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You've been trying
for a whole year?

What if I can't have kids?

I mean, I know Stacey said
you'd been trying,

but have you
actually been trying?

-What?
-Well, that's what I wondered.

-It's quality...
-BOTH: Not quantity.

Oh, don't talk to
her like I'm not here.

-This is our son.
Mine and hers.
-All right, Dave, leave it.

We getting married on June 13.
It'll all change then.

Will it? I really hope it
works out, given me and her
woke up in bed together

last time she came
here without you.

What?

I'm afraid there is a problem.
It's you Gavin.

You've got a low sperm count.

It will be okay, Gav.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hiya.

-Are you still asleep?
-No.

-How come?
-Well, I'm up.
I've been to the shop,

got paper, some milk.
It's a lush day, innit?

I know, it's bakin'.
And there's
the Elvis convention.

The island's gonna be packed.
What're you up to today, then?

Don't know.
Might pop down
and see you later.

Aw, that'll be nice.

Make sure you text before
you come though,
so as I can take my break.

Hang on a minute, babe.

I think my parents
have just pulled up
outside the house.

What, your parents?
Your mum and dad?
Pam and Mick?

-Yeah.
-Oh, my God,
maybe your nan's died.

Right. Which one?
'Cause they're
both actually dead.

Are they? And mine are.
Oh, there's lush.

I'll call you back.

Yoo-hoo! Surprise!

What you doin' here?

Oh, that's a nice welcome.

-Hiya, mate.
-Hiya.

No, it's just... Well, it's
just a surprise, that's all.

Yeah, that's 'cause we wanted
to surprise you.

(SOFTLY) Needless to say,
this was your mother's idea.

It wasn't actually.
It was Dawn and Pete's.

They saw
the weather last night on Sky,
and they said,

"Ooh, it's gonna be nice
in Wales tomorrow
by all accounts.

"Let's go down and spend
the day on Barry Beach."

-So are they
following you down?
-No, they had a row,

3:00 this morning.
They're not speaking.

Dawn threw him out.
He slept in the shed.

-Why?
-That bloody ring.

BRYN: Mick, Mick.
Pam, Gav, I'm up here.

-MICK: (LAUGHS) Hello.
-Hiya.

There I was having a bath
when the phone goes.
It's Glenda.

She's says, "Gav's mum and dad
have pulled up
outside Gwen's."

I said,
"Don't be daft, Glenda."

But lo and
behold she was right!
And there you are.

-Here we are.
-Here we are.

Wait there, I'll get dressed.
I'm naked.

Well,
that's a fiver I owe Glenda.

-Hiya, Doris.
-All right, Dor?

She just e-mailed me
and said it was you,

and I said I bet
you five quid it isn't
and here you are.

-She's made a twat of me, Pam.
-(LAUGHS)

I'll tell you something else.
Gwen's in for a shock.

Glenda just texted me.
She said you were here.

-Well, what a shock.
-I know, it's a surprise.

-We fancied
a day on the beach.
-Oh, that's the ticket.

Oh, that sounds lovely.
Can we join you?

Gwen, we would love it.
We've got
everything in the back,

windbreaks, lilos, surfboards.

Yeah, well, it's a body board.
Are you coming, Doris?

Oh, I haven't been down
the island for years, Mick.

Well, al the more reason.

Well, why not.

Doughnut, a bag of chips,
I'm your girl.

I'll have to
dig out my bikini.

-(LAUGHS)
-Joking I am, Gav.

A one-piece, it is.

(ALL LAUGHING)

-Oh, sorry about that.
-Oh, you were quick.

Oh, I'm only
halfway through, Pam.
I've not even talcumed yet.

Now, I hear we're
going down the beach.

-How'd you hear that?
-Glenda. On Twitter.

She said she'd seen Gav's mum
and dad talking to Gwen

about going down the beach.

-You're coming, aren't you?
-I should coco!

But I'm thinking
about little
baby Neil the Baby.

-He'd love it down there.
-He would.

But what's the latest
with Nessa and Dave?

We don't really know.
We've not heard a peep.

Let me exfoliate,
I'll pop down the van,
see how the land lies.

GWEN: Well, come on in.

So, this is O-bama.

All right. O-bama.

Not to be
confused with O-sama.

(GURGLING)

O-bama.

O-sama.

Very different people
with very different ideas.

You fancy a rusk? Me, too.

-All right?
-Yeah.

-I gotta get a new gas.
-We'll come with
you if you like.

