bI_BHiYMCURg2omCJbZpzzOA_PzgRLpFXBfSRzSkv8hwIzGk9dI6yc249wLg/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147044691672642" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz arrives, and goes OFF on her mother when she finds out they're all fine and that she's just spend her life savings on a plane ticket and may have lost her job in the process. She's surprised Chesney would go along with something like this, but he tells her that he just wants his mum to come home. Fiz finds out what HER part in this charade is, and walks out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz is busy drinking and gambling away her sorrows down at the hotel casino... wearing her habit. When the dealer calls the head of security over to remove the nun from his table, he takes an immediate liking to Fiz. His name is Alex. He asks her out to dinner, and they're out til 2am laughing and talking.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He came here a few years ago with his fiancée for their wedding until he discovered that she was sleeping with his brother. He stayed in South Africa, got a job, and never left.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz decides to seize the moment, and ask this gorgeous hunk of man back to her room. He says he can do her one better and takes her to one of the most expensive suites in the hotel, and they boink like rabbits.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwKzfrsS4E0Wm3_Kb6Tu3XqEZ8hbwdphWf8h7CbR27_A-QgOEOgFljYFL1YxJw7jpXqxBRVRyb2TiLlwdaTVJ5Gt_R04yql5P77rYAYwiBngnFWiR1BAhvkPp5uWpH47TDciyZXmEoJM/s200/12.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146904592897298" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5i-qROwHDWBmdtytB3K_bn_b719UGhh6vLiAHkfw0ZR3zb572fH2iJ-EUm5n-9nTZwtF6IEhTv805ZVmw8UlS5MqvraiuxSExYcI9EdeOzmsf_cSMckcc6pbjlXvwaDQANjYb-4S-E0Q/s200/13.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146910701586098" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwh2er7vkTkVudmeAQzGq7Sek2jZpeHC0JLwLx6-ZVQnysTSKdVGjCWUzyjj4u2Vos5n8MX116C4r2hfPbPXnSDudIrrnNdpWuDnzndswCLrDkb5vhSyXrHRl_RAXBiyV5hBg3kfSmKQ/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146736558952914" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz and Alex spend several nights together, and they fall in love. Fiz is the happiest she's been in a long time. He asks her to stay in South Africa with him. She can get a job here and they can start their life together. She thinks it's a great idea. If they win the competition, her mother will be going back to Coronation Street to raise Chesney, so she's free to stay here. She shows up the next morning in her habit and tells her mother she's prepared to help her win.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">While out on safari, the Battersbys wander off and get lost in the jungle. Feared dead, Kirk finds the way back to camp, and Les carries Chesney back to camp. He's abandoned his wheelchair deep in the jungle, and they don't want anyone to see him walking. Alfie and his camera crew cheer for their safe return, but Mr. Teel wonders... “Why are that boy's shoes so dirty?”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesMkkVZgjlfI0p_HQuUaZVuGQuGd_-5Xc1qtReNMh4W0jYa4dMxCxUDk17SzF9uMgPl-seXBU4JYYsiCsrImFeDJzROhdzPv9hFOncchHAm5ppmcVKRccSYEmLUuY6SXybULrX1YOqig/s200/15.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146623633140402" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRxXgnBwSCdXmSvq_1Y7gIH9fxQpf_ss_2Xh_-bNJqAPlVGtGTPV5DhB0S-WTrXkQ_Z-Of2ld9SRuVtR4fsRfiukCowHc56NJ5lqXaAaU5Rp_stMWc1CoXBHyPz6nsntcRNnfCV70B4Q/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146482437465218" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Chesney shows his mum the video evidence he has against the Teels, and she's super excited. They've got this competition won. Later that night, he overhears Cilla telling Les of her plans to sneak off with the money. She has no intention of ever returning to Coronation Street.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the morning, Cilla slips the video to the judges. They announce the Battersbys have won, and award Cilla the check for $500,000. Chesney can't take it, and stands up out of his chair while on stage. He tells everyone it was all a lie. The Teel daughter is heartbroken that Chesney would lie to her. She really liked him. The competition is scrapped. No one gets the money.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraJN0xyQdCMcOzMrXeeYbOHQfwJQ5kp280MVrXNXxCGnJdSesj13QkkTFbTh9crm4M2gy6VxHAEJjpawmqes5TxL5DWlYwAvETQdzt1mNZbeKvGg0tQMIBObKpJHMM6Mgkla8mykA85w/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146366505638354" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVjjPfsdxTmDrv0JEBi6AC7vjmK-telSABi6lCbAMtvGGEB_-alOtHxaQ1VfWXZ0fsIcFVobXEdKL6dnlYH4jFERr13pl1nKZKO8PCIxRZIcG4mJ-6ctpecNuM76Va8pFP1liSwO01ko/s200/18.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146245178298946" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz, Kirk, and Chesney are all ready to leave. Kirk thanks Les for being such a good dad to them over the past week. He doesn't know where Cilla's gone, and thinks it's probably for the best. Fiz asks Alex to come back with her to Coronation Street, but he reveals that he was in the army, and since he snuck off to Africa for his wedding and never came back, if he even tries to leave the country he'll be arrested. She tries to tell herself it was probably just a holiday fling and that they got a little carried away.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The next day on his newly revived talk show, Alfie Vlok introduces Cilla Battersby, who's there promoting her new book about what it's like being the “worst mother in the universe.”</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73aEEOgcz_kgDhcuF2alVSlbwLCNmu0UbZq5Qn9cTr1byD86xW7Yr5SAnTDnGdnvS2BiRRLCeQbouL-LsFC4P91FHJaVdopgf-n-QJtFc4LCDNOjb2dz3QZjM3l2lTsCDhji9YdErwcY/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146128879933474" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-80533836012700692162008-11-26T17:36:00.040-05:002008-11-26T20:30:10.704-05:0021st November, 2008<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">We follow Hayley around the street for a bit. She's up very very early, so there's no one else around. She's looking at everything like it's foreign to her. She sits down at a bench, and Becky walks by in the background.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79WxNKbBIzZ5UUvCk-9jOPwEyGf9VSlSqccvauJY-45KLYt3nBj5ENayGto9L6bzOcQzmVIW0nArBnyobhRX8eJtZqnhu2qpCB70LgsVFLtgEr9X0l3pq96tgp1JVRrE2KS2J7yCSpcc/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273125233106099634" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ii0evJu4qoPpUE5uF_2WwaotOPPbAw1Q5h2h3pxdMdmktLldSxuYpW-Id25DVViZEtlN9BJpbUcq2iYtonya4ZXXIAb92K7oNrdebNH1C7hzpI_Vg4la3dhTubE3vZp8dr9hU6iCkn8/s200/02.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273125076959159074" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67Y3vg8iKGsDXsf3EV80T5XiA9ZFxfguJYeCFuE1V4QSVrI3jVFJK7TPn5nDwncl3n76YXaKgps7Kyw3QhArvK85UJzfbxCWTxnskbMJYkp7uqOrzpr679K0SUh87e928rhkAd6ziLwY/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273125074587760226" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky meets Steve behind the Rovers. She's apparently just called him and asked him to meet her. Her lawyer has had to bring their meeting forward. It's today, around lunch time.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve's really annoyed, that's right in the middle of his shift with Michelle. How's he going to get away? Becky promises him that after this over with, he'll never have to see her ugly mug again... except when they're at work together, or when she needs a taxi.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Roy comes over to Hayley on her bench. He woke to an empty bed, and for a moment feared he'd dreamt her return. She needed to get up and get some air before everyone else awoke and the street got even more polluted. He says it's probably the jet lag, and that he'll look online for a remedy. Her team leader, Olaf, said this might happen. He offers her his arm, and they start back for the diner.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Becky catches up to them, and takes Hayley's other arm. Hayley says she's forgotten Becky's present! She'll dashes upstairs and get it for her.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Mqa6xn_v52GCHYFNicJKAmGC7Zxc2SHnhdjHVDFFfeYMGvP2C2F5f2IQjPSNwf8GWHLGPG_-DZRe7GNNQmzWNSipSaJa9L3_wDFqrfdstq-zXc3opF_h79RZlKtDjf_oTyfTZSJM484/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124933981876082" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3e4Ob2RAfC8he_7qA7KRnXJHQR67mfEyZmUqkmXTkyXlPiFpsB8RC0rcXYK0mK9yQOx8IYwqtueutISNTq_IuSgwlWp7PAUlTLnB9iisbsVlew2Gjdw5StfbgaFlwXdAgg5wx0213f4/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124935404447506" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SwcEveP8swVsoHohZF9RgWgY4aQEwbDhebmnt-45rFnY7Xx_DPoXwsLqjC3EQI41gi_x2ZQDKNTB39lRGJgU2MXlZ9yj5OwMvBFlA-zvDVw1T7_lYQsOZvgdLzVonijagR4Q3abnCy4/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124755350890978" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Len and Gary Windass are out on the prowl already this morning.</span></span></span></span></p><p align="LEFT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tina's also up early. She's been out to get some milk, and now she's staring out the window, nervously. David wonders what she's gotten the milk for. There's still loads in the fridge. She gets very defensive about “getting something wrong.” Graeme comes in the back and SLAMS the door, making Tina jump and freak out at him for scaring her. She didn't sleep well last night.</span></span></span></span></p> <p align="JUSTIFY"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme didn't get any sleep either. He's gotta find a way to get rid of his stolen car. His mum's mate is back from her holiday now and has reported it missing. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tYgQHefbidV7gn9S6zzosH5AEdUsAfXNYFexCEuHxZbgUC_zlOic0TcAm9l6R36KTkRSIxPr_Dkm7_I-WTsZqakbCNnK_bTO-OSaEnDrhGOxWymb6kmvfUJeiUozt2IXBvJkDQqzOTI/s200/07.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124605761780290" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZg-dHK4FCraEMd1wU4GgbbHPv3c1F2w9-rQmRGv5NZhoI37KNqrhhqWsPmgIaZX8b2xHcbOJcdkLnVfno5BBAEM4Cj88dq2M8XvHzN4a-59Z9inHsANvdRC8MAFnXk8U9WF0jxSFcqMg/s200/08.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124606031113698" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwgTVo_dpybkKAjAuZWgfJxOxoWT-4ajgjwnlhdqo2U5r4AmTV5hHmtZxVLzEhZUaePiS9P-qCUiPKgcNy45BvqwQhXqAswAhxjpw9kv6SHfZCTaQUYr-DG-zPosfJ5Idk2TVLQxv_V8/s200/09.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124452843237922" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi255ddtIbEq20G2RRKFUV_HIeY7g9aQusVUJvDckEz5LWV9aitbLRlX5sKDPx9GXV0w-g9VkTPsRtGbREmYhkP5daaXPMvo6FQt8M7GRGRiOWSz04FdFHkpmJRhFE6r9-3aER6POS60/s200/10.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124455736680338" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe comes downstairs with a whole load of Gail's bags. Geez, they're only gone for one weekend. David sneaks him some money to take his mum out to dinner. Gail comes downstairs wearing QUITE the get-up, and David asks where she's going for her holiday, the 1960's? Gail FREAKS, and says the day she starts taking fashion advice from him will be the day she knows she's really lost it. She doesn't want to look like an emu. “It's EMO, not EMU.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe seems to approve of her outfit as he takes her in his arms, slaps her bum, and calls her “Sexy.” This doesn't go over too well with their kids.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">While Becky's mopping the diner floor, Hayley comes downstairs to give her her present. Becky thinks it's a scarf, but it's actually a “capulana,” an African... scarf-thing, that you wear around your waist. Hayley puts it on her, and she dances around. She loves it!</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-J-0DtaAIW0G4fTS-IR2haQ1bdgLhV9K1bP_Y5RnFImsBTaJ5P6yI2ZZXHyDi2Qws5oUG7mzUPB0LNa_c9gu5hSkNksvH9hynl3WgAYUlPFUxCEpyZHNGNWuQSRWLg_MO87YINv0kHB4/s200/11.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124300056130674" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1A0cKbb1ppUkapzyL1FMIi-3M1kjc3DR6wM6DnAs32CYyfQdwvF7Y-Ujnlib-mX_B_DcPMOsKfVkWP6vZsLS39KxiLEnIt-7Kxmbb69hK7qgcF8HPeUAsLvD2CWWCE5M0XxaVdO7TJhc/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124129463782514" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7K71nn5E1aW5OrX862-bgGxpDYV12kMfmmVo1_KO3fxKTW9Qsgqa4A4QhTkf_ZvmIB-hHfLusbE0yy7iNXoS1_3haaISFV1ahRVO14blZii70oQK4r1Y9G2VLhS6E_Ke8UPdyxvsb0hE/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273124137591128962" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Emily gets a call for Norris from someone representing the Cliff Richard competition. He thinks he's won, and Emily's excited too. “He's a great ambassador for Christianity.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris finds out he in fact <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hasn't</span> won. He's taken second place and gets a special CD of his greatest hits. “That won't take long to listen to!” Somebody called “Mary Taylor” has won first place... He's heard that name before. Emily says she's off to the hospital again.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">With Gail waiting out in the taxi, Joe can tell some thing's wrong, and asks the kids what happened last night. Tina swears they're just sickened watching him and Gail all over each other. If they get married, Tina will be dating her own brother!</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She finally forces her dad and out of the house, and David starts kissing her right away. He says he's having his “conjugal rights.” Not at this hour of the day he's not.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-h0qrl3NAGXofUv5OCNLvQLjINaDzws0m87r8r42HNGN3A3JeIcwcZJ_U4Zz5n5V4o3wS_UWU5p9FuAqScMXN0UiXY7HT_FbIPm4uV_jC425iFnIF-OxXWhm2CPFUdZjgvTZIDLK9Mg/s200/14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273108161337008962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkR8puxYMimjfwxkcNYPjghq5kHKQecUUc9o_PNIz07xPF7Gkjay_pZbyp7Yy4T0TK4BME8MkvGR40LJIeBc2QmqRXL7hxkdhJ0RV1Vohq2c0nrSxcFEenkeJZ-I9UsZaCYY3U88DNk1c/s200/15.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273108160991122066" /></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqURJSyQQ8INjGNWKO_17usweLli24CuECQcPUQVkQQJVw4t71z1LQUvKEr1YNXNjS1rGHqQ7KPrAp9bANyXNPpzeBYG3eRDiTP7cthyi7tn-ZkL6YRROVqqCca2Byo4ingp_-dHYquI/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107976909006002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiIgDUbHbIecf8jd_cWSYVwFaljAM_vCONE698PVjAjP93-WcnV92E_7kmM0HRplqo8qfLCzcH5Q9E5D8VuO9cqqvUUs8rGLjHwyymS_81g99zgmfKuXz6i5PLzAVdVOl8Q7WkKgPuI8/s200/17.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107977592437698" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Darryl's just gotten off the phone with his dad, and he slams the door on his way out to the back garden. Theresa goes out to see what's rattled his cage. Jerry's just told him he's selling the kabob shop... to Dev!</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Darryl says he could kill Dev. He showed him all his facts and figures to prove that he could run a successful business, and he used him. And that's not all. His dad's put the house on the market as well.</span></span></span></span></p><p><br /></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme, David, and Tina are out admiring the beautiful car, but like all the birds in his life, Graeme's going to have to give it the “kiss off.” He wonders how he's going to get rid of it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">From across the street, the Windasses watch. “Bingo.”</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzcDBLO1N_J5IFsqIITlGkPecBV-6tU7EnWGdPge2oXVaTWjmd3ci08gWjZKioZbBWidEKevdDbN-ynKgGDqEO04DwxOFpP3l7LdwwlAEysR-eCUW2GomuPqQjQf6xSU34AX9wxajkoE/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107842799394546" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3sn84qCU_lJycpNabbNoaT88tFSwMW8P_C50IyJ_8FcptlxN74K-3peCDK6G7rfgmqzcEhtPhOXkBafSR61poGh9ecNQmldHaQVf8hyphenhyphenfietMPWZGdFbuqUTjxvRYauWf3Run6gGizAI/s200/19.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107694608980386" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBuasDhFj6ztmdVF7p2XB-rUi6a1y44IJp5nWI4i-Q2k0whVFTiy0R3GExbT1xrSd6Wunx4J1snVGMLXypkG7zcgsBvhVY49rmhGWDAr_ZQBg4BBSnLUUVz3gIatXto6wmkpj-XW8Kqk/s200/20.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107696732500322" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve tip-toes out the back of the Rovers, all dressed for an important meeting. Michelle follows him out to ask where he's going, and he tells her he's got to go to the uh... brewery. She asks if he's meeting the bloke that spits when he talks, and he says that's exactly who it's with. She wishes him luck, and goes back inside to work.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley's standing over in front of the Victoria Court flats when Becky comes out, eating her lunch, to see what she's up to. Roy's told her about the apartments in his emails. You turn your back for a year, and everything changes. Becky says she's changed too... her makeup. She's gone “a little bit Amy [Winehouse?]” She asks what Hayley thinks.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I think that when you've spent a year building a school, and helping out at an orphanage, and when you've held a dying child in your arms... when you've subsisted for three days on nothing but a bit of rice because provisions were late, you soon realize just how important looks and makeup are.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She asks Becky if she missed her. Of course she did! “We're just great specks of nothing on the surface of the earth, ready to blow away at any minute. Who's gonna miss a great speck of nothing?” Her phone rings and she takes the call.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXNC4QsCqZRwzTGs9Fe8OqVIHWh9xKkMcfVNhSExDI74E5TmeDM8vJdHzF78QJOZ5rXhuPLOwKhyphenhyphenKBjWAjCDERe1o6rIQXeRNtwoQBBp9NQHLZqUHf5j2E0GbE1y_ozNd4SJtbrjSt_c/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107523308950114" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ_pqWDwsYVMVoDwQ3JTAqzNDJZGk5RMPcaAyViuETXqtKx_X3zuv7HhN4w4uDY0__6a9-vKZA0tJlnpSqgbLh-1s9fHOJxK1HKV15KVcmTZaxZvUtjj41QpMskPaUaMeh3XeFGg71FM/s200/22.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107525698331442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmArzS3FZ3rX0PJv6snkOxXfXBaTyfzDylMEdunLeaIv_2kcsnYFuitBY2-8Ksn6hcMZm-6McVF-ouEDefOud8Of6y8eRjMCZ42daRPWqLl81VBrdQOMSnsKt8x861wNgEvMHB6mf1hPY/s200/23.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107528805207058" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiox49uv14f_5UgQ0GSmPB7A1LmJwqgMxtYVlzrpYVNFpzSPTIJRQ4r87sTYLybaX1doe3pYBbgMgqjOCuMphYJOkMvu7hJvk2v_MURIq_9WVVCZApq7AhAF4hHlq2lZH7jRrqGjGNXaGM/s200/24.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107309330476210" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OOfcmJKBHsgEQVl7059ogV9YFjpCYLyaYROOf3c7yFGTZ7uasR7PiZdZr36pdTOwsVw5NxB0ueCtB8inFB1HTLYdjOq57Xv-sgaPqguO7Aecg8tzMaPMr2HBwchhtL-urEB0O9oT0QA/s200/25.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107313332972578" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley walks into Roy's and hangs up the phone. She's all smiles. She tells him it was Tillie on the phone, one of the girls from her time in Africa. She did take Hayley's bag by mistake, so she's going to come over and drop it off. She apologizes for wittering on, but he says she witters wonderfully.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She tells Roy it really is wonderful to see his face, and doesn't know why she's so giddy. He suspects she shared a lot with Tillie, maybe talking to her is bringing it all back. Roy asks if she's given any thought to when she might go back to work at Underworld. She says she hasn't, and goes upstairs to put a brush through her hair.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">While discussing what they should do with the car, David suggests he “set fire to his hot wheeled baby.” Graeme WELL likes the sound of that.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwW31Cvqxw8-ANYJhePqO_f2g21U-zCNkdbOw805Kh2uOd5JYOLxAVcKHb3dcVGlHeDbTYX1LOkPS6xaH81HuFQVoIhUXMUjghrFmcfFHWycyQnUBdznczM0VFe0GwEQtnBwSdiRZQPM/s200/26.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107159846605858" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCYR49jD0UIFTFFWHxymRFm888li0NCRfiEhlvEC3-4uTd8i_hA7YRVThEQR1UAPQPXm3toUXfJes9Z-103axwsP1c2WFcY4P5JiGgukxvfcLC2P1ZzwyZo_ogB90NXjlGuiYgITlKl4/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106873866760178" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Lloyd comes into the pub and asks Michelle for a drink... and a towel. He's just had that guy from the brewery in the back of his cab, the one who spits when he talks. He feels like he's had a shower. She asks if he was taking him to the brewery for his meeting with Steve. Lloyd starts to say no, but corrects himself to cover Steve's ass, AGAIN.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">At the kabob shop, Darryl doesn't believe that Amber didn't know anything about her dad buying him up. She swears if she'd known, she would have told him. Minnie tells him to stop yelling at her, but he says it doesn't matter anyway. If he doesn't have a job, the two of them are over. He's going to have to move to Spain and live with his dad. Besides, it was HER idea to have her dad look over the books for him. Minnie tells Darryl to get a life, a backbone, and a new girlfriend, and squirts him with sauce.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXUGepdJh_8tMBY6HN4FnDoiAatyuastQOGDDhJUyd-uzZmiZZXVAD2cRqFSzy1TvSNP2bklw16LplAq5PhnfdN5uVzLzWX0EvcJAZlZOpN2IMmAuVsC6gaP6ofnLlIvF6Di62cf4VdU/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106681681019170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpklXjVXGdTDrjlOxKgukh2UX_ZBtWOIGy1Wkeu4288MXSdc1SNvjcmfoPO9Joc5IywOE34NUKPYUh8wgrxstiFf68DjNJOyrvugq7ePeOgwh8-JJE2OBI-YNbj5nFV6EmdE27pvYfywo/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106724975787282" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nMV6BO4C9BIgRBl6TZz-wAQ2OqyMfUTdoJv237upXh22SxjPmwGSVfA_Eu9sfarltuZgxdKw7nvwTvHLaCJweDcP0duFAGO8O_1hon_AiDHsSxi8Qj9qP0W5t5suQfsVnC-B5s9bH9A/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106494238772578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4I-dhKY0UvGdwhsz7qHWcJXutTt1dq4tvKQvlqXfurxS0kpP5TnztBD4Y8WZqIYSDTq2pmEK3Yzs1VATaJFV1TCYpWTvODzd9zkpU6_jOJ_wmCLyE0pD6mm0dJz-CUMdUdl2B2UXsTQ/s200/31.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106498411460354" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme sings a little song as he skips down the street, petrol in hand. He sees a sign at the butcher shop that says “Job Vacancy. Apply Within.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Ashley greets him, but looks warrily at the jug of petrol. Graeme tells him he “wants to butch... do butchins... be a butcher.” He's recently worked a very large kitchen in a very large... establishment. And he's used LOTS of knives. He says he'll do two weeks with no pay, and he doesn't see anyone else walking through the door.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Roy finds Hayley standing alone in the living room, thinking to herself. She tells him she feels like she went to Oz, and now she's back in Kansas. She needs to speak with him, and they both take a seat on the couch.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8CGzsmJAhjhnRntbzxgYGMwkJi2r9XxmYE_vnNML72xaleTcTfQVaAKAr8tUez0DExC0Bgrpr26f-hHKtVDDGJhHkp_zGLsozraZaNdiH-sHRo0XoiUDSy5p0ngDCf4WGY9AtdSX6mA/s200/32.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106302730506338" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgo7d2ZuY5ZChF203ldsJpdwP4ZZ6EMUUwJkx-c2Ya8jm7C9K7gTo0gxE_QGnzCaqixK2B4udig-PmzmTex7qWaImM2WUWCuBQID9Qms3SgDY7XgAzuXIBQgj2mgSzIq2PipJQKjjyYvM/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106176644926754" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMpLqeOikZL3ELIczYdXN9eWLlGv26-2hYlQwoCB_L1VDdEq2rV2Ob2K71YENbXufvCa2zW9tPRjieEHs6-O5x03omEB-ISBnZF1E89gLWmNEe02uY-Riact3FwyWFSARfvAKdJUDUK0/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106177512093362" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Emily finds Jed Stone packing his belongings in a trash bag. He's being released. She asks where he'll be staying if he's been thrown out of his home. He says the council have set him up with a place, but Emily believes it's been scheduled for demolition. He tells her about the place, and it sounds HORRIBLE. She asks if maybe he'd consider moving into her spare front room, only temporarily. He asks if she's alright with it, and she quotes the bible. He says it will be good to see Coronation Street again, if only temporarily.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Looks like Graeme's got himself a job, as he's still singing a happy tune. Len and Gary notice his jug of petrol, and they both smile.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3M3Dv2NCk03vHHkOP1y4YhA4UvQHmP_AXF-PRsojr3cU8QhyphenhyphenBPe9xcMxBvz-Q6DDh7toL_GymZsWiZI6vBh9bHEkKdCpuT3GRkzGuJKn37byPI3s1xNN5-3p-miNfJj6Is6u6gROFGg/s200/35.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273106004177496898" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLt2r6qslJ_fK-2aS37qsfUluRx15F54PZGds-_v0enBoDHr91o8uKQ4DgQJqFxm7qzDIz78eptVYUMGBsvWEIWh3JpErt8WMhcjJBj1yXM2r_d9FNO1APmOJ4SNI-okPUJgOkzcNu4U/s200/36.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273105845416316722" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Darryl and Theresa both storm outside to find some bloke in a suit setting up a “TO LET” sign in front of their house. She says his father usually has only two speeds, “dead slow, and stop.” The Spanish air must be doing him good. Theresa goes off on the guy, who tells Darryl his bird is feisty. “EWW, that's me mum!”</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Next door, Gary Windass sneaks up to the Platts' door and grabs the petrol.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmSqCXRfYm-0H2xpjtXkWbZD1Isx1MB4YjCla1vok7doI_Y_BYIzs1KYKrrn5xffSXU0mHtPycKJNLoXePunaehxlDCCoXXRvpGwcvDu50OKCGL-Ne3eAZrHw5qVoS6sRpMD652ane0I/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273105433606882066" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVVG0DF48JFQmbhVlszpxxFUFHSca8pku-CsaBvuLmqjM7Tuf5rOWRqC2XUU_nNOm2f4gLKoUpLf3eH9UVbm5rJfYfMjLeB-8XW5d2BUn3vRuv-F2xAYCg6z64D0NblJqctzS9xwKyUY/s200/38.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273105277527743698" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMprSOXEucEmHvhykVxPGeN7XBCKctmnMgkO57fQzSsEaPIdj9I5lPibv4xlsvdbjDQk0sWcG_y5yoPQTAf1KfhYpMEqcxc6dEka8A3BDsKdwYzjtMf34WbV0rESkrokvL28hIG1Fu4EY/s200/39.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273105281951626274" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley tells Roy that Africa's changed her. Being married to him have been some of the happiest years of his life. But even then, she's had this hole in her life. When she was over there, the emptiness went away. How many people up and down the country are unhappy with their lives? She's one of the lucky ones. She's found something that makes her happy.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Roy doesn't understand. What she's trying to say is that she's fallen in love with the place and the people. But HE loves her, and he missed her terribly. He understands emptiness. He's felt nothing else since the moment she left. He's quite upset.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She wants to go back.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">On to Part Two!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Roy's rather distressed to hear that married life leaves Hayley “empty.” She tells him she had no intention to hurt him. Her feelings for him haven't changed. She tells him she won't go back if he doesn't want her to.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Just then, Becky comes in to tell her there's someone downstairs named Tillie with a bag for her. Becky asks if everything's alright, and Roy says Hayley had better go and see her friend. He asks Becky for some time alone.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRRfwBgkgnuSlhyphenhyphenvr_jhpR7a2gB_6_ZflhttScoJgitKnc8YiVU_eYb2ZX1DaZObHJ05g3MNwGDq4WQk1z_U0RwysYndxJncie-zN00zYT9exrSd37EY-oa_eQeLDBoqcaJbFDNTA_Nw/s200/40.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273105123799441586" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTT0OZ7O2dkzGd0Ba0OEwemWd6V8deov0m-KVrEqGCXarFl2Ij9gPPMeUXjKNNYO6kl-u7qZwPPl6__CpNPSHjclDWEg-OFpnf_mIsSY8XkpSGZRo1mKJE4_MTSL2Ly3RfFDoXs1H1rE/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273105131139241682" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIO5XRWE2Ek14inqN1k3SSApDsImK2YpP8DGbA-Ng7RLMtnYa6_qEfWbnZYLnFlZ_-ZYBhmRzww07rT7Scq1uUfJLQW4lVE0ymqAX06sQW_b8qUyrmzYYMffylVLuA4UohwVCBbP9UGU/s200/42.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273104839671222978" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme comes outside, and in the process of unlocking the garage, notices his petrol's missing. Gary and Len laugh from across the street.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris is frantically searching through all his old competition quarterlies, determined to find out who this “Mary Taylor” is. Emily tries repeatedly to tell him something, but he won't listen. He keeps going on about how Mary Taylor's name is in every single publication. First prize, every time.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Emily finally gives up and asks Jed to come in. He introduces himself to Norris, and Emily tells him he's going to be staying with them for a little while. Norris says they never know WHAT she's going to bring home.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJcbo7kbNhHkUTycKaDp64nF77v6tSavookQbFxXFcoul-_-HzDTJO9TxwGKmMi7hoCbtD8SM6BOP-kjcl0nxIixH0NcUfi8Hhm8iWMxIzJqmSxaH_M4Hwul0-0M2ys6vu7IMWdOMwKg/s200/43.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273104644589856866" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuYzbXFFkPIyv0YZngwzaa_pVvEqKvbH5Nb9sr9HfM3NJpKSFsv88uIOKcEvCXUj5e5_9t1X2x6uT2H3PY_qe63yPom-p93dNOotjwuw-Sezx5VAxmgc_8PlFVoSDQsH-XFGKaQDr_Gk/s200/44.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273104650418924434" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCe_DULDLXYbv4WX_VLKyqIBhj5uNOhUNqGqzZjg27B54BK-EJ73hZbKfxaSerSZqdNkJqEnsPfutKbZKI8XPrZ9dUvjyQG7uim6IP2p00XaaIO_13jaYHPAjVyooeQv5TrIVq_9gSgtQ/s200/45.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103944291771474" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HGqDlr77Z05rFJXKW9vf9PADkkhUuwH0z5B_OgWiQizLhaU32nOSsmpMx9svRAU3Cwx5-gG8ZTQ2fW6F7mGzzxU5xvEjsec3SgKykbgj4iAEETGOVGHDkYh8l3yYre_BGdiUUD8digg/s200/46.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103945366996482" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev and Tara are having a rather dirty sounding conversation. He's telling her they should just “try it.” If she relaxes, she could really enjoy it. It probably wouldn't hurt. They could explore that “sort of thing” together. She tells him she is never going skydiving.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Amber barges in, and tells Dev he ALWAYS has to ruin her life. He tells her to chill, and Tara tries to calm them both down. He has to admit that banishing her love-bird to a far away country was a pleasing consequence to his actions, but that was not his intent. Tara tries to talk to Amber, but she tells her to “Shut up!” and storms out. Dev apologizes for his daughter, and Tara says that maybe she should go talk to her this time.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Over in the Rovers, Hayley and Tillie are having a drink, and Tillie is complaining about her mum. She's only been home for a day, and she already can't stand to be around her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tillie gets a text from Olaf, their team leader in Africa. He's been badgering her non-stop. It's apparently a very funny message, because she bursts into laughter. Hayley's a bit taken aback because she hasn't heard a word from Olaf. Tillie sets her phone down, and says she's going to nip outside for a fag. Hayley tries to resist, but can't. She picks up the phone and reads the text. She throws the phone down in shock.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuZJAcmdZXzx08XtAljmgXvnqdZjC2wgS-Dejxxjlb1P24pdgX6xdSFgvO5zUT1c_KUBI7j1-XbdzlU_PvlqusFlUtmwJ8LieYQUN10gSY-MMSVcFDLxAmV1LXBqyj4TOi_mZGzT1gAM/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103760678901586" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJbx6uoJYhCxA0ic88K-yfp4oG-0Kn3q4XCR4AQM08Pova4Q8-W6IuI1tCt367kJca121hwEnBUfaIy9qNul24QkrVKOJ6eO_I4T1HjO9paJRpVpQLtbIxrDjveDmVN6bFlRAvd3p8jc/s200/48.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103761626550258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTy65XUqAv8vSUaUUYRt6T9EPw__gLdVndoRQPYEeJ_Qs_skrrRLZUWBrlBvHIgCb7F4b3wR4nce5bZM6D7mek8_-EGufak4mWBxyNFFLDT0OV0n38c8yUkWxDNg_26DIBbPCMx_ezCzA/s200/49.