All language subtitles for Stella s02e07

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What the hell are you doing with our
club?

I'm sorry, that business has got nothing
to do with you. You have got some

serious anger issues that you need to
resolve.

Get out, Lenny. What did you say?

I think he told you to get out.

She smiles and my heart stops beating.

I go weak inside.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

Why can't I have a Namkron?

Because you're not a Hindu.

Cripton, is that?

Well, not really.

He hasn't been christened.

Oh, why not?

It's the devil's child.

I don't know.

He doesn't go to church or anything,
does he? What's that got to do with it?

I could have had a rich godfather who
left me all his money and his will.

Like who? Ron Morgan. He's rich. Or Mrs
Barkley.

Mrs Barkley's not rich. He's richer than
me.

Yeah, yeah, with your dress.

OK, give me ten minutes.

Ma 'am, can I use the car for a bit?

Yeah, where are you going?

No words.

See you, mate.

My godmother still sends me a book
lecture every Christmas.

Oh, Ma, is it too late to get me done?

It's a bit risky.

I left Jack at my mum's.

Where's Lenny?

Down the snooker.

Well, he's not going to come home and
surprise her, is he? Oh, I don't live

here.

No, it's my nan's house, it is. I just
come here when I want to escape, like.

OK, so is your nan going to come home
and surprise her, then? I bloody hope

She's been dead since Christmas.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

It's for sale.

You can buy it if you like.

Added to my property portfolio, is it?

Me and Len had a terrible row when we
got home from the party.

Did you do?

No. He comes close sometimes, but he
never does.

Oh, and he's sweet.

It's mental, being you like this.

Have you seen my black wedges?

Stella, I'm meditating.

Come again?

Communicating with the universal spirit.

Yeah, well, can you ask him if he's seen
my black wedges?

Oh, yeah!

I'm trying to do you a job, good girl.

You ever planning on coming back to
work? Out!

What have you got the Christmas deck
down for?

They're my iPod speakers, and they're
just broke.

I need them for the audition, don't I?

I can use my CD player, if you like.

Ma 'am, no -one uses CD players any
more.

Can you take me to get the new ones
after school?

Please? Sorry, no can do, Prash. It's
Bobby's big day today.

First major burial without Paula.

So it's all hands on deck.

We're sinking the Geppetto Ferrero.

Ice cream fan, ma 'am?

Never heard of him.

Tell you what, I'll get your dad to take
you there.

OK.

See you.

So long.

Ma 'am, Roger.

You look... What?

Nothing. It's my death dress.

I started Simpsons Monday, and I'm
rather good at it, even though I do say

myself. Sure you are.

Is the boy around?

Yeah, still in bed, all loved up.

Luke, your father's here!

All right, let me down now. I see things
have shifted up a gear with this, uh,

low ego.

You know that lunatic boyfriend of hers
is Ronnie Mack's son, don't you?

Oh, that's nice.

That's where he gets all his charm.

Vicious little bastard.

Long wedge.

Luke! Okay!

What are these?

Islands. You've given them out all over.

To raise funds for the pitch.

Take one. I've got loads.

Haven't people got better things to
spend their cash on?

No one is a good cause.

Right. I've got to go.

If you hear any funny noises from
upstairs, it's Paula communing with the

fairies. So long.

Yeah.

Emily, will you give me a lift down the
gym?

Sure. I've got a little surprise for
you.

Oh, that is bang on.

Looks well profesh. That's because we
are professionals, Luke Morgan.

It was weird, you know, having a new
name and a new job.

Anyone would think I'd been put into the
witness protection programme.

You might have to be if Lenny finds out
about you and Zoe.

Don't you believe it?

He's all bark and no bite in Lenny.
Well, not much bite.

So when do I get to see you in your
offices then? I wouldn't call them

as such.

You're welcome to have a gander on going
up there after lunch if you fancy

tagging along.

Help me in.

Will I have to wear a suit or something?

Believe me, you're already overdressed.

See you later.

Thanks, Ian.

Melissa, we need to talk.

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine, the birds
are up, it's after nine.

Brenda!

How did you get in here?

Door was on the latch.

Now, have you seen our die?

No!

Not since Abra's naming do. Why?

He's disappeared.

He was meant to meet me for a shoe bun
and a catch -up, but he never showed. We

do it every Wednesday.

He brings the sun and I bring the star,
and we just sit down and put the world

to rights over a frothy coffee.

Really?

