- Hi, hon! - Hey.
- This is it then. - Hmm.
- Nervous? - A bit.
You'll be all right.
First in every morning, last out.
How are my panda eyes?
They're fine. Bad night?
Er, no, this is actually me after a good night's sleep.
I value each and every member of my team
and I let head office know this.
But the new management have pushed for a list of six of you
for the super team.
So, the names I've put forward are Brodie...
- Jamie. - Yes!
- Laura. - Brilliant!
- Andy. - Right!
- Daniel. - Yeah!
- Kirsty. - Oh.
So congratulations to those six.
Let's have a few minutes to digest everything
and then back to work.
I can't believe it.
- Not now. - Yeah.
- No. - Yeah, now.
Kirsty? She hasn't been here five minutes!
I think you're very competent and valued, Philippa.
But after careful consideration, I have decided
that you are at the right level for you.
Are you actually reading from an hr manual?
Look, we both know you've had issues.
Me isn't skiving. I suffer from chronic fatigue, Tony.
It's a real illness.
And yet have I ever missed a deadline?
I thought it was time to give the younger ones
a chance to shine.
Well, if you want people who are good at being under 40,
I will admit I am struggling there.
But so are you.
Hair wax isn't fooling anyone.
It's Clay, actually.
I can't face it.
What would improve things for you?
Well, you can have mine. It's not very busy these days.
Trying to make me laugh isn't helping much, John.
I just keep getting horrible flashbacks to when I was ill.
Yeah, don't do anything impetuous. That's all I ask.
We have two households to run and we need your wages too.
Wait a minute, are you not eating with us too?
No. I'm, er, going out for dinner with a woman.
Tomato sauce and salad.
Yes, I met her on plenty of fish.
No, I don't know much about her.
John, please, can't you rearrange?
I can't face having to go to this play tonight.
Not on my own.Boys, come on now!
Yes, I could, but I'm not going to.
And one day, you'll thank me for it.
Oh. You wearing that jacket, are you?
Yes, I am.
Good luck, biggles.
- My guy's going down. - My blues are terrible.
- Boys! - Deploy my troops!
Dinner is served.
- Mum, what are you doing? - Mum?
- What are you doing? - You're not listening to me.
You're coming to the theatre.
You're going round your grandma's.
Come on. Max, it's not me that has to write that essay.
- Quicker. - Crazy woman.
- Er, thank you! I wonder why.- You're a crazy woman.
Don't copy your brother, raife.
Now is the winter of our discontent
made glorious summer by this sun of York.
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
But I, that am rudely stamp'd,
and want love's majesty,
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
sent before my time into this breathing world,
scarce half made up,
and that so lamely and unfashionable
that dogs bark at me as I halt by them,
In this weak piping time of peace...
Have no delight to pass away the time,
unless to spy my shadow in the sun
and descant on mine own deformity.
Therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
I am determined to prove a villain.
Can we just stay here, please?
Look, I know it's tough when you start a new school, Max,
but you've got to make an effort, darling.
Just talk about the play, yeah? Come on.
Hello. I'm Philippa, Max's mum.
- Oh, hi. - Hi.
- Alex, Lucy's father. - How do you do?
- Hey. - And this is my wife, Susan.
- Hello. - Hi.
- Hi. - We were just trying to tot up
how many more the wicked bugger's got to murder
before he gets his sticky mitts on the crown.
I actually felt quite sorry for him.
- Because of his hump? - Oh, no.
It was, erm, all that stuff about him feeling so ugly,
he couldn't look at himself in the mirror.
Still, it's not real, is it? It's just a play.
Yeah, but it's a historical play.
Shakespeare was writing about what was to him recent history.
Well, I just don't believe
someone would be that wicked because of a disability.
Doesn't ring true to me.
And that's your critique of Shakespeare, is it?
"Doesn't ring true"?
Well, see how you feel about him
after he murders his two little nephews
in the second half.
I wish the bastards dead
and I would have it suddenly perform'd.
What sayest thou? Speak suddenly, be brief.
Your grace may do your pleasure.
Be happy then, for it is done, my lord.