G'wan Barry...
Listen to me good, Barrington.
I flying home to see my father on Monday,
and when I return, things is goin' change round here.
I have decided to leave Carmel!
I decided last night.
Seriously...
- Bye everyone. - You're not staying?
And have lunch with the *** in Eastwick?
Daddy, life is far too short.
Look at him... He could become an anti-man.
That's it.
Stop talking about me like I'm not here.
You should be ashamed insinuating things.
How you think that make him feel?
What if I asked you nicely?
If I really needed you to be there with me?
Would you come?
In this world there are only two tragedies.
One is not getting what one wants,
and the other is getting it.
You know, I think me and this Mr Wilde would have been fast
friends if ever we did meet.
Wha dat?
Sorry! Sorry! Please!
Sorry!
I am the architect of my life;
I built its foundation, and I will choose its contents.
My ability to conquer challenges is limitless...
My potential to succeed is infinite.
Mm... Mwa, I can achieve greatness.
I am focused I am capable.
I am confidant.
I'm stunning.
Today I will grasp my destiny with both hands.
Mum?
This is it Maxine.
What's the matter?
Your father doesn't care about me.
I can't do this anymore.
What?!
Casing the joint Mrs. Jessop?
Oh no, I see her intent is far more nefarious.
Seduction...
No, it's just a little... well it's a little thank you
for what you did for my son.
No need, really.
Me happy to help.
What other landlord would do that for a tenant?
Tell me, how am I doing?
Yes Richard, your technique is improving.
Your family is so lucky to have you.
If only she knew...
Thank you...
- Hello? - Dad, listen to me carefully.
You and I are going to talk-
This afternoon.
- Look... I... - Ah, ah, alone.
Do you understand?
Err...
Now who the hell was that?
Cos it wasn't my Maxine.
You alright boss?
Come in.
I tried to tell her!
I did try Morris, but
given her current predicament, her daddy dying and everything.
How could I heap trouble upon woe?
I was thinking the same thing when I got home last night.
- Is it? - Mm-hmm...
We weren't thinking straight.
We both got caught up in the moment.
He always poetic when he angry...
Someone asks for their freedom, you have to give it them, right?
Otherwise you become their jailer.
But you never ask.
At least not properly.
Maxine calling me out of the blue,
demanding confrontation.
- Hmph, Maxine?! - Precisely...
Carmel's no fool. And Donna, mi and her have a whole lifetime
of her being off, but Maxine...
"Brown girl in the ring tra la la la la... "
"Brown girl in the ring, tra la la la la la..."
Yuh keep on so and she never gone want to come out.
No don't worry about that.
There's no rush little Maxine.
Just know daddy ready when you are.
Him good and ready.
That girl has always had you wrapped round her finger.
Maybe, maybe this is a chance for you to finally stand up to her.
Allow her to grow up a bit.
- Make her way in life. - You know, you are always pushing me.
What you say?
Why can't you just leh me alone for a while.
- Leh yuh alone? - Leh me alone.
Leh you alone?!
Mm-hmm...
Don't act like you weren't the one to follow me to this here England
after fleeing Antigua.
- Gosh... - I already built-a new life -
a happy life -
begging me to start over,
promising me a whole heap a nothing.
What me have to show for it.
I never begged.
Mi never beg you.
- And you should have waited, yes, waited, - Waited.
instead of marrying the first woman yuh did see.
Barry, me had no choice!
Ya shoulda...
And like I told you,
this time is different.
I ready for the showdown. Soon as Carm is back.
So you say...
But you're not gonna mess me around again.
'Cause if you do
you're gonna lose me for good.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Leon,
happy birthday to you.
And many more.
Oh!
- Nice. - Can't tell nobody.
Well, thank you, thank you for erm, letting me know, erm...
Okay.
Thank you. No, no...
Take care...
Damn,
Carmel's cronies really left you with the bare minimum.
Barry?
Barry? What is it?
Who was that on the phone?
You look familiar to?
Jerome Cole-Wilson...
Mm-mm...
Him Melvin's boy.
What? Your nephew Melvin?
Oh...
I didn't even know he had a son.
- And this boy was only 14. - Mm-hmm.
Barely had time to breathe.
Dammit Melvin, man.
I know things ain't been easy, but my brother raise you better than that.
'Specially after we did promise our own daddy
to break the curse of we people and
become good husbands and good fathers.
Alright, alright, alright, alright.
How you not hearing her crying?
You can't keep leaving her like this.
Carmel, here...
She's just hungry.
She's always hungry.
I know.
Damn succubus.
Okay, shhhh...
Come on now.
Come on now, she needs you -
just a, just a change and some milk.
Carmel,
you know it wouldn't hurt for you
to have a wash and change too, you know?