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103765438438578" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgip6ISo4FOwh3t1oWXS-GU8-Di837uMvua_Pk-dMWmGpgA6wPbXghGUhBtDIH2Rw51HRLdyHlUaAPsfmhAtnLy3eMrj_qnYrrgXmiK3Q0mgNnx1a5IIgAjT5OBG5awIxSDXTQ9hs8ZbrA/s200/50.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103540924711042" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrqqBOYPm5rez5ijyYz1HDEK4EPP2xp-kqPm6iWdBlJDOseqz2uMNSUWMhR2Ecjo4OUR3eEh64WqxJIGbIjKMbZbXwr1HK9FF-ymk1fIU7GD8DndeWkT2e_IMrRE53JNsT7mnXrDTUQs/s200/51.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103545976596290" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Out in the alley, Steve and Becky meet to discuss how things went with her solicitor. He says they just went over his statement again and again, but there were no hiccups, and they should be all set for their court date on Wednesday.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Around the corner, Lloyd catches sight of them, and asks what Steve's playing at. Steve says they just bumped into each other, but Lloyd knows something's going on. He's had to lie to Michelle again. If Steve keeps sneaking around, she's going to find out. Steve says they'll be careful, and he and Becky part ways.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tara finds Amber on a bench down the street, and Amber tells her to get out of her face. Tara says her dad's just trying to do the right thing. She wishes she would open her eyes and see that. Amber knows her dad better than Tara does, and tells her not to patronize her. “Was he doing the right thing when he slept with your mum, Tara?!” Tara slaps her, and calls her an evil little cow.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNu6uBUjlkYwfgpB9vpTfDE9KlxTB5kVgNhaPql3S7hxLXw5VX0XBTnXhtCEMF-bv4TnXA_eAvNaM4q8sP_K45cY-Ac7xE6rJG2UtJGiSkPMvSnCTNk_yalshYSNF37Zg4tJNSwBRfe4/s200/52.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103351560380402" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopF9SqU-AcVuC43mT6dSxnTaSUyshBDU9rVLnnjkefUA-D1fsv3MmXne4efizOvQ2Xe01yH3Grqo0BgOGMeUEqPZR0efOmA4b6ayPWPli839tr_bFwZSTkucyiCA8bUuv4ivXAQ3r6xU/s200/53.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103350382936018" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rYiDk4rVybjkqbOZdV4sIJn5zjnsaXQjR55uEarmVOJsS5sbpkMA_sqv3GG0CM_Y53ushAT2FTiQ0FDm3etY9EByW40GraYMXu58yOnB89oCOrLZkVJdik50j3b0XFtR5c_2ysUmttc/s200/54.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103230634736706" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme takes David outside to show him the petrol's missing, but David says stuff gets nicked off doorsteps all the time. Graeme accuses David of taking it for a laugh, and David tells him to get a life.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tillie comes in from her smoke, and Hayley asks right away if she was sleeping with Olaf. Tillie asks if she's been looking at her inbox, and Hayley swears she hasn't. But there must be some reason he's texting Tillie and not her. She says it's deeper than sleeping together. They had a connection... though he also had a connection with two other women on the trip. She asks Hayley if she feels left out. If she'd only put a bit of colour in her hair...</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley can't believe Olaf would do that. He represented everything that was good about that place. He taught her about doing things for the common good. She feels like an idiot for telling Roy she was going back. Tillie says she just doesn't like that he never fancied her, but Hayley says she doesn't expect people to fancy her, least of all a bronzed hunk like Olaf.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She thanks Tillie for returning her bag, and bids her goodnight. She tells her she WILL be seeing her in Africa. Olaf may be into looking after number one, but she still puts others first.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qAcKD8-ulJxo7ml8yG4xEUjqrd8xFBUh28HYPWC7PUVKDuUvXVv_3TFGEoI2Kc2EB51EwL6-C9x-9tp7AVe6LvJ7S59GLdbOirOFTN948NhgplVn_9AMIY9cylS8wEVxupoVW3_Nm-o/s200/56.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103044869831410" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUW_4jYkrewVIn_ss2G2Hkn2MkWst2bsUBAPjn8HlNdhbuLwyN5TnNtmFUrChPUdQJqIT67aeq3_Ied_4wKuMZ8N6Flz3W9AfosiZx_8qJGcLiyC9XaaTWQEKT0rDSDZWWYer0nvkwqnI/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103036910968338" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulKHkprighmFMhMI09UpHCs003qsK606ysT8GiZNwvDekQUGdbjt4n6aykKQZBw94E8ysapVRjCSDtnIk45IoPGcEwVAqs8dOSRfucmOg6IFMzrw87JBfBCE4jg3qC0c-3c9tG6W06Sg/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102875517603682" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David, Tina, and Graeme take the car out, with Gary and Len following them from a distance.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley returns home, and Becky tells her she's talked to Roy and throws her present back in her face. Hayley tells Becky that all she said was that she wanted to go back, and it really isn't any of her business. It probably isn't, but Becky sat there watching Roy count every second of every day while Hayley went halfway around the world to find herself. Becky says she missed her to, and tells her not to make her feel thick or small or stupid for feeling that way. She warns her not to tell Roy that it's his decision whether she goes back or not.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley says it sounds like the two of them are thick as thieves. “Newsflash, Hayley. You haven't been here for 12 months. Muggins here has.” Hayley implies that if it's been such a nightmare dealing with Roy... But Becky yells that she loves Roy! He's wicked, and she feels privaleged to know him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley admits that it's not Roy's decision. It IS hers. Becky says it's emotional blackmail, that's the game she's playing. Hayley missed Roy too, AND Becky, but she was the one that was out of her comfort zone, and if she learned one thing out there, it's that she doesn't like change. But she thought there was something good about putting your own feelings to the side and doing something for the greater good. Becky says she can do that over here. Plenty of kids over here could do with her help. She should know. She was one of them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley asks her not to make her out to be the bad person here. “Then don't be so flippin' selfish, woman!” Becky leaves. Hayley looks stunned after she leaves. She's trying NOT to be selfish.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBKitpGRCGFKRsec1GErVY4WqI3pZJDkK40hhZ_8gcR5w4IAONIUbsS8bypIwciXyTSq-m-mW1bcZB5HXFi1wRKgEkA75vpLUzA5CTYY2NCR-cCWC3Cw_N3jx3uCeG0_EiURmBrD5Ycc/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102735702308258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfVNflldlgBkE75TlTIQQON7lyOS04ofosR2d4NiE_FCMv0PICe2zkq6Rwin8uu97GT4v-b0BMZYP4SJawaWeRRZnD2t0DsJkPn-TBXXIcDPSzOxPS0Zu-SuO2G0VjDxh_NhJqa9VRWc/s200/59.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102738631471426" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSTuxW8RP0N55LGZwvAV1_5HsdZ7OORNtBDZz_IdHleoJjqUeEzkPIcJdRR8UbrBpSjAgyzNJR3jC2MRfRwjI4YczFoY_Bdtz5kws9FcYasV5vTmRag70I0hqydFiSnKPrEDHgPhgL2M/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102579514704146" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The gang run out of petrol, and pull the car off to the side of the road. David tells Graeme he'll have to go buy some. What's the point? They're only going to ditch it. “The moral of this story?” says Tina, “Don't nick cars.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David says they're going to need some petrol to burn the car out anyways. Tina gets out of the car and starts walking. “You're on your own!” David follows after her, leaving Graeme on his own, yelling after them.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tara returns to the shop and immediately confronts Dev about sleeping with her mother. He doesn't know what to say.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn-puc5zzRuUzyjD_EwlbCH-SEnPaQGAXCDE4VGf0IjuCb5Feiqdthyphenhyphen1ttgEuXCdUWZ4mW6VPRIb0u3NT4OatC4jeB0bcMId68-ZIGQikprFoQxUyWzyyWDc9yIF9k6_XglQvODbxYPk/s200/61.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102460646064642" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiC6hoiK2kDKg2wIj5u74wVrNN97RRKUjErLp-ga4M4QFv2usc3R0QnYtWzA0ZS7xnPzEeVeLLrmMCCl-IxvFa0Pn0-bQ_kTiTAmqyZqqpz11YhyphenhyphenjEU-jEdR4PfJVmjb9j7TvRM04JdA0/s200/62.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102316406254546" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApgVuyNP09hZn9EBLbp3AAUkq_O_9-c_vZtbNjH7SKdvxzQKuZQM-aaqo8gnb-eneso5WtIJ9A5kRyTJKxHG-uBas9zJk8XnArUjEggZvEwUczxpckIGgnyNm6yZypBKgASDLhL7gNIs/s200/63.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102321483894450" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Over dinner, Norris asks Jed how he came to be out on the street.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Two words,” says Jed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Credit crunch?” guesses Norris.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony Gordon, a nasty piece of work. I reckon he's a gangster. He got him and his heavies to get me out of the house, while they knocked it down.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Norris tells him there's a Tony Gordon that runs the factory across the road. Scottish? Thinks he's better looking than he is? That's him. Emily says maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, but Jed says it's fine. If this is the same Tony Gordon, he'll make sure he never gets him out of another house.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Alone in the diner, Hayley weeps.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKE-Xmi_arOvOn6YRm2mof5442V4b5xKXG5wH0m4yx50X7ogJC2PtemJhbW_hmSYd3nPyswKxbU1Ajlc8KSyPFR_9git0Cy6CJ9CiCdiEE3inR6TDAZUYUUiVE6oalQm68m2fvmyczkuk/s200/64.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102175188513378" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTwwfLvyTCUdzsL-ORlmPhGr-CxGHr9LyFCJCbW5q8tdrcQZ6uboBZq-tJAyLPHB51Fcnn-lVc0GYukls1DsZIdDWAaJaE6ix-nIy2dficXGNdSd-GxQ-qeMOtkHXiltzP-6-UDn8l78/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273102026339895474" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">On his way back to the car with a jug of petrol, Graeme leaves a message for David, yelling at him for leaving him all on his own.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Emily and Jed head into the Rovers, just in time to miss Tony walking by. He's talking to someone on the phone, presumably Carla, telling her he misses her, and asks her to text him her flight details. He'll make sure he's there to pick her up.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcVMZk_Fxn3HG963MsczOlKT4_0nX1TpWbPeqVw-DS5mFmjpC8csAoTpA4o9Bb3vt_Jlae_nUUaZTyHfRPoNX8WMuWpzmknUS2fqANJbs0AzQCwmRZeiidcLFJ1-m4G_VydJJjy7takQ/s200/66.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273100358936334754" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IiPgmRNgy7syySB1p1LLfIlOfmMSdqXGWZIlAe7f_vtXigh1j8cqoBiI3v_PHw0qy5Vq0IMmTwy4ql8orkQzrJ0WyQruxGZpS5K9mjtgq8lJsMoDQe3-qqXD3F0KpNeMffo9VRQ6EzM/s200/67.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273100190719280226" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFle__x1ih2bA6Pi136yBO7cGezmJls-IA9TrHTRTnD4GVo3FaPDFJrQgzpm-jidMTKVvvKBXXIMLu3ed4ms72G7JJv225mCEux56ruX2FjInTJOl-WgfpVWaaIjg2sUxWjBIZITDp7U/s200/68.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273100196582647554" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMRj9cjHgi1Fu3OBsYoXF9sgKdX7baKkeHtkbZlxWIkqWUt0loKx8rov1rFE6VImACnDgFxgKeMpP3t8IT3QDhDhGK-5Fh0sP_jRPIGroD73IvzfWwaI0ZngGeCn1U-zCxGRKQ_mMOfc/s200/69.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273100196520189954" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tara tells Dev that she wants Amber to be lying, but they both know she's not. She's not promising anything, but she might have some respect for him if he tells her the truth,</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev, tears running down his face, says the phrase “crippled with shame” would sum up how he's feeling right now. He and her mother had a brief fling. He was very taken with her. He was a big fan of hers when he was younger. Whatever happened between them, he's sorry it's hurting Tara now, but it was over before he'd ever met her.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She just wishes Dev would have told her himself, or that he'd had the descency not to be flippant about it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">What a mess. Another man I can't trust. My father has so much respect for you. Now we know exactly what that time was you spent with him. Foreplay.”</span></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Steve returns to the Rovers, and when Michelle asks him how things went at the brewery, he says he got there and it was canceled.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Her mum called, and it's her parents' fourtieth anniversary next week, and they're coming over on Monday for a few days. She thought they could throw a big party for them on Wednesday, the day of their anniversary.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">When Michelle goes upstairs, Steve gives Becky a quick call. “What's the day of our court date? ...Yeah, right. Thought so.”</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYtE5jKmPQAYVQPO-vRGtwMz9opcsiIWxORrzi1zjfiRlL60ztYNy86KCGvr8xLjJy6HJaMjW3r5px8qJnmCAAT7_G3mQpqZ39hJlK6D40wV17OWbeViHKB6HJBvM2dbvDBbAST15G7sc/s200/70.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099984910769442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyEhuRdvgwlnkxTmIsVChUduBKGgM4j3IzWq0Z2ljIISyDLHJfUqr_K04zvxwN5xdpxIJeyAUoIK7JoXxYvlZS4rRZhKdVB0Uz25LoX39Np4AtupHkGK7VbWkDb-Qia6QglYwxV0B4r8/s200/71.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099984301405858" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSthbmczVSs4wekvEJTxhDj0_cxyXuUqiTylFFCXHcGkVwGpD3peGwYsgCaUuX7yhUiw1Ozk0ZYFJ7Vw010ftTjGiO7d8RvmvGiGOBWXUINFs4mC50xcxI-ByvXcCR57kLIN8oo2Gy_w/s200/72.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099783938437442" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme's still on his way back to his stolen car, when all of a sudden it speeds by him. It's Gary and Len, and they're hanging his petrol jug out the window, pointing at it and laughing. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Hayley finally comes upstairs, and Roy tells her he's been for a walk... in his head, trying to make sense of things, everything she's said since she got back. He's come to the conclusion that, because he loves her, he must set her free. If Africa is what makes her happy, she must return. In fact, he insists on it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She comes over and sits next to him. He tells her he loves her, and that this is good news. She says she loves him and doesn't deserve him. She's been doing some thinking of her own, and asks him to hold her hand. She's made a dreadful mistake, and she's really sorry about all the hurtful things she's said. She's not going back.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span> </p> <p><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She puts her head on his shoulder, and they sit in silence, neither of them knowing what to say. She asks him what his walk was like. He goes into great detail about the green fields and the poppies he saw. He puts his arm around her. She asks if it was sunny. “It was the brightest day.” She closes her eyes and smiles.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvXCY3d3CxhKSTqIgp7bbRdcViUJv1B4c9XAS0EW2eSJgEf88-5SOy7P_yHzGyuwUpj2_Q1gsFRf2taDREwlCGAQ-PcyAcj7D1RlGtEeKLUcyWWkNnkJCLqVcLTE9BENFOectQ6FCXvU/s200/73.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099640704328770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlPgbXo9Chd_1CI6NifDieCrwiBD3K6KPa1YcH7hu7QhHVYxBbXm2_iy4zxdLTHPZerh5d7x_buCchUgdV0bBY-_qG9VggsGqRa_FNBada70iicSfCAFGAxS2ugDcA1jeSe20I0BqgPg/s200/74.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099643065901650" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPKNgPhHcgy00ogdJPQKraa2HKsrTVYmrTaF9V3edwqG_D4O7sMWAZeSEr8pvU6OSrp8sDeca85d5Xj3ljnY1gIMvnJkV96ietiWPfDbJxuUJTB-iG-aY1ybcTbLoQeBOcHjZeo8n6iE/s200/75.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099196702461426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1jeS95hIK9EzWdprN4X1onYenc00D6OZLHnPMDvhdT3mP1j-fPrql4eXYPs0M8_qTRx7WEjvoD6sZEMI-f00hjl6H0I9sY4oSX29JMsjLlUwpElmcxjOVDd5aaoniFBGpLlsi4sm3nM/s200/76.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099197976117314" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-42026917215473787962008-11-24T09:40:00.056-05:002008-11-24T11:44:07.878-05:0017th November, 2008<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Part One</span></span></b></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="RIGHT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> </td> </tr> <tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Written by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mark Burt</span></span></b></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Directed by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kay Patrick</span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's the day of Hayley's return from Africa, and Roy can barely contain his excitement. Yeah, that was sarcasm. You know Roy.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky's made a welcome home sign. “And before you ask... them is lions.” She asks who's coming to the party, and Roy says they'd both prefer a minimum of fuss.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHerOQi3DrVBz0iEFshuFE0qT5fPcIgY3xLAk3-5jpAJxzzDW3_QPDWYUVFRQ9rwlXPuO497XJyDZQi8_uCPmzeZOSa46TohQmZ1FdGUdMEq3xR95TL7jSsr2S83fLg05TAafOSMWZa_8/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253369338754978" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsUavka9lgBWXaKPspF9LHquRHe-LMo20zKf2LcvoH0e8yUrm8JgfTBiB3qsqxeMUIcujxCtNprHWMT454YhwrB4jMnonqIDKTDC4W9xQMcWklUsfFshLfmU0E1dDGbEXNLG0gZr-sQI/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253378332505682" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rdsQVC3jqdj8sLha0CLOoR0ecJoufdPzZP5mpWWBk-rCLjZr3q8cBm0gJo9rwB3mpYHgx6RV5CCsW6hZFCC6sPs0L2CNZvUZsskWuehx_a_CWwKF7NPBtAh1h8Spf6xQuHsjHdTLl4I/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253110946858194" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wH-i9Q6VhuKlEOCnNJKWOlM6k-2PAHsD_IwCbUXFpXZCRPQqGrVLQbmkMhmWX46cg_poXMgAM-wiSYgslypALSev8LnOe4fTq0B0gso2SSBUz0XqvmQJAzQ5ISkWH8w9WaKu7UyYu2Y/s200/04.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253111180459970" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">David didn't sleep well last night. Those Windass nightmares will do that to you. But he's pretty sure if they were going to try something, they would have done it already.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tina overhears them talking and asks why Graeme has to “have his back.” Graeme comes up with a quick lie and says that David's too scared to ask her if they can have a boys night out. She says David's free to do what he likes when he likes.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Molly reminds Tyrone that they're meeting up with her dad tonight to decide on a cake for the wedding, and asks him not to forget. He doesn't seem too excited, and makes it clear that he'd much rather spend some more time at the gym. Remember, “the gym” is just his cover for making some shady money with Auntie Pam in order to give Molly an amazing wedding. He says he has to go the gym tonight because he's not really a morning kind of person.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wouldn't say that, babe.” She gives him a cute smile and a kiss, and she's off to work.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOWOQxm2G7TL2UA7qls7hhNVLc_WSekDuQeay6R34XL80pEml15RYNbCqu8a-SuepjIdqrzx4dibuRqoqJyz2A_of-mqAQgxOnjRIR0EfCF7VdwzlceH_qAkAV-1xDtiaroW4g0X6b5E/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272252318585460722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzelmjdxNOhxJl-aZFjIbNYpYV6p2-Jwc1j_BMLZA1Ejyngg0HZzC0cDbnmHf9tmPfKpUb-Z805ZDeyly-1KYdi2pG8os4clDy8630cbH61VKxk1HwhDvsLBbSxnVfsxqRljZjZENwn0/s200/06.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272252320519410754" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI1tWcNOn989F9VhfnshYijaJeH4kf1SIibCKLVtL3In7-D01fShxb5a47bjuYDysyOzMDmwTwJbfuMAgd1OItJoDl47JqiLVyM9lKtT49KCRERv8aSS8aQnh-VDPXHuVpVHjNs76YOU/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272251605084100002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEhw_K1Nz52fWdugGKNKLUOHwhfP45e2wwSrBnSyamVipQwjefQV3Ye-Ij_gEHJ49tUDvq3GpAZgy9vOKhBQEhJ8j8zR2hohW_d9no5pkYZDknCjaG1L0azoevp6epjbFk0NYiMmsvTs/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272251605716968578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslXzx0wYyp1wWnlsFlpMMzXKHhyphenhyphendEt5C08zeTE72JVPOy5IBJHYkuyIiHvAUWNtXh-SMngKD0zhS7A6Y6Q_KwzafmbbRYD-dVUvm5WxMOGyQcT6p4YqOdReIr2CoWZwBwwN_Mog6vmuM/s200/09.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272251602556084770" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While setting up outside Roy's, Becky sees Steve, and runs through the rain shouting for him to wait. He tells her to pipe down. They're supposed to be keeping things quiet. She's a little freaked, and asks when he wants to meet. They have to go through their story one more time before he sees her lawyer.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky's ex, Jason, drives by in his truck, and says good morning to her. She tells him to “BUG OFF!” Steve is mad that she's told Jason off in front of him. If she doesn't quit being so obvious about everything, one or both of them might be spending quite a bit of time in jail. If he thinks she's gonna start being nice to Jason, he's got another thing coming. If it weren't for Jason cheating on her, she never would have gotten wasted and gone on her drunken vandalism spree.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky runs back across the street to Roy's, with Jason watching.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWivjZ1PWvnTMam1eACqSYNWhJ0hIASz-tSOhy3zRPBlB9FHg7-sJS2OExIS99T9MfDSZ8NCTcrPQ8sdaeTWwMffn8SmfKHu60GhhlQRWMAIjv71qqUeM8COmoYlZXXchhPXmutcLghc/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272251275888501074" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHZFqLOejS8fJ8xVkmyGBqt-CuwjHw3wQPq6b1uDyPFY0jAAWcabNdcuX8SUneSFNLWGH1mf2fj_1HvPNvYdTa5wsDn2-dtnv8FIFLNhB4w27wXUY1AOF5zjcLo33DzMNFw5rwCdfahog/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272251110747039826" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOALqN8uWDkZso6_G9DdV02DTjOrdat0G791rWPLLI6DmEAdretzF0mLj3nwQzUynZR9exxOJJDPeGU1Kn-0YCM14TjREKGl0vqKHk3GN6WiarXRLHx268v6BNdRJ90Rgrn63ECSgOSU/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272251109208800194" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Joe shows up late to pick up David for work. He can't stay long. He's got a few perspective customers this morning. He might have to give David a few days off, because if he doesn't land every one of these jobs, he won't be able to pay him, let alone take his mum away this weekend.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Joe shows him a slight problem with the check the Windasses gave them. It's signed “Santa Claus.” He reckons they should go round their place and apologize. David says they've got nothing to apologize for, the Windasses are in the wrong here. But being right never ones paid the bills, says Joe.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Roy can't decide whether he should make Hayley a traditional African dish he's found in a cookbook, or if she'd prefer something “quintessentially British in origin.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky tells him to get a move on to the airport. He doesn't want to be late picking up Hayley. “Oh, and Royston, if you want to remind her of Africa, wear sommat... HOT.” ;-)</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENJhySa1KSL3YKlbVEwnw248PVGsaQoWCu1QL-AqEQKPmIgGrIAZxapzllJcD34CIFeGYRPYI-ZoD4jD8roqrtb1pWBdjRbURMWCb-d9XgfKuyldRr6qBvup1OyW6bdbRy01a0l-9Dpxg/s200/13.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250862590666146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8BQLFwXRiX31aXSk1Oc6a_ODxcjVHHcbfbBMvxMEAVko7z1vrPShEb755_eeBOhzxbqYk5WJAoJz63kg68LCqR31xIjHRNEtHhyphenhyphenwvH_XbLUnpew97ZLLzG-IIdZPC_cv4wBy_WjzhXBC4/s200/14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250880292048402" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb2uuQL_kaDkZ5qx9-e1FUlebOM3Fc338TSMfOxI9xi1WT0qpEASF0C-FiOWRmFf42UrVaA2pKe8O1vH3mB4MgUfUkDGHLmftmgBw8bSw22giFXG_L5-sb3_4gUe7DrqACdm4uIl65JMF/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250588141286066" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoSjQI8SNQG6JZzvuBB-VLjVbHN2S9O61NuI8EdAN367Je2ueD265YvNW9l9EkkAcwGBitI9yGLNKgmH_aEE7iVkzuSno3hZ8QozkAijRxeMjzLzH5Ob5zifhXOo0_RhLc46h-Hqz6_Vs/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250586277215298" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPa7q1GSXqHVgBiBbcNP8w8ysIE96XUG1vz1-mfdIIXsVLYLh-LpE64vEHumbeYQdIXfjEjEhpUCMVtuVzC0oinosFyyHGduVZq-hx2yxwQclp7zSCX-0qrm6O0QPydXj6g8Vl1pk1j68/s200/17.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250589166834242" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Darryl's all dressed up for work today. His mum tells him she can handle things for the day, but he doesn't quite trust her. She says she gives a 100% to this job. “Yeah, right,” says Darryl. “20% on Monday, 20% on Tuesday...”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some girl walks into the shop. She seems to know Darryl, and asks if he was hallucinating when he bought the tie. Amber runs in after her, and gives Darryl a kiss. The girl is Minnie. She and Amber met at college. She's gonna show her the new flat. Minnie keeps giving him a hard time, and Amber jokingly asks her to leave him alone. Minnie says “No promises,” and seductively blows a bubble in his direction. Wow... what a whore.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jason's telling Michelle how brutal Becky was with him this morning. Michelle thinks he kind of deserves it. Jason can't believe she'd say that. It was Michelle who told him to come clean about his phone-affair with his ex-wife, Sarah. He just wishes Becky would talk to him. Michelle suggests that if he's really got something important to tell her, he'll just have to find a way to make her listen.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJx5zd_1SXJFtyg7sRwwjEoFfneQDvXtXC7J2ddSnRcqhejR9B4LaFJ_MIZ06pamQFNo5DNHG8O-sUHxUByst4VDhyDgvw2wmNtf4GOrUBaUSo2UiWE8X3OihzpmmuXoxzcSn33tpfIlQ/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250317457381954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_Q7EExE0uJNFpyc91P30A_-6Cdwumt5qBwXIIAnHqPfJdzxoNDS-yq3PliZUyCaCLoq5h2yRrqZn2TXs51Ir_5h185_6uCTK2sDdvxG-svUEhJuZlTIUxO3QkcFUfeoG_McqkymKnp_o/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250314673378258" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBivatX28fGs2iNXmYENSmKtta4AzODWKUpqYYweSGsCBT0-pGVkSgc4SVTC1Ans6VcRPAz7IVNJpcPlRsJ0LadpvVokquVc91V-D_M1ytO9a5mufvQGlVYOP3zxfgwhmwUOf-WGo-Yo5z/s200/20.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250076167478482" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Len and Gary Windass are parked on the street arguing the merits of online poker, when they see Joe and David return from a job.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">David's giving Joe a hard time, saying the last woman was “gagging” for him. His mum might have some competition. David runs across to the Kabin to grab them some drinks, and the Windasses see their opportunity.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15ngRX-pIIDsOgFA9xCEdmOEQFPQJSdXK-WRG5aYN7YnBcLDhvyNPOa3_PBxpO6PAkDvVweEtR_h_bKWlKnXiRHG15S2R9kWqULEjzKjjntlJ-GpaeVWRZB8NBC3argZKMTAdU5PD6fds/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272249890842036146" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz1tg1ZmAyp7-pWu4geFt1XH8MKqRLvRZqNI06SCuBDehAD2yl5NQqeVopZ5aLyomJ9W4wBAvfSQW3fPqwRRJ3XAjIQ_osenpuT_RNU_JNGgpr_EqKfB6y5YoAtqRyi18xjxskVLsyEbP/s200/22.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272249684929998722" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky inspects Roy's outfit before she lets him set out to pick up Hayley. For the most part, she approves. She grabs a large bouquet of flowers she's bought and stashed under the counter. “Go and fetch your lady home.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Len pops up behind Joe as he's on the phone with a customer. He lets Joe know who he is and why he's there. He tells Gary to grab his tools, and he takes ALL of them. “Consider this compensation.” As far as he's concerned, they're squared away. “Don't make us come back.” David walks out of the Kabin just in time to see them drive off.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqymSeNEF5El_lFGbB8sz-Y8uNRFA-lwtcv6fLqHhfX6G_rjbjZi0sDx_3TfEqmUdAFlpxiDQ2K4Z3TzX6eRzImvtqzED4co1GpmmO6XF6bpvVphqmn3fQ_ZJyNDg5IBTCeF-JBlkOcuc/s200/23.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272249266122871794" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3Z7NrA7W3jIwS_4Onfy7CxI9X0p_nRQO6GM9IOxFcHVhSHP4X69s6dCtbxtQKy_soyktrqXIxnm7dCIyyGQkKMecqwybLXyUN67avNQJKYTGzwCZNAu-0qG9qHA9ximjWbj8U1ReiJFL/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272249271299283714" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOHInZ-nF-2_JWaWJymKaGt7RJsADX6rsz0b7Qa4wAhPZpsUPVuVVLnz6KOjAv20AbW17-7P8bxOEVolhu1PZMTtw8_ew85x_5Lmf76wL_eq7JawqeYfGynnUUODe69YpYc_Ek-WqvkxG/s200/25.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272249096042457458" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeQrqnZYDxHDtYi7PISO7jHKOz3slK6T1IPIM5otezjq7Xud-Z9TgHlhkfrks37CHE-96BlUgAM68tyHJmj23iRDqtj9YSD19OFvNV3maTjAErMr95CCoT8b26jw47Sm-O2vwiSVklzIc/s200/26.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272249093923746450" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">David feels horrible for what's happened, and he suggests they call the police. What good would that do. Threatening the Windasses in the first place was illegal. When will Joe ever catch a break?</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Joe goes to rest his eyes for a bit, and David gives Tina a call at work. He tells her to get home as soon as she can.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Over at Dev's flat, he's on the phone with someone, and we hear the tail-end of a conversation in which he says he's got “plans for Jerry's.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Amber, Darryl, and Minnie come in, and Amber introduces her to Dev, who says she's welcome to stay as long as she likes. She blows a bubble at Dev too. >_></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Darryl sits Dev down and tells him he's got some exciting new advertising ideas for the kabob shop.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUBUteiP7tkKnVECMgFguf2GWMLtxY7SbQyQqXCKShpBogk-V4MAnZU5UTzfHHk89kVKGnh7yIlMPcuADRWaNHLfJ2vPY3LcvmEaEmEfecPsaL4aPR16tAXIDjW0vhiOZ3sVr00OOfu4G/s200/27.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272248834766217858" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKPw3m51TW9XTGyJ30nE-OOy138ZQ2CqAFY0_b2abIM4ndiCnMMriBEgnQXS1RkvGd7w7jiJmyKKrN7sIRJHtZu5m5nYSbiWuyQjH2bNll29PXQ5_5MjHCuqTb8AKznlzhn4mE3QvEiJd/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272248832743016834" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYy9yfDzhamsAv2FuB5FLdrB9XeLjKoOe_q7jaGKWT3UV9tbMQUZOViEBDtFmngTm4qwq-dNrSZclGlO5bqpxGnQM-iY5_x1zquxyHp9RXG1WMB_PdTQV_xHlG9WNJ8nQy2bAvrPkont2a/s200/29.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272248403159422978" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_RdAfV4-8kg_DM7-SP3jhBRaoRnO6vVjY7BcXi21bbzVZXSnRQsJi3WOiEaeRMlnXChV604TLf7ahvKeCZ_6Fckmk1Q1klo2HdoCBBmrTnFfhwxj8RRLDApfnWmrc-RIEwR15UgtBBEFL/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272248410665385122" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Molly tells Tyrone they'll probably be trying a lot of cakes tonight, so he shouldn't stuff his face beforehand. His six-pack will have to go on hold. “You mean like forever?” asks an eavesdropping Jason. Molly assures him that Tyrone's at the gym four nights a week, and Jason asks what kind of training he's doing. Tyrone awkwardly makes up an answer, and Jason gets in one more fat joke before leaving.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Molly tells him not to listen to him. He looks great... but maybe he should leave the cake tasting to her. She doesn't want all that work to go to waste.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Darryl's brilliant new advertising strategy is online pre-ordering for kabobs and burgers. Dev plays along with it, but keeps looking at his watch. When the doorbell rings, he's there in a flash. Amber watches Darryl in admiration. She's so happy her dad likes him now.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's Tara at the door. She's in tears. Dev tells the kids they're going to need some privacy.