Finding Alice

What would Harry do, take Tanvi's deal or take the risk?

You're smart, Alice. You don't need him.

Yeah, I do.

And I always will. And don't ever say that.

Hiya. Erm, can I stay, please?

It's all too much!

Come back, Harry,

or I'll throw myself down these fucking stairs!

She's jammed it.

Al, let us in!

We need to use the toilet!

I'm hopeless without you.

Ah, here we go.

Mum... Hello.

What's all this? We were worried. Sorry.

I heard you were having a meltdown.

Which sounded fun.

Aw... families.

'Yes?'

Er, keep it clean, Tanvi, my family are listening.

I've decided Harry would have wanted me to keep his business going

and develop the land.

'No, he'd rather you secured your future

'and got on with your life.'

Well, I think his life's work is worth more than that.

And I think you'll make money from this deal,

lots of it, and it should be ours.

'OK.' LINE GOES DEAD

Yeah, well, I wanted you all to hear that.

As you all seem to be here. And, of course, I've realised...

I need help. You know nothing about developing.

Neither did Harry.

This is how people have nervous breakdowns.

But fortune favours the brave. Oh, thanks, Dad.

Though I agree, you have no idea what you're doing.

Look, Harry belonged to all of us.

Look, he was your son-in-law,

your brother-in-law, your brother.

He was. And your mad dad.

And Harry didn't build to make money.

He built to make the world a better place.

And together, we can do this.

Dad, with your legal... Skills?

And, Gerry and Minnie aren't talking to me at the moment,

but when they do,

Gerry knows the building trade like the back of his hand.

And I'll be auntie/babysitter when you have Harry's kid.

Oh, he left some frozen jizz for Alice.

Some what? Oh...

Erm, OK.

Harry wanted another baby, and I didn't.

So he had the snip and froze, er...

..a deposit.

In case I changed my mind.

You can't use it. - Yes, I can.

It'd be insane to have a dead man's baby. - It's not a dead man.

It's Harry!

Look, I haven't decided, but... but I might do it.

And who knows? It might not even work.

Who doesn't love a baby? For God's sake, Roger!

Well... thank you all for understanding.

Well, I don't understand.

And why am I the only one daring to be honest?

You're all thinking it.

Well, thanks, most of you, for understanding.

Sorry about the whole jizz thing. Oh, it's a bit late now.

And can we not call it that? I just get carried away.

It's like Dad says, I could blurt for England.

You've gotta do it.

This is a life-saver. Me, staying here.

Anything I can do to thank you, Al, anything.

Hi, George. Er, can you talk?

Hey, yeah, I can.

Mum and Dad - Frank Dad - are at work.

I just wanted to remind you about tea

with the new grandparents tomorrow. Sure. Sure, cool.

Shall I bring, like, a cake? Or a bottle of Baileys?

I don't know, you're the grown-up.

Yeah, kind of.

No, I am.

I am. And it's happened.

Mum's planning to have Dad's baby.

Well, that's the inheritance down the toilet.

What inheritance?

I know. I know. So, what do you reckon?

Maybe it's OK.

But I'm a bit scared. Mum's already kind of frenzied.

It's what Dad wanted, so...

Exactly.

And, like, if Dad once wanted a nose job, we'd have to get one now.

Yeah! Except that would be... simpler.

Yeah.

Gosh... these building projects are so beautiful.

Why didn't I get involved before?

Because it nearly killed Gramps. And Dad.

And you hate mud. Yeah, but this could be me,

building something out of the ground.

She has a very warm heart.

And nowhere else to go.

She was always too full-on for Minnie and Gerry.

They had her really late and never got over the shock.

She's Storm Nicola, hitting a wobbly fishing village.

Bollocks!

Guys, how do you open the curtains?

Say, "Open, curtains!"

Close, curtains.

What?

So, you're going to do this...

..try to have Dad's baby? - Yeah.

And you know it doesn't mean I'll love you any less.

Your husband's missed a couple of payments.

Yeah, but we've moved house, and, you know,

I brought cash, very retro, to sort that out.

So, erm, we'd like to use the, er...

Well, I suppose you don't call it sperm, do you?

But we want to use it now.

And these eggs ain't getting any fresher!

Er, I'm afraid he has to come in and sign the paperwork himself.

That's tricky. - Er, he's working away.

So, can you email him the form?

We used to be able to, but...

the system was abused, so no.

He's dead.

God... I am so sorry.

No, I...

No, it's hard to say, so I...

And people are always so kind, and they say,

"Oh, I'm so sorry," and they do the sad face, but...

Of course.

We do still need authorisation.

Well, obviously, he can't give it.

Unfortunately, he's the only named recipient.

We can't release the deposit to anyone else.

You can. To me.

Er, I mean, I was his...

Well... his lady.

That deposit has been lying there for ten years for me, doing nothing.

What? Nothing.

I'm so sorry.

I understand why Harry didn't give me permission, right?

As I've said, knowing Dad,

he would've signed what was put in front of him.

He didn't think it'd be an issue.

Ed could pretend to be Harry.

No, he's too young. And daft.

Anyway, I've told them Harry's dead.

Well, Ed's brilliant, actually.

He's like the captain of Team Me.

Aw...

We could steal it. How?

A sperm heist.

Mum, I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do.

You weren't sure before. It's not so bad.

I'll ask my dad. There must be a...

like, a legal way, a loophole.

Mum, please, you do have me.

Yes, and you are lovely, but...

Well, your dad must have felt the same.

Mm... Er, that came out wrong.

You know I didn't...

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just... trying to keep Harry's memory alive.

Let's go, Alice! Your future starts now.

What? We're going for a run!

Why? Harry won't have died in vain

if it makes me turn my life around.

Look great in that wedding dress. Nail Ed down.

Get Mum and Dad to take me seriously.

We've got to keep fit if we're having a baby.

Are you having a baby?

I hope so. One day.

So help me, God.

Well done.

Come for a run with me and Nicola.

The future starts now, apparently. No, I'm OK.

What, Auntie Nicola runs? Well, we'll find out.

Mm.

I am so sorry about last night.

If it's any consolation, I feel all kinds of terrible.

Oh!

Did you go running with Harry?

No. We kept fit by fucking a lot.

Well, you need a new activity, then, madam.

Right, let's switch to speed walking.

Slow down, Al...

Let's sit down now. Are you all right?

You've gone from red to green.

It's like walking next to a traffic light.

Yeah.

I just need...

Day one. We should have just strolled.

Yeah. And not got pissed last night.

'Caution, patient tail lift in operation.'

She collapsed. They're keeping her in for tests,

but they think it was just a panic attacked triggered by exertion.

'What were you doing, running?'

Well, she... WE wanted some exercise.

And that's a good thing, obviously.

'We've lost Harry.

'Are you trying to kill our daughter, as well?'

Look, I know you hate me for stopping you selling my home,