All language subtitles for Stella s06e06

Well, it says you can move in with them
next week.

You're looking very commanding this
evening, Nadine.

You still coming to my graduation, Mr.
Cynical Man of the Law?

Am I still invited?

Anything?

Negative. What's the point? I just want
a glimpse of him is all.

Come on, Michael, please.

Hello. Oh, sorry, no. Forget it.

I shouldn't have said nothing.

Yes,

it's a football.

But a football with a clip.

Cool. Signed by the entire Swansea team.

Don't want you forgetting your roots
when you're playing for... Oh, I can

say it.

Cardiff City.

The Academy, Bobs. I'll never make it to
the actual team.

Well, you may do one day.

Yeah, if you keep thinking positive.

All I'm saying is, you may be a bluebird
on the outside, but deep down, you'll

always be a frog.

Oh, God.

Come on.

You've only moved into the next village.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Oh, it's all the best, me.

Coming to see us, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Say bye to Michael.

And tell him to sort himself out.

Oh, Christ, I'm a chipper in rock.

26 grand, Luke.

26 bloody grand.

You can see why people enjoy them so
much, these jewellery auctions,

places. I know, that's £2 ,000 profit in
ten days.

They're worried, to be honest, how much
I enjoyed it. I mean, it's not that

different from being at Bucky's. Don't
you dare.

Anyway, got plans for this money.

Come on.

I see them injuries have faded, Michael
Jackson, after your pub brawl last week

with Rob Morgan's brother.

It wasn't a brawl.

Never trust a Morgan. I've said it
before and I'll say it again, but do

Thanks for that plastic pearl of wisdom.

Ooh, while I got you, I need some free
legal advice.

How can I force Lord Stanley Llewellyn
to admit to being my father?

Well, you can't.

the letter he wrote to Alwyn after he'd,
you know, parked his car in her garage.

It doesn't prove anything.

The only proof it counts is DNA
evidence.

Ah, you'd know all about that, of
course.

Oh, presents.

Why do you ring the bell?

What to expect?

Poor Broke doesn't know what he'll find
on the other side of that door.

Whose baby are you having this week?

Which of his ex -girlfriends is living
here this month rent -free?

Beyonce's moved out, by the way. Yes, I
heard.

Tell you what.

Thank God that young Billy is off to a
more stable home environment today, cos

who knows what damage you a devil make
our existence would do him if he stayed

second longer.

It's more like Glastonbury than
Pogdebury in this house.

But who are?

I wanted to give Billy something.

Don't worry, it's not a pair of football
boots.

Oh. Well, you've missed him, Prash.

What? He's gone?

Yeah, about half hour ago.

Well, why didn't you tell me he was
going so early? I thought he was here

lunchtime. I didn't know you were so
desperate to see him. You never said.

But I wanted to say goodbye.

Sorry.

But I'm a globe and everything.

Look, Michael, it's your choice not to
live here, OK?

So don't be blaming me if you're not
across everything that's going on.

Thanks, Bella.

I haven't seen you for a few days,
Nadine.

I've missed you.

Don't be sarcastic.

No, I meant... Sorry, Jack.

I'm in a bad space at the moment.

Can't see the point in anything.

Everything I try my hand to goes pairs
up. The dog grooming, the wedding

planning, the waitressing.

And now I've gone and ruined the dating
agency.

And is there anyone in there?

I mean, I've hardly got a good track
record.

I destroyed my relationship with Carl.

And Ivan Schloss. Schloss. That's what I
said.

And I fell for that Will Morgan, who
turned out to be as crooked as

Glambrannock's teeth.

I'm nothing but a lost cause.

You know, sometimes we can look into the
mirror and not see our own reflection.

Because it's dirty.

You, my dear, are so many wonderful
things.

Like what?

Well, for a start, you are a kind and
caring mother.

A good friend.

You are always well turned out and
sophisticated.

Do you think?

Yes? And you're funny.

Funny peculiar, like?

No, funny.

You make people smile.

Yeah, funny because they're taking the
piss. You know what they're like round

here. They're disgusting.

Nadine, thank God. I thought I'd find
you here.

I've got a massive favour to ask.

Gala Morris.

Jackson.

I take it you've got your two tickets
sorted for the graduation ceremony?

Yes. Aunty Brenda's coming and Michael's
bringing Holly. Well, I shall not be

attending. For as of tomorrow, you'll no
longer be under my jurisdiction or my

yellow card regime, but I want you to
know you've done well.

So keep up the good work and what have
you.

Thanks, Cheryl.

Over and out.

I need a quick word.

Jesus, Bobby, don't be creeping up on me
like that, you weirdo.

What is it?

I should have moved out when you got
married.

But somehow it didn't happen.

But what will I do without you?

Ben's gone, Billy's gone, Michael...
Well... Yeah, well, that's the thing.