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXe8wywSyKBUs9Vw4XhUquW7WpLT97kudmM99ozb9EKQmfsyKiD3cHaEepeCZdZswtc54ECE2cObTb8Npnq6wZbJgA9OI55h2mqiGg2A96HPX1PmdmW_DtBHZ2BgOJTcdzOjlDmrAw74Pj/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247569513830914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uosd7XJWKbbD8pQ4bKnPy6JbQIOQnQ67S8N4lm62lYIGqYKHm6GhhGcEB88BhEVDk2uvEwdBldlf_6MFN0OGjoFFXPiYGuDVjBW9OcHm1TY0rpmGq4SLYfiaKaYZj5rlvM7uwwl0g8O0/s200/32.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247569628014322" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWeBtrgkz8s7OiW7YIpc-0Mz1zPOuGgURvm1ei4SaCYn4YF5OcOV4vl_mW6mpVj-58hTqMKti3pOqOAv7k3G38j-wn5wAJtsSTEjRAsb6uOzZC_ZOw_iv6aebcjKTTEIrY8ufCBv0WcmW/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247017434849842" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKLmDMy37be3W_KTDHqkFRvg2t1R71NMVXK0Ow5JMLxdXlZnfGGhiNlFLWMvR8_hYXubv-lzgjwNICICk3JkaB1UaUGFf_T1zkQiOJOVBMv3ArasGbyXz_7PfvKUkrDskBUd53KL0z5ec/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247024316910706" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnwMuS-1R3WUoB0_QDH-vt0lwoZOTVdfud_GbI2xk0qIkZaZ6eK8yHbPQvfAooouF11cIz1JzztBoi1b_ItjFGV2hwcXBtHlDJOw5IrrHN7QGow70LhNRPjjOp0-x5OiIqoCEjFXEBNRJ/s200/35.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247031749006882" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tina's home, and she's ENGRAGED. The guys have told her someone broke into the van, and stole the tools, but that they didn't see anything. These things always happen to them. She's about ready to kill someone.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gail comes home for lunch, and Tina tells her what's happened. Gail doesn't see what the big deal is. She's sorry it's happened, but they must have already called the police, and the tools were insured... right? “...You know what I'm like with paperwork.” This just sets Tina off again, and she swears, when she catches the person who did this, they're going to regret it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tara apologizes for barging in and letting Amber see her like this. Dev tries to calm her down and asks her what happened.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tara ran into her ex in London when she was picking things up from her flat. He'd been drinking, and they got into a fight. Dev says if he's laid a finger on her... but she swears nothing like that happened. Her ex had told her he'd had an affair, which she knew. But he told her he'd had one... with her mother.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dev goes instantly distant. Apparently the affair started at Christmas, and went on for a few months. They'd go away on “dirty weekends” together when she was on a business trip. And he had the nerve to say that her mother had seduced HIM. It sickens her to think of all the time she spent confiding in her mother after the break-up. Dev is speechless.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYlwvxvsBjSA9C0-dvCAKWwKwgWhxWl-SlVQY9vQVWuSPT77ogtssmhN2Rc8IrepHIuJ0_a_k34YmZcNRIzWmdTenMpESnOTLUAgHqPWf2wdK2VzL5q0whjtmbrT543p6kjskAqmUuvPJ/s200/36.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272246645722044834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGy6e11uvgvf51bRm6YEv00GgntJ-Oyi6Z8x4M7jsNsXI2IsOeXvdfbtdw3P060nzHkAaMOWdzL7KRMULBsUYiIIQtqA4FBeoo5vcaVxVbcP7S4KQndvwxryBwSdnSSsgl8e_ORsPYtFLb/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272246649564595282" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO-6YTp9XBjFuP5gKJ1YPXpxCzcc_EDL6JbJC7ltbSnJLJSsjJ4n2iKS43JhWsa4tVU-qWWopRbf1UzBy1oClNgzPm_7Dxnpg3F4wqHh7UYO6A32A-efOazH4w_cxwqi1wGVazlx0h1nV/s200/38.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272246408928167490" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNgLQSjqnREcB0qJEVAV4sttEwOFeNGpdQj-lC0aE-37HLPjLBhpZ3jge2wC1bTOqmpDfrFsu5TDMLcnvlvz0bOCmOn1qvZRaqtugxlG2Zk47GTfCFjHHfItFYe2CQxLZA-MH17DjnT-U/s200/39.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272246406137702626" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Amber's worried about Tara. Something terrible must have happened. Darryl says that whatever it is, he's sure Dev can sort it. Amber's thrilled that Darryl thinks so much of her dad.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Darryl's mum, Theresa, comes in, and is uncommonly nice to Amber. She tells Darryl he's really hit the jackpot with her and her father. He should break the family tradition, and not screw it up.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tara's really beating herself up for not noticing what was going on right under her nose. Dev says she can't start doubting herself now. She's so relieved Dev's there for her. He can hardly make eye-contact with her, but he assures her he's not going anywhere.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He asks if she's been to see her mother yet, and she says that's next on her to-do-list. He's obviously trying to keep her from going, but can't make up an excuse to get her to stay. She just wants him to promise he'll be there for her when she gets back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzGABkjNqkOSgHyA7ylzl8t5wNrCDJDF-tzdxDg-sqdBYT-CqTch1Is1CyMmbPhz8dF_wbmELpHVk6eLqWiNyk1l0W2lgfOUwB_vW76CEuCitd_22PXI-KfilZop-KdXSBZ0vdYorBVxe/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245798215330770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZAaCVW0NCNXnJSidyHiFaARp8XD9BrjdjTZatqLMvDN7UyBMjaP8Climepdy6xLHvGGR5PE6r1pAfOGdvKF1xDwGmrnSd1R4dbR5EqxbcJ5OkJf8pUPgGBaOHqUqHZwTe5zrAWsJETJh/s200/40.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245796322305554" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUtuu9GiUiYjPhyc9gJN0gmzAghCAZHo1vvh44FFKvCuIdB72uZVlhhZtD_6PQlVmcBiaTgIa7VBpbwW5PFhBbQ9m6MGwDshL28jveOMKD_rKAm0gxoRSCGluTALFyzClCCpNIA8NVnCY/s200/42.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245079510744002" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The bus drops Roy back off at home, but he's alone. Hayley wasn't on the plane, and he's very worried. Becky tries to convince him she's just missed the plane or sommat. But wouldn't she have called to let them know?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Auntie Pam pokes her head around the corner, and beckons Tyrone over. She's got a whole duffel bag full of mens' undergarments to sell. Tyrone tells her he can't. He's got to go see Molly's dad tonight, but Pam convinces him. He wants to see his bride in the horse-drawn carriage of her dreams, doesn't he? Pam promises she'll have him back in two hours, five pubs max. A </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">brief</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in and out, excuse the pun.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdUck1IEkZuMq4FYAkyBULBjyWoSTpihvbDz7pBPYoF6feMa7BUloKQNW1vHLM2rUZANAj9yh3Z2HJN3mfes5s1YrwiawX8maW284tWap8mBtPWlAQymz4KfDpUWbw_s783hzvVGjpLHS/s200/43.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272244857575512226" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9G3ihnWMdo5gBcvLLMLakVBeQOpuDE-TCsLhtXSpzM9I8fD3dWmLC3x9bUQgerwQytEtk2uu1ggn0suyysiwgeMuMiDRsQRCckTS2-nEkgZzw46NxqHKm5vb5-YSAgohX-tvw8c0SXNx/s200/44.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272244863090307986" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0p_L5gvpPdi5KYHf9LrQ6smJIK-VrMXLpeIJ4yfGfUWsTcosB0mK3RH0wKplrJu_G8TxQyETyc0CWYVOexfXGRBXRjgYSxUT5nbAy08H_37bUDWbIj3xb1wAm_tf2Ph5aldicNNavmqYc/s200/45.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272244467173829458" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tina's not going to take this lying down. First thing tomorrow, she's gonna hit all the pawn shops to see if she can find her dads tools, and then track down who stole them. The boys try to talk her out of it, and Graeme ends up blabbing about David threatening the Windasses. David says he kept it from her so as not to worry her. He only did it for her dad. He worked his butt off on that job.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This was about revenge, right?” asks Tina. “They're dead meat.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Part Two</span></span></b></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> </td> </tr> <tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Written by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jayne Hollinson</span></span></b></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Directed by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kay Patrick</span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Later that night, David and Graeme follow Tina out to the car. She's going over to the Windasses to have it out with them. She can't drive, so she's going to make David get her there. Besides, he's the one that got them in this mess in the first place.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJP-IKWs7ig2oq7BWF-PBN_iQMteBlb17VAZFkqWZYamyjU7E38GISPZ2sbV5eEGoXJ4QTTTptNS8McWWjhlHv6rJaIx45-qtTh71aimfdX5TCuZJ_Wsavca6bxyfSRDMZEM8cwzMwHsp/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272244168073119522" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmOYtcda-UgIzvxcDlCjOY3G1_rtal8SkgOpgzq1O25HlEfqxD4P-K52WtVJ68MY0hEp31q8Tpd0VAWmgOc9kYkCcT_sX9gv8YUvP0xQg8na-P-giCCUAeHK4xs-_uYVoBYisGMg5Narb/s200/47.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272243894858922930" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_odgNwxPnKC_7KXC1zDj5zwILETfz6_VTcN0zJYk-IyMtQk3jQ8N6Wi6y-I0pCUr4PM9Am656iBlp3e0H6VRRYT3C-Ft-4iDuk-hsUYbW-O60-W-UH2ktUujfcP8mwKTKEBxnvR4DKd-/s200/48.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272243893205112914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYKs1TSxyL8leV82nQZrz5tLv7ZDuhl0Dp0VOtLks8hnm6cOXkPNAK97lWQsPnuTPT6zzoVSEA9il2L4Dm5ZMnUVqSTTSajZhaPLkphwhYPYqJjxWgCteftg4lHvqVplkE3PIEuBt_GVl/s200/49.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272243708627298018" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKzGYDpngV2uckGYeVm4MKVTrySgOszSf6aLN7mDAk193NAlVUSH1-lxPkLsxTKEQbxz5icsb27l0Ymemz6EVqPVLliDdAb70mhTF0J4aK7xMik012embkgiuLJvaeJPRU5945m4QG3hb/s200/50.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272243709812834962" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rita tells Emily that Hayley must be back in town by now, and asks if she's going over to see her tonight. Emily can't go, unfortunately. She's promised she'll help at the hospital cafe. Rita says she puts them all to shame, but Emily won't hear any of it. Rita puts up with Norris all day. That pretty much guarantees her of sainthood. She asks Rita to give Hayley her love.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Norris gives Theresa a hard time about reading a magazine she doesn't plan on paying for. He says it's a pity she didn't go to Spain with the rest of her family. While putting the magazine back on the shelf, contest-junkie Norris notices a prize that's actually worth winning, a chance to meet Sir Cliff Richard next time he's playing in Manchester. But the entries have to be emailed in by tonight.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rita says she's off to see Hayley, and Norris begins gathering up every copy of the magazine they have. He's going to increase his odds. He doesn't plan on paying for them, but he'll return them... tomorrow.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ashley and his boys are waiting at Roy's for Hayley to show up, and Becky promises them she'll be there soon. Roy's on the phone with the airline, but he's getting the runaround, and he's getting really frustrated.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rita arrives to find out Hayley hasn't shown yet, and Becky assures her she's only missed her plane. Rita's relieved. It gives her a longer break away from Norris.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky makes her way over to Molly to take her plate, and notices all the pictures of cakes. She's supposed to be looking them over with Tyrone, if he ever shows up.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blokes,” says Becky. “They're not concerned with all that. They only care about the nookie afterwards.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, which one would you choose?” says Molly, motioning toward the cakes.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I suppose you're right... I'd go for the nookie.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxaicXz07AOU9ADVJzCwonv_ntfVJmTUET-kZ5XRDJbtdAiV48UdMQDez4SleMSzeYBP_I5cqI8C9fh0FG2X0gyVN8pMmgbZdCLH_eX8x9H-EUxG2bryB9wcaxt4HTiZhyVJ1VGiJK6JA/s200/51.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242490815007026" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYD9b5w8rpiVBnRBeLdJOpClIZwZ-WX2sCRyq-ob4KmsAwNB-hMsJeNzyf0aolRlFSgPzT2wnQBNaO3VWPBG2vNyXuOr5C3ooj_9Y49bOszeF3KS_J19t0TntPM_qPIm5vYvX8vVjHzEm/s200/52.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242493550964226" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwAjcGctw6CoAqHRSmbE0rSNtw8rQfgkKYxiXTKuK73QOY5YEHk_ICmip1pRlEeygVfY6F2t4uJJg3aMQVdPKtNDgxKhY-jfqHV1iKNxNcb3d1K1zzmeIbEK_L1MGlPPATw00XZHfE4Ol5/s200/53.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242334379293570" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSbEULggYIzK3_DREHmH-1tJRaLLJDFi45M-WsIHSr3dPR2Heuh8tRJw25bSMlV16l8SXFRevFP1Xuz-LYqK2EeBSlOVSsaFCroMQOQOGz-HJUpu2gSBhZv86RoPAvQwc0MUIAeNl23VFC/s200/54.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242337425032098" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7cUMdnQiAPWBleqc3QYgHvFj1la767dFAxkx84DXJsMCfnEpfuQdkgOJhM_WCNeZiOQx3O6VL1cdiECBv28xjS5NjdnxB8ZIJL0-AH7tavux__B9Qoa9_6p2PiFzULkS61er-K5kVX77/s200/55.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242103228796082" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpR4WyamcB1DnTm1ke9lczt7EICHtxcGgxTO32YMhm-EKABaLpex16pAZfmc68T23dAFuBO_AguEkMHSgSfkmXzX3P4yufJGMRh2snQ2kGjlzJS7lIjoye2V_SF-OvtHFIINZ9Wp4RwmsH/s200/56.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242111528938322" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hdHMqL0yVsibuxrFj3lhTJASpVd_yE96XKnUoTJlqoz8wHQNMDz6Z5ZsFs9riB25HXEYgF4CuM-qv1GdgJvrSakJHyjqg_MFrINaU4YL6W5ftGk0M3Wuf1gQIpkVYmE6WbnCRdBnv-pA/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241956032631202" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-UEEuB5aAs_W30EWJQVMxF5Z3C0H6tHoSY6DsdETd5SFeCRbUlGa3wKiy2OXR33sYcuNdtnJBrwNRgx8ViPXLeUKAGZqG9aqJevhfUtAGGNIi0aYEmeDexy3wC6MyV8j7_Qcr58_a3ENJ/s200/58.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241959575912258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5hQZUksVJCNPRDSenBT3ct7C6tsiedr1wcLtbp4rUcgDNYlh_lITZYbLppkQ3OzktTeXGtxNeWz7EN6FrARwQPi2FMITJjG5_wvO7lMy0F6r6IFTFBLlCD0BBjB5Nn5qKfKn2cxhkAK-u/s200/59.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241955598197250" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While Dev's busy helping a customer in his shop, Nina barges in. She wants a word, NOW. She's just had a big fight with Tara. He asks her to go through to the back. As he follows her, Amber comes into the shop and finds it empty. She hears them arguing through the door.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nina is furious, thinking Dev encouraged Tara to come confront her. He asks her how she could cheat with her own daughter's boyfriend. Nina calls Dev a hypocrit, but he says it was different. He didn't meet Tara until after he'd broken things off with Nina.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nina wants him to swear he'll never tell Tara about them. Only weeks ago, she'd been threatening to go public about their relationship, but now she says Tara is her only child, and she doesn't want to lose her. Dev assures her he has no intention of telling her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nina thanks Dev and makes her exit. Amber goes back to work as to not look suspicious, but puts her ear back to the door just in time to hear Dev calling Tara to ask how things went. He tells her not to cry, and that she can come and stay with them as long as she needs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Out on the street, a bus rounds the corner to reveal... Hayley! She's home, suitcase in hand, and nervously approaches Roy's. She stands outside for a moment and takes a breath.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIwLEiA9Wv8e-fmndM5SkPUPgf7YAFZ1eQ-zCZ3DJp8HtZdoDA9zJcQBVLmz6-gFAWI5M5Z4PscdDxShofUAAIDbbtGS4NNisAYlJaGhKHdxs1sONvyfhc_6rYDWg1HCe1sbyEgWtnIFJ/s200/60.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241707470111282" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQPxVTNHMiImZ644zPqpqMpDzCDP04RZDa-rszl_FD835kIyZv6j3KsF2XtGofxH-kil3QWUJn_a5_kpBXayJkKcOVETcuINro1Y0I2CEDXnv7xX4RWcNLkUYNheecqFaHF0ISS5PjWDac/s200/61.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241478606848242" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZXDJJDUr08aIN6hEFaIx9qmPneq-ecU-LXV6l5vuFdJoR-XykO7FbiEgHfKf_1YaOv-AN4e2SHQc3v3_HH7ABg8zOaMah2hnvKYlPEQdclSEfDMqpbEZrhWEpB-YKAfJx9ux6OAEyMW-/s200/62.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272241478989881442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvQ-tTnJL6wv_gcvZLXWTn7KNhRfHCeyrj6OE7vt1sTb52jB01ZS2xhBpoPmQZ8YuEvwppp04iVJPcWzYipbDtdHRZIVxV7UriL_5R9Dc6oOoa6oxEIer0KdQHUuvcl9bbfs2lNwwElhP/s200/63.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240355663330210" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQX34O71AdOr6NdcYKCkOpEIO5hRLn5EoB4E9iYm9XiCSKgv_6urO8pCqDYJ88jkdK4VaWe7Io_xJgg01qQ-5rtECnxuLHnP7cU-y3qBhtAtErxHiZIsp4915Y8wlQYjEtIcCIBwiTBEW/s200/64.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240364945284706" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckFIcDS1o0j4jD8_ETfBgN67P29hPdh-5wgvnWIIvVeLH4LzPMGdU1iWdZE51MQdohy09fQDGhaOdAsvy__UXaudl0VKvyfePuX4RI_NyPhyGlUsI_jPXKXHrRJ8mU05PHCQFGQEMk-8u/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240372529574594" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Everyone's looking at their watches with their backs to door when Hayley enters, but as soon as Becky sees her, she runs over to give her a hug. She only missed her flight. Hayley's surprised to see Ashley's boys have grown so much since she last saw them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky yells up the stairs to Roy, and he comes down to find Hayley home. He gives her a hug. She tells him she's lost one of her bags, and Roy begins to go on a rant about the airline, but Becky stops him, and he tells Hayley he's so relieved to have her home.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hayley wasn't expecting such a welcoming committee, but Rita says they weren't going to miss her homecoming. Becky gives her a card that all the girls at Underworld came in to sign. Hayley loves her welcome home banner, especially the HIPPOS.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was a 23 hour flight and she's awfully jet-lagged, so Roy gets her backpack off, and they start to head upstairs. Norris enters and is all excited to read Rita his Cliff Richard poem for the contest. He couldn't care less that Hayley's there. Rita asks how he's there? Could it be that he's closed the Kabin early? She pushes him out the door.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">David and Graeme follow a furious Tina as she runs up to the Windass' door and starts to bang on it. They say she's just going to make things worse for all of them, but she doesn't care. If they're both so scared, they can go wait in the car.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihO_l4fIzZFMrMdmZok0J6eIsLTsHfJXfJNZ_Ooxtz5hIbj7WlZ-Tn8IPGbCQMGCwJRQqR5CHLNxKQFfcs4e08uBs5azWd5brELa3rq9072DAFgMcKZidG460JXQFCt0Zc9KNWo4MEWZLz/s200/66.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239996220600290" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-iQAXvomp3km_reZQgq8icZDmZ6OXcCootv77TCOJivp9Lgr94VgRS7mr4132jcCQC0RqYeJSXnks_yV6KrkdzBu97ocqi3UgxrEluK3VSHKUTXQ_U2S6m8BVlbfChGD0CJeO1uymuhc7/s200/67.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239749137829090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ00OcpNZ59VhAhA_Dfr9dHiHkCceM4RuetlbPAOsp8N065iQ9UqT84SZYFeetKbGHeeBVgwSgQYMpMZGoNw-bAVAeB-GYNCSmzMtVefB35NdjQ9r8JsL5NflwxeT0J8merBQTNR3rXmp1/s200/68.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239752952106498" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Theresa passes Jason on the street. He's looking at some flower bouquets outside a shop. He says they're for his ex-girlfriend. “Your fault or hers?” asks Theresa. Jason says it was his fault, and she tells him he's going to need more than one bunch. He grabs another another, but she still doesn't look satisfied. When he's grabbed two more, she says now she'll know he cares. He thanks her, and as she leaves, she grabs one of the four bunches out of his hands. “Call it a tip.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Back at the Windass' place, Tina's looking through the window. It doesn't look like they're in. She kicks the door, and says it's not fair. David starts to lead her back to the car. He tries to reassure her by saying this will give them some time to plan what to do.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just then, they notice Graeme's gone. He pops his head out the front door, and asks what they're waiting for. He's broken in through the back, and he's already got one cabinet door pried off. Tina kisses his cheek and heads in.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJkTe7Py8PVA_VyCkQtaOsWj-IB2kAgIp1TQExi30rI50Dngyw3cqFxOcImtDGeHW6kU3bjHxsjQDGYRKmxxmBLPXvBoLu24P4oPvpcQzPxYnjrIK62iTeYyInpOsdkOxzwvCHMnD_oON/s200/69.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239403921162322" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEY1qIOjYT0wq4lRFxKAUiVjPmZ1GU7uYVCafPOuNWikhFH-Kzx8dIQGE9YrIGewTORob5r1jFMT9I2KejnbC1SxVjm3q3LFwaYLmczc1sAt4OgjCfE4rkXn7Nz7eBRp1lQ2DbpiNpQh7o/s200/70.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239408424904898" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKj6ogjoqNoyyJxl_xhPkdbGSVXhhrruemEg5NS_hEjh6DI6FQ-Ejnbuq06bSWnTsl5bOCCY7_GTtwf9B84TBPPuZBaK8bL9B_6A8OqSshNgUOiaTGpaEfux0ha83_9y6Ib58tcXnxFgp/s200/71.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239158413987858" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGsm9Xg53yLdmvo6daIQIeZLL59EpfsSuOH4qJpWTV-Cg8bLL5MrAJ7mUtdZ9dtAQberLkC3cSODFtEezx7uJpIp_upcHuZQ38BdUaItvXBNUraVJ0WNyo0wfW9qqUBoRwU4-yMG0MJv-/s200/72.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239168906566530" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupx-0glsXfIK_PB_CAWdXbOjtO6rL_7JMeDUAqEyKEI5_i-Uc97hZ0HHSy4xZDSTfWD9qfJKlFXvS67IrzHBqTjs4FvH3EZFoQLrXxDLKrZlD0WlsY_hTDGyAFxnu5rcPPmDCnSSJ4iC1/s200/73.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239171434760018" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tyrone and Pam are power-walking over to Roy's, and he's not happy. He's late, but Pam assures him that they've made some good money, enough to buy one horse for the carriage. “One horseshoe, more like,” says Tyrone. Pam says she's got to go. She doesn't want Molly to see her. She hands Tyrone his backpack, messes up his hair a bit, and splashes a little of her drink on his face to look like he's been sweating.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where have you been??” asks Molly. Tyrone apologizes for getting carried away with his weights. They were supposed to meet her dad an hour ago, and she's mad because it looks like he's forgotten to shower, and he stinks.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The demolition of the Windass' kitchen is in full swing, as they tear it apart piece by piece and chuck it into the back yard. Graeme's trying to pry off a cabinet door with a crowbar, and Tina asks David if he's going to give him a hand, or just stand there. He picks up a hammer and starts to whack at a cabinet. “I guess there's no going back now!” They all cheer.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyTg0dgvgGGNe7-gfyFy33YchX0q2VWOOpDd4uX-sAgOJEDjnkSQ0wmETH1NVSyhaf5Mkc_0DsizaDXrWkw_f_dDPq1WniHSW6A8trus8U9lU1Qdk9WOXbxa1J-EZts96fSlEyylA53VU/s200/74.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238763763860562" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fqLUr3gvIWw9XuH5UZKd82ifO4iX6rDKKei3P7EEa6vLOADcHA2EtIQtz6iT3sHim0asFOJFUGjTJHpO4hO4NssMlmehp4fMDrLG3kWfRt2G-jn0dKWI0SYTpSjNe-DVuMLpkvEy2nqn/s200/75.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238343616130978" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTCvJTcxtv09GqhX59uWJAj1wwwPBO88AvSxkXfGIvdUeQvFxyeHeQ1dBgJSgg4_O4022JTMcD59B6khhiHh-ZnJYZmbqinAa9V53-WB1TLIyaKDvR4jXgJgTH_RlrtnQsDDBiy_EaGDU/s200/76.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238349515664306" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hayley comes downstairs. She's all changed, and looks much happier. Roy's made her a cup of tea. She's very excited. That's something she's really missed. She says their place seems bigger than she remembered. It's massive compared to what she where she was staying in Africa.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Roy apologizes for the state of the place. He's been trying to get Becky to clean up after herself, but it seems futile. Hayley's noticed Roy's had a lock installed on the bathroom door. A necessity, he says. He says it's good to have her back, and she agrees it's good to be back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky's cleaning up the diner when she hears someone enter. Without looking who it is, she tells them they're closed. “I know,” says Jason. “Thought it'd be easier without an audience.” He's stood there with three bouquets of flowers. She notices he's taken all the stickers off. Three for the price of one? He promises he payed full price for them. She says he's wasted his money.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He tells her he'll do anything if she'll just forgive him. Anything? She wants him to eat the flowers, every last petal. He gives her a look like 'you're joking, right?' So much for undying devotion.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There IS one thing he can do. “Bug off.” She's got to close up, but tells him he can leave the flowers. She grabs them from him and tosses them on a table. Jason smiles at that and makes his exit. Once he's gone, she picks them up one by one, smiling as she does, and hugs them.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-OK9MCfIa8d14D1hzF6HKEcz1TbGi8NckUrK2ubntBv5aiosq-YPG5rXEebn-B5wCQDEcSDVwg8_QZkqKgWuV7Mr_45xhucy319m4OUrHNE3YRnjGrq1vr9Als702QXTUvC1UAdii4Rw/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238005950556770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZGNXZpgrdluMQ4CNj8qADQEA28WSk-YJWdYdwWv4AO6vXZdWEFogv21IgXyJOZ1hoXa_EhZNnBAOBzfcy70WI1eEecUsTrZcIBoCdauWJ061vy7fIKfBnwwBNWv2Vs7audiV4ZUxGGYM/s200/78.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238006589501378" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjv9yaiiitaVQ5QhRB0wHEHUYT3suTlSoO_foXmo8pH10ADzCLbSGl1dt4aASziMjmQapFcVTjwyjkHFfxL-iM4K_RmPc2XBBF1vEwKtkdPB-TKG6nTyTniL64nokFgL1B6hvXcjNYG7gh/s200/79.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238004509990178" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0gt4NVA8C9AFYPg8BZ9KDs-FQEhzNNzVacIrGj73NLfvGY2LrmO7SfYlWq6jY8C3_k-r1AXTa6xl2VctR_rlBj0X1txAPMGLj3SLpjQYoKEZ1oSJUorz-PgnGOKD-QO3EN7Dg-tNQwDT/s200/80.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272237275708807218" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tina and Graeme continue to tear cabinets off the wall, and David asks if they should be going. The Windasses could be home any minute. Tina says they're not going until they've destroyed every last bit.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At the hospital cafe, Emily is recognized by one of the patients, an old man who knows her by a last name she hasn't used for a long time. She doesn't recognize him, so he introduces himself as Jed Stone. He can understand why she wouldn't recognize him. Time has been a lot kinder to her. They haven't seen each other in 40 years. He's in the hospital for a mild stroke. He asks if she can have someone stand in for her so she can join him for dinner. She'd be delighted.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57w5IwFzhqZAppuIMObOK5vt6CkW8bpRDSDNafdiFGTqcVl3PbD3knCwze3liRAATE_iVV_mQf5gVOfmmtzI1DwB7qZm60QiVUbJvfetrP9cea099ru3uJqMqmG58WgZa5nHl2MLAY7Jb/s200/81.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236997231861026" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdVCq7rrpRFBNAxieG_BC9ZYnnsQZFEbZIZgu29tDjMPs3oN-9Iq3TOisGvsDk-CUZTPN85ifZjBFfspYQHifdpnNrV9eTx8dIVdeTt0GzqbKpS-WVcWW4vGVis-Rfjj3acQm88OdpXd-/s200/82.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272237006515888562" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROeZpeHhF6RjhepNAJClTcZLoPzwsIOIo2K26OxVvHoNNFSeNtoB-HFcZ0MCm5e3n8D01k-k3KByNPuN07t7HAJLA7ASRtWh7LztwarZ4AZ96enD4Ot5VzCAAGo_dlV7C8wISfD6amPyj/s200/83.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236608778984146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinLICob2pyp_Lw4VZo-xYQi38qoYguf4RykempcqWVVNHO2YlvVD06Wdev-3-Nzedl97nf3oFUQiPNTbK2eMm4T_mEsLbu4IUX24x7OPHswAMtxvAImHgbTY-gVjWg14Uq2T2s6gDD2S9/s200/84.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236611597893666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIrromyTW_6HXXt4rD4czYWIxbgG6n5hfcHviwa7ds89iszLGIIcrMb3aFnYEhfTO4SqFOZ-6-YfUvLos4VGoGTk4Lp7LHVoBNEybkQxt6uvrIiEbwyKOx2KXH9v7r1ghzztbHTemzMAy/s200/85.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236612069843074" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky's all dressed up for a night out. She gives the three bouquets to Hayley, and double-checks that she's still okay with her lodging with them now that she's back. Hayley says it's fine. Becky assures the two “lovebirds” that she won't be back early, so they've got the place to themselves. RAWR! Becky runs her makeup past Roy. “Laters!” says Roy as she leaves. Hayley looks shocked, but he assures her he never says it in public.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Roy tells Hayley there's a jug in the cupboard she can put the flowers in, but when she looks concerned, he realizes she's worried about the amount of water they'll take. Her time in Africa has made her appreciate how much they take water for granted. He's worried that the flowers were a thoughtless choice, but she assures him they were a lovely romantic gesture and that she really appreciates them. It's just a case of making adjustments.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The last piece of kitchen cabinetry is in a pile in the back yard, but before they can leave, Graeme just has to make the “finishing touches.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEjkfAX_NtsnNysmgOkFM_KreYZyq2C_fezcq8zN9qed2lQ-yUPdoS_hqQu9vCSGLUYXcwf8nIdEE6d8ESwhYwmsezVup5FodckDSVeBUgF0bX1uAX0Vej75tEMT2LlnSgnHnVW2o3O2g/s200/86.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236248228344674" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LKVIGqvmfGK1wyN1p1txEdWMhB6hA58MfY-pf8df0iXhy-vhDnk7KEVPmjtQmnbj9L8HnLL0ajpnvGYw_0dvV_xzAjW3V5kAv9vHSL7OJweOXTyHnFaNVtQs0xz7v-TgfnR1UQvuId37/s200/87.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236036255755970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpgAA1DIAdO6jM8RXe39s2uRHscy0s_myvIVRVoGgTaXXO-1Eu6eYAwbP4oDyXWz5zdpF7U2t1voxZhd_fYqxqkjnk_5nwKV_xEHWcI1S3F6_WvCO0mYaWWkKu5lNolUYXeWOEwLf804b/s200/88.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272236042071513762" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tara and Dev are discussing things over dinner, and she's still in shocked that her mother stormed out on HER. God only knows where she went. Dev tells her to forget about it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Amber comes in, and Dev checks with her to see if it's okay for Tara stays with them for a little while. She says it's fine, and asks if Tara is alright now. She says she's great now thanks to Dev. She doesn't know what she'd do without him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Graeme pours gasoline all over the cabinet pile. “Combustibility” is the only long word he knows. Tina's laughing up a storm, but David wants to go. He doesn't want three fire engines showing up, as that's how many it took to put out Graeme's mum's house. He says he's honed his skills since then. He can do small. A ten foot tall column of fire erupts, and they all laugh.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00jIhRDCHfB1k0TamV3p2HMouGYNDtwVWYZjY9guBzfBO94nnQOlYR3HeJtFyym5351yJLoFR9nU6A-OM_6sPOnUmiAn5gKtIjApXT_QwZjUIXvvb5qahv-m6sYrhVKygfE78N1M5lZhJ/s200/89.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235784923923618" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaUWnK-aTuSlGhuCCWU-JWdyHjiVeuOCqxOGtuRZ36xFtZeqBzQxBxttPVRqzDzHdYcgAGSNoC9B-yLqUTyeA0925ewpoRXpQkxCw3QGscADCV8ooiBFYYGn_2p0ALVLJL0XtH7k9b72j/s200/90.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235593767373378" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Emily and Jed talk about old times, like his stay in jail. He promises he went straight after he got out. He says he never married, but he did settle down, until this property developer came in and threw him out. A man by the name of... Tony Gordon. That's what caused his stroke.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Molly and Tyrone come home to find Auntie Pam's let herself in, as usual. Molly tells her they decided on a cake, but she feels bad because her dad won't let them pay, and he really can't afford it. Pam says it's amazing how you can find the pennies if you're determined enough.