UK Time: Monday June 1st – Episode II
The show opens at Peter’s flat. Michelle is telling Peter that he really should get all wrapped up in a one-night-stand. Peter’s argument is that it wasn’t just a one-night-stand, “it was us.” Yes, that three-week history they have must be really meaningful. Peter firmly believes that they could make each other happy. Michelle’s response: “I don’t do happy anymore. I’ve had it beaten out of me.” That’s right, everyone board the misery train en route for Connor station. She is gonna be a blast on the road.
A bit later pathetic pair are sat on the couch. Peter is trying to convince Michelle that they belong together. Michelle is telling Peter that they don’t. Michelle tells Peter that she still isn’t over Steve, and Peter isn’t over Leanne… Leanne who? Sorry, did Leanne and Peter have the world’s deepest romance for those 7 episodes? This is a little overblown. In the end, Peter kinda gives up and leaves.
Out on the street, Lloyd is waiting for Michelle to take her to wherever – the important thing is that she’s leaving … in a brown velour tracksuit. She has a chat to Ryan and is really broken up. She’s only going for a little while right? But, I guess any goodbye for a Connor could be the last goodbye. Better get your hugs in now.
Thankfully Peter has Ken to lean on. You know, when you are facing an emotional crisis, nothing like an overly intellectual geriatric will do. Peter tells Ken how sad he is about Michelle and how much he wants a drink. Ken suggests that Michelle was right and they Peter needs to sort himself out more before he launches into a relationship.
After Ken leaves, Peter goes through Blanche’s things and finds a half drunk bottle of wine sitting in the box like the last chcoclate in a box of Lindor on January 5th . Blanche Hunt: always thoughtful. You can see that Peter wants to drink it. In the end, he throws the bottle against what must be the most durable tile work in al of England. The bottle smashes into a million little pieces.
Outside Roy’s Rolls Hayley jumps out the woody with a life-size cardboard cut out of Roy’s identity thief, Eddie Windass. Roy is sweeping the walk and is understandably confused by the picture. Just then Anna pops her head out the café door to tell Roy that the Cash ‘n Carry are on the phone for him. Anna is also surprised by the picture and says its got nothing to do with her, you know beyond the fact that the man in the picture is her husband.
Meanwhile Eddie is being as useful as Jay Leno at NBC in the cab office when Anna storms in with the cardboard cut out. The up-shot of that meeting is that Eddie and Anna have a sit down with Roy and Hailey in the café. Eddie seems to think that apologizing for the identity theft and fraud is good enough and that he should be thanked for falling on his sword, or getting caught bang to rights.
Later on Anna is sitting on a bench in the street – I don’t think it’s the Maxine Peacock murder memorial bench. Eddie comes lumbering up and tried to apologize to Anna. After a couple minutes, Hailey comes over and assures Anna that she still has a job, but Eddie has to pay the Croppers back. Anna is overjoyed that she still has a job and that the croppers take identity theft so well. She then turns to Eddie and lays down the law. No more tricks, the guy has to earn his keep proper-like.
At the end of the day at the Rovers Hailey and Roy go over the events f the day and disagree over the ethics of taking the mini-break to Paris. Listen, Roy. When a woman wants to go to Paris, take her to Pairs.
Meanwhile, Windass the younger is being taken in by David’s stories of untold robbery booty. He’s falling for it like Nascar Dads at the Republican convention. Then Gary’s uncle Len appears to remind him what could happen if he got in trouble with the law again. Suddenly that matters to Len, you see.
In Other News
Joe is popping drugs like Keith Richards in Toronto. Gail is too stupid to notice and David has not stolen Joe’s fix.
Sean is having a pre-mid life crisis and is looking for a chance like Kritsi Ally on A&E.