Well, we've only done it the one flight,
but I was sure it was a regular

fixture.

Give our Stella Bell on you a mobile,
love. Her network to eat my credit up. I

was hoping to cut her, but she'd gone by
my gotcha. Brenda, I am trying to

meditate.

Jesus almighty.

They think about you and your juju
bells.

This is about Di.

He could be lying in a gutter somewhere,
robbed, battered and bummed.

Give me 24 hours. I will have that
research on your desk.

I promise you, you will be 100 %
reassured that what we're doing is a

for the community.

And for you.

Oh, I've become a proper little item
now, you two and you.

I've got biscuits and Brillo pads.

Right, you've still got to swap the full
-size 99 in roses with flake, the

running order for the service and the
hymn sheet. No photocopies, mine

like Paula used to.

Good morning, Stella.

And how are you today?

Oh, and there's the flowers for the
pews, the knobs for the coffin and the

trolley for the bearer.

Anything else problematic?

Tea, coffee, massage?

Oh, I don't do massage, me.

I can't have any old random touching my
bits.

Just make me a cuppa and leave the bag
in, like Paula used to.

Bobs, sooner or later, you are going to
have to accept the fact that I am Paula.

I'm Stella.

So I do things the Stella way, OK?

All right, all right.

No need to hyperventilate.

Shall I do one for Daddy and all?

Aye, go on.

Oh, and one for the copper.

What copper?

And this is the bloke who likes to dress
up, you say?

Not judging, Daddy. Just saying.

Well, do you think you can find Di or
not?

They don't call me Sniffer Dog Glover
for nothing.

Lovely bit of business. Well done,
loogie boy.

Performing up, are they? Keep some of
that sparkle back for this, yeah? What

it? Cross Valley Amateur Boxing
Championships.

Over at Black.

Come on, lads!

Let's see who's up against who.

Ready?

You'll take it on, Damo. Nice one.

Oh, and let me say, you've got Tony the
Cheese.

Thanks.

We then weep, Lukey boy.

Don't be a muppet, Len. Luke's just
dying.

Choose again, sunshine. Leave it, Ray.

I can take him on no sweat.

Oh, really?

Bring it, Pat.

I'll consider it brung, Pat.

What do you want?

To know what this is all about.

Where do you get that?

Let's just say it found its way into the
hands of my silent partner.

Your silent partner?

I got a lot of things you don't know
about, Alan Williams.

Primarily, a head for business.

Now, this little stunt of yours has
caused my partner to question whether

rugby pitch build is good for the
community.

To worry about the ethics behind the
deal. And as we all know, Ethics have no

place in business.

So, I want you to cease and desist with
this nonsense.

Got it?

I don't think so.

Don't you push me on this, Alan!

You know you don't like me when I...

Mr. Kosh?

You dead?

Were you having a kid?

All right, all right. Keep your pants
on.

Sorry, I thought you was my dad.

I ain't complaining.

Sounds like you've been under the kosh,
Mr. Kosh.

It certainly felt like it.

Been chucked on the skip ain't easy, I
can tell you.

Skip?

Skip a life, innit?

My wife don't want me no more, see?

We're going to counselling, but it ain't
no use.

Like, part of me's gone.

Like... Having your arm cut off today.

Or your leg.

A thigh, even.

Be thinking.

A very large limb.

I actually came here to talk, believe it
or not.

Go on.

I'm all yours.

Look, I reckon you should take Big Ray's
advice and pick someone else to fight

with. Okay?

Oh, you're afraid I'll get these pretty
little lips hurt, are you?

Believe me, I ain't interested in your
lips.

Now, just do it, okay?

It's fine, Mum.

Twice is fine for a start.

Aye, and that's why you play dirty.

Proper viscous like a moron.

If he's such a moron, why do you stay
with him then?

Mum!

Mum, you didn't pack my train out.

Oh, my God, you're still in bed?

What?

Shit, what time is it?

I reckon you're definitely depressed.

I'm going to have to cheer you up then,
aren't I?

Well,

I was... Interesting.

She found you. What? Oh, yeah.

Overslept. Sorry, Aunty Bren.

Look at the state.

Did you have an outburst or a psychotic
episode?

Something like that.

Right. Well, you'll be wanting that shoe
bun more than ever, then.

Do you mind if we leave it this week,
Aunty Bren?

I'm a bit off my food, I am.

Well, all right.

As long as you don't go getting no
eating disorder.