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Molly tells Tyrone to go and take a shower, and says she'll put his stuff in the wash. She opens his backpack before he can stop her and finds that it's empty. Tyrone awkwardly says that he had to leave his stuff at the gym because he was in such a rush. He goes to take a shower.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Molly asks Pam if she thinks Tyrone would lie to her. Pam says of course not, and Molly feels stupid for doubting him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EoWbEXrqzDmR7tA6OB1n1-whbPe-BA27OhZ6o5mpasNEDj4XH_cgVdjbsdmJeO1w_SlHAVi_GIOfgw261pz8r8fZdgfdi3nCwnY-nuY809MoyflgYsfdXEWeqThkuA7ZTvnLUfiMfmKv/s200/91.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235285577108546" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDGHzeV8-6PSgCd9OUNpi7UQAKt9IJDXcDkQ-8yVDL8wvO7KFicflbUl27R6stIExTVNj2A8Tx-5Skp2EtfrnwK2QhGgZokEQ8sBV7nFqt25gZ1p3jV5Aqv1TwCAodNAbxGKuA2V3Sh3P/s200/92.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235294705783906" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQiUmZ19jSH-OFGohPxeR4E9C2jbdSEtDAWsooWHzFy1xHtdn9x90V2ODPXoPJ9tsjGyOy0YsuRjIwNhx_HbSq7hFDk2HhRXFidagaTaUsso-pYMAOqs96rrrdCuFFoWEzq9zDYXir-uM/s200/93.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235303386503346" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVdKKAlGkRyiPGzUHkxBdcmB_kQqVjjUsvLR4L3NXKFAgEcNgkgOwF5wZHzc9vW0KT9UYE6Sqq46SVLzHoH9s7ZuwXO8eOXAjCQ75Mm-manUBtpI_DBHCjYt-hTL_PIi-cyIrMSvniTsEY/s200/94.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234736736132850" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNMlOkTYMTxetatg-5Wst2kysR3Ceq6u6J7aM3QPjV2I5c8kQmk7cjESvqneUoWxUW0WSCXZ6efPbbKFD3E3GHaVtiDJqrQmB0zvj3oZGgWtmmYaS_EzjK2M6hyphenhyphenwU2R-pj1llnDvj8eTp/s200/95.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234736201730450" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2T2BxhMc7m-jaSYJdo-jBN77G3AFgya_xj-oeudiJW8WejyM3g4lRuqhAXNDU7tKaZncPg2x_h7ovh2Y6W-X7dyFtiI6A2cENingJMQu6KJ2KK8CDxkz0eHa5WKhUeciFbTQpBvUReMh/s200/96.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234750938282674" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Graeme and Tina stand in front of the fire, admiring it, and he says the worst thing the Romans ever did was invent central heating. David hears a car door slam and goes through to the front of the house to check it out. They're back! The three of them leg it for the car. Mrs. Windass freaks out when she sees the cabinet-pyre. “What the flaming hell is happening???”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gary runs them. “That's what you get for messing with my dad!” Tina yells back to him. David starts up the car, and they tear down the street, laughing all the way.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-45413657312011622072008-11-16T01:28:00.053-05:002008-11-16T13:39:42.111-05:0014th November, 2008<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Part One</span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="RIGHT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Written by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Carmel Morgan</span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="RIGHT" style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Directed by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Jerry Smith</span></span></b></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Our episode opens with Joe paying Gail a visit, and the two of them trying to call Tina downstairs. Gail's called for her twice already, but gotten no response.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">From the kitchen, Graeme says he's seen this on TV. They've got some adjusting to do. Joe thinks they've got some growing up to do.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggabdMCO1J6la4nj-ge4buwwgHoHuvh5xIX2pS2VLAKIlYryH4XmHWsQzPfo6KERmkZrbJSxdfUyQHnVN2H6tLbOrhCQDOVj9K9WWkYO8EYmxEwErY1piBzJUSg7YkIDSusdU6VXL07tI-/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287736540249874" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWRKiuHeMii9Z7CPJwJE0ymhpakTUfUNC0dbV6s8lE3EtOTfQW7QhCJbyf3efXAZj50_VAyN5mceZgQOZK2YJ2gDUfSN8Mz8Nmy-Z-Y38slxOsI4hC9M8E2-awMG1S2rQxQeiudcaYEJV/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287739300623570" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsKa7IOLP6hnA7c0bvuMyYH5DaXqaqbyPbJfI4IolfqwkOFPPEn9gSutYQILVMeB26Iao73er8_V2rmq41Czg3L76ikxW_foXR8dtfpLpb2HaVihZdA-HD9CmGH-A1thMREtt0qgyroes/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287596894500274" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Ken tells Peter that finding an apartment isn't going to solve all of his child-care woes. Running his own business and taking care of his son all on his own sure isn't going to be easy. Peter doesn't need this, and takes off, not forgetting to slam the door on his way out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">At last, David and Tina surface for the morning, but don't have a word for either of their parents. Gail tells them she and Joe didn't enjoy sneaking around. The kids are most upset about the lying. David says he'll have to find a new job, and a flat to themselves.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Oh, come on!” says Joe. “Anybody'd think we were mass murderers. We've only fallen in love!” This is too much information for David and Tina, as they storm out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41vCUi6Lojp0iFlExuUlxqWNwkvUWfC3gAWS2jZPdrFy7IbBY1stxngv_5QAP93dMZvzgHo7J820bdicpCnY52jpIf9EEjPbE2BRtpdzf0B0s5nTFqZLFlAU-oVt_7koK8inER8xcl0ga/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287456514782322" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcivxbyafUyZt5iGcsJLSnMRQBOKgbWHaITddKw8jwHzRzdCOQ9UAp2X6F2di85gWOWCuw2sdEZxYeguWbZfULz_97FyxKXS1P9MmY5mVzU7GcMhGmWlpjq9OFaLZEKOSH5rxjLYHySgIU/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287456762813490" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1RaZszkbAuT0WomVbJ3XaalXlsznohN3S9-X3T0OvEXPfHgbTw3K7bd7BGhN43pH0KjAZkVDTHd2YzgNCd6Vg8NowgIpj5nasPNNEIY_RttZGl8It_3geUko19qfQkPxBTxL3gyGVmYC/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287254424607890" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvxvptysbzhHlDkpJ3h9GMm69EeE9PZ1q8Tu4DBm76YGSzK4zENDLAqQCnX4IfqvBtkLMk89EwZcTL_rU16lprpitKvaveFJgviv8X753DZ2Q8JYZt-3TnizM4BB5LcoxiVsmarYxwOuB/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287255453594578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElfG7_gtv9dnjqQur-wN8p7fsEVX_mBCZeE1vl-3AGwrCXAw01QKNMyrUpuVCuG6B2jdySt9SSwv0FDlznF3w3nNJ0rdjzO0nj6tBxYjrHnIx2Lko2XM9CSClBzln4P4SeczhErV0NgIe/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287260824027298" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev and Tara roll out of bed late as well, TOO late for Tara. She's late for a meeting with a very important client. His daughter, Amber, averts her eyes as they kiss goodbye. She tells him he's going to have to do some smooth talking to Tara's dad if he wants to keep her this time. She suggests he tackle things head-on. That's what he'd tell her to do. But what he'd tell her and what HE'D do are two completely different things. “That's not hypocrisy, that's called parenting.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He once again assures her that she will not be seeing her boyfriend Darryl Morton anymore. He caught the two of them in bed recently, and thinks Darryl's a waste of space, not good enough for his daughter.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">On her way off to work, Tina and Joe pass David shooting hoops. She tells him they'll talk about this later, but David gives her lip. Joe kisses her goodbye and says he'll have a word with him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He grabs the ball from David, and backs him up against the wall. David's got so many good things in his life. Tina's one, Joe's another. He's got the best mum he could ever have, and now he resents her being happy after all she's done for him? He's better than this.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He hands David his ball and leaves. Looks like David might actually respect him for that.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpS77Cw15YRj_DHokCHfmqF_Dj9pVdsDsCKlliCpbLvZF9kQSVKl6svdEpFuKN5FPACNCHVrkdf0qd8OWxYmgfYuridHVyyqxUGa_GenRO0Yyj38YPFGA7DNEZAdLTpE7Rnx23zhsN6I3/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287054600336530" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmxXFIlCUzI9yG_8bBH_kqIBwyWo4r_LHqIcekYlwYj6KUPyO_-35pMnVxpyfYMCg6KKDlLAodIkBni0l6cI6zT2ZeR_vp8YuKyGu51ETLZXM_ZI-_bwtv6c0IGoqM8bsgG1cTcxAB5w-/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269287056682297218" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPUQXHycgp4-34iAzMJU2Z1ZZccy7HSt5afORC9s7SqwydMTU-wE1k_eQM2HvSSw0oLaJd7KzEi_s7QdTz0llNJZOEmCjM9oB7yzFfT05ngoC0IqYNDx8p8nOZG7eTM7yH5pRla2YzZSF/s200/11.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286949177967666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJ09QONl6DDXiwSwBVjEbUSkHs4hQ2F9voBM0g8BBQGwHcugy0IOtkj9iwy1_knfoJk7ZhXOp94ciEGDDUuhuksnWGiPKOofz_A9lz8RZjTRlDIxWgJXXGJrJyuaLYqqwHdlhDFrGtuo5/s200/12.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286950225768978" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaJNYm75a9dACaDQpEplCe-eFCG2vx9Gp-8mzCIVaLc8G1LnMTgedL290ihkSpM7Qzuy01uWrvj76vHyu-7UM0TfczkY7xl9S8Bin8DNcKFWE1M9mqraNeiBui_YXdgQUskG61Hoc5HQV/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286555095785170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe01jRdeCD7fhuqz6qW2oJljGA6hQujyW_36EXjdCSziuJFVcgyMxGAO_qVbDiVDG0Ar0E_R09pEkf03VHEGWvM2fyr5V_p_Mlag9Zk9nyPNH778kW6QMDCBoBVkywhoIy5T0RpSJAkdS/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286557261517266" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYg64RytM9vVqCrmZ2-UUwnqTL1TVCI5eyUGfbr3F4iUrFAXXG334KK0v5QSdZRTNpOe7nfmni2IrcnKn-HrWk7FPCToBfjbWaxh2kwJcNLK1QBRY-5VVybMZ2cf1zrRCrnDEtml4rANuF/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286562258906418" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">At Underworld, Tony thanks the girls for keeping their faith in him as he hands out their 150 pound checks. Given that they will eventually receive their full back-pay, he'd appreciate it if they “stop yakking and start stitching.” Julie asks when they might expect that check, and he informs her that we ARE in a global economic downturn.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Kelly continues to make a show of agreeing with him, but when she tries to follow him into his office, he shuts the door in her face.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe's parked outside the Kabin, waiting for Tina to come outside from work. He tells her that he and Gail both hated the secrecy. He describes to her his love for Gail, and says that they didn't want their relationship to affect their children's. They've spent most of their time together talking about her and David, whether they should tell them, and when.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He tells Tina that after she'd told Gail that she ended up hating every woman that went out with her father, Gail tried to break things off with him. No one's died, no one's got cancer, he's just fallen in love with her boyfriend's mum.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She says he'd promised her no more secrets. But this is different. Why can't all four of them be happy? She'll always be his number one.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OUqqXW0WjRoHcGP70j4re2cI2SpcFbVFYZCjdjrF01e1P_p6SaS2OTA49fhoXxzK9HOzK-mC5yZyzRJC6Alws1w8wklURPpQyk7iTizIdIq_E05hBPR5fbxDXFIuEBSzCLsYezSr9OQP/s200/16.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269285289203794050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8rNAgVRk7oD0gRjfO8U2sZ-c8xwtTHjIqE-lAecrFz3tntiXqaHITTkvzBbsKlY0VVNC5kSW8e9usCCGGHsD34EOu-RJFfPVHmRJ0WOO1kg8rIJ_bpBdy37emfXf6ac5naiRsGGXLgYJ/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269285296690084786" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZg_aJDohlpoNi2gl93kb9orcuTSF9vHzMg9zXeMkoB5w5ZdNhXdO1RcQcVJLrTrojvH-r0rKj71tNvJNgLvglQBcKQ05w9DOCzP9mwwKr9sWuNtfYwu8OtjY6QG-80COYBcyNCn_amMK/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269285296908955154" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQvW8PmPJHQlAJuT5wppipqsyxXF0zoz9W0bGy1UdDwzwjcULjd8BLBpTc65jfXFrOXXPE0eA0JFcUTB8bwTe_dJSkzCD8MuIfXxx5mX6nR6AQtrq8VuxnkU0RGZC379i5W1Xpzb6VHZg/s200/19.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269285111848251442" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dan asks if Peter can man the bookies while he's gone on holiday. Peter says he needs the money, and agrees.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Gail comes on her lunch break, and Graeme gives them some space to talk. David doesn't want to talk about it. She thinks the world of Joe. She loves him. He makes her laugh and makes her feel safe. He makes her look forward to the day ahead. David agrees she has been happier lately.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She tells him that if he's really that upset about the situation, she'll end things with Joe. Only for him. They've been through a lot together, and she wouldn't jeopardize that for any man.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSShRs3EdCPKfMOhohRR21wxv_ITCkeDsMbQUdz5GZdTJbJtzQR4eqnYB0n15q4s1mukQTaLzye1FoQ__KQNlCUtmvUue9xVK9AaDWxrddsisbZY77LqAI4hUw8RVGnR1oh-jwV28-1vW7/s200/20.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284948284438642" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2higaBB-jRYgPvJVcKEQruI95Jps7TtwUxPqAUYjmd5zGzZBCBeFXMvO5Jpnv8xYJo_w3BuGcvn4B8TqsBdreV9g42tYa0nllKP0C8tjE9gPJh4CA0-7XZVkT14travcSqs1LiXKN_2Q/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284952775939154" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirecyZ4rc20bKxMaaXUlVkOmBBY6RgnxCtXdaR7fe0S4km8sWglnlm-U0IpxDgnNGNZjgjKOCik88f2H1HFl4JO5L-dBspUomTN_kAPyCx4XYJTs8GPojWlQbtGY8cSmVBAliUOwqWGn5Y/s200/22.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284694066799202" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe's on the phone with the Windasses again, and they're STILL not happy with their kitchen. He's sorted every snag they've come up with, and they have to pay up TODAY. He tells David he needs that seven grand. Every penny of it's spoken for. David hops in the van and asks what they're waiting for.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Darryl and Graeme are hanging out at Dev's shop, while Amber gives him some tips on what the talk about with her dad to get him to like him. She says Dev doesn't hate him, he's just overprotective. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She's introduced to Graeme. “Wait, are you </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> Graeme? </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Arson</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> Graeme?”</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev returns to the shop, and Darryl tries and fails miserably to have a conversation with him. He tells his daughter he's off to see Prem, and she wishes him luck.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Amber is embarresed by Darryl's attempt to win her dad over, and suggests he put together some of his accounting figures from his failing kabob take-away shop, and ask Dev for some advice. The take-away used to be owned and run by Darryl's dad, but he moved with the rest of his kids to another country, and Darryl's been running the shop on his own.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApaCySlrd7Jbogv3_fSunO2Pp_5nRj7yKUkAY0o_AJXx6VPCehwE_kKofX4nf28hxiApgsOUlkjA60ZvJtGoZ_FCvVnCI3CicFA1COgBx09NGRWptL8GbLEp7ceXLkqAKt9h8IvtUrORl/s200/23.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284517093612434" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeSXGIqwu7UBao1hIrb_tWSu2Fv3iEH39PjRWqEyIaJh8PxWH2RrPPUshMPlAwyUB2ycN4L35GscIP3XxTWzCM10JkFAlIP5PG89_EVIhKgti-BzupAG8yx1lkDqboaFllKSaMvL6jZ0w/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284525204643090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTy13XVW5aEfB-fBZBpJkok-fZHrIOzv5RM1D8a1uhQc-zMwCgDZDNBZ3JzPx-jOdK5Zf2vVQO1Il5p80ScVKUEIbZn-RXq7w9B_RI9FM3kWlVZn0zKEOMAbFCWp919z-2r70QIkUARSC/s200/25.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284332175085250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-H_2xvGYVtzrYFsA4PTaBNNz5R63bsvsIoegT8ZPSvob96UeOMRbewkXVsCYDRYvtI016VldFevESCllsCL3iaSTBURMQVooIJZfXI3CB35zrYMB5AYqOQ0LClReMYYEVejmT2WDPt2iy/s200/26.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269284337251705666" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQjs9eUxu_w-z7-N6iy159CicabIU6OuZiPO93OUNLlrp70VuPk7jQK-sGBTXxBxcMGIQXh8NKE7uFVOnEOUoIXSMDKJ7iC22HRP924RlZKgR6Y3Q6hztcbejsrWQWYB3aWb8QQDKRFi8/s200/27.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283961313806834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN5pa1b0TORO4ZDtOoKfmS7QykM68UZxCngqUi7DtR-omL809mznRX94Vmp5FtUTTbBuzlq37ovFHxVvEdrStJPU04ERoiUMUX-9K2ElvCok3-DBLChaY4welp3qkaFYTboMx8wMHTY10M/s200/28.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283964032139090" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">The girls feel like they're being taken advantage of. They agree to wait until Roy's wife Hayley gets back from Africa to make another confrontation. She usually looks after the whole team.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">A local journalist stops by asking questions about Rosie. She's very persistent. The girls try to get rid of her. Just then Tony shows up, and asserts his authority. Before leaving, she says she's ten times more curious than she was before.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev rings the doorbell and waits nervously outside Prem's house. He asks Prem to just hear him out, but Prem only lets him as far as the foyer.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev once again apologizes for betraying Prem's trust and kindness by having an affair with his wife. He loves his daughter. She makes him a better man. Prem doesn't believe he could love anyone but himself, but Dev assures him this time will be different. He'll treat Tara as she deserves to be treated.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIhqE__BmC_C6UlHHeHkS5JtofVTQx9SWN5prnrCEWBUklwZONaSBRFUcsI8ke-49gCUwc7FKy-_7qjlRXM9TdUQ8RtdwiK9XfhXAuFvonvRFi272FlGWSkZzAbDh1L3TnitqOHoYk35o/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283745870140770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERpzHNJr6Zie1SAZrGjIlIBKDQRA2KKTseE2QzolWvolesyNvrd_4vMUnMfhTQTxterMEUzfPuvDOb1A84S1OEgXrbRyxkWkXE05uGBKMZQeqSqAHCdFej1k-hxj4sKGkNJrhqw6qtWOM/s200/30.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283749422850978" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5wRZA79aEFtMg_NDyFeBlV7MndYb9KgPTIk2HJx9YDe6D5ttvMyuIpF4dG8yQ-R-h6NS3jtLZGry6ZxdOCqmhHESck-gM_Mwjs9yqH2iDyg-5xSy59d9leWJ9Dm7qYhILdWi77otfuoO/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283747823611106" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxs5L3y3eC1um5KUAP72N-RSO41XZeAnKSIoTtN-jEjzyP-tYv-jlnoNM3DBJnA_muKgobPzbsukhhAAJklw4GVLZEdcFpOgML09OIEb2Wog2XFgjbE8IrdGVOfQguzUh1Yfsyni0_25Fo/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283514204848258" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPBLJIOg8gi-69hyphenhyphen_RcsLUJoMJTw61ugdKAGkZF7pDy9dfzixUWRs2labxCh2YJ08GnBHKHb1HYre63nvvlkB0iAL7uNK7jO9SrbrYe8vE7POVoSfSthqxqwdHojy50tkeQGEHX9mpVh6/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283520763644002" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSMTBsAYLBCQI9iA2hO_FYy_5J-7NEFMaf_5QFQ0mu5xyihwg02VnkyyPXSpR3PkWXxF21k5HzciFe9tLpPcX0o4Qx8HGxmlMXZZFgWKPExWusYNAwwILkLn_N0xeSTzZ5qdaJmcMl5H2/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283518993818354" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Unfortunately, we get to meet the Windass family for the first time. Mr. Windass is stooped over on a pair of crutches. He and his wife point out every little reason they shouldn't pay Joe for their fully remodeled kitchen. They're really reaching.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe says they've fitted the kitchen they ordered, and now it's time to pay up. If they'd like any changes, he's happy to make them, AFTER they've paid him the seven grand he's owed. David defends him. “He's not a registered charity. He's running a business!”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">They leave in frustration, and the Windasses look pleased.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Ken and Simon return from taking the dog for a walk, and Peter happily scoops his son up in his arms. Ken takes Simon from him so he doesn't breathe in any of Peter's “fumes.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dan's said he and Simon can move into the bookies flat today. Ken doesn't look pleased, but assures him he and Deirdre will help out whenever they can. He's trying to be TOO helpful, and it's getting on Peter's nerves. Ken just doesn't want them drifting apart, especially when he and Simon will be living just across the street. Peter's upset that Ken never showed this much interest when he and his sister were Simon's age.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IVyiSv0y5Zjlppibr7wBhNL-GCZrYKwu6KKsDXLSKZ5svBFKhV401sBUl7oIM7HBP1NvywFNdfhd-I6hZ8q-BVfvD5_mjR3vIC49319hj1iX5X6vCx6c8ZCfF1rez3FeC2u4Y4vZRg7C/s200/35.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282797328859954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vBQIvH6i6ec-FtXaybFbRrMDETfcSYNO50UpFQqShLNyhT9QzjuqVPTcvTZSO7YAtTBegF-eg1OhpFSLxV4Ph2mgvyuu0ONetp5t6SnKW_EDJWEhckR56LODqywJYqvjJuu7bFm5J7bZ/s200/36.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282807273718722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOpUHZDut4aTX6cS06ORFOKsdbC9sX01lgrfqLirkCabknnknels9sL1ca0qmpyUAmTqTVPEJIouEyDod-zyVaktmF0kPB45GysYld1I8Cytd2wQzzL8x0mp3wjvA6OaOo6RUqMWCokBG/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282810347731474" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIcimFQfMEt_n5_73rabbzj5lpQ8a7_0Y9HwA0nA0W8sMTDy-vPE4RXHxKQ-TjPUs7Fm0BfpiHZqrRq5Wa8XVVFEojurf4_aClxfVaJNuHuj_-hZFVerKepEZ7vGilzcG_Ut5kPWj7ETF/s200/38.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282583870721874" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCT1eXzY6uZaQEoyw6koNGQ6-wwoP15c9AOHzqMVBo5d8r_LUIxiETW-PNnnGwHvkNXbiXoxOV1CunyY_5pRO-FxLIAP7WZ04To10ZP41y6tproZvHhI9Iw3FEiIJf08JY-QMHskXlGLDX/s200/39.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282587789623154" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Out in the van, Joe's depressed. David suggests he sue the Windasses. Surely, he's playing up the cripple act. Joe says that by the time it had gone to court, he'll have gone under. That seven grand was all that stood between him and bankruptcy. He'd had twelve contracts lined up, but that housing development was scrapped. Without this money, he'll lose his business, his house, and the woman he loves.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David asks Joe to give him a minute. He's got to phone his mate about plans they've got tonight.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David sneaks around the back of the Windass' house, and sees Mrs. Windass through an open door, making lunch in the kitchen. He grabs a crowbar from a box outside and bursts through the doorway.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Mrs. Windass yells for her husband, Eddie, who comes from the other room, and orders David to leave. David congratulates him on his miracle recovery. The crutches are gone, and he's standing up fine. She admits that he has good days and bad, and that money's a bit tight at the moment, but Eddie tells her to shut it.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David starts smashing dishes off the counter with his crow bar. “Seven thousand pounds. Deal, or no deal.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioIfngvGVv1E2_rtST9iEnCM_YMeuSYDw1FftxSsMIJgn_YeWRgBzYeVljuZGX8n0zhkG5glSdm7gBApos_ZZh2uo_U6dgtr1cxh3nbrl-VnkFGacUjVauroX0MT9PkjBeyYzJ-J0U1W6/s200/40.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282252370865250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYPU0C_q1O8sQf9PcmUQrjfcGnfhXb_VbqqNnk7JCQGvF-WeWWCtGAFlF-jWxDMSQLc4GaoUKIuzXypXfggru33bmuJDLZNp0qMXTvIDOAUt25HpBTQt5ETwNYmQP4JgkSVQ8WjKPJZYR/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282252623215282" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ABICVawPtKaLnii0HtLRha7ZXrH2UYmF5SSwwMm8D9Er7xi1Pf-c3EAIHt4atr-Na0Tb4dNeNm5LZ99lHPYx6OWFD4CR5B6L39hTTNCFTMyFNYWw-0ijt7vEObF0-74XUqQ1gBkcx1da/s200/42.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282100899930962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawOwfPrZZVL0AAD94fx8W_3EbZqjEmie6_hxI6LViHs9AvRi3Z4PenW_hJA4jGVWe1p63IUy74TA-ZU73PaxjBToXY_ambrXyDxq29mCjW5SCm-7hEFQCCoeTz9SA8ZVff__5OJKbt52c/s200/43.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282101626842706" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Part Two</span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Written by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David Bowker</span></span></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p align="RIGHT" style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Directed by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Jerry Smith</span></span></b></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrP4ABRz_wziL4Srfr6CToQP1EsMneWTt3kFxULGRqJZIKt7PZ29hSQdn1-SgqsszI1sMTProiDaFeb3HERV3zBWgUZ8FM4nuiesC5FKZLqWtXSo7JKzSuKgtgqejBBFetbqwvWOTT4yj/s200/44.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147919924754338" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukxrynfSzU6BHu8d97AdEo90ik-HY5AZ8T6q9lLYmUqV6CfBZADqGQsc_k07ITsZJ-YgC04woSE_5KugVt1a-XsKyd-OOE9q-O3vsXsRh-YpBXcNxMeQNXWK-KFl53F2hZuABnUhS4qzR/s200/45.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147942100751970" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David comes tearing down the Windasses' front path, dropping his crowbar. Another young man watches him run past, then runs to the house yelling for his mum and dad.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David jumps in the van and orders Joe to move it! He produces a massive wad of cash from his pocket, and Joe spits out his tea, struggling to get the van into gear. The Windass' son chases the van down the road, but they get away. He pulls out his mobile.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Still standing in the foyer at Prem's, Dev continues to try to convince him that he loves Tara absolutely, and has every reason to believe she feels the same way. He's not asking for his blessing. Prem tells him to get out. Before Dev will leave, he wants to know one thing. Has he ever seen his daughter so happy?</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">For my daughter's sake, and her sake only, I will let this relationship continue. You and I are not friends, nor are we ever likely to be. I think you've behaved appallingly. I'll make sure Nina says nothing to Tara. In the meantime, make sure YOU honor my daughter. She's been hurt before. I don't want her hurt again!”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev thanks him and tells him he's been an amazingly generous man. Prem asks Dev to stop all this dreadful crawling. “It's quite revolting.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2kOGD75hiJdDNKO2lQhTwNulGqK-2MKeJdNDSZCAlx6WqA52cbkDHojUr8hD5T76002d7NClvjxQRjq3gWCQz2qgPeVcfXe4ZZlTsEZnZvtE-IJg57uG7QvbBvALHCfCtNS_2GpeEHIT/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147500446173410" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3oIKXm91EoddSFiIhUUSUn2zkq8rKAV3_BTPovQ8VVraPOT2X9G1oD_6ZQ-SbM5dy4V_xN2IleaVpwgVtSBrZlaER4hopJY6q4TFczmJr7TZPq5cw-xXPHa5TD6hHvvHYa6ENKpq0kLh/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147501686151810" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-ctE6aagQJJ2yhc85k6-1MZGmqZWs3vd6tPFluZk0DrQ-8Buzqd2o8FP-ucgLVsRR9bmDIrFaNXOtBtjIuGI5hrpgp3LY7fDdLGppXDElTWc-4o0Pc_jsEr6Tvx0fWbd37wy7jPvl9s_/s200/48.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147506388367874" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlhoEqxEVRqP8qfcTeKQ1IjrRwZDX_wPkAKNPv-I18Kc4k9jYCfYag_OIse_7vnp4n-ewM1vPoR7vLGi1fcQxyegT1Ehi40LN126SpkKiClu5zPxzm37WhReAO4hRQH2GYerSxqPWjb1x/s200/49.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269147197057064786" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dan's talking to someone on the phone, telling them he's just about ready to go. Kelly runs up to him and tells him she just has to pick up some money she's owed and she's all his.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Back on the street, Joe tells David what he did was wrong. Anything like that scares the life out of him. David laughs and says he was scared too. He just couldn't stand by and watch someone treat Joe like that. He knows he needed the money, and to be honest, he quite likes having him around. So does his mum. It's nice to see.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe's point is that if customers get the idea this is how they do things, they'll be out of business. He hands him a nice wad of cash and tells him to go treat himself, on the condition he never pulls a stunt like that again. David doesn't think his heart could stand it. Joe asks him not to tell Gail and Tina they've had money troubles.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pJ1fIDeWMTAg0nTINMumPu57QCu68oaJ0wRjaYfawnTblzi9FbpE5jXdMjjHYtzfoysfDuRQ1jeFtG7hgNXoxE0EXyWSfZQf0VzHkrrK9s_7BpYDFAkzXDkKu_bw9BVbhqHIlHs9rn8m/s200/50.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269146805945432050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoUx2RWAKrGJ95RE96eK_4fJq6ikect2kt-xbdct_4HU6kvsYGqKlYfBajCgoYcUXy5qnFKXCLfwuUaO35zMlrq9BjcofirwS8gUc2BzYzMFNqrrNzWdmDluTgu5paWsROC-3G5i-vrQj/s200/51.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269146807674696018" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXRVz8HmNXZ5WZOAfZFiM0NsUpPQcsIA5H_o9IYT4j4ZDpeSH02ZU743avB2Wt79xCtUy81PU4YdR4LKoWv-Kh7JqxamHkEXj8ubu2q3r6M7VZKVVhSaE7Wk3bivW3l-3Z2FqC5IK4bQm/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269146464264569314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkCnrQO75HaYCoPO2E-aG0d-gk-4OTYOuAmE7bd1MKHZP2sLTmGxhyphenhypheneykJGb3SWLUuSitoJ6DKUSgCGl1B4o4B9VFcKYtdEcVgzsf_NW3WnyZOIfSFL2FXOO_OpyD9vBoWkwMh4Qs_Cat/s200/53.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269146464076333250" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony's talking to someone on the phone, telling them they'll have their money first thing in the morning. "You know how banks are."</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Leann pounds on the door to his office, and comes right in. She's just sold a flat! Full asking price! They're overjoyed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Kelly waits outside the door, and after Leann's left, she asks Tony for the other 150 he promised her. He says she'll be paid in full on Monday. He knows she's leaving on her holiday, but until Monday, he's in the same boat as her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David gives Graeme a detailed recounting of what happened that morning, and they both try and fail to do their best menacing stare.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctzbHIbfb49_HrmIPt9kD1T6OfsoCzjMg-0U6J2qHHqZ150GiIfv8L1Wx8Da8ixopoF1z2zeH9VLrm_MyPwr5a6N149GO8BUd3bRS9hU6-RX4v5DD_0AmSf7IqeLx8riT8NcfPe68lvDv/s200/54.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269146243229576978" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBjzVntlm3kATZPaOdBdQZRkAE-Eo_EPA3TCDrBX_1ks8AnNXTiR8_XGUNAgUIvEge0KOdRlWZTOK4LyxgkpR8zm-6JFTIZT4qXFcklOB5pPcLVJYyd_g4AGW45mt9X4db5ZYGS6RuUVe/s200/55.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269145909366073682" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Just down the street, the Windass' son and another bloke are cruising the street looking for that “evil scum.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Kelly runs into the bookies to tell Dan she didn't get the money she was owed, and wondered if he could “borrow” her some money. He tells her they'll talk about it later, and she leaves, all smiles.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS2q0WQnOljjltbF8Ch62UzPNJQGWGAd4meIOJDGAE-29WwIqZB2s2AikrDoffJZG30Fw5teWURyDredKkybG-RShGkhGEJsEhjLRRPNCrVJsUwaEgs3iMVVdJlGt5rt6AsQuUiimZPtL/s200/56.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269145690573152210" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uSTBWTF3Agunk__q9aheSjTLGJV3tJZKg2N0Sh3JR-usieiNbTqIpAooVvfiVOIMCAu6lVkV6sty6hJKQNP3gqWsntVXiQFTT2ymcvAuZfAIsIhR-pwFRWyik4Y4CbPQJTkQmoxtS4Xz/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269145491106882306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql6GZ00ImDR3aa5pdglySvIHEwmcpRuAwTUqa1UHaeH7v6qm-eSTEMlVcMFsd-4p2NYcd3lv0CN-HpSB2FA8VfXP03RlSZS-E0PuEFSj5JpxCVGXfKwbGDbindA1BGGoMS1yk_Fh-ysrJ/s200/58.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269145490679942418" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme tells David about his supermodel fantasies, and about the type of girl he wants. He'd love to have Kate Moss, but she lives in London. It's a five hour bus journey. That wouldn't work.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He asks David to tell him about what happened this morning... for the third time, and only now learns it was the Windasses that David threatened. He knows of them, and they're not the kind of people you mess with.