The Syndicate (UK) - First Season

We've won the lottery. Eh? Yes!

How many have you taken?! Don't know, six, seven.

You know they've found something on his brain.

You've half killed the man, you stupid bastard! Chill out, yeah.

He's fighting for his life!

Annie!

Will ye bring me slip on's down?

I threw your slip-on's out, the back's had gone.

I can't tie them.

Every time I lean forward, I go dizzy and my arm's gone numb again.

I'll tie them. We've got to get a new mattress.

I don't know what's happening to me, I'm falling to bits.

You've just had a head injury, Bob. You're lucky to be alive.

I think I'll call in the shop on my way home.

You're on sick. I know, but I want to see how they're doing.

You just need to concentrate on getting yourself right.

I don't mean to stay,

I'll just pop in to see them all, make me feel normal.

Hiya!

It's our Pete.

What you doing here?

I've come to take me dad to hospital.

Why didn't you remind me his appointment was today?

Cos I'm not your secretary, that's why. Annie.

Anyway, why aren't you at work, son?

I've taken the afternoon off.

Well you'd no need, Annie's driving me.

We better get going in case there's any traffic.

This is getting bloody ridiculous. Why even bother having appointments?

That's why I didn't want you to come.

I knew there'd be a load of waiting about.

I wanted to catch the bank before they closed.

Right. I've done another spreadsheet and I'm hoping they'll give me the money this time.

You're just going to owe more. I've bought the property, Dad.

It won't let unless I can do the conversion.

It's sitting empty and I'm leaking money every month. You should've thought about that beforehand.

Dad, banks were throwing money at people. I don't know why you got into property!

You're a solicitor. I was trying to make some money, Dad.

How much are you asking the bank for?

I need at least another 200 to do it up properly. 200 grand?!

Bloody hell! Can you talk about this some other time, please?

Dad!

My God, it's like Family Fortunes.

Now then, Pete. Mat.

I've been ringing you.

Me phone's off. What do you want?

Bob! What do you mean what do I want?

I've come to support you.

I couldn't remember what time your appointment was though.

Seems like they can't either.

How are you feeling?

Well, I slept funny and me arm's gone dead,

but apart from that I'm hunky dory.

I hate hospitals. Me too.

Oh, for goodness sake!

Are you pissed?

Robert John Davies.

That's you. About time.

What are they doing? Hey? Are they coming in an'all?

Looks like it. Oh, hold up, hang on.

Come in!

What you doing? You can't barge in.

I didn't barge in.

Sorry, erm, we've come en mass, I'm afraid.

Is it all right if my family come in as well?

Yes, fine, I'm not sure there's enough chairs though.

It's all right I'll stand. I think you should sit.

I'm not pissed. Mathew!

So Robert...

Bob. Bob.

Is it good news?

We've had all your results, the scans,

the biopsy and blood test back.

And? Will you shut up!

Sorry.

You see this light grey area here?

Yes.

That we thought was a cyst or a benign tumour?

Yes, yes.

Well it turns out that it isn't either.

Great!

That's a relief.

You have what we call a high-grade glioblastoma multiforme.

What's that when it's out and about?

Trust you to have sommat weird, Dad.

What is it?

I'm afraid it's a very aggressive form of brain cancer.

'The tumour is growing at an alarming rate.

'It's growing deep down in the brain

'and removing it would be far too dangerous.

'I have looked at the scan and X-rays very carefully

'and discussed it with my colleague

'and unfortunately it's completely inoperable and untreatable.

'I'm afraid the prognosis is not good.'

We'll get a second opinion, love.

I won't see the magnolia blossom.

You don't know that.

They say these things and people live for years after.

That must have been what all these funny turns are about, eh?

I know.

Peter's trying to get an appointment at that private hospital.

Why? So I can pay them to give me the bad news.

But we need a second opinion, love, he might be wrong.

They were upset you didn't want to talk to them.

I've got nothing to say.

Hello, love.

I've rung a couple of times and left messages erm,

just wondered if I could speak Bob.

It's not a good time, love, he's had a long day.

I just want to talk to him for ten minutes and then I'll go.

Who is it, love?

It's Stuart!

Well, don't keep him on the doorstep, tell him to come in.

Come in lad, I were going to call in and see you this afternoon,

but I got caught up in other things.

Sit down.

Tried to ring you few times, you know,

to find out how you got on at the hospital.

Do you fancy a drink, son? No, I'm all right, thanks.

Annie'll make you a cuppa, or do you fancy a beer?

Erm...

We've got some in the fridge, go on, have a beer.

Get him a beer, Annie.

No, everything was fine at the hospital, yeah.

No problems there.

Got the all clear.

Well, come on, what's been happening at the shop?

Are you managing without me?

They've sent us a relief manager, we've got a newbie, Sally Anne,

bloody hopeless.

Denise had her eyes done and she couldn't see a bloody thing.

That copper still coming in?

Yeah, in fact he came in this morning.

What for?

To ask me to go down to the station.

I've been there all afternoon, answering questions.

We haven't got any beers, I think the boys must've drunk them.

Can you slip down to the shop? No, it's all right.

No, Annie don't mind, do you, love?

If you want rid of me, you only have to say.

A glass of water's fine, honestly.

Would you like bitter or lager?

Both and some crisps please, love.

Would you get a bottle of whiskey, make sure it's good stuff.

Do you want some money? I think I can manage.

So what kind of questions have they been asking you, coppers?

All sorts, really.

Why I didn't try to raise the alarm and why I were on my own.

Well, I should've never left you, but I felt shocking.

All I could think of was getting home.

I thought I'd give Annie a ring, let her know I was going to be early,

but I couldn't find me phone.

Must have left it at the bloody shop.

Hello!

Stu, it's me.

Ah, there you are.

I got nearly all the way home and realised I didn't have me phone.

What you doing in the dark?

Nothing, I was just putting...

Ah, that sounds like mine.

I must've dropped it in there when I was puking.

Found it!

Can you hear me, Bob?

Have you any idea who did this to you?

No.

Stuart was...

putting the takings in the safe

and erm...

Try and keep your eyes open, Bob.

Stuart was putting the day's takings in the safe and?

No...

Not all of them, I'd already cashed up one of the tills.

Stuart said there was just over seven grand in the safe.

Is that an average Saturday night's takings?

When it's a roll over weekend, yeah.

So when Stuart was putting the money in the safe,

were you aware of anybody else in the shop?

No.

I'm sorry, I think he's had enough.

OK, Bob, we're going to let you rest now and we'll come back tomorrow.

Thanks.

The next thing I knew you and your brother

and that smarmy American bloke were staring down at me.

I thought the bang on the head must've sent me loopy.

Bob, this is Andy.

Andy Faraday.

How do.

I've got some very good news for you.

Can you hear me, Bob? It's good news.

We've won the lottery.

Bob?

Do you know, I thought you said, that we'd won the lottery.

We have, we have won the lottery. 18 million.

Bugger me.

There is a slight complication though.

Stuart is an unpaid up member of the syndicate, he's missed five weeks.

And in circumstances like this, we let the other members vote

whether he or she should get their share of the winnings.

Well, you couldn't help being skint.

So which one didn't vote for you then? I dunno.