-No, you're all right.
-Where to you goin'?

I dunno. Rylands? Lawsons?

-They open bank holidays?
-Should, yeah. Probably not.

Well,
we should last till tomorrow,
shouldn't we?

You talking
about the Calor Gas
or our relationship?

Oh, Dave, man, come on.

Why you bein' like this?

-Why am I bein' like this?
-You gotta let it go.

What, you sleepin'
with another man?

I told you,
I didn't sleep with him.
Not like that, anyways.

-Positive of that, are you?
-No,
I'm not, if truth be told.

But what can I do?

I bought you that
Aston Villa strip.

I know and I loves it.
You know I does.

I can't bear it, Ness.

Thinking of you
and him together,
doin' things...

You know,
doin' the stuff that we do.
The things that we do.

Look, I know we didn't do
any of that stuff, okay?

But how do you know?

Because I didn't have my bag.
My tools. My cloak.

And anyway, there's no way
he could take that level of...

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-BRYN: Nessa, Dave, Neil?

-It's Bryn.
-We're in here, Bryn.

Hello, you three.
Whew, hot in here.

-That better for you, Bryn?
-Yes, thank you.

Now here's the thing.

Pam and Mick Shipman have
just turned up on the
doorstep, out of the blue,

and we've all decided
to go to the beach.

Will you join us?

-Will Smithy be there?
-(SIGHS WITH FRUSTRATION)

Huh? No. As far as I know,
his name's not been mentioned.

I know things
between the two of you
are not exactly, well, peachy.

Look, you do what you like.

I gotta find me some gas.

We're nearly empty,
aren't we, Ness?

Catch you later, Bryn.

Good God!

The tension in here, Ness.
It's unbearable.

-This is what it's been like?
-Yeah, for weeks.

Well, I don't want to know
the details,
the ins, the outs.

That's the problem, Bryn.
I can't remember
if there were any.

-Hiya.
-Hiya (LAUGHS)

Oh, you look so lush.

-What do you mean?
-Just watchin' you then

from the kiosk, smilin'.

Oh, it's been so long
since I've seen
you proper smilin'.

Oh, that's nice.

Hiya, Stace.
We're on the island.

-Can you believe it?
First time.
-I know! What do you think?

-I like it.
What a beautiful beach.
-Well, it's nice.

But I suppose that's
'cause the sun's shining.

I mean,
I expect if it was raining
or just a bit overcast

it would be quite a bleak
and depressing place.

A bit like Billericay,
really...

Hiya, love. You gonna
come down on your break?

Definitely. Where you goin'?
Down by the left or
down by the right?

-Probably in the middle.
-Yes, it's nice there.

-See you later.
-See you down there, love.

-See you later.
-(GIGGLES)

-All right, Ness?
-Hiya, where's Dave?

-What's occurrin'?
-Ah, Stace,

we're not
mentioning Dave today.

-Today is a David-free zone.
-Is it still bad?

The atmosphere in that caravan
is what I can
only describe as...

-Well, I can't describe it.
-So Dave's not coming, then?

Oh, Gav, what happened
to this Dave-free zone?

-Oh, Stace!
-Sorry, Marco.

Come on,
I got seven Elvises here
all gasping for a cappuccino.

-Right, I'll see you later.
-See you.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

-All right, mate?
-Gavelarindini!

-Guess where I am?
-Where?

-Guess.
-Where?

No, guess.

-Where?
-Guess.

-Upton Park.
-Wrong, I'm in my car.

-Oh, yeah, where you going?
-Guess.

Smithy, just tell me
where you are.

Okay, I've just
crossed a big bridge,

I paid £5.40 for the
privilege. I'm currently
coming off the M4,

off the A48 heading westbound,
straight towards
the Isle of Barry.

-You're coming down here?
-Where I know for a fact

my best friend's
wife's at work all day,
leaving him AKA you,

sat at home watching YouPorn,
playing what can
only be described

after recent revelations
as his empty, useless gonads.

-Smithy!
-Gotta laugh at it, mate.

You gotta laugh adversity
right in the face.

No, I don't.
That's really horrible.

Whoa, hang on a minute.

What about when
Gary and Simon's uncle
had his testicle removed

and he walked in the Crown
after his operation?

I don't seem to remember
you holding back on the
singing. What was it again?

-I don't know.
-What was the song
that you made up?

The One-ball of Wimbledon.

# Underground, overground

BOTH: # Wombling free

# The one-ball of
Wimbledon Common
are we #

Okay, I give you that one.