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Amber tries to give Darryl a few more pointers on getting in her dad's good graces. “To summarize, to get your dad to like me, I've got to look and act completely different?” By George, I think he's got it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgxuxyCGCRLNj0RumoAYHhtI1jjF_ZqUl3HwUzR175RlrA2yN1l95KJLMWxFCqpEb4eGpomGHeDurTuh_ENopbTKcWKGditkgtVviy2BgLO3URciuz-XytO1VB-E4gyhLSLJ6_TjTJoV4/s200/59.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144954396353682" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvypACITRfbYASc429yLda0T-u2yTFgW6US30DKWfDQmmL-hMU43w9oIO1Gc2HxxfUqAW66BxnKjw1XPpuHARUKcda5jxb8LhLXHut4voubXe3zdqoQHOX95NWIGiQxev55lGAOjFfyM1s/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144617346718066" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0869jW7Bi8s8TAoN6-NwnadzmaY4rf8KDK7J7V24lyOVdRnaCe8TwRnUHy56hxaKK19LOp28kg2cJxoiMaRAJlU-9fvKCqBerLkke6AFbYTcMKHcI1odG2R8sg9KvweVI0RXU9ZKjdqv/s200/61.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144618290854770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkxg34P2nv-dey-KAYiekiP5tTaDnZ0lLr6xctqI4GucU-8zuPQIbFl_T-lfEbglnHezLTbFs4g2Rh-vnBGYrVZmvIJjdNgKjX4VDl_2jd5-8nqt9pFr9CpujKI0Z8HAI31etOI0_bdqb/s200/62.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144384127858690" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7IEQBcwh9nOiqgdf3wPGKrjtvVIu-E5wRI6Azj7DwzyuYwR_SL3xXekZUrW69iq81od4y8djB2X2NbSolRB-wkMs1r2lkeSnC-AOKgZeTlhjixv85-lrwYGIAmnHdZlVH5wa6dqjXw9b/s200/63.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144383416453090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHax3s_PZ4ZB9ChHsHiUzuyo9n3W4RldcD9lKHJ6OpMTdBHmWXG1kejrqa1AWzlOxjhITRuqCXJeXd-cFY4v_rUtHZg-ENwhDSccEplxYHGAkXbGACq5D7R_AR8KVJHxn1HTRc28tQq-Er/s200/64.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144074611471890" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8gu5EzuJJtP1aeKUXkZh0HsCBPBm8FOUm1E7JiJhgChUsJF2cRV7SJxqBZlOtCRseCjejx_2fTXtN1TH5yD3hvHdM4t-OBJgamS_0RY2ijsIzEr-jPHi5rAGMcQUizz7SkRSJ0fWZQ-J/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144077266282946" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD8UVd9TB49Ch1k4kvr13DTsIp3Iud-7C58xeoK8a1OLXqnPS-08toCoqd7BblJiYZYY3pQNEcJXF4p6quEhoHziTe7UWmG5SGvGvNCKp9g18ZAYTHspG-lBD-hyNN_7RQ1Sk9BaZC7zO/s200/66.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269144079624594578" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dan's finished packing his stuff in the car, and wishes Peter luck. He'll send for the rest of his stuff once he's sorted. He can't wait to be rid of this place. The street is starting to get to him. Too many losers for his liking. “Speaking of which...”</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Kelly runs up with her hot pink suit case. He informs her that he's considered her generous offer to accompany him on holiday while sponging off him, and he's decided to turn it down. He likes her, but he's trying to economize. Plus he's got a mate who can pay his own way.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She tells him he shouldn't expect her to wait for him to come back, and he lets her know he won't be coming back. He goes to leave and she begins to beat him over the head with her purse. Leann and Peter watch from the sidewalk. Leann's quite enjoying this, especially the part where Kelly tells Dan he's no good in bed. Kelly pulls off her boot and chucks it at his car as he drives away.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Leann and Peter applaud as Kelly makes her exit across a wet street hobbling on one boot and trailing her suitcase behind her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev takes a break from stocking, and starts to dial Tara's number, but she sneaks into the shop and surprises him. He asks her out to dinner tonight, but she's driving down to London to pick up some stuff from her old flat. There will be many many other nights, she promises.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Just then, a Barry White song comes on the radio and they start to make out. Amber and Darryl interrupt the two lovebirds, and Tara says she'll call him tonight. Amber asks if he would look at Darryl's accounts, and help him streamline his business. Dev's in an incredible mood and is glad to help.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnLigOfL0Lc3xAGwGFY6SusfHHWhBPMwrMNyPpycSg_oARVBCne7kOmQEsk8-_2qQrm031n7VhT96-_HFOxCsQmbed2wHSwzi3Wna26pYOICq0VGQIc_EYA3xtIK7kVuSxC-9bMJu50kp/s200/67.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269143342689681858" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttwme6-oyt7AMzlcQ0lJ5xg0mY0BldDwkohuyoa4CC4feM7g9Si2v3OZwdHfO-trQtVXZcUuHEUR5V7N8eaFa_Q4Mh68hlmjvzzjIVf7kiKHZOgGDxQO-7RV08bbFejeignWmAwHwkx2B/s200/68.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269143341994544338" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9QX0GnH_Eh3NO7y169xOLJkOag7_pjMqQLms6vU8sLecch-R4cNrJbe6OBqnitCU-84cW0PYkeJlavgrtcxZOCODldvPaOXkTS7G_VJuxa31JvcBbS_6K7_6mJ3aNfnI_6xsaEbEz8ne/s200/69.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269143339047309666" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBFxIC9psa8wdsGNoolXyh5ksFenBb5MxdEd_zXaRn6RKwnCHqkG5EVNjHpTzFRmN5sMJRLRP8ccHPTO901Q5Le8KuI_MSVOj8SjZaHkhH7rypNy7JAphQ9IZa_bqK1W6oE6iknrlVvK0/s200/70.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269142747046838802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKd_HStn5YAb6ocH2ISS5c_WW8KjItiNdvmCU_d8zueZHVTex45webpB5HLUTpcNgdnTUR1twxW1ZMf1N7yxqJesAVYuZn9WB-Nc_bQDnKOEquQeihwVVrM7QOvTC8CC8hSzq7Xs373urt/s200/71.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269142746803143778" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">David tells Graeme he must have the wrong family. There was nothing scary about Eddie. Graeme tells him Eddie's not so bad. His son Gary is a maniac, and HIS uncle, Len, is even worse.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Graeme's mate had an ice cream van, and ignored the Windasses when they told him not to play his jingle when he passed their house. Len and Gary hijacked his van and took him for a ride. He never found out what happened, but his mate sold the van and now he never leaves the house. If he were David, he'd put the money in a envelope, feed it through their letterbox, and run. David says he's not afraid of lying, cheating lowlives.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">In an alley somewhere in town, Len Windass asks his nephew how big this guy was that threatened his parents. He tells him he was a teenager... armed with a stick. Len calls Gary a wuss.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2HaKICy3E3pK3zumTNL4y5vhhj_daw4VJbLnyv5y3Q3IXrWjVPwaf-whRGJeYSR2fsYj3S4M52Va7Uxt5FYowPTSocKBxcs5Nz8XYATuSgP5RZFjPiGdp4Fo9LIC30kngXJHMY7L68vJ/s200/72.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269142554866823586" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c6q_0u0flREJE-3KeGjFbrvy2DKRFSQhefkxH9rXGenKbZxTB9xS4BtyNyrsrLZl0S0SaP3BWtcE5PSf5HZv1CW-OD7fiMnTVGOUf886FQGL9G37nqDEYOFo29xzlfV4e-T9esi9VxjL/s200/73.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269142344794913778" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibusOn_Lgh_aJ58POdJikZ40AjtUAd_Rkhf7ZGoy9zVX0PKhhPdKtDcgnDyGhG6QXMHIKFZrGSk-KMv4ZfkpaS98mm0rx9pPpJ-pKGcTg0Cmc7N4rqsPFL_Cj8yzIWZzFdjsejdRZ79lOA/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269142343311081458" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev doesn't understand Darryl's accounting, and all Darryl can do is make jokes. He thinks it's pathetic. This is why his business is failing. Darryl knows things were going better when his dad was around, but on his own it's just gotten really really hard.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Dev says he'll do him a favor. If he'll leave the books, he'll go through the figures and see if he can find what's wrong. “Nobody knows more about running a small business than I do, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Darren</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">, nobody.” After getting Darryl's name wrong, he gives him some money, and tells him to take his daughter out somewhere nice. “And son,” he says after playfully slapping him in the face, “Call me Dev.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Peter shows Simon his new business, and tries to explain to him what gambling is. Leann walks in, and Peter suggests that he and Simon invite her up for a bite to eat.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUV7Bhwtiltra0cV5q5YARqMNplFpSCjJEvwqn5J2NjVkr14Tw-pk9RWxUpruxLphGpNWfJPIAdTABUAZ61NPfOcctkhMZfs6LbB2TjUDStL-WpSyA_JBI4VFiYBNrWkxi-5CO3hLw8Etj/s200/75.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269142047370381778" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSgT-GxFNGI7N-XDE_NcrD82RRfHV8NySub0wrDEWiKf0akMg9fsbaEszoAj8rdEV0EDxyG3CZYzcvh3LXJcc2I4JPuwcsdXOF0t0Wllu7XZsPqi6ZFBpM2UyDTOD3aQ6avD10Br-dkLe/s200/76.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269141876009650178" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Amber is amazed how well things went with her dad. Darryl swallowed his pride and asked for help. She thinks he'll respect him for that. She kisses him on the cheek.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">In the back of his shop, Dev gives Darryl's dad a call. “Jerry, baby! Now, listen. I might have a proposition for you.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgbhwyOeMpeMTvI3VT8mJFsEI36F3dIdo3R_CGBjvv8e6UU1Dpa0I1uZ9kXbay_64qP_LM0l2Y3arGErzo-cTzmQDXjDtWAAQUzJZa4xRZIlA1qsvaXEIXoiQk-QGzqNZpmsldQASTaVI/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269141489917322338" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMp_kMshKs2y3ozQ_fTaI31U1pSBMUQYM45Ye8FYd-rtEH1cZUUDGNicFABuc6yZtp2Jr2G5dB1MBztB-6UnsVDq70ARVzArJRKr-byN0iEXz4w0NXKe4aOBuK4R5ttGVVFxc0igia9IEv/s200/78.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269141094494301810" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTFphigkNaUYuemq7ykKVWpXTAQtrcl3RI0hJ_a5n6lx3GDlBU9TFC0WkNg1C6ra_7tVxR4b_nYPvQmFa8bYK9-Sf_ycOFuWIBY_8Wi61Hfa8bm7jPkQq14eu1pB4AWZM2gfFq5JqBkxm/s200/79.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269141099516404338" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Peter's got them all fish and chips and mushy peas, but can't find the plates. Leann shows him where the plates are, and all the silverware. She knows her way around “in depressing detail.” She shows them a stain where she'd thrown a bottle of wine at Dan's head, missed, and hit the wall.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">She busts out of a bottle of scotch which belonged to “Dan, Dan, the let-down man. Sold his shop and away he ran.” He was saving it for a special occasion. I guess his moving out is as good a day as any. She asks if Peter wants some. Not now. “Maybe later?” she asks.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tony's alone at home cooking dinner for himself and drinking some wine. He dials Carla again, and gets her voice mail. He's got some exciting news he wants to share with her. He's also quite keen to know when she's coming back. He misses her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhyU5wGBCVH0Jwhu5AkbkYxx6_T8iQOxuxUcAX7-rBEGafdv0zcQzJJ5jiKKkLNiyD0LpCMskBqrzDUv46mt17lbDPVQr808cX5dkTID4gjR4OVTBtzUfFxiJT8mo5CKRafRKPgjKRC8Q/s200/80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269324218639065666" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 109px; " /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQMftnLFbguzSi1VaMlAGPRtxYAHz7yKBhqtjVBw2i09HKh9lxNs81_w7MpcLHAtwgHmgXdAdjwkOf77nCtfTEZNDRIoWD4WmQk9Go_vcYdWAFNZusn8LTTAnli0fvrtuIBY1WrGRKm66w/s200/81.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269140262133437250" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoqRHT2ujit1_Me65phmSNEj9JVlyv5Pw5RrVEOY6_AurPO298jRfqSx1Kmx1fA0d9JhvWO34WJ45d-ZQbZdBEHVxKYqItuZUV1TIm1sB1XRv34Q9Opfl8SpJdm08Vr9ENAsEE40KpBER/s200/82.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269140262305312418" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYCZS-BGkuHcACccxq6PogazuIsPIvrztFf3nWd96D02bDtdcC93LWaNWnqg3F1MT4d61vkMCGbjQaEG3cQE_mll5YnVRVsVTbddOOIN9be7Oa2lHtHxWDv-aPKInhRuCjQxgEMtlllJc/s200/83.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269140263953955026" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Leann and Simon discuss their favorite superheroes. Peter tells him he's a super hero. When he's awake, he's this amazing daddy with the superpower to look after him all day long. But then when he's asleep, he turns back into ordinary Peter Barlow, who can do nothing but snore. He offers Leann the job of his stunning sidekick. They flirt back and forth, and she can't decide whether to accept or not. He lets her think about it while he takes Simon off to bed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">While he's gone, Leann gets out a single glass and pours some scotch, leaving the bottle and the glass on the table. She grabs her purse, looks around the room, smiling, and makes her exit.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Joe pulls up alongside Gail in his van, looking cheerful, and embraces her. He invites her away for a few day holiday, and assures her he can afford it. He tells her David's a good lad, and they have a laugh when she looks surprised.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hN2u2_P4rxCsacHJPPoCLU9JF9diCVpU5NKlRaBfXuR0SL1MS7HjUUobmf6yZCEzWD2iSG0x53GPYLKrF6Wa8KBpGnXHrBK4as0e1gHgV19piVVbMbZA9GkekVoW4qdbRO_aZ84bYlEm/s200/84.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269139579143622498" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHailY5CuvggWgU716a0D33K2oOjbSOJ0l2HbETbhsWVbb5IhUlxT0zUzer_-c2zQuJVLWvtSNC8_e7eo3tnsmt5cInE478pjI7cNz4bfcyaQ4S0CSlDbcCXF06xUpftXu8LXRBUFUWk3/s200/85.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269139033656539986" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Down the street, Gary explains to his Uncle that Joe's the joker that sold them their kitchen, the kid's boss. Len tells him they'll have to wait until there aren't any witnesses.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">“</span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">He's laughing, see? He won't have much to laugh about by the time we've finished with him.”</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-15188731595533213402008-11-13T11:27:00.027-05:002008-11-13T23:17:40.561-05:0012th November, 2008<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">F</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">iz and Sally both leave their houses for work at the same time, on opposite sides of the street. Fi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">z says “Morning!”, but Sally ignores her. She runs across the street to Sally and asks if it's going to be like this between them now. S</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">ally apologizes for accusing her of being involved. She should wait for all the facts before jumping to any conclusions. Fiz accepts her apology.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji92xAzeldA7zcXMpDkeCWBC2K4yDDRNDvKCu-W63Ru4wC6vQCOxrtXl6AaHOR-nXpRDTavQeVmXHo7OrSXpUeZp-_ULYgnXATet9YvZ2wRq_FVBzI-EqNivWrhUkM4zNE1nXZhOf3pwxU/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188486395403314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoVTxgwhL4cmeC1JkRR0z0fmsbDkYEQ3Y8gHD3YRhVV-aWQaosuGcmPxv2ST7IDbNVNciwA-oFvIZ_VyWJOlA_8tjSm9Rr7Vk0cW6-jasJ2HXeIdhoWA7GlxsvwOj7G6K0Ted5DPI30hW/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188493471870274" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-uP61OzBP9JD83TZZ9sTEm74xui6Tfp4U3l7iXRqFDyCx340Dolx0iflbGB3OPbI43FX75nP6tklDaFCTYk0mU8nqqdqXyHG8TXeDafyVx1I9aEzMJdybTq98MaKOlMuLv_-t7wCrcO0/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188318459445378" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">As they approach the entrance to Underworld, Kelly's already going on to Julie about her holiday with Dan. Natasha is on the phone with her bank, and finds out that she still hasn't been paid.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Blanche tells Ken they need to set up some sort of system for taking care of Simon now that he's theirs to raise. Ken says he'll take most of the responsibility since it was his idea.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter's up bright and early this morning. He's got business to attend to, but won't tell them what it is. “Devil's business,” says Blanche. “You mark my words.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjev81X4Cc-YAzBb5jhrH3UTEhZQbclv1aiGEdV7nimGooeHF2gbllqzxlyyNVqRDB3uCw8ogQRls35WhCmPUnlJMo5ueRlorlKBJGmPV60oKg2G3mqSA-h8aLKDzk8UWyL53B0rrHRvceQ/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188106886068914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQOOT1ajVidbyKVk4sdA4QRXl8p2SepivgPqPw_qSfFoxD19Y0KVVswWHJCIphmNi2vw4Ul1XhbgGr5o97Mc-gjP97LPhejWF7ZU6E5oA7X1LgOwdv1QEGUXjPvYDTJ_pEuM1kJGwG1Yt/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188105657861170" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpg-i1qfqqXztfUIP40DlFhCNsFOFuFuLW3rYYMgLSYOr2C02e7BgFYLfHD92rRt_KVK0yS-Js7b-38QyJYu38rD9X_63xCTH649RqQyLrfyXfmzQH3URJ8wrHk9clqmyUGBAr91gJhLKG/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187880641202146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSMWJLxK4FajmItg6fdXzlxK_l4C7rVrdDX3qvq-0Zh8A-8H2IgClOhX6MJJwmwrBkvD5tM-c2nuylku94yvsoDqB6ER_5M4dG8-e6VMYS25FBrDGFA7fX5F4M3YhyMmiciPDXiB0Gdu3/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187881879740578" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Joe's come to pick up David for work, but he's not ready yet. That gives him and Gail just enough time for a quick smooch. She warns that all three of the kids are right upstairs. Since it's Gail's afternoon off, he suggests he cut his workday short too. Soon as he and David are done making some adjustments to the Windasses' kitchen, they can sneak off to lunch.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">David comes down the stairs and JUST misses seeing them with their arms around each other.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kelly's bank says she hasn't been paid either. That makes all of them. Julie gets the girls on their feet and marches them straight into Tony's office. He tells them there's been a “cash flow problem.” Just another excuse. A different one than he used yesterday. Julie says that until they've been paid, they're withdrawing their labor, and shuttles the girls back out the door.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz receives a phone call from her mum in South Africa. Sounds like there's a problem.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJovic9ylAkv-oDozSd0NDrjKkAJGmp_Mi-uZiJShZq0O1EdfnF_5dcLe5cVFKkipFJNS2-mHciF-0Kdg3O_bPDC6g-MU27upHAKYN3rC-A03tyb5SWA_8XT2r06Iu8fTnAnwbjbZS2Tf/s200/08.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187532523464786" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGS1coL5A3DPFzfJTOm_kAV08OERpK7Da4Qn3JSSA4VVdzAFaLedDP4GwWxlwQ2FO1cxgpqPaywADX52CQ97_J1IdUsFJYt4VG58KaGuKV9znCMEWznaq-lHK8p4371UogwfEB0LmqtzI/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187533395770722" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VUngsdoltwjZftAby4EHvchB-6r8eE_Hqfbr-irV83367A00yJoFktxNZc1Nk6GFwxMe6-a6_vzlBgTaU9jz5UDC0OgkfuCFGKFS-WyWckqu-_eF_h9R_9bXCa9PJYwUmqcANEybgnno/s200/10.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187206057051586" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvZ_Ev8Ym43u1c9qlGTb14_sdJOOxB9mF_0haEEfinROmHuGjqa_zfS69gdf-eI9lXdoUV1LSljT5WjjiwPIb7x_emfJhhqmGBbHmLyG_0YJykFm5IMIY_8Ox_-wZFDAny_rkru6K-bHE/s200/11.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187213726734658" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter's seeing a lawyer who informs him that his late ex-wife has left everything to him. The whole lot. Proceeds from the sale of her house, and from the sale of her business, a flower shop. It should come to around 250 thousand quid.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She's left him all this on the understanding that he'll look after his son. It's not a condition of the will, as they can't monitor how he spends the money, but the lawyer assumes he intends to do the right thing by his son.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“Oh, absolutely,” says Peter.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Fiz walks back into an empty Underworld to ask Tony a favor. She needs to take some more time off. There's been a family crisis in South Africa. Tony tells her she can take as much time off as she needs, though she won't be paid for it, and he can't guarantee she'll have a job when she gets back. She says she'll have to take that risk.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4NaeMcTMpeIbHrJOqVDE1T0Sz5MErjWeUxPAtJr7WMPXvjNAc9l31ec4FHpLO3TfPNjuQbIItKw59dXiLAnR1yPKS3fiC4jzec4lKMqVnhAokY4l8gpn-sJY2egvkUt8tyDdbrFUUo4Un/s200/12.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186976445531458" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KlbRgdDs-Yfiw8NQhPhVJirg1Pb8mdr13vZ2Z1AcYogfm4x9Jue2hwLCRZDGGnr6mGAnfIGTQ1-6a_wJ7-jesOHnWTl-0Ak_EhUDcUFlV-jRXAZ49DgQ1IKwBWed37VlKJbGnHdqhrXJ/s200/13.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186975662166802" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj30Fp23-p3X2ZCoOAAixJUSE3oBKS89AfBe4chaJHxkOQxN2kppgb3KEik6cBplTL-vYO56AwWdtfx83QQVQ326Vj4EKR_ZJtgctJYtLQZfDf2FvEkDlNrVBBER4y9xFYQT1iaZpgqCuL/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186720217293490" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvZNToLnH8XT6NqMqC4D0IisiZCQIzFseYFuwk9TNIlsvxS3isd_m1vA2MOcsuNjX0Gzzw882Bpt5GdSiW70NC35Zb4p60B_eR3KNcNqHlWQQmLOvxGUj8ZPYz8QXn8ljNbDJP1lhoRoR/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186718980473554" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTyZzgZgziDts25szlLDTj3wIjw3-3TfjQz3OJMk9sO3_oiTCgw1CK1J-smziGKkGxExICmWlPW-i2Ma8n-gfzTnt-EiLM8WY_aw89HsQaZMeMMRBoGbGE_aYaJIbx2jc8FHowOjfqy0c/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186716688375218" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Eileen's buying something at Dev's and is in a playful mood. She grabs the pricing gun out of his hand and starts to put pricing stickers all over Dev's clothes and face!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dev's ex-girlfriend, Tara, walks in, and Eileen awkwardly excuses herself. Dev's just broken up with Tara because HER father found out that he'd had a lengthy affair with his WIFE before he'd set Dev up with his daughter. He demanded Dev break up with his daughter, and Dev agreed, on the condition Tara didn't find out about his affair with her mother.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tara's heartbroken. She doesn't understand why Dev's done this. He won't answer any of her calls, she spends every day in tears thinking about him, and then finds him in hysterics with another woman. Dev assures her that Eileen is just a friend.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She asks him for the real reason he's finished with her.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Joe and David are done with the Windasses' kitchen, and Joe says he's got some things to do on his afternoon off. David tells him “Don't leave her waiting on my account.” Oh, David. If you only knew how right you were.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsB0RZF-mMYtioRPNCnRMI9D1Efk1fIBcE5hJ6wCIPFTjYa2Dpc32Dzswau2GKFY8hmCPQ05whSmYzw1fHYuU3gWfcgJed7-wn0X6vDnam3lhI2upxB4TfvdUrXv8bsuph_w7VOjSScA5Q/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186400247603394" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkt5A9gkTOk9h71qJoKSUEr0cjdwjiIATdG6cmuUqMB9FI303oInyinF8Vw5H4Nuk2Gb0KjNEgnHgwooFv9k0aM5e-Kl729-LhfEJ2qhM7PuR-ww-yKsrU9bmOF6w1QrjnorP-8JjmbQ3G/s200/18.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186149145254050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYj5HTRX3oQ5PDeXMMXptdP9IQtyhpnlQbi4w57Kpy3xa1BNnO0SCg4xKh80fVV4NIrIhlrpco99PS2EtADzdL0FEBwOVp9XV5pCk_o8Gcp6BxIs77j-zWCtComSy_P16-PjlYew1txO8/s200/19.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186148381623090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecvi9m5T6cuYG7TgxUaJ6Xj6Qv_5iu6EWg5eT1gPLADvPO5zdCPC-GqpsPoRqcuofrbudOCavryN-SCg86-X-_en8kgVDNZNI8DQ0lXBCm7puhbsA11H8KYJyYvTkZqMR6HOH8FRXYV6T/s200/20.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186150326186226" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Back at Dev's apartment, he and Tara are arguing back and forth about why they split up. He tries to tell her it wouldn't have worked. All relationships end in pain, why wait. She asks if there's someone else. He says no, and it's the first thing he's said that she actually believes.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She thinks it might have something to do with her father. One minute, Dev's his golden boy, and now he never sees him. She suggests maybe Dev was using her to get to her father. She just doesn't understand. She was happier with him than she's ever been in her entire life, and she thought he was too.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">There's something he's not telling her. She asks if he still likes her. He says he's crazy about her. She asks for one good reason why they shouldn't be together. They kiss, passionately</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter walks into the bookies and asks Dan if the place is still on the market. Dan's looking for a quick sale, but doesn't think Peter's got the money. Peter asks to look over his books.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHrYbjGSEq0Gl24FLeOiA041QFjY-pUDqa09XIswhDubmVVt5J6Ap4YKz_DT3V-eoL8EfQ5sMKxoxMUbEnodYX5WKSbPcD9agNEfdM0kjeYmlf4RBFlJKs3aHvDWen6dhjYeS4dOkowM-/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268185960069518258" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCdu9PQj6h_TdLAri1w_qWA-FMRnVxDzCsH_nDoW7FiR6m2YhLKKD4vobJdRhbrxU5BmjLZNLUvwo6AKpP3rXhgL3NGUUzJOu-qhHasv1FVq0Scd3Ls3oeEAFUWrPa1HdPvvWkFhs1c0X/s200/22.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268185801092565698" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCygmeuieqnR6AKyuxDUVW9VgIL0MBr6wxmlN3uIu1HL7ezB8JrCZ1djQHXA7yCm_5EUpjGvWe4qoEqdAJp3PSpTN9NQcIfv-zPi1RaI_n-xSTDh-1y5XHt_Dtd6otJipsL9gaYgKuHyov/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268185800840148594" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Over lunch, David and Tina discuss how picky the Windasses were about all the little things in their kitchen, and Tina asks if David really thinks her dad's gone on a date. David says he was just winding him up. He suggests they go eat their chips in his new car, which is still hidden in the garage, and she grudgingly agrees.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ken and Liz lead their grandchildren, Simon and Amy, hand in hand down the street. Ken and Liz aren't related, but their grandchildren are cousins. It's the cutest picture ever. Peter walks out of the bookies and greets the children. He says he'll take Simon to the park for an ice cream and a play on the swings.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPyDRNLg1BBF3KuJAXUikBcllvBu-17qEezEjcu4IOQbfutofwFaJSww05riR3eXtrKeqQIOFEoj610Cx2Lb2e1YwILvIvBqI9gA34prvUUAsyJ-UUejNLx-iRTc2l6EWtpGx7tR5DE_3/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268185435349564146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFbAcO_BynjyFGykWfGXRgE_DLmbmP2UmYLfY86RnORtfr3azAt9_jb_uPtfflE14OJvEcdPwTWY03fOCreo7iS9RRUkz2hIIZDoZRvzaOS_OKfUKbywKptyuC-pGNl2YaJofysFJ_fdI/s200/25.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268185435909324210" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgaldBgCDFm8GHCF-mbVkp7pH1VFl8n0XFTHNyJq1wn1ZEyS8lvVkQisQ5NedSQO0F8Uni-hRx8E8q7sciSPr-f2V34kIM9ZQJHT_yjs7IRsk37ZEjkKxg7lMGSUWBLHWjQ3PYAYbUgHl/s200/26.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268184974659771186" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">David and Tina sit in his car... in the garage, blasting music. He marvels at the car's sexiness. She says it's a pity he can't drive it because it's nicked and he's not insured. He revs up the engine.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kelly returns to Underworld to get a few things out of her locker, and runs into Tony sitting alone in the empty factory. He tells her he can't give them the whole two-weeks pay just yet, but if she'll come back to work today, he can get her 150 pounds to tide her over. If she can talk all the girls into coming back, he'll double it for her. 300 pounds, some spending money for her holiday.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She agrees, but says he has to keep it quiet. He tells her to go back to the pub, act dumb, and he'll be over in five. He makes a call to his bank, and asks them to transfer some money from his and Carla's joint account into his personal account.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguY2xwjlOacNmX_1r_nNlHphnGQvG1BtxbhwA8_ojE0yHzTcghYXJT-zqKitO-dPxjl5zPFRibZgUwSdZHffkiWiQnK-o4vVJU_HlvjZRBQyzLgyn5mpBxgFIPxu3HTj1-17wQ9ANYtVsx/s200/27.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183672673782834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkQKV3uUIC7zw74jxEXg7OgGrIWXZ5lDjdpv4Zx2Clf9MsdWwbrKniWrPZMv3DM0I1rBdwbk9MJSgy_oEFQ1KDNP4sp-vI9eCxF-zqCAUC1F34nZj6XLFISGuua2XUk28h1vxS__sCFBQ/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183678341318930" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzx72Owd14VXrvrKLuqohx-Jjvy_nknDVf9LSyPCCvll-hdGwyh4etjVrQRsFZoEnjqsW5Su1vPhCuARcSff03P_JDyYcQU7POb9Y9H-F6CArcgwzOkPhrEo1NfclS4VWEUISsutJzCuWv/s200/29.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183496899912802" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Gail and Joe return from lunch, each with a half a bottle of wine in them. He says he can't drive home quite yet, and she goes ahead to make sure David's not home.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tony finds the girls at the pub. He tells them he'll take money out of his personal bank account to tide them over. He offers 100, and Julie refuses, so he ups it to 150. Kelly puts on a show of liking his offer. The girls agree.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIahhtHX2kQeQLrV2LFlfgjgel9et3X85-dRrtvTa7zsTbVE53Ld5uQ34UXJPVYaM0ExJHc4cz83UBt2GUHewA7yT_GfDTvXxNVxovx8yb2NsWUmnvMcjSl0b1kSbL_aFL_7CTR1_UQti3/s200/30.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183335834863362" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YhgDMxJqHcHbIWclTlOY13m4hZOVJnci05ajBRn3cosWoTb8FZ2yIcCLBD4qtPhaZbb_71MzttWfZLMQPFMTg6JtTGT7bzHLCg7dKtTGQ3NR6HI9KSFD3_aNfhnEAU_WnectTHqGEL4O/s200/31.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183148248311490" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Ken and Blanche don't know what to make of Peter taking Simon to the park. Could he have had a change of heart?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dan enters the pub and gives him a box. Just a few bits and bobs to do with the business. They're surprised to hear Peter's bought the bookies.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">David and Tina tear around the corner in his car at top speed, music blaring. Graeme runs up in hysterics. He can't believe they've taken it out! He's nicked it from his mum's mate while she was on holiday, and now she's come home and reported it missing. David asks when he gets his money back. Slight problem-o there.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1gzDULi3ldqNbNsToGY7uUwxU0sZ5cNGvzPTaNsSR-m7TvDYCrycGLsGlZi-61GHFd5c5peHL4N1htemoZd3imr2EciPJDnSoVerBk1EoLc801YMKIPfznPp5oQIzwKYn6eDK4WRURGy/s200/32.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182979425150562" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0k2HZQA64NtomyZhUR9xdQUHG3d9vaqOxJIDhPnwXDYux2JafGZGJw9v_IMnVtkHN_gmxhzT9pLkCABN2qkW3NhpQmZ2QHn70D2mCmjQd51M80H5-B0o_LI2I92K9ZQX4L4W8a3N1bxI/s200/33.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182805416513618" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Gail brings some coffee to the living room, but Joe pushes it aside and takes her right there on the couch.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter promises Simon lots more trips to the park. They both look happy. Ken and Blanche return home, and are thrilled to hear Peter's staying in Weatherfield. They ask where he's gotten the money from, and he tells them about the will.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">“She's left you all her money to bring up her son, and you blew it straight on the bookies??”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUucg5yB_WM1diLFSUGYt00Iovg9dGRcRGyZt7nSux_2OJLpqYWf7YWVH3Afs5jqJ8WimMnprcLyRfjtZni9VZ5tI46Z-gUX9lnJspOkxkTtzvvfMMaKXVVujYsQ9jvpHJsSFmkL7AEJL/s200/34.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182560592230066" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47K2bFSyMZtZlChJqB4QLGEThlch_Q-QAfXrRWnvNrvICd8pEcTJZBrA8wNBTYDvXXFLyEwfurzrsx1v95fLCQm58d9TrHZcXHCCKRiyRhTKTB81FEOcwH8hfenuzcXQ4X_9wILE1QGzK/s200/35.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182561855145410" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHYE-Vddla7rXNlDE73niiNefSADAtGjZrqaD7ay38EDe8YipGG8G1p49VU7_yKioTZmImkoMthc0btWK_XeRL0FEeY-zJxiEszGobeJtjgdXcKpSyPHYqqE0WiFexQxIHMM-MxV5FCaI/s200/36.