Manic depressives I can handle, but
anorexics... I won't give him a time of

So long.

What do you think?

Well, you weren't lying, I'm sure.

Need a couple of new desks.

What do you like of flat packs? Because
I'm useless.

Ikea's a four -letter word to you, isn't
it, Rob?

Oh, he's on phone today.

He might be.

Hey, can I ask you something?

What?

Well, there's a rumour going round that
you've been seeing Melissa, Big Al's ex.

Oh, for God's sake, this town, eh? I
mean, it's your business life, but what

happened to all that hearts and flowers
stuff with my mother? I thought you

meant to be chasing after her. It's
complicated.

So you're going out with Melissa
instead?

No.

Look, if I tell you something about
Melissa, you've got to promise me you'll

keep it to yourself.

Sorry, can I answer this a minute?

Here you go, Jeff.

But I'm with my old man in a moment.

When am I going to see you?

Oh, come on, don't do this to me.

Namaste.

Namawar. So my new mindful meditation
book off Pesh means I've seen him

tomorrow, so I'm boning up on it, like.

It means a respectful greeting,
apparently.

How come I didn't go in this morning,
then? Because you didn't deserve it.

Oh, nice display.

Completely made out of roses.

Classy. Yeah, well, try telling Bobby
that.

Nothing I'd do to hold a candle to you,
apparently.

Hey, do you have my text about Di?

He's been found, thank God.

Aye, in his house.

Honest to God, talk about mounting out
of a molehill.

It's your house as well, not just his.

No, it's not.

I don't live there no more, style.

It's like my meditation book says.
You've got to live in the now. And right

I've moved out, I've moved on.

Maybe it's time I did the same.

I can't be buried in Stadler, you know.

We always like to do a follow -up visit.

All

right,

Patti? Where are we off to, then?
Curry's?

Dixon's? Eboo Electronicals? Forget
about it.

Eh? But your mam said you needed baubles
for your iPad.

iPod? And there's speakers, not baubles.

All right, all right. Keep cool, Cool
Jack.

Sorry.

Oh,

my God.

It's Gwyn Thomas from Thomas Thomas
Evans and Thomas.

And I. And Thomas. And Thomas.

What the hell is he doing here?

Problem, Bobby Jean?

This is plot 447, I take it? Mm -hmm.

Then it's mine.

Why don't you back to Ferrero's?

Excuse me? That hole is mine.

Well, Tom the Taft's. Tom the Taft's?
The old barman up top house, spoke

Welsh. I know who he is, thank you.

I also know that this is not his own.

Stella booked it Monday, didn't you,
Stella?

And did Stell confirm the booking within
24 hours?

If you don't confirm it, it goes back on
the vacant list.

Of course she did.

Didn't you?

Did who?

Well, why do you have to confirm a grave
hole?

Because, my love, some people pull
through.

Look, Bobby Jean, all I know is I booked
and confirmed the hole. Hence, it's

mine. Hence, it's bloody not.

Oh, hence off.

Steady.

Shall I go and have a look at it?

Top idea, Daddy.

Happy to let the widows decide?

Oh, my God, he's like, breathe out!

Tell your ma 'am.

Tell me what?

Hiya. Hi.

Check out my business card, ma 'am. Our
business card, thank you very much. And

I get in my own deck. When he builds it.
And a swivel chair.

Everything all right?

No, it's bloody not.

Never mind your poncy swivel chair.

My son is being bullied.

Ben?

He's just this idiot in my phone.

Jacob Hillman.

You call me names, asshole.

Gaylord. Bummer boy.

Knob jockey.

All because he was practising his moves,
forgot to dance. It's not right.

Names is no big deal, man.

And so what if you are gay? It's not the
end of the world, is it?

Ma 'am, I'm not gay, OK?

Ignore it, Benny boy. You'll soon get
bored.

He also stole my iPod with the dance
music on.

No way.

Exactly.

I'm thinking of taking dice steps around
his house tomorrow. Put the shits up

the old family. I can't do that. Will
you come round with me then, Stell?

Or I'm getting the fuzz in. The fuzz?

What, this? 1976?

He's a kids' man.

Don't worry, Presh. I'll go round after
work and get it. Even if I have to

ransack the little git's bedroom myself.

Oh, that's not a good idea, either.

Well, it's one or the other, but...
Look, why don't I go with Carl?

Help keep things civil. A bit more, um,
dispassionate.

Really? What?