The irony is he has
actually moved to Wimbledon.

So you're on your
way here now?

Yeah,
we're gonna go to the beach.

I wanna be the first person
who'll take my
son to the seaside,

walk him on the sand.

The only problem with that is
he's already on the beach.

We all are,
Mum and Dad, everyone.
It was a bit impromptu.

What?

-Is Dave there?
-No, hang on.

Bryn, is Dave coming?

We don't know.
He's gone to get gas.

He's gone to get gas.

Oh, well, in that case,
look, I'm not gonna bother.

I'll just turn around.
It's probably for the best.

Yeah, probably.

No! Why's it for the best?
I'm trying to see my son!

Stop trying to stop me!

-I'm not.
-Don't then.
I'll see you in a bit.

-Goodbye.
-See you.

This is a beautiful beach.

Well,
I'm glad you said that, Mick,

because we're very
proud of our beaches
in Barry, aren't we, Gwen?

Oh, yes,
I prefer it to Porthcawl.

Now, now. The thing is,
Mick, I've got a lot of happy
memories of this beach.

Some of the best
times of my childhood.

We used to come over
for the day from Swansea.

-And see those
rocks over there?
-Yeah?

Well,
I'll never forget Trevor,
my brother, God rest his soul,

and his friend Ian
Dickson, Dixie, they
called him, I don't know why.

I'll never forget them
dangling me over the
edge there one summer holidays

by my ankles, swinging me back
and forth, back and forth.

Oh, they were laughing away.
And if I hadn't
held my hands out,

my face would've been bashing
against those rocks.

-Bryn, that's terrible!
-No,
it was just tomfoolery, Pam.

-Really?
-Yes, the folly of youth.

And between you and me,
I rather enjoyed
having both arms in plaster.

Like this, I was.
Hello. Hello. Hello. (LAUGHS)

Happy days.

£5 he's asking,
for a bit of canvas
and a wooden frame.

-That's a bit steep.
-You could buy one for that.

I told him to stick it, Pam,
coming over here
taking our jobs.

-Where was he from? Poland?
-No, Newport.

-Mick, give Dor your foldy.
-Yeah, all right,
here you go, Doris.

Thanks, Mick.

Well,
I'm gonna get some drinks.
What's everyone want?

DORIS:
Oh, yeah, just get a mixture.

Yeah, just a few cans of pop.

-I'll have an Irn-Bru.
-What if they
haven't got Irn-Bru?

Go somewhere that has.

Okay. Anyone else?

I'll have a tea, Gav.
Or a Shandy Bass.
Either's fine.

Should we get a little juice
for Neil the Baby?

-I mean, I know we
got some water but...
-It's up to you, Gwen,

but I'm not payin' for it.

Don't worry, I'll get these.
Is that enough, Gav?

What?
Well, it's only a few cans
but cheers, Dor.

No worries.
Fake it is, Gav, that 20.

-What?
-I'm joking. Lighten up, man.

Right.

Oh,
Mick, you been working out?
Nice frame.

Cheers. I do me best.

I bet you do.

Hey, Pam, I imagine you're
a satisfied customer.

Doris!

I've got no complaints,
put it that way.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I bet you haven't,
you lucky bitch.

Hey, mister,
let's get this on you,
get you protected.

(STAMMERS) Now, look, Bryn,
you're all right.

Pam will do it,
won't you, Pam?

Leave her be, she's relaxing.

-Honestly, Bryn...
-Look, it's on my hands,
what can I do?

Okay.

Yes, sir, can I help you?

I'd like some drinks, please,
lots of cans and a smooch.

-A full smooch and a cuddle.
-(CHUCKLES)

-Oh, you missin' me?
-I am actually, yeah.

I'll be down in a bit now.

Hey, guess what I was
thinkin' this mornin'?

-What?
-That we should go on holiday.

-You know,
just get away from it all.
-Yeah, maybe.

Just think we're a bit
preoccupied with everything.

You know, havin' babies,
not havin' babies.

Maybe we just need to be
on our own for a bit.

This is nice. Just us two.

SMITHY:
Gavlar, this is amazing!

There's a fair!
Why have we never
been here before?

-Ghost train, dodgems.
-Log flumes.

Log flumes? We gotta
go on them. Where's Neil?
Where's everyone?

They're down on the right
just after the steps.

-I'll see you down there.
-You want a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a Irn-Bru.

Okay.