Carm?!
Oo, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on...
Carmel?! Come nah, woman, just, just take her.
Keep her.
She yours.
Alright. Come on now.
It don't matter how hard it gets...
You have to water your seed.
Whatever anyone can say about me...
...They can never accuse me of not doing my duty.
Never.
It's not always so simple.
I know.
I didn't mean, I...
It's just a shame Morris, you know?
It's just a damn shame.
Hello...
Look, what do you want Donna? I've got an important pitch
meeting like, now...
Oh yeah, yeah mum, no I know, yeah she called me.
Well, I'm as surprised as you are believe me.
I don't know why she called me.
Mm, well no, she is my mum too...
What is that supposed to mean exactly?
Look, just because I don't wanna murder him and drink his
blood doesn't mean that I'm not angry...
No I'm seething, of course I am and he's gonna know that believe me.
No Donna, if you come it will just make things worse.
Look, look, I've gotta go, okay? I'll handle it.
Yes, I'll let you know. Thank you.
Barry...
- Barry... - Uh-huh...
Why you still seeming to fret so?
Remember, 'fret dem a fret-
-and dem no get nuting yet!'
Nah worry, man.
The only thing I fearful of
is the beginning of the end of proper communication
for the human race with all these...
- Zombies! Wasting their... Well, look at them, man. - Shhhh...
Wasting their time away.
Good.
So long as it's not still about Maxie, mm?
Because, truthfully,
if you serious about doing what you intend,
you goin' to have to get used to the fact that
she might not like yuh for it.
In fact, for a time,
there's a real prospect that she might even hate you.
You think you can handle that?
Yeah man.
If it come to that,
so be it.
Eh?
Why Maxine not here yet?
You okay?
Mm-hmm...
Oh, avert thine eyes my friend.
Before diabetes is upon thee.
Hello mi dear.
I'll have a cup of err, refreshing peppermint tea, please.
- Barry? Barry? - Here, here. - What you want?
Cool, erm, gimme a juice please.
And make mine a hot chocolate.
Char man, me fret so.
What are you doing here?
Uh, m-m-m-man wasn't
I mean I, I wasn't feeling great
so I decided to come home.
Oh...
Well, well you don't feel hot.
- Maybe I'll just give Dr Lee a quick call. - Mum, don't.
- I'm fine. - Yeah? - Yeah.
Well I'm working from home today anyway, so I can keep an eye on you.
You, you know what,
the paracetamol I popped is starting to work
so I think I'll probably go in.
- Oh, are you sure? - Yes.
- I could give you a lift? - No!
I don't mind. Really. Daniel?
Daniel?!
Oh, in case I'm also suffering from dementia,
didn't you order a peppermint tea?
- Mi changed mi mind. - Okay.
Surely you of all people can appreciate that?!
Seeing as you're already on the slippery slope downwards,
have some rum in that.
Overproof: it-a blow your balls off.
You're full of noise.
Sooner or later you goin' to succumb,
so save yourself the aggravation. Bring it.
- And what is this, rations? - It's not rations
- man, just hold... - Fill it up my man. - Hold on, it coming.
Oh...
- Nothing rum can't make better. - Mm...
Guaranteed to dissolve the stressment
and facilitate the forgivement.
Touch me.
Oh...
Mm...
Daniel?!
- Who's that? - Err...
Auntie Max.
- What are you doing here? - Yeah, funny.
I was about to ask you the same thing.
Ayo, D,
- oh who's the buff ting man? - Buff ting?
Young man, what you lack in manners,
you make up for in taste.
But don't be out here acting like the estate you grew up
on didn't have a valet, okay?! Come on.
- Hello? - Yo, you're embarrassing yourself. Come here.
Let me help you with that.
- Why are you not at school? - Half-day.
- Teacher training. - Yeah,
don't let this youthful complexion fool you.
I was not born yesterday.
God, you sound just like Mum.
What's with you Walker men and your shoddy behaviour recently?
Perhaps it's symptomatic of being an oppressed minority?
Okay, well, you're lucky that I'm saving today's arse kicking
for Grandy, and not you.
The same Grandy that's paying your school fees,
by the way, Mr Half Day.
And if Mum's to be believed, your whole lifestyle.
Yeah, well...
..not for much longer.
- Bye. - Bye!
Jeez...
Hey.
Feeling better?
Much better.
Thank you, Mr Walker.
Teetotalism is like a bereavement.
You remember all the good times you had with a glass of something.
- Such good times. - Better times ahead. Promise.
I'm still thinking about Miami.
For true.
Once me tell Carmel it over.
Run away together?
A “retreat”. You, me, the sun and the sea for a likkle bit, you know?
- We spoke once about having our own place. - Mm-hm.
Huh...