Oh, that'd be brilliant, Rob.

I'm up to my eyes and it'd work.

We can be good cop, bad cop.

So we are getting the fuzz in now. Oh,
stop saying fuzz, man.

I get it.

I've left him.

What's going on?

Lenny's back on the pills again. I know
he is. And when he's out of it, he gets

mental. And I can't have Jag around him
like that. I can't.

Namaste, Pishman.

Namaste, Boyle.

All right, Dad?

All right.

Well, Dad, someone's been reading the
literature again.

Haven't I just been meditating, reading
loads of books? I've gone mindfulness

mad, I have.

I don't even know what it is.

Mindfulness is all about living in the
moment, not droning on about what could

have been.

I don't dronk. It's not dronk. Yeah, you
do.

And while you have been wallowing in the
past, I have been living in the future,

because the future is now. That's a good
book, isn't it, Bess? Like today,

literally, I have been breathing and
growing and becoming more and more

enlightened, spiritually, like just the
power of meditation.

What have you been doing, darling?

Chugging a copper.

How's he doing?

His life's okay.

Well, it's only to be expected, isn't
it?

And he was doing so well running this
place.

I'm right here, you know. I can't hear
you.

Sorry, my love.

Look what Auntie Brenda brought in.

He's not ill, Bren.

Yet. I'm not ill yet.

It's a wonder I'm not, what with all
this stress. I could be dead if I'm not

careful. Everyone knows the Ferrero's
put sheep's heads into people's beds.

Oh, come on, Bob. Look, I'm sorry I mess
up. Really, I am.

But all this crying over split milk
isn't going to help.

Oh, well, pardon me if I'm overreacting
still, but you aren't the one being

irresponsible for putting two prominent
figures of the community back in the

chest freezer till further notice.

No movement, then. None.

Them spaces in the chapel graveyard are
like gold dust this time of year, and

Anna Cymru's up for assault, battery,
and threatening use of a floral display.

Oh, what am I going to do?

Oh, it's got a life and a name, isn't
it? Oh, I've got to get down to shop.

It's like Mother Hubbard's around mine
at the moment. And we've got another,

well, house guest, shall we say.

So long.

You want me to cramp me in my style,
right? That I want and I won't.

We're a team, me and you, yeah?

Bodie and Doyle.

Dempsey and make peace.

Oh, Richard and Judy.

You really don't get this, do you?

You Jacob Hillman?

Yeah. You little piece of... Carl.

We'd like to see your parents, please,
Jacob.

Crumpin' already, but he's 14.

You can't have a go.

Says who? Good talking to his niece.

You wait till I see this pair, I'm gonna
wipe the... Can I help?

Hi. You Jacob's dad?

Yes.

Perhaps your son is simply acting out.

Calling Ben names is potentially a sign
that he's struggling to come to terms

with your situation.

I said this.

Didn't I say that you did, Leon? I'm
sure he doesn't have a problem with the

whole gay thing.

It's just a case of bully or be bullied,
and by using the one thing that people

can use against him, he's effectively
reclaiming it.

You're so right, Rob.

You're so right, isn't he, dear?

Yes.

He's bang on, isn't he, Carl?

Aye, bang on, Rob.

It's to Paula. Anyone in?

Paula!

Oh, sorry.

I didn't see you there.

Get back on the booze.

No. Are you tired?

You're tired, aren't you?

It's not that.

Look, I snore in last night as I get
some of them drips from my nose. I'm not

tired, OK?

Well, I'm saying that because you
haven't been this beat out since we ate

magic mushrooms down Bowery Island in
83.

Oh.

PC Glover.

She's not of her type.

Well, she'll have a piece of my mind
when I see her, I can tell you.

Taking advantage of my brother like
that.

I doubt he needed much persuading.

Look, the way I see it is this.

You know, you made your bed, so you've
got to lie in it.

But, I reckon, you can still change the
pillowcases and the sheets if you want

to.

Oh, Put the past couple of months behind
you and ask Di back.

Oh, God.

How can I, after everything I've done?

I'm going to look like a right loser.

Well, yeah.

That's OK.

No, it's not.

Besides, going back's never a good idea.

Look what happened with you and Rob.

No, that dickhead come back, he ruined
everything between you and Sean, and to

top it all off, now he's going out with
Melissa.

Sure. I don't care.

Good luck to them, I say.

What are these again?

Zook and Binder.

Got a lovely little of new.

Thanks again, both.