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182258500067938" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcPjLZaouMYS6fW3c2tj7xJvkGGwVo1i08rl7lnr8bT7hD78-Ajh6aVdfd-PXTjTDVo778ZUy0nTytHngPSGJHgsG5wpIlGxIqZhNeQ5y8EXFuKQT2TbWf7DxUSV8Cvuctb9vYiPWZjzl/s200/37.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182264413294034" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">After hididng the car back in the garage, Graeme admits he can't get all of David's 300 quid back to him. But that's the least of their problems. The kids open the door to find their parents all over each other. They're disgusted!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Tina says this is what they joke about, the two of them together. It wasn't actually supposed to happen! She asks if her dad ever planned on telling her about his cozy little set-up, or was hiding it part of the fun?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Peter's upset because Ken's not happy either way. He gives up his son, he's a rat bag, he wants to keep him, he's no better. Ken DOES want him to stay, but for the right reasons. Peter says he's investing in the business to provide for Simon's future. Ken thinks he's only here now because of the money. Peter says if that's all he thinks of him, he can sort somewhere out for he and Simon to stay, and then they'll be out of his life for good.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rWhaBRRQoN1lpYjhEwvpNt4CdtzdpLZWb0McNs7WcVnOX3riH8Io2sl78uNNTuUYcuW9erSc0_MmrqbO2UuTUrEyFJU7Sqxu3778oC5ur5cZIhYkOprbFHLKGeahOEUKH_KU4XhEuC-t/s200/38.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182031901015266" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEljUCeutQ64fIjzx235-h6Za_Ck2y8o_5AWf8S4DaMYF3w9W05Gwt1OwcNcq20qwiILvAsrg62RFBleamuazLDKcHK__eNvN42ANBtg5XpKxtuG93CD1nLUMcLjPoSHTmNKjaRCsR7iB/s200/39.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268182035304628946" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-70065732196962986712008-11-12T11:53:00.080-05:002008-11-13T23:17:27.561-05:0010th November, 2008<div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter stumbles out of bed at 9:00 in the morning, and asks where Deirdre keeps her emergency fags. Ken tells him he's been up since 6:30 reading to Simon. Blanche refers to the boy as “Shymon.” Ken says it's no wonder the boy's shy. A house full of strangers and a cantankerous old woman ordering him about. Apparently she's had him fetching slippers and things all morning. Peter says he'll just have a quick smoke, and then be in to give Ken a hand. Ken tells him he can take over NOW, and while he's at it, he can go shave. He looks like a vagrant.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPCUzAK2uve6pnSDx6YUfgzF_N_JkdUDW8mFNT23RRwnMimDaeJ_2zR4rvCs8FW6CspWn94jhZV-HTaHOoOeOkbdCqsrjrWyFbyobno3OAdBGdYCn2mINifw_DO39pWYe8dT-7zxxfn7U/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835768557618130" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MIKEx64nKXqa2X7qoVqooZYZvnWUPMh_6wcX5bycvc_li1X-TQbz04d5FCUpO7NsOgnKdTg-vO6BZ84hygyrSiDSIuh-mKt8on_V-aorxkB-gxhvunFTBO0H0Nes9as1O2mNBPr-Vo0K/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835777155113602" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ2gXd47DzqidzkIvuzmaMsgz2asTc_G2n7kFqq_wBt7hZ8ctXa8zTUzoYsWhnlQW41u6iH-jtU44HjTleCg4WTe0RgX8HpGmb15q2Fe3lC5FCJssD-waj1vsmtQwW6u6clm2uHtg2whKr/s200/03.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835781184495170" /></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mFIFqAzLi0fHfRiGonRWW5ydfhWMVYwoPDcPJ8gdmxbd2_W2nq28XaGezQ-f2E14LlV6KTEfyCKcVNuU8VpySL5o-YbpReSr2wE2pSxFOuU0fGV4Z4Fw007zmrh9YeHvJwIRz8914MLL/s200/04.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835396108263058" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJkU4w2XnAnOJQnHAPqDvW7mRy4SlQVTQczkn42pWVQqaDR5LTfwNQQGsDMPW0CqCb4r-2LE0VA3zK-gq1KIGb_huOB1L9CDdkGnTs5vJe8aXR4FWcwIQmNhq_Y2_aGoHEkBiid31s9O8/s200/05.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835394925639762" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pZVpU-YwatGa70KO_xslQsHnRQAVGBRBTH6Wty62-SpUKzKsBygBLtwLJ0myaxVgkkWlUxndqUd14vzUpn_boVlKcg8T3Jm1ruk2NuTuegqiRB_FF-DvBp3WxoXwQ0VBoSKeUeLSwOdz/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835397456814338" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Kevin and Sally are discussing how they think Rosie's doing, AGAIN. Kev thinks she not as chipper as she's making out. He says she flinched and yelped when the toast popped up. Just then, Rosie comes downstairs, and is embarrassed that he's told her about the toast.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sally tells Rosie that while they're gone to work, she should keep the doors locked, and only open them if she knows who it is. Rosie tells her she's fine. Sally will be home to see her at lunch time, and leaves for work. Kev asks what Rosie's going to do all day, and she says she might go back to bed. Once they've both left, she looks around, nervously.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fiz is talking to John Stape, telling him to please stop phoning her, she doesn't want to hear from him. To say that she thought she knew him is an understatement.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMwUACUGmdqRPVyTuGBEQCmp4d6RFNh8ihJS0SEqOkOlk_EeSCyOsGK9rxVGFeaA5jucF2hpYK87zz4KXiCcznmQrIJh8g8bfiRES1f0YrqQY8JNaPBRmEgKyDDER7KDUcMb1vSDX0s3V/s200/07.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267835164082896946" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoEzQpurMxYB14YSYA52klJSiJGXxFfKr9cUtVA4O0eQfqwARkhilDbtN-mBnZUPI5KXu5nk0H6A2cS9Vp6yNjuPOPs312VJp-X3wZBpr16wY4QvbYP-yfvrD0yPM3EkixJfUS20BlgOq/s200/08.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267834931036580994" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dan meets Peter for the first time while on his way to work, and they talk about the business of being a bookie. Apparently Peter owned the bookies before Dan. He tells Peter they should keep in touch.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Further down the street, Dan runs into Kelly. She says she can't wait to be off on their beach holiday together. She owes him money yet for her half of the trip, but thinks she's grabbed the wrong bank card, as it says she doesn't have any money in her account. She promises he'll get the money tomorrow. She makes a few ditsy remarks, mainly about the “Davisi Code,” and Dan looks like all he wants to do is get away from her. She kisses his cheek as she leaves, and he wipes it off in disgust.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gmDTk1NXPDp9MxSrASnx5RH5ChQRX0O-AvIihWqvzcapsKE0ZfiVoUYTlA7SqsS_GpQgihv0qBK3EkfhHEcY8Far66sxLU2AXNpRLAAroFjqXgMnTiHjHvEd0-IjUfXMA8zX6sXblwYm/s200/09.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267834779248142834" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ujW4mzp5LgUOSA5-7tGJ5_VcBi0MYL9P7Y_lpBRWjFmi9mX_LLVCyAY2McX9WkpTRkdGZ20NZmaKyAG_Knz8Adgzg-ivSxg4NEafARiy6Lm5vj7ynmnwlRTfmw8pJoRy16b14FKUhB0w/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267834570784106738" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaj66nNt1HAUUBX-Lh-9aDhLCtTwCpPIsYBQnm0UdVxvbl_gFUcWmzoXzz2CvVuH2U_KqvFg4t_zCpvzB0v8IlEIYAscoxUdfFtQclOc6I6EBFL6FQIZVU9yOjyrPQJcB5a_5WVksO58n-/s200/11.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267834570172392898" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HtrPEMhIyymCA3z_IDf2hBLdL0NOM4nOnbtXsipnor5If-hj9FFwL6wC1dFCUZ80_CLEsTWQ1coRofNfteusv7d0rvp76aApSzql8ecN5jxJHigmc6t_t3zHcscIxQqgUu_fnWCD85KK/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267831455798933426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pbe4gJjO2B065bMI8QNbgpj116cFQM1r_nmnMOhrIUrm7Y7M9hhIMWtQ0TaG6bB00nhEGSY_Yk_i5sEgIZeUhoDxQcHbvEpTvLWw_PmlFG4xCnDORhkVYgL-zGfnP_T0D11Ix2ivLqc8/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267831873366738578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgDJm7At5A488dIm9iprl_Kf6tNmsnJJbwmXAxfNx5VUkLe-ulqfirMI-IQl6XUf2_cbBUB_nQqhSuWwhoraPOY5pO09PJCV8wvW_1XzWGt2e6IuZSpltkCogiNmblQVBK6Swo8IQ3SfO/s200/14.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267832020882150546" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAyIY28Li67FF6zoBv8v4DQXkqATL9GSC_aVFa7TMwfDXUMvEiZD7uFDRTnLQltFI-1u8gADOwk3acQ_HPSKPIN9TMpd1oiTeTi81DeiW1ZWHyFQKNI8AWnr_d_s-GbNgDyi2CKJaTLo_/s200/15.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267831877490104146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83FPUDYVyeiitTU2dpfA-5enOBfeSl-TJHoUfUNdbCCqGzbApXsYAECGrCy5l7F0JbDt8oY2RrLnmyb8_eHnJmoP5l0EOMzLuOgvaON8WNkG1kmRu_4b3olxQkusoi8zmqZxSyq0UobcY/s200/16.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267831495727064354" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tony's in an unexpectedly good mood this morning! In fact, everyone at Underworld is laughing it up and having a good time while they work. Sean asks Tony what material HE prefers in a ladies undergarment, silk or satin. Tony laughs it off, and tells everyone to settle down. Natasha thinks it must be lace. She knows his type. Tony admits he's got a thing for cotton. Oh Tony, you kinky beast.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Kelly runs in late, but Tony's fine with it. Sean says if HE had better legs, he could get away with murder in this place. After Tony's left, Sally questions why he's enjoying himself so much. Sean seems to think he's defrosting under the hot lights of their spirits. Kelly frets about how the ATM said she didn't have any money, but the girls reassure her that their week's wages usually don't clear until lunch time.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Julie tells everyone that Kirk and Chesney leave for South Africa today. Sally says she wishes she was going. Sean agrees... He wishes Sally were going too!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">David comes home from his driving test to find Tina on the phone talking to a mate. He overhears her saying “...he's absolutely gorgeous.” Seeing him, Tina hangs up the phone, and runs over too him. She's so excited he's back! But David's in one of his jealous moods again. Before he'll hug her, he wants to know who it was she was chatting to, and who it is that's “absolutely gorgeous.” She tells him they were just talking about their OTHER mate's new boyfriend. He asks if she fancies him. She sounds like she's had enough of his questions, and tells him it was an objective opinion. They finally smile, and she kisses him three times. Once for passing his driving test, twice to welcome him home, and a third time just for a laugh.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span><span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluPk5omSPKod2vW9Wfp26O7Hjsw68L6yMGs2XpvF78SVkhYf3fKCnW306tdYlK1QEuBQUSDUUhAyA5VHF9bSACglgPn27zQCpiRkTXDh1xFsF8f0iUhc4tgvNm9WU1zmdTO5BwR-veOcj/s200/17.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267830799938523842" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OTo4N5bRv7CUgj2yTw7EksXp6ecXaKgPp5aj8B7CeHjGiCLUW1VUxnR7cKGTXQGu0CPaGa9n-9Qre9M0rZqoz1BolPkdO_LSm0RDOfUFlJr4_DDMsN2NBfyB7wrouC7v4qiNiwIStn3M/s200/18.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267831005879875202" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnShKWak-8-PEkPt2hO-ZLtXPfq29g66X2kDFxG-fUcwrhneVQJ1K0qVEFU-Txd0AshsRM8BFwSotgxEbrtlAm8GOjKq05EbJ264wH2eC_FTcOCAz6ZESfq7pCwMt279fQDpIvhLO1IvX/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267831121377399650" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIjCqS7q0NdheaZ3iTKxybbfBTxCKFsw36zd5J1GayeMrexJoyR0aFImvzenC0QR0B_rXlNu3TVIRnXxalLKAJpNe5QYSV5PnETJ8tldRkfX3N2hE7AMx59oLtaAjFmUECJqqRUEamAOb/s200/20.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267830553631056482" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Chesney and Kirk are packing for their South African holiday, Chez worries when he can't find the suntan lotion. Kirk shows him he's bringing along SPF 5 and SPF 10. “Factor 5??” says Chesney. “I'll whiz up into their air like a bit of paper off a bonfire.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter tries to help Simon with his jigsaw puzzle, and asks him what he thinks of his granddad. Simon says he likes him. Peter tries to have a conversation with his son, but can't get anything out of him. Simon just stares at him. Peter gives up, and says he's going to nip out for some fags. He promises Simon he'll get him a lollipop while he's out. He leaves his five year old son home... alone... while he goes to get his cigarettes. Who can tell this isn't going to end well?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIbhi9n4GMhFgbvwGm8Fyn-8CWEMYs5CcYcgzsElS1smucy5g1qnHU6x5dR36XqfMpewtJyeKTgDJsxh11ngkGcZwR5XewdINq9zHaq6ANHf800zCJAVMPQb21q1hh0QPibVt3Bcmd3iE/s200/21.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267830246890760226" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_It424eTKmTu81OTDAg_et7XuOR04LnUOoLTjGUuMBvJ6my1Sh4LKJmfi_RxnjUJa_qIHCnDzwEI1x9kG7M9QYe0BZ9LjSIxZQox6Gdp70FbQS8BJccRILxRaY-r-Jz-MSVncFDafs95/s200/22.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267830252575598322" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8I2Up3VtXP43Db1fHVg0DomwItRYGy-hVXlpu_Vt-0VUseDS7HxyJ1br1rxffoa2ZwD_OrpQdvbLXsM01Be7BMwQmU3MJfKf4Pa2T99FOzCuty_0YePkRI79GYg2VJweA8sF5qd0I-FU/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267830031516681858" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Leanne sees Janice passing by the salon, and runs outside to ask her how things went at court today. She brings her inside for a quick brew.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tony's arguing with his accountant on the phone, and tells him he doesn't want to go back into work just now, so he goes to meet him for lunch.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMm0eOM3z2zty9GgigNWEO1mizTyKRbjwQBjSrjbZDJahM2GlukW9l2pLL55T3MOq4s5cE-aOHI1Imx5CJgQTWcgqrZt5Pj-0yWYXPM-FDt3YxV94pxEomG_BN00d5klJWEu4eErP6smY/s200/24.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267829086467595554" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWw5kXGXnk1bxIiUSaBFOPA-jbDxMB8KF-aEAiPLIljO56o7pMZ1kBLkoJnvqTJy8cv9RceZGLc5EzUdTlIMc_Bq2WuiJUC1qvg9hITeRGoS3px0v4ttI7c9DXl0j6OfDXR4xhcLHnx6-/s200/25.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828960495515010" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Inside the Kabin, Peter looks at some kids toys, and sighs.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Over at the Platt residence, David's on the phone with a mate, and tells him he'll see him soon. It's Graeme, David's former cell mate from his days in the slammer. Graeme's just been released. Tina warns him to steer clear of that lunatic. David tells her he'll be around in a bit.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrskqaM2peAGuwbEwtjXvJ_iiA1v_MPEzQAr_efQy8m6l9zjWTtkIOqmZ0oxJU8aM2hUw4kTGuxrx2U9G70NoaxoIm8uEXCvWJ2dQShkC_UiFVgzRcXDDPGWlUsdx40ZuTZpy_tt_RCExv/s200/26.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828781331994578" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKAKgubBSQYp9ee-Wxc-x15cHn7CvLEuTjYhbgehan5OiSylRC142cXmCSyG0lh9AbmaVBCMAE2Ikyx4ot3PXAscmI0oY4afglSLu7osukIwQvlp7mw5X7az8E0puG_L-05s4DvT7y62x/s200/27.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828780220119314" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCnhR_fGgBBbUzFg9x0uxAV1sMV70N1MXO9UDq8lUsKL20pTrVCCxMMMe2geRF-s9NDnJm6kwXinARDA-G4sbMqWsXNvF9mAxWNUfYnHZZjjNalBogoPnME3RUefAJFZFq9AHnkQ71A4L/s200/28.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828546001673810" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ken comes home to find Simon playing by himself. Where's his daddy?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter leaves the Kabin, fags in hand, and whistles at Leanne, who's just left the salon. She didn't realize he had a kid with him, but Peter doesn't want to talk about it. She tells him she likes kids, and Peter says he knows who to come to if he needs a babysitter. Leanne suggests it depends on who he's taking out, because she might get insanely jealous and refuse. He checks her out as she walks away, and she seems to quite enjoy that.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jAmIC4b6cRbCWFSmDjT2_hmhY03HXCFqhOFF5PLREUVTPLVeQulXi1rg3TENt2Uaz4aviDjrzFPRNJeTvpxPo64LM4UsNAcYUKFa01pKc3dtCajBe6g9uVw1YtEBVMrXMo5RvCDvNl3B/s200/29.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828396976962706" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oXz1AagoK9fcGIVpdtCJnHIwSQk9B0zzCELjy9F8N2Qc7bhhe8vI6xC4oFJVvCyTMVss6hh95Ogt0i02y_qpmGdsKU12cJ2Zf7ZBOY5iSDDDMmhGpJbgoIgtA0SYhtOHv5Vkhbon1WQx/s200/30.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828403264822802" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVl8ovuK3nz1lqjUE7yDnHjmgl_e4dDG2evlzArxks0uOoTKdE9Bse4C5vSmWlxywBV6FvYxNkO9Ttocc93-A54InkXRWQ7LjLNcrVhhUvpHiyb1w4soeKET-oCvNdtsLrp5mwIEklW5c/s200/31.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827609636106114" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianFD7gHHcPEA899dcJQxqniSwXBgcQdtQoPw9jw3N48igHJHAm-gqk10bEBISA8U0A3mb24Ko4xLV6NKoYp_qld1Y4qY4s-Bo6pZT9JvryknzttBvR5CxzRQ6ljf2Vlm53UhTxc3jWObS/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827616536865330" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Julie and Kirk say goodbye to each other. She asks him not to talk to any girls while he's away. He promises... unless it's a flight attendant offering him his dinner, or if he's in a shop trying to buy a souvenir. Then he might say “thanks.” Not that they'd understand English... in South Africa. RIGHT, Kirk. >_></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In the living room, Sally asks Fiz what the police asked her when she was arrested. Fiz tells her they knew the second they laid eyes on her that she had nothing to do with it. She loved John, and she's devastated.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWv3OYpk9s4jdSkjYTzMNIphu83GsH7JB4csxaHbzua0KH3FTA-YW2_kWtwfxvfyF7H12YVUTiJaI3kYBuQvaIYrEfgxfDhZmQiBhCGM-ftAKUEfHKEp7r7WZNsZS7vUg5m_UW_yL-bUu/s200/33.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267826910377094178" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRkgXb-EsnbXRBWPawfA3sQfYU0KuMRmzWLoTiAdp8b7A0venbz4Gh0q6UN5cbayC7xkq8oXY5aG3Gtdbx-1jw5dYXxmsTSZsvEi9DVQxuTM8I4y5Mx2lLLhq7DoLPxc64PZ2VuHlWJOG/s200/34.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267826915661402546" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFY2UJBGip99qfpCSAjkNABKLl-2kkytwSXMS7UucGPtI_xJWxoi3YzXNCioLAaE41oKkLscI0cCtwBb5X9c2AUFldGZjJvJhrugBsAceZSYFIn9DH0nu-bvFb7QFPvcOWz8wOHKmod2Jo/s200/35.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267826492532197042" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Someone's fidgeting with the lock at the Barlow place, and Ken runs to the door, expecting to see Peter, but it's just Blanche.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Rosie sobs to Kevin at the garage. She heard a whistling sound at home, coming from Sophie's room. She must have left the window open. Then the door slammed, and a picture fell off the wall. She thought she was going to have a heart attack, or kittens, or both.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sally runs up to see what's wrong. She tells them she's just been talking to Fiz, and that she still claims she knew nothing about what happened. Between sobs, Rosie tells her once again, that she didn't. Sally says John wouldn't be the first nutter to have a female sidekick. She was going to suggest Rosie went out with her friends tonight, but seeing the state of her now, admits that probably wouldn't be a good idea.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sally starts to head back to work, but stops to asks which picture it was that fell, and if it broke. Oh, Sally.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzyD7AAraImqZ68T0u5xWwtnZTAiYbsVoLiAl2Q5NHdz3hGUYth01z8AToWLqAeFWiUtUmnkYZEMv6FOyhrZ8MZFkB-3AA475EfFHQEYb2wRIeZQDcDofwXX9FWhoXaD2OPx2FF_QaLIl/s200/36.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825834957047298" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3biCXhyphenhyphenUNDzVNjNhkQicrLK1ZRyLFp6BT8qxjPUgNW-hQRIF_0s8sX1aJA6ibvOJ9gfrXWNdHi04AdP0IO8If8pAgvrFWsPFIZCjo9WcNeGHJwShRhMAt1cWpaHD8k6rhHZG3ecJgsp0/s200/37.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825838094955634" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6V4qOP37i4dmHXAo3O0QTMxHT9H439IJHjnHHerJKQimkBSGOIVeYS1iGW0tigmxLqCtlWQJuhpZbKvA3zJ_1UzV_qfBEB6F6giSRs8Whyphenhyphenw501N7W1nceegJKszSV-SSfIIG1yhN_L_V/s200/38.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267826217059374898" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrhZua1K8jaZkSWKChJ1T2exhue7OfAshqwlDDOVShgfiMscFlE-5jZZhBHMSi9veslYa-UdOPYAowbJHaLIJs8lfKvZGeYXdIWaltju8Vq1d3og_M9tFxsoE6U51GyS9Psibej8yQBd5/s200/40.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825608950763826" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Julie is freaking out because her credit card wasn't accepted at the butchers. She was so embarrassed. Natasha says she checked with the bank, and her wages haven't gone through either. The girls decide to confront Tony when he gets back.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ken does some confronting of his own as his son finally returns home. Peter says Simon's five. He's fine on his own for ten minutes. Blanche thought Peter had taken off. He brings up that Ken wasn't always there for them when he was a kid. He brings up his three siblings, who apparently aren't winners either. One of Ken's daughters in jail for murder. As the two men argue, Blanche tells them Simon's trying to ask Peter something. “Can I have my lolly please?” Guess what. Peter's forgotten it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjGrnVUzTHzh3rpmRzylkI0vsZUzWuc52QSvYSvKX7chVHvBPj531ZR94MTW7Q8A_PK1zXOgTteCpdx5sFRwfX54T3rKgaW3D4Iq0T3CJ4TWJ7vHRsfn8TgzY79sFbt3cn9Z159yf_stZ/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825399249791714" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrX3j-ZhKS4k-9gmCcSapiIQFXhBiyC9mtYETmUiPhPEUkB6zu3gcbM_nnfUm5LRdMjft0YnhHdQP3hJ0lhT5UtZTWwPVqGdfcRLjmtFo699b25tmAf40oTnIjNrvxrDJi0IJP8StuxOZ9/s200/42.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825404087271490" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOT3XOCH5BnNcV1eb2AD-U_h_-4OQZ78GjqLxZ1dZpShzOA5dd2QlaHYa1L5gNUU6PonpauG2dQoZY0vez1M039dVrrpb8QqsuH5c6YPqqTzndRGcuVMlcVaaOczummWXJ1dbGDZe8yKyg/s200/43.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825152601673666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmhgS5wBS2qIQcEzjQfHnktP21xjlmW4iHCUzwqvLEJhilGFJtbDv8rdo0LHLf5dC1IFY6PifiaoRLTU8NZl9MNkMWRiTwUWCF0TXYF0pC4SDDsUfZ728RlX5mB7FnfFCyKU_MfofzrRZ/s200/44.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267825151970411778" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Graeme shows up at the Platt place... with a duffel bag, and he and David do some stupid secret handshake. He assumes Tina knows the handshake too, but she could care less. Graeme was released from jail yesterday, but he's had a fight with his “big fat mum”, so he thought he could kip on their sofa. David says he'll have a word with Gail about it, but she'll be cool. David's apparently looking to get a car, and Graeme says he can help him with it. Tina warns David not to get involved with it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The girls are discussing their money woes, both their wages and their lost lottery winnings. The police say they can't have the lottery money, not until the investigation is over. They ask Janice what her punishment was for stealing their 25 grand. She has to work in the canteen at the hospital. Doesn't quite seem fair.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPyqLy57Xkk8lKkyXHikL9J-dHJZ_FShaoAjAAe9Jhy8L_oOQ6L95dSDH3-MHj9XwcEMInuUgwnGpUp7H_HzkttwERTI3rzEhyphenhypheny1SmTVHEUnqYKIQqwm1zhx4cmmBlad4VMVJH7TIE1ln/s200/45.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267824994886328578" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMgXJSRlQ9ZELsPdznIvNKsRpzYkmTi6NZ7gEaG60___W0JlnbLKugmh3zypugNDnXco5uNpQPpueDhXphoPTp3MC006eK-SynZsYR13YvXxoowd58RB2f_WEIZwa7xxJjBNWSpTXIr43/s200/46.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267824704630116978" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fiz sits at home watching TV, trying to ignore John's constant calls.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter's out back for a smoke, and Ken comes out to join him. Ken tells him that despite both their many mistakes, Simon is still a poor disoriented child who's lost a mother and gained a father, and whether Peter likes it or not, his entire future is in his hands. It's a huge responsibility. The biggest thing anyone will ever ask of him. Nothing is more beloved than your children.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Blanche pops her head out to tell them there's a social worker here to see Peter. “I just can't do it,” he says. Oh, Peter. What have you done.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">See you for Part 2! :-)</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPkLowkvvmFhTTUzW5SmKdRGDoSHGOrxi4uAD6x6jdaEQ8eD1XnOsy_kN9mM14oHrkdVFjmGlmyNMEf7ciNvAZFNcY9bZ1ruZ9TPcwUIa-mF6aQF2MoTTndmca5xuv0yvuWdYJ_m2-kJ4/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267824081392725154" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMDMs2KzPJuIdNuo5fUg-kRl0XKx7juXsB65mD_nInr8Dfywb3rPqP9cKYvOaIdKZkhwxy0iwkyBVhIBnpSCCtPDP0oQewVnCIr8N62jbng7qfcxTL-69Z1PZqsLBcRHlo_kRKrWqjipM/s200/48.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267824297561103906" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dmn_dXSALgwwYnUZbSyUrfjDeRzwhh028jLSfqVH88whJCF0ByfaYZa1TWAEf77Phd4PGMnDTjNQFXKbNhLf5QtN2gLy30pw7mHHyqv7oT_Ccg7wwww3IJUzoZf1lwIrLeCZyB4A8Jdu/s200/49.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267824453859222018" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosl6Fwne5IUyHhW0r9HlMQRLQSoe7yfUer2Uk2WKbZsS0Jmnl9A_Xa6M1rCxuLU30vjUHoGTKt72toTFnC9Zi9VNflBfQzmCcG2mxhyphenhyphenqMTHpX31JiPi8dSi8ETNereUaLoMezrgnokIRi/s200/50.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823622010536786" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter greets Rachel from Weatherfield Social Services at the door. Ken thinks they should talk about this first, but Peter invites her in.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Leanne sees Tony on the street, and asks him if he's heard from the property agent about the flats yet. Tony says he should be hearing from him anytime.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuqTvdwRsdATjsoduUuL3v7YKd60gtfTeDW7wHZICscXAwNS8JsjPcMydvLlQrjniJwJn8hSdSIS_Q6aESqxV_hZwfq5Asmdp6pN88vk-TIR3bLIbJPnk34A8tMlrHjOeKipSk-p1VrWH/s200/51.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823493968829122" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_VRWPhLT0Llt3Us0CX4v-oEtEWOg6ottYjOB8XmJN9J7dRXGepAvgyxjWVYW2DtjebmyMJvmHGOLmm0tqUKocgs71dDtNcCS2LUfyk8tRPHcTmpFsZvI1n6Fzfsl37NvtO3-AO1krKHl/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823235337603042" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs3t_t2ZKkdK2GCnh8_fbe9YSkspLTasetaqIUI_Vo6A_vyUHU1G-w5GC0GDYuO7qpUp_2hNyErYDBeK2kNx5Cx1OZ7gfEwV5eiluWjZ8GjEepA63rRKE6JNhWSWA7vWpDmbbAzxvVOLZo/s200/53.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823235906460610" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The girls discuss whether their lack of wages is just a simple mistake or if there's something sinister going on with Tony. Julie uses Sally's phone to call him, just as he's walking in the front of the factory. Tony's plays ignorant about the situation. Julie tells the girls she thinks he's lying, but he's standing right behind her, which scares the hell out of her. He says it's all a complete mystery to him, and he'll see what he can find out.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The social worker says she'll give them all a minute to talk, and excuses herself. Ken asks Peter why. He says he's just trying to get things sorted. Blanche says she's never been more ashamed of this family than right now. Blanche takes Simon for a bun at Roy's so he won't hear what Peter's planning. Peter says what he's PLANNING is to give the boy a better life than he could give him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAgBNYM5-uPkb7RWAxqW2D3tR0Itv6hjTkzJScFhusFVDtttApvE8a0sdQ2O9AEAKXdP4xy11IiFNhfISSB9-r5bfKpk7nL0SiNYpljSun2YpgjXg3oiXx6zMauU_N0wc9MHKzJFnDHjb/s200/54.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823022772123266" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpHalBvHGZIhS0hgyIc27PLqyZnULenAPkOmSPb3MYbrRm4ATGgHIH-hkJd0z7D4cpw7OahRmfPYAKkfy4wqms-kQr9XehoJ-85ytE8FViS7pHMrwNBLKOWUga7ydKfc_evWDIW-4BuKY/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823035245505778" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunbvYqNkPFLzyxGuIKzXwuDI-l4hE0FdQPhm-Uudl7NwJM0XUs_6MJgPc8wPENk9NAIUcVb1gJBY10ASXh4UXdTiENa86SHhByFODzQo60HCxoHYX0yGfnMrwlmvej28GS9kqFuWM7Y4d/s200/56.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267822767986117730" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4WBfR4lQVgYX_Q4hZRJ-9mJ-4mnr4n7fnGzb4orssSVjUt_DkvrSxeh1oWmoD5pNRpeshbtbaP9kmLKGQaWm_fll2fN1bO3lnUhj5Bd_LT65q87KfZ3mNOOh8Vy6Blk2fJzak2QXZOPD/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267822774722084770" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tina's father, Joe, shows up at the Platt's and sweeps Gail off her feet... literally. The two have been keeping their relationship a secret from their children, who are also dating. Gail thinks they'd find either of them dating to be "gross", but to find them dating EACH OTHER would be too much for them. She says the kids could show up any minute, but suggests she might have some "carpentry" that needs doing up in her bedroom, and they go to “take a look.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter tells the social worker that his ex-wife had taken Simon to Australia shortly after he was born, and he didn't know their were back in the country until a short while ago. She says that giving up his son altogether is a big step. She suggests that maybe his family could take him. Peter feels Ken and Deirdre have their hands full just looking after Blanche. He wants Simon to go to a proper couple so he won't need to be handed from child-minder to child-minder. She asks him if he might wake up in a year or two and wonder “...What have I done?” Peter doesn't have an answer to that.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lfwD2NR0oFANGfDmNMyR-AOr_QQrG-RhGsWQM2sSW2-WJn9rj5Vxu2uhpsiK7QnC6yUGGUADvNMKqGdnZdLMtXB-ANT8b8NRfY76gd7ngU75RRvtSSvhAmUMiXY379CjlDBwYqx6-rmM/s200/59.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267822450087314450" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreDy95VIDnh20kOn8YQJ4bZonEODLFqIul0AlLQ3DuYtesFwEny0gFGPkGPlQRZ1VWo7Z3bvhZrr0ZF8bo8UZQZeqYmNPa4InRv7J3dPdKGpD_CKR3KoudIgVpS3HbSt5DusfousqGDmv/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267822447129736466" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjc6-q_PDeRR1KFnidUtmlfvtJJFuiBnj8IUWFcfIo736tmBGRv-Cv3SPU9NfFYSxL0P7dr7QKzfVh8KkRBQuR-bKyuV8Mnj94dfM0ZJIsWy9VqTY-3gVndRRslTbuTC4Nq9dlqqo6YUtX/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267821566562224978" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBztBmk2JvRxweeuu0fk17izHYLUB2V5cpLUWQHA-bLgRvHCShl_ZBRMmkUyZPHFakBS25M-HRupEPTGq4Svg25HQp_8aOagzQsCOTvDjWhGWs9DM4up0loNZrJDYO2TDqEijeOW7T0txb/s200/61.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267821668188031842" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5QILZ0pFqKX6RllZaXYjMxf4bOIS9a-OJu6saZewFhf05M6Znd9z_twZkqceDSw7RwxE-Nv-udSOE3q09gGvs6IWhO8XWc6R9N_HKbl5y-svuN8pDXX6Cc05h63G1LDcWHhhZ3BPjnej/s200/62.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267821845985356434" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At Roy's, Blanche thinks it might be no bad thing for Peter to follow through on what he's been planning. Roy asks how Deirdre's trip to France is going, and tells them that HIS wife Hayley will be back from Africa on Monday. He's bought her some scented bubble bath, as she's been restricted to showers while in Mozambique.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ken says that surprising Deirdre with a child to bring up would be better than what Peter's proposing. Blanche tells him that for once, this isn't about him or what he wants. Ken thinks Peter's just panicking, and just needs a bit of time. In the mean time he and Deirdre can look after Simon. He's making an awful lot of decisions for other people, says Blanche. She just hopes they're the right ones.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The girls worry that maybe Underworld's business is going down the tubes and that Tony doesn't have any money to pay them with. Sean says Tony's too good a business man to let that happen. Tony enters and tells them the bank is looking into the problem, but it won't be sorted out today. He says the money should be available to them tomorrow morning. If any of them don't trust him, they're welcome to walk out the door right now, but they better not think they can just walk back in again.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJyWX9ij4Lt-vl8jJaH3HJTelHPMVLntAeNulZZQeMLmrtKvVGO3BDBI5aUrrrHLqKF3ZP9HddIMRnACx1UTlfl988pt5-e1Tv6r-tyxb-ZlTgKUCqzh6XuGVAOv_iWOki_Iqm9Tp5NPX/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820645743589874" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxikSdHrL_DTctUxpL1DZ6QmldwZ3wOnBD2PwfFXKAvG_alTHTFtT5CTNDbOic6ze5qNbs8fj7Deb0a8ClGW4YXjvR-NusPJoBqZSnvnKHRkIB8dAeUmkqPubpGUqMH_MN2-wEhyd2-ci/s200/64.