A little cottage.
By the sea, remember?
- I do. - Somewhere...
that we don't need to hide anymore.
- Somewhere... - We can walk around naked.
Mm-hm. That, too.
And when we don't have any guests,
Maxine, Donna and Daniel will visit and, um...
..we'll have a cup of...
Barry.
Ah?
Them will know, you know?
Not if we get a two-bedroom place, they won't.
How lovely to see you, Uncle Morris.
What a surprise. Mwah! Mwah!
I'm so pleased you could come, too.
- Maxi, how you do? - Ah...
I am so pissed off with you, Dad.
Watch out, folks. Soap opera just come to Dalston.
- Come again? - Oh, you heard me.
Maxi, you're letting yourself down.
Treat your father with respect, no?
Respect, yes. Let's talk about respect, shall we?
Just a moment. I am so angry that I even forgot to eat.
I've just got to chuck something down me quickly, so I don't faint.
Look, look, look.
I'm shaking.
I'm in no fit state to conversate.
Let me get you something to eat.
- Excuse me! A sandwich, please. - No, she's allergic, apparently.
This after a lifetime of eating bread.
Oh, I'm fine, Uncle Morris. I've already bought something.
- That your lunch? - What?
What in the hell is this streak of mouse piss?
That's better.
You think maybe now we can get to it?
Why you've summoned me.
Would it have killed you to have gone to Antigua with mum?
What you know of Antigua?
Well, I know that you haven't been in God knows how long.
Not since I've been alive, at least, because Mum always took us.
Mm-hm. And for good reason.
Well, maybe you should have gone again with her.
Well, she didn't ask me. She asked you.
You have gone too far this time, Dad.
Mum - she can't take any more of your shenanigans.
You're coming home late in the middle of the night pissed.
When you should be tucked up in bed
at a reasonable hour with a mug of Horlicks.
Or something stronger. Whatever.
Maxine, you love the fact that I don't act like some old codger
with one foot in the grave.
So don't give me any of this Horlicks crap.
And you have been out on the lash enough times with me and Morris.
So you don't even believe what you're saying.
Excuse me, do not presume to know what I...
Listen to me good.
It is true, I am a sinner and a drinker.
And as the porter says to Macbeth,
"Faith, sir, we were carousing to the second cock."
Dad, this is serious.
I've never heard her this upset before.
- And if you are not careful... - Your mother should get out more.
Which would stop her obsessing about my business
and trying to contravene my basic human right.
I mean, look at her - church, shop, doctors, funerals.
I remember she used to socialise, you know, with her work friends.
They were nice women.
Carmel had plenty to chat about back in those days,
because she wasn't banging the Bible over her head or mine.
She even bothered about her appearance.
Wow.
Sorry.
As one of the fellas said in King Lear,
"I am too old to learn."
Which is unfortunate, because Mum isn't too old to be hurt.
Neither am I.
Have you ever considered how this affects me?
Or Donna?
Seeing our parents this way?
Do you know what Mum thinks the problem is?
You don't like women.
What?
You know, like, you're a...
..a misogynist!
On what grounds, pray tell, am I a misogynist?
The way that you treat her friends, her.
I don't like her friends.
Do you understand that you are this close to losing her
and tearing our whole family apart?
She would already be lost to me,
if it wasn't for you, my Maxi.
I just want to see you and Mum happy.
Well, we been married 50 years.
Bound to be some ups and downs.
So you make it right, then.
Because, honestly...
...I don't know if I can forgive you if you don't.
Hello?
Hello!
Hi. Yeah.
I'm so sorry.
Yes, yes, of course. No, yeah, now's a good time.
You think maybe if she had kids of her own
she would stop acting like one?
Maybe.
But what man can ever measure up to you, Barry?
Maxie.
There. Always, always complete the look.
You are the star of the show.
Remember that, eh?
Give me a spin, star.
Oh, yes. Yes, I really enjoyed meeting you all today, too.
Oh...
Well, are you sure? I could bring my proposal back in.
Maybe we could...
Oh, I see.
But was that, like, a group decision or...?
Unanimous.
Okay.
Well...
Yeah, no... Yes.
Thank you. Thank you for your time.
Thanks. Bye.
Maxi, my lovely daughter,
for all your performance of outrage,
me and you get on too well for you to strip me of my fatherhood
and banish me to exile.
Don't we?
See this?
Seriously, Dad, I'm not in the mood. Not today.
- Let me get you a drink. - Mm-hm.
Hey.
Rum?
Go on, then, just a splash. It's been that kind of day.
Whoa. That's strong.
Just like your old man. Like you.
Then, come on. What troubling you?
Besides your best attempts to tear the family apart?
Yes, besides that.
Well...
...since you've asked,
there is something I'd like to talk to you about, actually.