Pleasure. See you then.

Yeah, ta -ra.

I hope you don't mind me saying you've
got a good one there, babe.

Tough helping out, but you was well good
in there. No problem.

I'm sorry for thinking you was a jumped
-up twat.

Cheers. No, I mean, it's just because
you went away. Like, I reckon you

you was better than us that wrong year.

And you're not.

Compliments just keep coming.

Charlie, what I meant was... I know what
you meant.

Here you go, Ben.

I don't think Jacob Hillman will be
bothering you any time soon. Oh, jeez,

that's brilliant.

Oh, nice one, Dad.

Charm the birds out of the trees, you
can.

Apparently not all the birds.

Do you want to come and see mine and
little Al's got a dance audition?

Saturday afternoon?

Everyone else is.

Well, er... It's on Cardiff at two.

Great.

I've got a meeting just beforehand, but
I'll make sure I get there. We're

dancing to Professor Green.

It's going to be awesome.

And if we win, we're going to use the
cash to do the rugby pitch.

That's my boy.

Hey, you can bring a girlfriend,
Melissa, if you like.

Oh, will you give her a rest?

She's a married woman, for God's sake.

She's not my bloody girlfriend.

So why am I always seeing you together,
then?

Because.

Yeah?

Oh, it's a work thing, OK?

I'm trying to make as many business
contacts as I can before I go back.

It's called networking.

Oh, slightly in danger of patronising me
there, Rob.

Sorry.

I'm more worried about them, to be
honest.

Yeah.

But I suppose if two people are meant to
be together, then things will find a

way of working out.

Oh, like you and Melissa, you mean?

Oh, shit.

Oh, you shut up with your bloody
psychobabble.

Like Lorraine Kelly.

Here we go.

Braveheart, the sequel.

I don't know what you're talking about,
Stella Park. Everything's absolutely

hunky -dory, multi -story.

He's not only hunky -dory, but he's also
hunky -dory. He's not only hunky -dory,

but he's also hunky -dory.

Actually,

I'm high on life.

Why?

Because, as you're about to witness, I
have solved the small problem of the

double -booking fiasco caused by your
incompetence.

I want a word.

I got nothing to say to you, but... Is
that right, is it?

Maybe this will make you... What's up,
Lenny?

I thought that the girls was more your
thing. Have I never laid a finger on

Not yet.

I know she's round your fucking place!

Yes, and that's where she'll be staying
from now on. Don't bank on her, Leather

Boy. Give her a couple of days, she
always comes crawling back.

I got ways of making that little bitch
do what I want. You son of a... Fight!

More like annihilation.

They're both in there?

Yep. But how do you convince them to
share?

Well, there was a bit of to -ing and fro
-ing about whose was the headstone and

whose was the footstone, but then we
thought, there's two heads, so there can

two headstones, and voila, all sorted.

But how do you manage to get Gwynne
Faysick to agree to it?

Oh, you'd be surprised what a quiet word
in a bottle of Lambrini can achieve in

the world of death and dispatch
management.

There you go.

Dad,

I don't think we ain't going to lose,
and the prize money's massive.

And we'll pay for the lease, then, for
the rugby pitch.

Great. Thank you.

So, is your mum taking down Cardiff for
me?

You? Mum can't come. She's got a big
meeting, apparently.

What?

When? Where?

I fear does.

At two, I think. That's why she can't
come.

Well, all worked out in the end then.

Phew.

So it did.

No thanks to you.

Huh? Oh, just face it, my love, the
stellar way of doing things is rubbish.

You little cheeky bugger. I never asked
for the job. I was doing you a favour.

You shouldn't have bothered.

Well, I wish I never had now, you big
mincing stiff stuffer.

I do not stuff stiffs. Yes, you do, and
you do love it.

Right. I can show them we made it, but
never rain.

Sorry, Daddy.

Really?

Yes.

And now my tie's gone off with that
stinking pig of a pig.

Hey, language.

Oh, give it a rest, good girl.

Well, that's very sympathetic, that is.

Hey, don't mind her, Paul.

She just thought because I slacked her.
You didn't slack me, I was lying. And

anyway,

I'm glad to be able to do the dead body
business, if you must know. It's well

hard. Ah, crazy, Kate.

Oh, he's mental.

Oh,

my

back,

Mr Greener.

She do look a lot darker in the flesh,
don't she?

Skin tone, Mike.

No, her hair.

I find that very fair on Britain's Got
Talent.