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820709973346034" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rMtd61bYLTSUPpfAb-H284qACJqZdTt2Rm3JbeqylIwRoUhp59JinXjoJL9wCJinpdB8vT4RuOEZFcxwF9HCE3cQ8lH9xbunbky-ouTiq7TWtJzzS7tnBY1WqIqcLiU1-pYIhPCx9mF6/s200/65.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820388119423394" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBcYHKlCnRuVO-P4boUU0MsXSpF4VnH7PeA7jyRKRRQAOK5fbY7NLyM_0ckRlbQ1O7RDyqbJYL6MYv8BrDpe1qChhbWxdTGaPPfoM55rhh0rRFr9pUyTEhmCuqfDYcqYkacbvveisAXZt/s200/66.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820448448250994" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After returning to the Barlow home, Ken tells Peter and the social worker that he and Deirdre are prepared to help him look after Simon. Peter says if he'd wanted help, he would have asked for it. Ken tells him to go off and do whatever it is that's more important than bringing up his son. He and Deirdre can manage without him. He'd like to think that she'd be furious with him if he didn't do this. Peter goes out for a smoke, and the social worker, Rachel, asks if she could have a word alone with Simon.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In the kitchen, Blanche tells Ken that he's “stark-staring bonkers!”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Graeme rolls up to David in his shiny new car. As he passes unstable Rosie on the street, he honks his horn, which scares Rosie half to death. Fiz runs up to her to see if she's okay.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tina tells Graeme to take the car back, and asks where he nicked it. She tells David that if he drove around in that, he'd be arrested in five minutes, and this time, she wouldn't wait for him. This seems to get the point across to David, but Graeme says it would be difficult to take back, and they hide the car in the garage.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvZUWha-09GJxBblwRLxylmfXXdKhDjfCaqgz3caCHV5D86-pZtHQ9YLSBabkJ5C_PfCs8vkQork-nzw-4Cfq9Cs67CC57xz4ikCDpAQYP5CQiE_myyGKnJFD2CALJ9-t4zcONt8GGLFJ/s200/67.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820139202559138" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGeRzBK8MJXcFnt0UoIGLT-Wc5A5Bk364sn0a8g40s9wHV2sX2nUURfyjhXJuE7gGx4TfN14F5oegQ4wlg_wpm2vVi_4nxmo6h92u-Ry-svjtpkfyppcNHriXhhJLSMt9VYn0G1pTLmb6/s200/68.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820240778798674" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nY4Kr4Dc0bRj_UvpKxDEDX9crhPoROwZ4Nzda2ArZNr1L0_OW0_ptQLkXeqx0WtLJ1bvI2cF4Hf-MFD42WDC5Ey3qtS8qZMN5vgdSSOtfMe2s1rMkH-g_6S4jFQp8uD4mFgoo1dDOQiY/s200/69.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819831281051602" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghKmy6y00gkddFtLLPPahmq218POb3RbTPuyq2WY0oBoeQtL9BpaW2ZNlT0JnM8MuRadTHvO6-1ePM-2r7vuqcfIrUE0UHopgftJsPk6uczvo3oobyaupgiB38a6bbyzWke3x4bfnj8M6/s200/70.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819941433466338" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Simon asks Rachel if she knew his mummy, and says she was very pretty, but she died.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ken tells Peter it's important Simon knows he has a family that still cares about it. It's not that Peter doesn't care, it's just that he can't give him what he needs. He doesn't want Ken coming round to him in a month's time saying he can't cope, once he's proven how much more caring he is than Peter.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Rachel says that as long as Peter's happy, she's fine with Simon staying with Ken and Deirdre. They always like children to stay their families, if possible. Blanche thinks Ken's going to need a miracle to make this work.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The kids walk in on Gail and Joe having a cup of tea together, and Joe makes up an excuse for being there. David introduces Graeme, and Gail recognizes him for visiting David in jail. David mentions Graeme staying over, and she doesn't seem too keen on the idea, but agrees.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpCXeCQWJ7FMks47SPBhRM8M7fEzOCD2jcQRqSZCr81Un-IOmgoGHA78Pf06o3T9u0YfZJIam8ZEAZMz0W0aaIEHXnYdGohUGIwfCMQzr4S429FxfCumIuRRG3uWvK_lqewmsOuIKVwi2/s200/71.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819519105639666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjut_nAOsquzBYuoRewRgpyccBlRlh9fk2S0bZ-ulBGVluqDYgfvzVP-kjycDi-j7RXvIzyJAscrRnX0d534exbrRUrKGRJoZg0pDkE-8Tq4jJTIpGOqVq1KQiE_GrZFpNRfnFBK9-YF_HK/s200/72.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819588442574018" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvrZL6ti0PyvcPBIIOwammFGpRJSymCZB6TkoegpezfGK56vPkPIWL5WRn96wloIV9mE_rpx_yL38_khLTp20IiquCrzDVfd_1kWvgfs48y9hyphenhyphenxoyOKwGoG6Im_2selb0HVxLrh9gB_lw/s200/73.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819097290139826" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCj74yCAFF7uMclv0tJG36Ht1MEElx2yjgoKwvRk81VKseeX2Gl8raXU5Ai6tgdQdQbYNa5Ln4PLDUpzPQVsflOCau3VIwr9wsoeG-__urFtZ8iNjcY6IzY1elLFasBBAW4GEYBntS82Xj/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819189917725218" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94fYmGsPb_llJxIEd-rEuPd3kOtQVrp1A_VIJZe4J9xj_A93hdgq30wOeSx8ZLDXENVCNX7iuVx_dh6Y7xzNXVo0OILipn7l7T_epCyQtSm0-g5HI9idkEhyiM1pWooife2ZwnQ6KmLoV/s200/75.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819306969917762" /></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter plans on heading home to Portsmouth in the morning. Ken wishes he would stay to help out just until Deirdre gets home. Peter says the word dysfunctional was made to describe this family. Just because he's Simon's biological father doesn't mean he's fit to raise him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ken recalls how five years ago, when Simon was born, Peter nearly killed himself getting to the airport to stop his wife from taking Simon away from him, and now he's happy to give him away to anyone. Peter says the reason she wanted to get away from him was because she knew he was a waste of space. The only reason she left Simon with him now is because she was dying and he was all she could think of.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ken tells Peter the boy needs to have a sense of who he is. He needs to have memories of his mother, and that Peter's the only one who can give him that. Peter says it's for his own good. Peter's made it abundantly clear what he thinks of Ken as a father, and the one thing Ken can do for him, even at his age, is to try and prevent him from turning into everything he despises in his own father.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">While Gail has no objection to Graeme staying there, in principle, she would have like to have been asked. Joe asks David if he can start work early in the morning. He's just hired him as his assistant recently.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As soon as David's up the stairs, Gail and Joe are in each others' arms. She hasn't made up her mind about the wardrobes in her bedroom yet. He'll have to come back another day to go over his ideas with her. *wink*</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L3pk2kzdxVCXyRAAi3PneTiIeHNEXIXnFfw6q_FIb2wny2azYzS-008CwaCh-qUq76ymQ_sPhpjvhnD-Ze1epy2auv__LrhOBHafs_idsAdCmN82uOmkg2XjE7-gCm74tLxUKOBaOVQc/s200/76.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818822454742450" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMOuqD6a5GV87LMNrH1OR0VN9wsD2pGAXFf-eBtYIQCN2lowr8bGA20ZqDP0Pp0nPQx7J564fp1_vF_OWjb3HuCmCirEY7g5ALOTtVtdJLRgoL6IIb9fJeWTm47WVMtNUNjTghg8q3Xup/s200/77.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818916208224002" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz1wUElliUV1RxjYLjFpaZI0QbBf9mnoVXz8nyudC1pGJ1_tbhdh8ASeWy_5TsWBZzlIKXUFuHVqNTTuNN_wxrIMfrcHn_yy80APFJJDvlD6gBpXl6ABR2E0RWp90_i3-CUpfJHWfzHP3/s200/78.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818594217264994" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Blanche pushes through the crowd of girls from Underworld who are entering the Rover's to find Peter sitting in a booth, drinking alone. He tells her he's already heard it all from his dad. She says as much as Ken hates to admit it, he's an old man. He doesn't need to be raising a five year old at his age.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The more Julie thinks about the situation with their wages, the more she thinks Tony's lying.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDcaFRR5t6FXz9mE0XnYatsbRgLMLXD3n0v0vcAMbMYD3QcASWrOpqofNrUrb3qwKmEQwL2lGYJRCM-WuL9ofnnXqQewmValdYOb6ZVBIm7M9jCBSrM_dP8LIYLsQM6owb_NosrLYPITS/s200/79.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818464222457954" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSoJTh1J2vdbDbCCBXBpjTh2JhFoeTobT0zEY5KeyG9_FuBSgeUCdjdVe0k0mmt2WFxR1pU0nMMfr9gZP-oa08Qwprz8yGW9SITjj4w-Y1uHt1QajdKpYZ98BMi5GzPKZ_6XHMpppa1Zl/s200/80.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818279778311378" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fiz catches Tony just as he's closing up the factory, and thanks him for letting her have all this time off to get over what's happened, but she's ready to come back to work. He says she can start again next week, but she begs him to let her come back in the morning.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At the bar, Leanne makes a comment that makes Peter think she already knows that he's given up Simon to Ken. When he realizes she has no idea, he tells her she's better off not knowing. He excuses himself to take a phone call.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xOAECfUJQNy8dhuG__dJSDPPEW3p10WdXFd-PPXywhtB8MDsA7LFoqQrv1Xj_kDTeWg998kfzOUIxSEAz_bekuJLXfBxq70XRPi76bjIwCm9jxMfbW_oQvP5cQq4g6Ns7uoNU8mMWgRz/s200/81.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267818125333478866" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwro_T48A2zVpu_zpvRD4MVJOI73fdH0LQxUgSYa9GkR7Px4KNDvQTvRJlSZEg1UewbZ94_fcRaAD6QrSzML72Wsj6Rt0zS2HFa4R-_1RoHg52UpB74QTebO0Vrtr1UyaRU9Anozwg91ow/s200/82.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817335010798786" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TIY6KbQGwEWM4WevwLypyOSw_LPYSC-TnO9i2-TNMJn9DisZ2bRS-udP_OMtE1NmExsQ6Kq5HjBxtiqjKfbn9uAUwP1KD-thi8izeiPPN1aLW5VuBwnzH4yi7OlFQCqZgiQYG7BY0MKR/s200/83.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817457270711042" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tony enters the pub, and asks if he can buy any of the girls a drink. Julie says she'd rather buy it herself, but Janice won't say no. Tony tells them that one of the orders their working on has a penalty clause for late delivery, and they'll all receive bonuses if they make the deadline. He says they'll have to take his word for it, and warns if they don't make the deadline, it won't just be delayed wages they're worried about. They all agree to be there in the morning, and Tony leaves them some money for drinks.</span></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Peter's phone call has certainly cheered him up. “I think the phrase is... 'LIFE CHANGING.'” He orders another round for both he and Leanne.</span></span></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:13px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71BQ5XWJPxUXUtSbyChjJ1NkE83hkeJNiRDakpsiWp4H7X-i0aqAKEvIT1ZfHvV9cDc_TX-eFqFurdoRKdNn2vB6WNBQ4c_UG8ebc09AwaTxUSrnRB1_V5Ge7f_RRl3YuL1UWI9Lhrojs/s200/84.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267817115511530514" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div></div></div>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-25846494580181613232008-11-08T23:00:00.087-05:002008-11-13T01:23:45.187-05:007th November, 2008<div><br /></div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sally and Kevin are overjoyed to have Rosie home. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They still</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> can't believe she's finally back. Kevin wonders how long she'll need to get back to her usual self, but Sally tells him to let her take her own time.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sophie comes home with a loaf of bread. She's making Rosie some toast, while Sally makes her tea. They argue over who gets to take it up to her, but Kev says to make the most of it. Rosie and Sophie will be at each others' throats soon enough.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCumOtVj5t47E-KLSbsSCgDRz0mrVzN-tFwfkkaqDgO2aJEk0YOc8K_qptUOZ9hm3-UOAu7BMyN03sW_27qTX8qBR2_6wHgKtIn82wbTSH5964uhAVOjBmMkIMxLuTIZ7tFskhKJkLzZ1d/s200/01.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266520630780265890" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dqqdcLrdgOkntJoYItUMfdjBHW6Y5jULYeJOPATutG4L93cIhsG3pRzvTk-FoER1p-rUIaoohdKtaVTEHFyIXf0lRSc0P8-rhjNuZX-aRe0NyIhHDDyxYNdvIxAk_1aDCNKPgHZPo1KB/s200/02.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266520711581909234" /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJehATtgGfilzHyn9O3ebbHLh9irvwBj04Vc6zjdCMv9MLTw67CaJVvo_dRNbgLy2-E-b11YIf_fIFtFb_nmHAeaaCpyXR0ZhL5EBHZSiIrFn6Bq0DqnQDdJ-mt0DwtaP8vcvPxGFXTtF/s200/03.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266520483532737474" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Simon's up early watching cartoons, but Peter can't seem to rouse himself. Hangover, anyone?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sophie's glad Rosie's back. And she's hidden a necklace in her cereal! She's bought it for Rosie with her birthday money. Sophie'd thought Rosie had just run away, and resented her for once again being the center of attention, and now she feels guilty for it. Rosie reassures her that it's okay. She's home now.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHX7jYBvdYuIjxEFRF_8IQT789LgAAS4YsRCsNE3FBi19NE4ctE2fjVz2qqFbzn5aW_UK2JL38n8hYiw6OQO92b45BvAwRXz6mTS1cmvEL9ntjKorHoADI0_-THb2al0FY4LRDF3-_LVH/s200/05.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266520263066524898" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVKtyi3gwGc5JrsaV5hxm7U9FhhAZOgGNQi2NvMKJc7Q2CR8qQvgzuoIVpMRFvWJWOHTsjVi2enuGnCvhYSnMXt8lmR_OCiUwoGY6iUj06Bw45StD_XRYNHFOWaLs_KITIsUc-Sm9EUm5/s200/04.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266520192074731506" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxP_N36Y1bxn_ijfPHdmZoLUrabwWlIxlWf2lMXsaaeoEuYMUniyRkU7Q3gS4JVUuYuVDspNy6H-aFXN02ZmzB4ZNn3Kv3U2rDk64uV4HORHIMXZ42PQD-TGjC5UIkOZh56ma_9EQoPWn/s200/06.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266519927637831570" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuavVGBcFSZnd9wTHrh6RVI0964xV5jjCWtGjuARbSZer02Ks__7CvmKRNC1zv_HFLBkYp7zPSIUweQEZRlOZxhJLzHl386E-wa8RdHivjuEbHHrcfqmR85yNKPUEKBLauqDBJxT-XQRSc/s200/07.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266519996001951330" /><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fiz is trying frantically to find out when she can come visit John down at the station, but can't find the words to describe their relationship. They say they'll call her back later. She explains to Julie how she just needs to see him the one time, to ask him all the questions she has in her head, to make sense of it all. Julie tells her Sally will come around. She'll realize Fiz had nothing to do with it. But Fiz isn't going to work today. She couldn't face all the whispering and questions.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ken can't believe Peter is putting off all the things he should be doing. Deciding when he and Simon are going back home, finding a school to enroll Simon in, and finding someone to watch him while he's at work. He's not the only single parent out there.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuBcuPt60VqkcWoEP4J-rhD_H62-eTOT_IY2w7TtSrEHJJD4vIgRNdV1V_2ztUxPS1Iq35ICLBlBDryS4xlh4mP8X6DQ0zyAhRDGNPG6SVuvhW58uVzQHO2RBo2yufx6y3FfQrO4uvoY9/s200/08.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266519777379238770" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Y3QW3djDW0LbYqTpKHmGNl4L0XlgV21R3ITYG2iDJWm0rwKH2nQN84uutlc-SKS1N8-2usryonTatdo9EhrMsBQIvtmK9FMrAXfEwdEJm4CPLk0bcw4LZvntmLsSrOL7X10iW3Qnt2qI/s200/09.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266518974857035106" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fiz drops by the Websters' to check on Rosie, but Sally won't hear it. She has better things to worry about. She can't believe Fiz had the nerve to show her face around here.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Leann is trying to psych her step-mom Janice up for her court date. The two stole 200,000 pounds worth of lottery money that belonged to the girls at Underworld and took out a fake bank account in Rosie's name to hide it. Janice turned herself in when Rosie went missing because she felt so guilty, but took all the blame, and left Leann out of it. Janice worries she looks like she's dressed for a funeral.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLgiOuV9qkH-IPV8sK1jLeKF1LwXyWj9vlmTXKTOnRKBh_wbXKVFZQ4-12MdMGWC1LxOPbVwV6SafLTh2XDrP-Rg1lXmcRQ_fVekj02BG2gAfcoWCNJJk3ULEDrTGcwE-5BtwiObaP5lv/s200/10.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266518650014491442" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06H7YsCV3qx8k0ujwtCXV_oAcGadCZWThBP92P3feU9_Vk2aoA3HqNKNLaE2yKDtEbLvRRn4BwiLWyUf61dk_Bfa8JdW2ZYDX8wcuHvUbcBF1wYphSBNNZWrONohMPqRkKaYLwcfisdI7/s200/11.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266518740379342482" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkyH8JX8eR9X9ZXO7NluLN6F3cSfDY_cuztXWl2ShVAyT2Hc-igcfgbZHv66DHgRfA9PUUwJ70O0Ph2yozE-QmC16Ng21rAHgrJG812fBuTJcELb1S1rE7zTMvpn685Ug37nOWOxOFLjO/s200/12.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266518264335680162" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ1VaSxi8TwfWzXzFNec04hBYcf2J3TCbr-jkB3MzQw-QxKgQHrFf7uo9ISbJA2HyAKWpi_EMeaoXTtrLHjdSLRnZU8eU1_3lnsFtvskNDKfdM1KqhpdJE8E3Ot6IDxR77zvS17fMIBSC/s200/13.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266518330790658162" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The girls (yes, I'm counting Sean as one of the girls) at Underworld are discussing the latest Rosie gossip, most of it untrue. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kelly and Sean wonder if Fiz could have been involved, but Julie tells them off. All she knows is Fiz has had her heart broken.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Janice arrives for work, and gets the usual glares and sharp remarks from the girls. “Where's the funeral?” asks Sean.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sally finds some of the clothes John gave Rosie to wear in the wash, and Kevin reckons they should burn it all. But Rosie seems to defend John. She says there wasn't anything pervy about it. He only brought her what she needed. She says he wasn't mad, just lost and desperate. All he ever talked about was Fiz. He knew that when Rosie came home, that would be the end for him and Fiz. Sally seems to be interested in this last bit. Feeling guilty yet, Sally?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e4ZJacHHgk6Ad89vFO2MmhmlRF4yuHzjy3FAoebBALk-tptgKjIvOGu8FWRjAS8-OMvexMTNzPUSC0bFAp8mMVxja6PqDzD3FFyFYbillULlFKmqECRL_vfqcwvQddbTsWV3xshW-Ovu/s200/14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266517755454662034" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCkEEa-lFfV6-4OAun7XdIh1wDdj2CdGEiBR3oPCj8cfN0ZBMF3K5-oF35QAlMf6Y2MZnKPYURloP3mQHn013xzG8at-2bSjubrgL6edelgobuIG3UjDIypNtXoEzbrdvycu1OIYgHjqZ/s200/15.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266517989684632674" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_HraGJru0MX-0Cd4WkRyau4r9aqt0Hh5u_WAjDe5_eA3ULDI8QdYT6ajnlfjVwJZOqRRThM990h1fI2Pq3xqZNCO1gHLlmbhiBmoLA59KNJw1RUCI0rrvNAXUe5DGUX73tIJDXayx2oz/s200/16.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266518066110660162" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRuj-vhaZJH33fxobth_gALjyW3SwBCuBuIBJEO-cC04AHFFnwdFdeN7-Z8IqNi3kWtJvTWmT5ST-JfWFR4H5XfZjZCJDKEFQHh74qd7TX4HOC8UwLPHNCJ8Uc_gwqd72w9aE-3hdOYnh/s200/17.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266517416140901698" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD8GXo6GdQcOJD_VSdCZSpCymuPHo9WlqVD5u__iiVf5N2URYhJDSEv5l7W5n28YpYLhsDoXY7nPXxniDIborquVfeOoPJOqRfjmIyb28JpX-GuNepfQk6gHQ8QXHle0qfvuONFHBecHy/s200/18.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266517489283539506" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tony and his accountant are talking numbers. He's not doing too well. He's up to his neck in debt. No one has bought any of his new flats yet, but they have an interested buyer coming around this afternoon. If he can just unload four flats, he'll be in the clear. Tony's going to be there himself to do some hard selling.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sean pops in to say that Sally's texted and she won't be in today. This is the first news Tony's heard of Rosie being home. Tony's out of the office in a flash.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Auntie Pam is berating Tyrone with wedding choices once again. This time it's about the colour of the horses for their horse-drawn carriage. Tyrone's been doing some shifty after-hours sales with her so they can earn enough to give Molly the wedding of her dreams. And they're keeping Molly in the dark. Just then, the bride-to-be stops by, but Tyrone can't get away from work with Kevin out. She feels like she never gets time alone with him lately.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIlojG140SVC8AV3pnELhQMBSTdyC6pTxnh-bsWox_O_rqsex4R4tQdmeX-H1JwZXjQ-J8SldinkvYVQlcQmqj_PuSLxK-2ukT-jodCxkRgBck341XCmh3DTKPk1eHx7PNkaUVHJoBwLF/s200/19.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515901823971362" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6tOjQb2stuAuasif4vz4k1RYKDHQomtHsX3LXGZx0orE95XerjWHT6hZJ4farPppS7HJgLUZl7GIv0nJLULNPrCUwKDXRsCm34adJ-gtxzm1R0W2ZdGC0sOiYSHg3Izxsyke6ZRymQs3/s200/20.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515975880742210" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklfmTCzziMyH_3tWXJzB0eUVhhRNK2B_rpbDmLrodEkLod3LAavmH0S3cj-D4nOXsliBLgLHHkls8zKaNWvcydXEUDPPkDBoCJq_qdF_GwpGh1R5TwMTjSGGL0HO8RDq6hau6etlWfxNh/s200/21.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515737555395282" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tony swings by the Websters' with a massive bouquet for Rosie, and they invite him in.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hung over Peter is being father of the year again, as Ashley and his son stop over for a quick game of football. He and Ken take the boys outside, and Ken suggests Peter uses the time to put some calls into schools and social services. Peter looks less than thrilled.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmX0wmfN4W5ShushRLFZ4BvEIbu27astatBc8RC8Lhv7SZ4HJHH_D_RHTZmz8-xaQs9cKMKH_cLUqLcdpGV2r-DTRiWsouAEk134xcC0LH1nG-DQRugG7mC4nTgnHOThi-f5AtR8Kt_ew/s200/22.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515588313111506" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxniAcahnekgfFztcmMbHBPqXHyB76uPyWIDT3xQUNDCh9vm1O7Ra6vhBM3xQQOHmAAhKQABhQevT3BSD1dvUXX7EKhy6x45EHWABT3V6Qpus-k9197krNeUIqK1Gupw4XQvfKVw50IiS/s200/23.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515284690941762" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqUEE_EfqJEXG3-VDSHuEpl7HGRYgyK6OzQAYv_VjbDHmw67Wx7AWG4g9Z-DC3lt8TIPZhcS9fLw7R0Hfg_AiA1zwbGeFYL44CfvuhiEo7m5oBl18gdkEt2iHADROczZDfVH6C2JaXmDOF/s200/24.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515355866043314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbz2YEQkrImqodsjaeLYUuDrTu7j2cAKpv3qrtYlg_-EzMZ8QYtE69UjaEOj7RLNVLYuDtLFWCZdNjBg5PVhr9G0RErADpwnlDuEE0l5NsnlyD64Bks0b2OV4thCj3i3UOlMm0xcKcpQjV/s200/25.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515437196610482" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tony and Rosie make small talk. She's glad she hasn't missed the wedding, which has been put off while Carla's out of town. As soon as Sally's out of ear-shot, he gets down to business. Rosie still has the video of Liam and Carla kissing that she used to try to blackmail Tony. He wants to know if she's told anyone about it yet. He's “just thinking of Maria." She says the only copy she had was on her mobile, which Tony still has. But he's already chucked it to be rid of the video forever. He offers to replace the phone, any model she wants. And she can have as much time off as she needs, at full pay. All she has to do is keep a simple secret. Guess what. Sally's eavesdropping.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Janice and Leann are off to court, and the girls are still giving her shit. It's not the amount of money she took. What hurts is that her friends mean nothing to her.</span></span></span></span></p> <p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tony asks Leann if she's heard from Carla, because he keeps trying to ring her, and all he gets is her voicemail. Leann assures him that she's fine, and that it must just be dodgy reception. It can't be that she doesn't want to talk to him, SURELY. ;-)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tony needs Leann to help him show the buyer around the flats, because that's well... her job, but she needs to be there for Jan in court. Better luck next time, Tony.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></span><p></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuadvoZyFJw1oNfdegq5juNXiuTipeN8UuAa9Sx9HaS-JQd_jmkG9VQ-csw2KZn3qx5bOJpMyfk4m0YCVp9kVwvCLYTDjjrABGOuuXH8NdKghWSdHH-3b3dQb-IeDR1QVNcjHeQZ5i0zQN/s200/26.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266514938592020930" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1HVsTedejIKVm4lQ8aiv19SYeVlHdarrhOyKL-_8x_SY9kjMp3rkliwqDKc2NaneczSaeS9GvfHR_-3IHu5S5EQVheOWMU4txUw5zOi-3tPG5wQhJokz32B3rL57ajJc839xYRXsxMNc/s200/27.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266514711220969954" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNgXmkG42UC_UTf0CHqD6Urlu45theT5qju0RKDI2WWlgQ0IQOyooenD13Zee_cvM7hASF7pqomAwHV_ndfosGKNSy10GX-jc4yl6O4Sowye2FVX79uZrgec8sU35Zxjbt-NhBhi17xic/s200/28.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266515060626801746" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpMAkqKI2ysfXcSZSDqvy6olcd7gvejKyFsHyQeF-fFqEJEDMes7b9SYVEQN3JgmLcVhk9g0t-tq-wi5QkrWSc8Awq2w7h8Xw71aUwlpzRheeSB8v-w_lmuiRq3wXRI3dy6CidI2lT7Zf/s200/29.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266514410983641970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gE79tcscVvSgihfWQCn5nTUsDpDHHONaZBc9rGbJ4cil9q1KIk_1gGl_g6XOmVhf1HFLfeM9UBdxZoBjcrMsop1wyV8ticq4lM9TNf4oRqz_5a9EjRVmBQsLmutWouB1-eGn-3r_z7jX/s200/30.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266514485571980786" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sally and Rosie sit down for lunch, and Sally asks what she and Tony were talking about. Things seemed pretty intense. The day Rosie went missing, she'd been at a hotel with Tony, and she thinks that's what it's about. To shut her up, Rosie tells her the truth about the video of Carla and Liam. She says if she needs proof, she can check her computer at work, under the file “Rosie's Insurance.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blanche lays into Peter and tells him to stop feeling sorry for himself, get off his backside, and take care of his son. After she leaves the room, he makes a call.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxA3okNSUPCUTYVO6xPqHFAKSxxVpLCIXp5Ucv3Kxf1KJnc_u33LETI81ujAnBXbRymm83oG00Nq78pc3TZmF7bVmcssKOo-YeyA10xOQDbVDj486z5P9iSO-TzkkRPcftWNBKiNi2Ysi/s200/31.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266514284636607010" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRDPUQDx9nbmjEcYj8gcnD1kSb4dgrA8NcLr9zerqhLBmFFfrSK-5Dc2WbvZhvcIzlNmZT0w9Fv8-WIzDm4eO_PPbsMjX8Ma0Ix8iAMcZmaA0JA_Vt4-06mvDnVPhdbPm8LcCkoIQ9jYo/s200/32.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266514167829484226" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Auntie Pam runs up out of breath to tell Tyrone and Molly that they've got reservations for 7:30 sharp at the fanciest restaurant in town.. for free. She won't explain to them how or why. They're excited but understandably apprehensive.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">D.C. Timmons pays Fiz a visit, and is invited in.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhr8BcfUDtptBBYu4n3Axta0hw8-_h9vaJuJ6OeOIIqO0eKCmgC0cKla5uKs0vQRw8pux3H-HH6IwEGfNqnT_ZVQke13k9ccNZfiAXJeWDCwhKrX5rt-oSdeW05ApIfHzaHy30FaoFCqJ/s200/33.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513998854875746" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxntluusUgKalSIHpkXcYfL7cdlsRAlZbpNhkkhLli4nzERBuR_1w18qtJK0DwJiHUMPRxGPHHiYCQ7Z26XeUgfdBrrCo6wqcwds8IM6KiWyDftV18rpcIOCd00fdkVn998qxm7quZr5BU/s200/34.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513830935646626" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tony's perspective buyer says his flats are a bit overpriced. He tries to talk him down a bit, but Tony won't have it. If he won't pay the asking price, he shouldn't bother.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fiz is lead out in tears, and taken away by the police. Julie yells after them that she's had nothing to do with it. Sean mentions to Sally that she must have been in on it all along. Sally looks worried. Maybe she DOES have a soul.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Halfway point, folks! Go grab a drink, and get ready for some more.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAfZqd2fdMcuvNovd6UEgMc3tmKjghUBK4Efh1gatUmHTAXBfyK9rcMBaS0oiev4sEG73lBXRvRvBbPSEN0bXt7ZiVudvHJuxuB1Tic5wT4ziNCs8kiKwsjhaHpllynPHfqjnjfpqJc5N/s200/35.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513626405904402" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioipwKpEhuI_sE76rp7mxOsad8D6HV1HkVMA8opaSeLKhR-l2rEZNPdt_ZTKjHVGf5SUYOiHy0sRLqZUR4gsFNAKRQEN7Ayp7OGTi1HusIR7Y7SxN1ay0c9v8iCZSb3hA2mkwMis0v-5Ik/s200/36.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513682399826162" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGacAGtnnyTTsEkS-tT-_d39_TjEDpTLBcxyJSDbphQ07INizOTvXStvYhQee9R_eUGuSTgT8R-oH0E4mUmQSMscy9mb5ae4w6ImMDECyeXJ8Y5TYFk2Hro8Lgb0twLyn6K59AUE5xIEB/s200/37.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513411034250658" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">D.C. Timmons sits Fiz down at the station as they wait for her colleague to arrive before beginning their questioning.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The girls CONTINUE to gossip about everything under the sun until Sally shows up to “grab a few bits and bobs for Rosie.” After making sure Tony's out, she heads straight for Rosie's computer.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlDST2PNf1K4DxcfEm3NRXT-j2rV4T2OyELbBMpahwHVy8sWQBQoNqZCNis2rBUZAkALvE7UnskZneXmBwXfaoeq3c3ljP1Rl7KGmsTAkfMOFQfHHZ_PDcwnluYzFa_j3Hv9NFJzBQcwW/s200/38.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513178351802770" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHEzwPaKJI0YMOZIA4ucPWzT1ZHx7M8TPafukT_Cf3M1R7UOFR8IrjIN71wKOZj0LoVLQjguyNH1Vj8BkS7kryv-AUbJum3rVWpWi9nT7S4PsET2y_0WmGtdFZTM2mxasgADc2yHxTeVr/s200/39.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266513249079883922" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDG-U7dLEYDGn-eIl4CQsV5BKycXTo4drfLyAmlfDstNXdz-r9jkFgCjrF0BJLbv8D3Lwiigih3z4wSmSt24duNIJULAfMbRX6POtTGxkKxoQb3ZDD7456_ZM238PaPWO_ZWPYZVnq2S9B/s200/40.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512991922496498" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ashley gives Peter a little fatherly advice in the... wait for it... PUB!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Super-spy Sally copies the folder “Rosie's Insurance” to a memory stick. Just as she deletes the folder, Tony returns, and she makes her exit.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHBbkJdH7WOR-sLz_tGsznKU5o76onCTJbi-TuCuDkoz5Qvo-yz3zg2Z1AXM0Fm2-7b_AoU5rgO4BkWwSeLnrzowcn5KdCLRe2_N2L-l7Afw23Agc01QRnMqyHTMzhlKlTy-MLBjgSN3P/s200/41.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512800211543314" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYFYRqtCXzGZa_6Y71tSha0VA8EXSV7e6Xsr1V5H6xLxY6FOEcRJawwsKf6SwWawJaTOFLKawX6yerHPNeuu_LxdzDySpu8x8GvH3S36k_NJz53eE1uC8EbijSpjpcV_lzQjhS9icrkv8/s200/43.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512548170318962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTev9sU-5PYHJcPTVuqg_aEK90pVSi5gi3U2w1tAIcLK1QCD6x_axpI_OtwydWmddhyphenhyphenisUdV4Q5ryLK9OZMdkEfHVFuABPu88c7xbbU1MmJMRY_l_y74xKbFm780UY_X_-FaIT7L8hWVwQ/s200/44.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512613745661058" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The questioning of Fiz has begun. How long had she and John been together? When the affair between John and Rosie take place? Does she harbor any resentment toward Rosie? Fiz tells them how she did at first, but she's moved on now.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sally returns home with the news that Fiz has been arrested. Rosie's shocked. She's told the police she had nothing to do with it. Sally argues that Rosie was locked up the whole time, and she only knows what John chose to tell her. Sally says they should just let things play out.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rosie plays them the video of Liam and Carla. Kevin and Sally thinks it's nice that he's going out of his way to protect Maria from seeing it. Kevin suggests they get rid of the video, but it doesn't look like Rosie agrees.