- Floor is yours. - Okay, so, you know that it's a jungle
out there in the fashion world, Dad?
- Told me enough times. - Yeah, I've styled only
two shoots in this past month,
one of which was in Skegness.
And I'm up to my ears in debt,
because schmoozing with the fashion world
bloody well doesn't come cheap -
unless you've got a Russian oligarch for a boyfriend,
which, don't remind me, I haven't.
Why is she getting pissed quickly?
And if I don't mingle, the work dries up completely.
And I'll be past it soon.
Actually, I'm already past it.
I've been 25 for about ten years already.
When I left Saint Martin's, I just thought the world was going to...
Must be thirsty.
All this ranting.
But look at me, I'm just...
Honestly, sometimes I just feel like ending it all.
Really.
Morris, perhaps we could advise my daughter on the options.
You know, poisoning, drowning, asphyxiation.
What sayest thou?
Don't mind your father.
You and I both know that he thinks he's funny.
My advice is...
...do the thing you love.
Otherwise, you reach my age, and you're swimming in a sea of regrets.
If anybody know about a wasted life...
- . ..I do. - Morris, stop it, man.
Be positive, like I always telling you.
Yeah, don't be so hard on yourself, Uncle Morris.
Now, some people don't get a chance in life, Maxi.
Let alone live it the way they want.
- You're right, Uncle Morris. - Mm-hm.
You are so right.
I have got to fulfil my dreams.
- So, Daddy... - Hmm.
...I was wondering if you could help me with a little something?
Tell me.
I've come up with something exceptional. It is...
It's an idea for my first fashion collection, and you...
...you will be the first humans on Earth to see these.
Well, almost.
So what do you think?
Oh.
- Oh, oh... - Oh...
It's, um...
This is...
- Speechless? - Mm-hm.
- Yeah. - Yay!
Cos, um, it's ties, right?
- But the skirt goes into the trousers. The trousers... - Mm-hm.
Yeah, it's my unisex range.
See? And... and how you do that?
Er, so...
Well, um...
...if nothing, she talented.
She's deluded.
I mean, an imaginative exploration of the relationship
between fashion, furniture, friendship and family?
Perhaps she's an innovator.
She's a piss-taker, more like.
And then she say, "And I want you to model, too, Dad."
What happened to watering your seed?
Well, me starting to believe that over-watering just as bad.
So...
..what you gon' do?
Hmm?
You can't seriously be considering investing in her business.
Not only is her concept nonsensical,
her numbers are, too.
It was you that encouraged her with all of this "one life" nonsense.
- Me? - Yes, you!
Unless you forget, Barry, I was a man of means, too!
- Ah... - I had it all!
Odette.
The boys.
The house.
The freedom you want?
Cos freedom, my love...
..comes at a cost. So what you want me fe do?
What?
Not help her, while I still can?
Hey.
It don't change nothing.
I still leaving Carmel.
I am.
And what about Maxine?
What about her?
You willing to break her heart in the process?
For your freedom?
Or are you always going to surrender to her?
Listen to me, Maxine.
I need more time on this.
I know.
Okay.
Hey, hey, hey... Hey!
Hey, Okay.
Let we sit down, put our great minds together -
one for business, one for creativity - and we shall...
...work out some logistics.
Yes! Oh!
Great! Thank you, Daddy!
And I was thinking of calling it House of Walker
in a sort of homage to you.
Oh, cute.
And, mwah! Thank you, Uncle Morris.
Mwah! I know you probably put in a good word or two for me.
Oh...
- Is there any more rum going? - Rum... Rum, rum, rum.
Oh, no, the House of Walker is out of stock!
So we should get some more, huh?
Let us get some more.
Yes!
The Looking Glass has the best blackberry mojitos.
We can cab it.
Where's my phone?
Mojitos, taxi.
Who's paying?
I'm good. I'm cool.
Tomorrow is going to be one serious detox.
Ooh!
From this very spot, the House of Walker is born.
And will travel to both Fifth Avenue...
..and the Champs-Elysees.
Kingsland High Road.
Don't even say that! Why would you even say that?!
Organic air and vegan water don't mix with rum, eh?
Ooh, I feel like my second life is just beginning...!
There is a God...
..and he's called my daddy.
- Hi! - Come on, come on.
Soho, please.
My mum's in Antigua, so we're going to stop there first.
Do you know where the best place to get some oysters is?
- No oysters. - Why not?!
What you need is somebody to look after you.
On that my friend we agree.
It's precisely what I was tryna to say last night.
We are thinking the same thing, aren't we?
You hate it when Merty and...
...them lot chat that homophobic nonsense.
Morris, I am an individual.
You is a homosexual, Barry.
I am a Barrysexual!