That's a man to hold any more on.

What time did you make it?

About half twelve.

All right.

Not really, no.

Look, Stella, I've got to be somewhere
else right now, and it's mega important.

Cover for me, will you?

Tell the boy I thought he did crack it,
but my guts were playing up or whatever.

What's this all about, Al?

Ask him your questions, I'll tell you no
answers.

Just bring him home, yeah?

Yeah, of course, but what do you
think... I am going to say hello to Ash

Come in.

So you see, Robert, far from damaging
the community, it's actually going to

strengthen it. The public support still
isn't there. Have you seen the campaign

posters? The whole town's up in arms.
Well, they may pretend they're against

but deep down, any sane person would see
this for what it is, an exciting

project that'll bring much -needed
homes, jobs and regeneration to the

face it, the town is dead.

The factories are shut, the mines are
history, and there are very few shelves

left to stack.

This development could change all that.

And it's a bloody good deal if I do say
so myself.

I'm not in this for the money, Melissa.

As a business person, I find that hard
to believe.

Look, I'm doing it for my son, okay?

Very commendable.

I'm serious.

Something like this could set Luke up
for good.

But I don't want to alienate half the
town, including his mother, in the

process. Can't make an omelette without
breaking a few eggs.

Hearts, more like.

She'll thank you in the long run.

Will she?

Okay.

What happens next?

All right, Sue.

Grub's up.

Won't show where you like, so I got the
lot.

Hawaiian, meat feast, margarita.

What's going on?

I'm going back to Lenny.

Please don't make a scene, Luke. The
baby could sleep upstairs.

I don't understand.

Look, he's threatened to take Jack away
if I don't. I know how mentally he is,

especially on the pills. You've done it
before. I've got to go. Hey, hey, calm

down. Baby Jack can go in nowhere. We
can work through this, so I promise.

She's on stage. She's going on stage.

I'm walking.

You were so doing, see.

Wow, that's amazing.

I'm going to have to stop her. Paula!

Mr Banjo doesn't want to hear about
that.

He's a very busy celebrity, what with
his judging and dancing. I'm actually a

dancer myself. I choreographed the boys
for today.

I studied in the Megan Tiffins. She was
in Cats.

Brenda Tinsel tipped her school for
stars in Upper Cumbrian.

Never heard of her.

God, stop interrupting my story.

It's all gone to cock. Sarah.

Where's my dad? Well, the thing is,
love, he's got... Shagging a bird

Let's just talk to him. They're all the
same.

What?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm going to put a banner in the works,
that's what.

Are you insane, Alan?

No. This silent partner of yours has
already had cold feet once.

You ain't like telling him how much you
think he's going to thank the community.

It may sound good on paper, but it don't
work for the people.

He'll soon reconsider.

Well, thankfully, you just missed him.

What? Sorry to disappoint, but my
spreadsheet's worked a treat.

In fact, he's itching to get started on
the build now.

Unlucky, but...

Well,

boys, it was a good effort.

But it wasn't good enough.

Nowhere, nowhere near, in fact.

Cheeky bastard!

You weren't no great chick when he was
in adversity!

He was diverse.

Let's not get personal. I'm just here to
give my professional opinion.

And, boys, it was a little bit... Well,
that's nice, isn't it? Having a pop at

kids. Yeah!

Yeah! You may be absolutely unbelievably
drop -dead gorgeous, Mr

Bunjaw, but I have witnessed another
side of you today, good boy!

You are...

Sir, may I don't speak Welsh?

Taking Paula into custody if you hadn't
been there. And Daddy.

He had the right grip on Ashley's head,
didn't he? Like a vice.

Hey, boys, you know what they say?

It's not the winning, it's the taking
part that counts.

No, it's not.

It's about the winning.

They didn't actually think they were
going to win, did they?

Maybe. They just really want to help the
cause, bless them.

It's just a rugby pitch, whereas this
development, I should imagine, will

all sorts to the town.

Jobs and money.

You're a bloody Canadian.

Seems like a wasted opportunity, that's
all.

Oh, you've been away too long, Prash.
Rugby's a way of life round here.

Don't worry, we won't let the bastards
beat us.

We shall overcome and all that.

Thanks for the day.

She's supposed to be telling her today.
Telling Emma that we're having an

affair. I've applied to the courts for
custody of little Alan.

Over my dead body.

In the blue corner!

Concentrate on the find again.

I'm going to take your fucking head off.