Really, Bryn,
that should be
fine now, seriously.

You can never be too
careful, Mick. Skin cancer
is on the up, isn't it, Dor?

-Apparently.
-Hey, Smithy.

Hey up, Smithy!

ALL: Smithy!

Hey, all right, Doris?
You beach-bound diva.

Hiya, Smithy, love.

Look at you lot
sunning yourselves,
living the dream.

-All right?
-Yeah, you?

Yeah, yeah, good.
Where's my boy?

Hey, there he is. (EXCLAIMING)

Look, it's your daddy!

Hiya! Look at you!

What do you think
of the beach then, eh?

Yeah? You like it?
And look what I got.

(GASPS) Look at that!

You're gonna help me
build a sand castle, yeah?

You wanna build a sand castle?

Is it all right to
build a sand castle?

Or does he need little sleep
or anything, does he?

-No, he's fine. Go for it.
-Yeah?

Here you are, Gwen, will
you take him a minute?
I'll just get this off.

I can't get it off.

What you doing wearing
that thing anyway?

I thought it'd be a laugh.
But seriously,
it's not coming off.

(LAUGHING) I'm not surprised.

How'd you get it on.
Isn't it a child's one?

-No, it's 12 to 14.
-(ALL LAUGHING)

You can't pull it over
your tummy. You've gotta pull
it over your bum.

-Yeah, all right, Bryn.
-No, no. He doesn't wanna go.

Maybe you should deflate it.

That's it, the valve!
Where's the valve?

Where's the valve?

There isn't a valve.
I can't find a valve!

-Smithy,
darling, what are you like?
-Mate, you're so funny.

I'm actually getting
a bit claustrophobic,
actually.

(HISSING)

Cheers.

We'll build
a sand castle shall we?

-(CHUCKLES)
-Yeah.

(ALL LAUGHING)

-Well, this is lovely.
-Lovely, lovely.

I can't remember
the last time we spent
a bank holiday on a beach.

-Well,
not in this country anyway.
-No.

Sorry I took so long.
Stacey's rushed off her feet.

(ALL MUTTERING IN RELIEF)

It's a shame she's stuck
up there working while
we're all down here.

She's got a break
in a bit, though.
Where's Bryn?

I don't know. Where's he gone?

Bloody hell, Bryn.
You look like Daniel Craig.

I know, it's the shorts.

You brave going in there.

You look like you've frozen
your bollocks off. Sorry, Gav.

Oh, it's all right
once you're in there,

it's getting
your shoulders under
that's the worse part.

Right, so we've filled out
the sand, yeah?

-And then...
-Okay, now turn it over.
Ready?

And we're gonna lift this up,
underneath there's
gonna be a castle!

Oh, before we do,
I gotta warn you, Neil.

Don't get your
hopes up, all right?

Don't have any expectations
'cause it might all
crumble before you

and you'll be
left with a big pile
of sand before you eyes.

Well,
no, that's not gonna happen
if we give it the special tap.

Well, yeah,
you give it a special tap.

Of course you do.
It goes without saying.

All right, so I'll give it
a special tap, right?
One, two, three.

And then Mummy
gives it a special tap.

And then the three
of us all together.

All three of us give it
a special tap, ready?

One, two, three, look!

(EXCLAIMS)

-You all right, mate?
-Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

-Go after him.
-What?

Go and talk to him.

-What about? He's all right.
-No, he's not.

He's clearly
upset about his...
(MOUTHING)

What? You know,
it might be
better coming from you.

No, I can't talk to him about
man's things.
About (WHISPERS) sperm.

Well, I'm not gonna talk
to him about sperm.

Why? That's what
the problem is, sperm.

-Well, I'm his dad
and I don't want to.
-Exactly. He is your sperm.

He's made from your sperm.

Can we please stop saying
the word "sperm"?

All right...
Essence, whatever.

It's all right here,
innit, eh?

Yeah, it's nice.

I wouldn't mind waking up
to this every morning.

Yeah.

I'll be all right,
you know, all this.

It will.

'Cause it's not, like,
out of the question

-you and Stacey
to be able to...
-But it is, Dad.

What? They told you
something
different now, have they?

-Right.
-No,
but it's not looking good.

-So then there's
still a chance.
-A really small chance.

Yeah, but you're moping around
like it's all been decided.

Like that's it.
I mean,
look at your Uncle Vinny.

You remember Vinny?

-The one with the internet...
-The internet thing, yeah.