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4chHJvMce9ZM8cCWZ5AH1VPKo_qxfN8aS5V9o01Vf-lCitsskp-5qMAFhBD5o1sCNpjs08ibVK0HZJXYa7N_-SXIHjF-Ts3lS47MNOU3WidKX050Wkv73CJ1QewdYNFJkdRC1r7fAl_lz/s200/45.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512377936105522" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiCM8zScNK4QcJulKsf_90nBzqY9mVFEV2vMVUi8OsIaj7JfLzweV7kUo-UIuxHGC3qKNAwG4isfgK3C5_1Wetp0TdywJ_i0IGB0Rt29Vr6sqc_oT0Xahcu-2SIRhUD4eqFVuikVqH4r2/s200/46.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512281704365202" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-8AUrkmHpbzGyUdVrBC85-1dmdqm6WbSKovH5PIRaZAmYqc_57XR2Nx_ET0ZY8SLo_M974Z9bf64ab3P7L2xJdJuOer25LrLCPjaMN-kBgvIoX_qY0ARDaesVbEn29mVNjLtb8e2DZke/s200/47.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266512206787236530" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lSbaooI5z-o0iGhrd6SxceI4wWbff1y9TBR7aMNkA_le1cHlxJOiiU_UW-B4R9lQ_sXvCnjSWOYcYj-6ShOaVF_nJQqBoTlj8j6trjILdabBv7P-yDh_xAZe-MRQZ_5AjuhaFE0Rexoq/s200/48.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266511743225584226" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maria walks into Streetcars, and tells Lloyd she needs to get down to the police station to show some support for Fiz. What a good friend. :-)</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fiz tells the police how sweet John has always been to her, and that she never knew she had any of this in him. They thank her for her time, and tell her that John will most likely be going to prison. Fiz, in tears, asks if she can see him, just for a minute. They'll give her a call.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnjlJnunl_ON7FquYccIW5uRtZ6wxutLFya1q3IxVrvTuWNSmwkGzOYIGBxjVeqkG49z6-Zfuu6EnsVpI-nM__yCJyT66kfIc5f8KCkSvyIg-zRmAeF1zRAVSdhXD_SwKmDC4M4yUsR6O/s200/49.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266511298149453922" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVSOgys0_xPSF_9eOyJ7RXNiKMmVSnKqLDBuEPeBabrz03OasllvEYQ3B83s2GhktDfLg1V_2rtI-Nv5Z9o6M-Ha9Lw6cxTUubthGxuRdObMkjxGDcPtvS26c0FPBFs5XJHhDRWXYpIPF/s200/52.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266510935609694450" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigPLcqgbn8n4NHn-518O1R9GrcOIYukTmy-MdyEkuygVYaPAAqRPUBjPRwB670YZZRVEjOlIa3z9IV85MRMiMII25C-fxLzKyWqoL9ppm4dONI9kUARvIc6LsIXrU-P354B2eG8AmMwPM/s200/51.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266511118218617186" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ken is thrilled when he gets a call from a local primary school. It looks like Peter's gotten Simon enrolled. They thought Peter was planning on moving them back to Portsmouth where he lives, but they're just glad to see he's making an effort. Hmm... the plot thickens.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maria and Lloyd wait outside the station for them to release Fiz. Fiz is thrilled to see her best friend, but says Maria shouldn't be worried about her. She's got enough troubles of her own. They take Fiz home.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICMiSqP_1lWFKkm0-Kvaut9wz3PIPNjYOg44bN-Ev6pvspZP5kXsb6sN2BhdAxjWRm4vD0okxK5E1ToGelkF-wLsI10h9zGf_qoOSA87G6Sqe8Du7us4LN1K7IDAoB17hSFH_hhuRb8eE/s200/53.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266510703218452114" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcd5gAVYdUz-joaBoahpnvK6jON3Ql3uqNnkv_MYnExf8f8kXc1cFiVRcmqASoSAyMWPLnmCU4qlyGe_xV17fmLRUu1FOgb0u1wkKRH_zAqTugeBhN2tlz7Oz6Wnwy67Tf4H-wZbhvBTGx/s200/54.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266510509351483794" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A chipper Janice and Leann walk arm in arm down the street. Good news from the judge I'm assuming?</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While exiting the Rover's, Peter bumps into Maria, and tries to apologize for something that happened between them last time he was in town. She tells him off, and tells him the whole world doesn't revolve around him. Jan and Leann save him from her and pull him back into the pub to explain why Maria's got a bee in her bonnet.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3We47YT8REVJzICWoANzM-2C1olf57FYlW5OvS-MgAhIU9ets1orBRUo7G6h8yeQxlxbKVf5AgqUgW7I7Gc90kp95rNxt5wBT_oZybspEqC-7nqIDp-CxkcOZnFrJTIgXE6586mFcd0S/s200/55.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266509840697372674" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVjFHv8z99wc0xm_-rozQO3Jf-jKSfAs7aaN7RA6yvMUDzSq8-oyGXp6mtN440bwz37Eheo-jRXl930ZiX9Sz7Ub6nrpkZhUMtk6lxUbAKmAjWtlbIjerJk0Hr0JQ1pG7dX0csp59aRox/s200/56.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266510035378771266" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXV6dJ4EPFjktVstgeDWdHXs0S0ltFTHJkUMiFB6RH9_JlEclKZuPDBFVtB2rcUs2tbV714N3t_VVeQVZUXBFyjSSDJBz01bcMylITkYpnOyV4Ic9_78WxRHFdcIhzz0TciY2BlECuuBHj/s200/57.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266509341112745378" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ty looks fly, and Molly looks GORGEOUS as they get ready to go out to dinner. Just then Pam shows up... She's going with them?? O_O</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Peter is shocked to hear of Liam's death. I guess he and Maria have both been left to bring up a kid on their own.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNrMFkFdLn6KmhpoCKApnJQ6bcU86BwWElso02IVZxZdxUS3WQXt_t1YLz8bLH_BwpH_kFcdS0nmAp06nu8NX-fziAjRFRzcdGlG4QNWjIVxZmqaixoqp3O2Vl4A_trliIAz58Dwg8Ye2/s200/58.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507855592397698" /></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTDeyKXV81sbhyphenhyphenIXhh9TofumTCVaKYLgPq8T_asxqKnxwz-pDVASpsHu7HFL58ovL5gCMd2ucJWbJ5q6H2c7jDssXmR5fMgR4COt8j45VL58FOhaa3KiZT-kvjkPi3c-KOjakku927nG5/s200/59.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507476923130962" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-eRbNHxzA1-B3TA_IibERKiIX7q5wIuC3dd5Il5IqDZEt1Za924cz_H50Q3xn_nXIH0SIf9YSzegHAz9EMU4wdLPPXDu5ylOaTl1UPHt6AaxK_DsBRfR2jnVXpwFgZbFBXP3ILSDiRiDI/s200/60.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507392612245794" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A cute as hell waiter delivers their menus. Tyrone feels out of place, like his flies undone, or he might suddenly yell "BUM!" Molly's shocked by the prices. Auntie Pam suggests they chill out and order a bottle of wine. She suggests a nice "dom... dom perign... dom perigndoodaa."</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maria tells Fiz to stop fretting about John. He doesn't deserve it. Julie suggests she get away for a while, like going to South Africa with Kirk and Chesney. Fiz says she couldn't. It would look like she was running away.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Julie says she wishes she had her fondue set. There aren't many problems that can't be solved with a marshmallow dipped in chocolate. While Fiz takes a call, Maria tells Julie she should stop making jokes. She's not making jokes. “Chocolate has feel good chemicals, and that's a medical fact.”</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The police are going to let Fiz see John, and Maria is shocked that she'd want to see him. Fiz tells her that she just needs some closure. She needs to make some sense out of what he's done.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhISI64PYb0eI_sVZaY02MhEazPm1hPfC6Wq6gtYI3RX2rnQh-2wrNLsx6rbuj0Sjthf0UPVbKWOxSzJygvxshoQ7beA5zuZMrfLXYs4nJhkpz2cJrgIjg_RIVp1UKOVyfvQ8ZtR8XdLl/s200/61.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506880902035170" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR98b7wt_Dp7DhCGr35AMIWQP-n2KjpHuBmSOdBlZrABVLJwEsZUfZFvIKR3CTVXqYsFNOhrreQNuKNm9xQqI93_D7_h2vBq8ry_BU5m3GNL5TIyn_lqq4ESeaDNZP4Y4DujvqXsI_3An_/s200/62.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506800611639922" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZnZdhd7RSL3Rp0p9-WyHKXNnCqzqy5rLql1qKMPSYXEPMLwQYP18_xmyUuYzNvRS0h7Y8ooxxKgFbbmGJaodF3_od9h6RcxykVh_qzfVQtt5CE5rMPrs1Rf-uT40WxsFXKQ4WRYgDA_s/s200/63.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507124569662882" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCcnlSpOfX9qb73aGVHNzxEKpEgECLaBJ7GP1y93ImOzne6O5udOYcpJYFgRJEosOXH-8H0Agj92nt2NurQ02ZTJUXtoc_I9bYE8rJzFPQxw1pxFgDXm0nZXVdnaajGIGHOztH7ryc5Bz/s200/64.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506492931029938" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jan downs her beer, and she and Leann make their way over to the girls. They're disappointed that she got off with just a slap on the wrist. They're being REALLY harsh. Janice can hardly keep it together, and runs for the ladies room.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Leann and Dan give each other nasty looks at the bar. He dumped her a couple weeks ago after discovering out they'd stolen the lottery money. Kelly runs into his arms, and Peter says he better be getting off.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtt2j0B9hDdztFP79nFj4biPxOf37isBUmST4-N9EIWx7PahH3Z2jzG0BQ2i-nTAtiKbfffiNP4kMRG56V6IdGPtmX4nZhSHHHxCne1kVVAqkeYTCLoaboMw0aLWmraPhbaHzEMsTWP3Tm/s200/65.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506270127452866" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUX3DGR50dwMXssx0FpHxsGOMWQmHKe1usA029xt5XHVms9tyNviR715Uy2JBVy3rslzm5lhTuxqxrOeReF8IOSMUL2rjNVx1vecVCGiQOsGNVDmDKDkS_EwfVuVwsTTx9vaM2eAkL-YxA/s200/66.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266505892348138482" /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Over in the corner, Tony's accountant turns a blind eye as Tony forges Carla's signature on a check to transfer some funds from the Underworld account to the property account just to keep things afloat.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The restaurant manager comes to the table to ask how dinner was... and how many people they were thinking about having at their reception. For some reason, she thinks they're planning on having their wedding reception here, somewhere they couldn't dream of affording. Tyrone and Molly are furious that Auntie Pam lied to get them a free meal. Molly runs off, embarassed, and Pam tells the manager thanks for the dinner, but the wedding's off.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw4EvcYDCBWNPvfHb3J1DlHzv0ofmAOttn4MoIV56GRF3cAyen24uXr4kym62DqZfIKWP67Is6LwN-Iz9620qsV4jBLveU7uU4-WWmFobqfn7dasFAuThIS_bHTmLzYu338bhELO772F4/s200/67.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266505478648029970" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEoUxPBW3e23loDfa9doRmA5aF-NOaLZ-XxJW51py5bkeAxMfqZRap4FH9A1KFHQoSGU3g1TGnwb4z3Aysm_fqmtuF0e8BACKb-E-wUBbWIatYPNHweSwwCnAYuFqRLn30pwJCwZOXN-B/s200/68.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266505390239549682" /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOVNBgvhyphenhyphenWum4zWZI7IjyFusgxvGo1ubgjIAgCVQRszXMRqYB0ate3PEUYhSvj69eFqks4GdRZsO8lq6LwGi1ab2LxmfV0kmXe9-WrulQ2ZKO_4WzciSzli-ARK9eCkzAhK55ASA78gbD/s200/69.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504972953924850" /></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Peter's packing his things. He tells Ken he's not cut out to be a dad, and he's leaving. Blanche tells him that children can sense when their not wanted. Ken is furious and tells him that whether Peter stays or goes, Simon will be going with him.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Websters sit down for a happy family dinner, and Sally has to step out of the room because she's crying. She never thought it would be like this again. All of them, together.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5nTrqYt4auqpg78jy_KtNc4GeVratT7ICqO3SnvESleyeft8C69dGLqZFP8go2wRSaiv2wUY-pOrH6fpZi3i8UrHDWqh3hH9RYmMLARvOuyyEQ0M2KLOC8XWkeHO0DIyx3OeNexoGf22/s200/70.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504614836802066" /></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><col width="128*"><col width="128*"><tbody><tr valign="TOP"><td width="50%"><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEpgh3To9nZDap8MltqrC3CI-1W52PZjCBj6EWApJhL8QWf5PvqpDLs1UvwwZ2FIcxJzqpCRZ5hyoYE1liwCy2xI8DPb0SwukKsXSDuG5EPlN6eYIBOs2jPvYwidVo-xt40MhkLtRxDgg/s200/71.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504005527772338" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoOCfIqt7Zx2O0ph3cjPUSYE4dl2Dj4qTL15gEbbf2Gc-GPMU_ajRG8YdoSaL8rCJjveNOI6sFzMJPt-ACUGk5n7uOGko_jphzEd2mh1SxjpGIHHz2gPQdaCEXTNv6bMry-cD8ZChTZGU/s200/72.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266504166526905538" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUWOylGFfz-0dX2pehpWY8_iIx9JCXg_xJe_qJzJ3wbnne0hWb5PzF-ZW7T_nn2z6-MtuiTFagfctPQLSjFT8IX74DdjJSv8ffaM0QPlS04SXY53SG4sjoafNOrkqhs3ma91wKm50PXH3/s200/73.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503565244719122" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionSg_osWHUjQj38a5CFfs3usnZSg785TWqGL-Lkx0qstZhTbeb6GD_2bX61ftOyQBS37sEIm1gmiRHsN4a3PgjWAuGLxIM-05muX0Qrc-he3HG5QpPKmW4AzTWqh2Yy3nfmr3WQZnkGuE/s200/74.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503423381463570" /> </td> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">John thanks Fiz for coming to see him. But she's not there for him. She's there for herself. The thing she really needs to know is, how far would he have taken it. He swears that the day she found out was the day he was going to release Rosie. He knew that they were over. The last five weeks have been the happiest of his life. Fiz is the love of his life. Fiz asks if she would have proposed to him, what would he have done then? Would he have killed Rosie so he could live his life the way he wanted to, with Fiz?</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She stands up the leave, and he asks her not to go, not yet. She tells John she loves him. She really loves him. (Present tense!) He tells her that maybe if she could just forgive him, in time, that's something that they could build on. She says no. She needs to take care of herself. She needs to make sure he doesn't hurt her again. He begs for another chance, but she's out the door.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <col width="128*"> <col width="128*"> <tbody><tr valign="TOP"> <td width="50%"> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:LucidaMAC, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Outside the police station, Fiz breaks down and cries.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> </td> <td width="50%"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHY1zG19vYWe8Zk0eBSKoaXxizaBLWnkpQejWgFy_yN6b_uxsLt-quSmg6R74ecWYWfGSAtk7HG7Wk75Le64Nz9wRAiNTU9qMpFIp0yMa_2USqKQN7Dlivq0cqa6sWQVeou32U8EHePaw/s200/75.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266503094839270178" /><p style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:LucidaMAC;font-size:48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473954517350660663.post-28739987291674793472008-11-07T21:06:00.012-05:002008-11-13T01:23:11.019-05:005th November, 2008<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Welcome to the very first post of the new Coronation Street Blog, 'Today on the Street'!! My name is Dan, and this is basically a blog where I'm going to post a scene by scene recap of each day's episode of my favorite British soap, Coronation Street. I'm not sure who will stumble onto this, or if I'll promote it or anything, so for now, enjoy reading it Kat! :-P And make sure you leave lots and lots of comments. On with the show!</span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%" height="56"><p align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We open at John Stape's Gran's house in the country. Fiz has just learned that John has had Rosie locked in the attic for the last four weeks. Rosie has bashed John over the head with a table leg and dashed down the stairs and out of the house. Fiz has taken off after her. Rosie's delirious from a recent bump on the head, and tries to hold Fiz off a tree limb until Fiz reassures her that she'd only just found out what John had done, and wanted to help her. Rosie begins to sob and collapses into Fiz's arms. Fiz whips out her mobile and calls for the police... and an ambulence.</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112919975624818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5Syo2MfJy6wrN_FnVbp2pj77_tlV8hmbegzlO9kOgAcoZrFsGi4go7GCGCoKot8phFEedWW_gA0IRgzpBE1iKPHhqCaW03fAqZALZRazAA7PLhjRgU5VMmubwNP3R0OVqOELM_m4_2aa/s200/02.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112823438442770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhZmLhbsyWn2S5-NEiWxNkLkYeJF_LiUPRrP9xmvIEJ9SPap3DNmjAQ6g7QURGyxSGWZciuSSKaBAcizT-KXb3huhpdTfHQ-fcCr8ubPN2DsvxbatcfuYjcmLDjMrOs7NEafP4boZBdzB/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112756063135906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPieNNn_kEkj54wSVR4hIXXBBFOvP-PARUHpTtzH4hxx7CYtEcj_WNvFJE6ttj9uE02ChceH-PsRTWfmVCHc8CtY0En22c_z_nUc5KNvzzj-BGYAp3A0FBKQ8ogXWvzU4HYEFaf0TddDC/s200/04.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%" height="66"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112542011178034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcC0OWbgfZBrEwN7PWrXrAx0FeHNnf7i94Kx2rhk5enA48P3LRqZhrHdjAP1lGCDr6DZDhw0XDDKNONP95fSqQVYbNdyB5NnM4duv6gQ-Dtf2aGsSLKvhMvIfyfa2zGxEM06xBhxXHnj7t/s200/05.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112463753497154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvWE_SC9_gFPVlSD0izYZbRbD3Ix02pjNRpLAPqhKQmprDinWbPcItme7nMthkKsz7IgMZQdNF8dp5LCkxoOKtRFEmsreB_IzdclH5WgTMnpPSKMfQXfmkNuaPecu1HXy3h07wBAzNrlB/s200/06.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td><td width="50%"><p align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Back at the Webster house, it's a not so happy birthday for Rosie's sister Sophie. She's got a couple cards from friends and her parents, but her parents didn't get around to getting her a present, so it's just cash for her birthday, AND her mum's forgotten to take the price off the card. The phone rings. It's Rosie! She's okay!!</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kirk and Julie have come back empty handed after searching high and low for Maria's lost doggie, Ozzy. They try to ease her worrying, but Ozzy was Liam's dog. He's all she has left of him. She feels guilty for thinking Liam might have been having an affair with Carla. But Tony's set her straight... or so she thinks. There's a knock at the door. It's Liam's cousin Tom, and he's found Ozzy! “Come on stud, let's get you a drinky,” Maria says to Ozzy. “Cup of tea'd be great, thanks,” smirks Tom. Maria smiles for the first time since Liam's death. Do I sense a bit of chemistry?</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112259044246306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDH3lVdGTerBp3_vAnVQ5V_LdWAc_bm0z3Vl4NL0T_quFRdtnYg_PqaEyoJVh9xa1QcLmzCq7HjOCus6gRARPe7ZWm_cefxFBwNMnbvx_1JWuW-Bc7jM_xLRR1vRHH2v2dG4bxziXggwt/s200/07.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112000238962258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AZNFPR5MaGPM0UaJRzA3m1pyuQvodxwzBaS9LBGY3hylNdvIaD_9w0v57uEwC60MH7UFfav1SgzrjKFL9Hpv7078OfCvEMEonkqLK7KtG8ay6gePcaD-Ik4VjBXsKfVEC1F1DvvMYLrt/s200/08.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111909896392194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsE7iKV0H_EbRTf5vq34TycOn_LovypahzbDz0wEJIobkFOn-iLaJx77HwjK9oN4Balj6j4LXWCJXgIGvveVg7CZVkHSO4lCLtL4ox8-zjcdpVyaetFfqmJ3Dy4VtfCyWUHc1kGAo1NPAy/s200/09.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111383875100882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRAwiSFmJDv3VINiVpzGi0UvdYHn9zqRjxoSmcjKFVedpQk_syb-zEgee6h8aiB9mwkLmNJuiSGkUZjYlrZdkcCYTCGhGczCcoMfSNFySx0h9ok1mNzTiEHaByX8SphwvYgZQFfTUmAs-f/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111495455350386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdQyagYGVjeGN2Vus-ZT7teqkOAy1JGyhg3Hfc5Of6gPnqTZLu6o6m16OBw4-rX59j0kYOJSVEc5zXrYQgHCv-EuUoKECbuyVyxhv6lWSnx8J_UqPaPbsDsoZYg9q5GGMFNFqP3nCKGJN/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111596791774786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepMb9OjO7pX8hCMDJSgIjrpkQ-waE4VlC-poUsMGNQqO0bNboHWyS82S0ZZlE_AvaPXxQse5Rd1xDAZ6-OavVifcFdIF-aNMHdt1EWVbbyTPk5W7lQPND6IV7PLGO9BptiWcIHtLqkgRx/s200/12.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td><td width="50%"><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Back at the creepy cottage, Rosie's worried she may have killed John when she hit him. But Fiz says not to worry, the police will sort him out. John stumbles out of the house. He tries to talk to Fiz, but she grabs the same tree limb Rosie had and holds John off with it.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">”</span></span><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Take one more step, and I swear to God, I won't be responsible!!”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You wouldn't hurt me.”</span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“</span></span><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After this lot, try me.”</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">John hears sirens, and is shocked Fiz would call the police on him. He "did this for them." He just wants to hear her say she doesn't hate him, but she can't speak. The police arrive and Rosie runs to safety.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Simon, the cutest little boy in the world is busy watching his favorite show, Postman Pat, but Blanche has a few things to teach him about a real world postman. Always late, sloppy, and riffling through your birthday cards for ready cash. I'm never leaving her with MY kids. Peter, Simon's father shows up late, as usual. Ken suggests they get some fireworks to light off tonight, since it's Guy Fawkes night. Peter's going to “nip into town” to get some. Ken's thrilled he's making an effort, but Blanche isn't convinced.</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110800073323778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8mz5BSc8pBWbE1hOh3voCdrjuHZ_6CyoJUdcIZq45pGeryzqm5RyaHOeYmDdGOc1D9Cjhj7tlJDQ9zrItZcTVEya1dlucieJNAEDfhoK1PO2yB0oY7uvyR_6P_fKRFd5pUaUImVOQTC3/s200/13.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110902625879106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUhw3nfFwjEpEZ7H5K0CWuRM9teh9quaI09LIO3jr0WrH81KM6QJ_08ifZNWbBIaeeoh-Uh4qhz_zWJBEKOlUuLa9xHziCrnY7rlUakpX5VXQJ9xSCWLdV1ktiNycy6nKiyCi7q68pFmN/s200/14.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110324611803442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVs3J8oVQCemajHh8pPTwcToj2PuXAwANXs94ACAUpTcuCxwCIPM8oNp7R7olbL1BxRYg66I3G8yPxWmfNuInA872sd8qDs5BxQfupjL16ZGG21V_3YVZ5lTEhZiiI2LDPlEVUWXubqEZM/s200/15.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110406111075970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lW3AS_90rPnAGQ1gDufx-GGcMOLuj2eR9CcLMGVVfk_llHSIqUgQcShbvq3lolZCmLfRQWF_8yDfa-P2poo7010wrEvpoILKix5tzuPMSsBs2zf5Wzn8gYzQnbnFUvc5VjVU6L6b4VUy/s200/16.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Everyone at the cottage is giving their statements, when Rosie's parents roll up, she runs into their arms. Sally thought she'd lost her daughter. Can't get rid of her that easy.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maria and Tom have a talk about her reading into Liam and Carla's relationship. Tom explains to her how he went behind Liam's back to bring Carla into their business, and that Liam was furious. Liam knew Maria would only be angry about the situation, and that's why he kept it from her. Maria feels better. Ignorance is bliss, eh?</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109735055126242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyP09HYPJGRR2p6GqypyBkZqYQspvu3kveeoTEVYv8Cvjd9PtXdFQxAxatCscMynGVJblaKZbfEnhaIACgo_d-PePAJcqChZ-LWl0d5f7vLBVC8a1KFLQsR8Azyy_V9qaXMCWW-O758rX/s200/17.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109138338347074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLxgIZhpIgp_a-4h3KPEvJDbH79_6QckBw3bV81IAkulWcfMzYqJMF-xbeDBPZ7isuYYEC-evTiSp-owPwIsQoMmbm93s2WEDb9WxRN28gdu5SrFBDNhlnJAJ6MZbhRZ1ueb6sfFnq2ap/s200/18.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109219932892498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypCB8ln1rMH68MpyPC9Ufq1Fq-yLSR86Fk21UTEW4M5doEX_d3MFMQUW2orp9qaUcRSsfb5EDCDanCgf6WNf1wMH1kbRa4Enk37Iuvjuq2qhSiL1GqEIWywusuSSL7KT2PYYpIAtT4BRM/s200/19.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kevin Webster is trying to wrap his head around the fact that John Stape came to them, making it appear that he wanted to help, when all he was really doing with covering his tracks. This is the last time. He's going to make sure of it. Fiz approaches Sally in tears to apoligize. To explain to her she had no idea this was going on. Sally is a bitch, and won't hear any of it. When Fiz tells her she was the one who called the police, Sally is appalled that she “expects her to be grateful” after all she's put them through. Poor Fiz!</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Half-way point! That sleezeball Detective Hooch has rolled into the Rover's again. Here's the story on him. When she was a teenager, he nicked Becky for shoplifting or summat, and when he had her in the back of the cop car, he put his hands where they didn't belong. Becky reported him, but the charges were dropped. Even after all these years though, he hasn't been promoted. He's being help back because of Becky. Now he's getting his revenge.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky was arrested recently for assault, vandalism, and theft while intoxicated. She's only responsible for some of that. But she got off because Steve claimed they were together that night, because they're still having an affair. They're not. It was a one night stand months ago. Hooch suspects they're lying, and he comes round every night just to make them squirm.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Michelle arrives with her bandmate J.D., and Steve makes the usual petty, jealous remarks. J.D. Makes a pass at Becky, who just hours ago had been all over him. But with Hooch here, she has to make it seem like Steve's the only man for her. She blows J.D. Off, and everyone's confused. Everyone but Hooch, who watches from across the bar, scheming.</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266108695545504722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfV4pTCO2jPnWBXYIfPiOFIzF0JeQ6lcTl5Gc4zMaGXYcHqX9izkNC5f18HFEoCk1HN4ltu3UdjYjKwM5tct8rN_HAwUTBDeqnkG7r9moaqmbJwKhHdOpAAoelUQEFdyb8EMF9UpoY6Jy/s200/20.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266108596933972370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGd1QiLieUGY9_u7znZjITUUNVtGuMbgJhF6LE0FDL0b4fNW2a7Utz35ZqKHAGHUk5Sh3uxlNvcJeoj_w2kjUYKp2pGJayoUe5v-uJ3nl2YmQB0Gt5F0v8nx4kbSuFdlB5GPGv2RC2DIR/s200/21.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266108432517445650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpbBRr2mhhjBwr34XrW7MZ0MuB8583So4OwBK_PUb6vg-1-GjuHqgjkKIehwo52pD-giqMo8hm6bQe1b4_FCV1SSYiVZV4hbgCY4Lj_ksP-e5Sty8ppBqc7oIjWXrscJD4PlGPQEw1eHv/s200/22.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266107433101425442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8CcujdE1TulE1EzixsRN7svM2PLECvkDHwHt3VLgbS8UXoEPvUaUbC5RsZQ0AzZKiYMAu7P1L_hzZCOUBKO3Ly8bITKKI-ozCds0Rtnr-HofuHHG9vrw3Zv9LHL5Le4d3YMK-vkRp9Lj/s200/23.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266107567012187730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93p5Rabi1F5cE5opoPNTbjAFAqvRGH9ofRVBrDEGJVz0poeNSmHGphT7EXNHoOS9S-7m8JsF3sxOShqey2ET5zLGmaQRF6SxjCik4h4DEcvVbTXO-Ble1S1G5K7zXJWkLNgpd88l5e0N0/s200/24.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rosie has a happy homecoming and is greeted by her sister and granddad. Sean watches from across the street, mouth agape. The detectives take Rosie inside to interview her.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fireworks can be heard as Ken tries to teach Simon about the historical significance of Guy Fawkes Night, but it's usually his bedtime by now. Where IS his dad with those fireworks. They go outside to light a couple Ken had stashed away while they wait.</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266106384267254722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RUQwaH4ZU5kUI3OgS06M9-abanyKvDd0lwbGzRRwi6sOz_hDjahY0xvirZfJEfWX52nnHaYijwsnWXKzmVj9pnHnV-9Rsd23PvKrD4YXRYVaXMCsgdSBiESjQ1EUBVF-eRlbCRkmBhOF/s200/25.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266106076485214050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22AA3dHnVyZ3-Ov2eawa00Q8t49PVmPwFskgEpIU72NTJwEhACQVbVcsN25SzyFbl-1QPJOpUkGHPcnHHDappDph96gg3meOkjMVgklTiBDUJwNyGIFfAF_DIRLEkoNCeJZvgvSglClfY/s200/26.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kirk, Julie, and Chez are getting ready to go watch the fireworks when Fiz comes home in tears. She can't go out, not after the day she's just had.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Becky gets a little too close to Steve for comfort as Hooch is still watching. He warns them not to book a vacation any time soon. Their court date is coming up.</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266105676118694642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0CbPvVPSFc4-GGn5Kus-WifjYtq7pbXNVHXPEuNRxDuqu3K3OzWtauVOQdpzdvIZ7j8lKyTZLFkmWQM2LBkr8blHhyphenhyphenvO238C69V11jmi7mMiilKKiyMlwDnXsoIN5nIJDPyawazclPzD/s200/27.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266105430974704626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwir6Q6akF9FQHeBoit2a0Ge4jKIAtn87La8v7l5g27OIUCFcIUIrpCO9lFbZnE35zm96LPVlaAiFgUo5KYi3wRGvu1tS7albjo_B_CxYEvEARDU-G-HfV8NM15Li2o7QH7nh4HzaW4Sy/s200/28.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The elder Websters sit downstairs discussing the day's events as the police question Rosie in private. Sally decides to let Rosie tell them in her own time if John did anything to her. The police tell them once John's out of hospital, he'll remain in custody until they've finish questioning him. From what Rosie's told them, hopefully they'll be able to charge him with the “appropriate offenses.” Rosie feels (and looks) awfully scuzzy. She's off for a bath... after a few much-needed hugs.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's well past Simon's bedtime, but Ken's going to let him stay up just to finish what fireworks he had stashed away. Just then, his father shows up STINKING of booze, with two huge boxes of fireworks. He got “delayed”, and the jackass brought home display fireworks. Great to set off in a small alley, wouldn't you say? Peter's had enough of this ridicule. He takes off, and leaves his son in grandpa's capable hands.</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266105166397888594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDpeoarD1GGOmDV_JYTSIXTqe4Kg77sj3IfE7Cy08McU_uqDVNF52FmMJJUOuzJUCFhpowjZ9ECCjI2iZLuvmn5kwkf_98ShfBiUKCEC-K-4lLpC64XSIXlS7U8JBdZhkMTH9caxpvIJe/s200/29.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266105096681796130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-V7ZaW5jy2kvkmrG4DThrD9nMz8jVgTWnZQYgHO6OuIrem9_dNzYCpJrd1RMd6erZaTMQgELtAWgI1sQevC9wEC_68UHbyuRtLI9dW00U1DVAhWqZudfzoZRSp-OyyrkXlChsSWzc3Lc/s200/30.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266104790263851858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOGosNXg_M2mDepF3DRRqPyStlISEzOD4ETJxY78pW0qqY0s4nOqodJwZkQbXf1yntQ3lLizWZDswKGcNvIHv5DfTQSs7SVHPllELAvu_FDml1jjBHD3As0sbdidk-p8UnM6_zT9z_n_D/s200/31.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maria's sat at home in the dark. Ozzy in her lap, and tissues at her side. She's a MESS. She's SO lonely.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">John's led down a hallway to a tiny cell, door closed, little slot window closed. After keeping Rosie locked up for five weeks, what could be more fitting?</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266104498429606498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjajkALrhqcwOCQsU82ghiPUXnsQiRh9rlXbCkfDZhEdwaBGkerw5Yq1uOWAQ_g4RvPBEnOMHQtMfLJTx1soWpKNB5YMscAK4QzSnyC2skKaJmnIMQSUCJpUGDHXuApl0tX74NUx8y05S/s200/32.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266104197199382322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmk61ZzMeg4-TB53ysBMoThOK8cWoCq4Lh4KiMl83B3lewpd-NvLBwVXO0DZ4qT81bwBV2L36Cr4FhqPk970XGorgk5NlVGDSPLwdYQBT066Ox6yWrMe0GHLTgxbDQsttXmrmwlDFoCuGc/s200/33.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Julie brings Fiz a cup of tea out back while she watches the fireworks. They stayed home to be with Fiz, but she just needs to be alone right now.</span></span></span></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><colgroup><col width="128"><col width="128"></colgroup><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="50%"><p><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sally tucks Rosie into bed, and she promises her that John didn't touch her. She asks Sally to stay with her just until she “drops off.”</span></span></span></span></p></td><td width="50%"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266103871933914930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPtetTtyp2WQd15RRfoImgk9yh0RX9JmJWTu8EMSWkMtfSkAHL3xBS9vbtFq8yz_MBKTFmH05oYYO1VbXxq14W97uWbaYbBn2SI4UT8GeO63BEUcOH7VTAeZD13ICcmLukQWED4WY7EuU/s200/34.jpg" border="0" /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266102946156977586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2EuJvE4eoYcqxzQGQTOvA5j9dLso6jtv_UCLFPDZeLixFiZxOxLuEuaTTAbz2-ywJqJGzTpcwBMk85NE9xiKtwMPjntjNQZ-CMBfAJo9jLBiRkj4a__shUXF6hhvaajxNikz8GLaqp1u/s200/35.jpg" border="0" /></div>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064157017338448427noreply@blogger.com1