Well, he...
He was told he
couldn't have kids.

-He got four, ain't he?
-Exactly.
By three different women.

I mean, he's not allowed
to see 'em now, of course.

-Hmm.
-The point is
they're not always right,

-the doctors
what they tell you.
-I know, but they might be.

And if they are,
then you look at
the alternatives,

sperm donors, adoption...

But you don't just give up
on the whole thing.

I just feel like
I've let
everyone down, you know?

Like who for Christ sake?

-You and Mum.
-Oh, don't be silly.

I do. I know she's
not saying anything

but I saw how upset she was
when I told her.

You and her,
you'd make
brilliant grandparents.

Oh, come here.

One thing at a time, yeah?

It's just so many
"what if's", Dad.

Exactly. Nothing is decided.

And I'll tell you what.

However upset you
think your mum is,

it's not gonna do her image
any good being
called "Granny".

-She's been 51 for
the past five years.
-(CHUCKLES)

Hiya. All right?

Gav, I finished!

Marco's gone home with
the dog. Nino's come down.
He said I can go!

Excellent.
Then Gino didn't say anything?

No, he wasn't bothered.
Should we go to the fair?

Yes, I heard that. I'm coming.

-Bryn, you want to come?
-What, the fair?

(EXCLAIMS) Oh, no chance.
No way.
Not on your nelly.

-Why not?
-Smithy,
no self-respecting resident

of Barry Island would be seen
dead at that fair.

-Why?
-Oh, don't start,
Bryn, nobody died.

You just won't go there
'cause of the ghost train.

That's got nothing
to do with it, Gwen.

Trevor left him on there once
when they were little.

Round and round he was going,
couldn't get out.

-Well, I'm going.
-Me, too.

Come on, then,
Uncle Bryn can
look after the stuff.

No, I've changed my mind.
I'm coming.

GAVIN: Oh! Oh, no.
SMITHY: Hey, hey.

To the fair!
A one, two, three, four.

(PENCIL FULL OF LEAD PLAYING)

It was just a shock that's
all. I didn't expect
to see him there.

Oh, don't start, Dave.
I didn't know he
was comin', all right?

Yeah, well, how do you think
I felt turning up

and seeing you
two on the dodgems?

You know I loves
the bumper cars.

Oh, don't make it
sound like I was
doing something wrong.

You'd gone for gas.
What was I supposed to do?

-...and fathered a child with.
-I'd rather get in a dodgem...

You just keep making
there's nothing going on.

-Like I'm making
a fuss of nothin'.
-But you weren't there...

He's always
turnin' up being loud
and Cockney doin' his robots!

I gotta be civil to him.
He's the mother of my...

-The father of my child.
-For God's sake, Ness.

We getting married in
three weeks. When you gonna
start putting me first?

Don't be a twat, Dave.

Sorry to disturb but
are you gonna stay?

'Cause we're having
a little barbecue, we are.

Well, that depends.

Look,
I'm not gonna say nothing,
all right?

-I'm not gonna kick off...
-No, not you.

-It depends what
type of barbecue it is.
-How do you mean?

Are we talking burgers
and sausage in
a long-life bun?

-Or are you takin'
it serious, like?
-I'm not sure what...

I'm talking chicken breast,
seafood, rib eye steaks,
spare ribs, lamb kebabs.

What about side orders?
Potato salad, coleslaw.

-What you gonna marinade?
-Well, I think we can...

I'm not sure you thought
this through, Gwen.

Well, I know we're getting
the meat from Dick.
Dick Powell.

(SPEAKING WELSH)

Ah, now,
that's definitely sausage.

''Sosej'' I know
is ''sausage.''
That's a given.

I think he also said something

about stakes, prawns,
and possibly a kebab.

Well, I know that. I can see
what he's got
in his box, Bryn.

I'm just worried about
where it's come from.

It looks like it's fallen off
the back of a lorry.

(LAUGHS) No, Mick.

It's not fallen off
the back of a lorry.
It's been stolen.

Dick's brother, Rick, works
in a slaughter
house in Llanelli.

Isn't that right, Dick?
I'm telling Mick about Rick.

-(SPEAKING WELSH)
-Why're you shouting at him?

It's the only way
I can get through.

Anyway, Rick helps himself
to a few little bits and bobs,

then gives them to Dick.

He then sells them
around the back alleys.

He's being doing it for years.
It's totally legit.

And the thing is,
it's incredible value.

These steaks are 87 pence.

Well, that is good,
87 pence for a steak?

No, no, not 87 pence each,
87 pence for three.

(ALL CHATTERING)

I love barbecues.

I mean, I just love barbecues.

-I know.
-I mean, this...

This is one of
the finest inventions
since...ever.

I use 'em all the time.
I can't get enough of 'em.

I got a stack of my own,
downstairs toilet.

Take 'em to work
with me sometimes.

Like the other
day at your mum's
in the garden,

fried one up,
cut the sausages,
bit of bread, lovely.

When you're done
with it, chuck it away.

-Very
environmentally friendly.
-Oh, don't start.

-But it's not, is it?
-Right, okay.

Well, let's all buy a Prius
and have a shit in the woods.

Well, here's one you'll know.

# And if a double-decker bus

# Crashes into us

# To die by your side is such
a heavenly way to die

# And if a 10-tonne truck

# Kills the both of us

# To die by your side

# Well, the pleasure,
the privilege is mine

# Oh, there is a light
and it never goes out

# There's a light
and it never goes out

# There's a light
and it never goes out #

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SMITHY HUMMING)

-Is he all right?
-He's out for the count, love.

I'll keep an eye
on him, don't worry.

Right, everyone,
I think these
prawns are ready to roll.

-Doris, you stay there.
I'll get yours.
-Aye, go on, love.

-A bit of everything, yeah?
-Yeah.

What doesn't get eaten,
we can stick in the bin.

You warm enough?
'Cause I can go get a blanket.

No, I'm fine, love.

Hey,
I'll tell you what we need.
One of those outdoor heaters.

-Have you seen those, Mick?
-Yeah, I have.

They're phenomenal.
They keep you warm
even when you're outdoors.

-Yeah, well,
Pete and Dawn have got one.
-Yeah, a table-top one.

Pete sticks it on
when he sleeps in the shed.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I'll tell you where
there's a good one.
That O'Neill's in Loughton.

Well,
if you're right under it...

-It's too warm.
-It makes you sweat.

Yeah,
Deano was under it all night.
He was outside chainin' it,

people bringing him drinks.
He actually got burnt

on the back of his neck.
Sunburn.

-Had to put after sun on.
Aloe vera.
-BOTH: Hello, Vera.

-(LAUGHS)
-(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

-I worry about
that boy, you know.
-We all do, Mick.

But I tell you
that is the one only
singular good thing

to come out of
the smoking ban.

The advancement
in outdoor heating.

This is all very mysterious,
innit?
Texting me?

Yeah, I know. Just haven't
seen you today. Not properly.

Fancied a little cwtch.

-I had a good
chat with Dad today.
-Did you? What'd he say?

Oh, you know,
just telling me not to worry.

-Saying it'll be
all right and that.
-Well, he's right, isn't he?

I think what we should do is,
we should set a date.

Like,
say, the end of the year,
and not do anything till then.

-How do you mean?
-Well, we'll keep trying

and if nothing's
happened by then...

Then we'll just have
to accept it ain't gonna.

And start lookin'
into adoption and things?

Yeah.

Okay.

It's ever so sad, isn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.
Dave's talking to Smithy.

So I just wanted to clear
that air about it, that's all.

-Yeah, whatever, it's fine.
-Just leave him now,
Dave, okay?

You've said your piece.
Now let the man eat
his food in peace.

-No,
I'm just sayin', that's all.
-And I'm sayin' it's fine.

-Everything all right?
-Everything's fine.

'Cause we'd be getting
married...

In three weeks.
Yeah, you keep sayin'.

And I know that what
happened between you meant
nothing to her or to you.

BOTH: If anything did happen.

So let's just draw the line
under the whole thing

-and move on now, shall we?
-Yeah.

Can I eat my sausage now?

No hard feelings, yeah?

Well, I can't believe it.

In three weeks, you're going
to be married, eh, Ness?

-I know.
-I love a wedding, me.

-Me, too.
-I know, it's really lush.

And you should
see Ness' dress.

It's absolutely mesmerisin'.

Don't tell me any details now.
Don't want to jinx it.

And Jason's coming over, Pam?
I can't wait to see him.

Oh, little gay, Jase.

Is he still all right
to stay with you, Bryn?

Yes, all sorted.
The sofa's got his name on it.

Everything okay now,
is it, then?

With you and him
and all that
fishing trip nonsense.

A toast to the happy couple.

-(ALL AGREEING)
-Nessa and David.

ALL: Nessa and David.