Michael shouldn't be gone. He should be
back living with you, and I feel like

it's all my fault.

How is it your fault?

Don't be daft.

Where are you going to go?

Not far.

Next door, in fact.

Nadine Bearburn's looking for a lodger.

But she didn't realise she was looking
for a lodger until I pointed out she

Go. Oh, Bobs.

Gorgeous. Right?

Very practical, though, Luke.

Maybe we should look at something like
that.

Yeah, wait, hang on.

It's got four seats.

I mean, yeah, it's a bit porky in the
back, like, but it'd be fine for the two

kids. The two kids, yeah.

Nor if there's three.

What?

What? Yes.

You can't tell anyone yet, Luke.

Promise.

Just you and me now, then, Prash.

Oh.

Even took Bobby's bar luck.

Oh, my God.

Little Bird tells me it's your
graduation tomorrow.

Glass of Merlot, please.

Yeah, I'm coming right up.

Where's Jack?

I'd like him to take an evening off.

He's gone to Nadine's for Bobby's
housewarming dinner.

Celebrate Bobby becoming Nadine's new
lodger.

What?

Timing couldn't be better, really.

Now that Paula's home for a few days.

Hang on. Paula's home and Bobby's moved
out of our house?

Stella's house?

Yes.

He was making a risotto.

Oh, nice to be told.

I think it was all a bit last -minute,
mate. He was going to do a paella.

I'm talking about my wife's inability to
communicate, Yanto, not Bobby's fucking

menu choice.

Sorry. I'll take this up to my room.

They do smell funny, babies, mine,
though, don't they?

Shut up!

That's my daughter you're talking about.

God, it is so lovely to see you.

I know.

Well, it was either come home for a
quick visit or go hill -walking in

with George.

Oh? Who's this?

New man?

Woman. Georgina.

Right.

You didn't say.

Yeah, well, still working it out, to be
honest.

I mean, nobody was more surprised than
me. Don't get me wrong, she's done

wonders for my self -confidence.

She's got such an adventurous spirit.

But... To be honest, she'd been a little
bit possessive of Leet.

OK.

Anyway, enough about me. Where to is
that obscenely handsome husband of

Well, that was excellent, even if I do
say so yourself.

Yeah, firstly.

Cheers.

Here's to new beginnings.

And old friends.

And I don't want you doing the washing
up, mind. I'm going to do my bit, do you

watch? Sounds like a certain new lodger
is persuading a certain new landlady

that she has made a good decision in
taking him on.

You'd love to use a lot of words, Sonny
Jack.

Sorry.

No.

I like it.

Nice.

Now, are you a hundred pence about the
bar?

What? Well, because I know it's not
everyone's cup of tea.

It is a bit old -fashioned, if truth be
told.

Well, no.

Vintage, they do call it.

Oh, my God, it's Wesley.

The Game of Thrones chap?

Yeah. You do want to meet me for a
drink?

Oh, now? Yes, now. Oh, God, what am I
going to wear?

Everything's still in boxes.

It looks like you and me are doing the
dishes then, Nadine.

And then I suppose I should make a move.

Preparations for Stella's graduation
party won't organize themselves.

Don't go.

Go to dark.

Have fun.

Limey. Paula Koch doing the washing up.

Must be good influence on you, this
Georgie woman.

Not really.

I just reckon, soon as done, soon as
pissed.

That's not an actual saying.

Stop changing the subject.

Stella.

Have you and Michael Jackson actually
sat down properly and talked about all

this? Like two resenting adults.

Not sure how much good it'd do, Paul.

We're always going to come back to the
same thing, aren't we?

I was unfaithful to him.

Yeah, you were, you stupid cow.

But look on the bright side.

At least Rob Morgan's dead.

No.

No, but I mean, it's not like it's going
to happen again, is it?

You should take up marriage guidance.

You know, Michael reckons Rob's got this
hold over me or something.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Prash.

But we both know Michael's right, don't
we?

I didn't know if you took sugar.

One sugar, indeed.

None in coffee.

There we are, then. Good guess.

Unless it's a macchiato.

Look, about what happened... Look, you
go on.

It was a one -off, wasn't it?

Yes. Right. That's what you want. I'll
let you get trapped.

Can you go in there?

Right then.

Oh,

where's the aspirin, Stella?

I told you not to have that fourth
bottle.

Oh, good God.

Stella, hi. Paula, hi.

Right, Jack.

Oh, Christ.

It's just shit.

Did you want something, Press?

Yes.

No. Found them.

Right. Well, um, I'm just getting ready
for the ceremony.

Ceremony?

Yeah. It's my graduation today,
remember?

You're doing the party for us at the
Fox.

Uh... Are you all right, Jag?

Yes, I'm lovely.

Del! Oh, bloody hell.

I've had a letter from him.

Who? My father, Lord Stanley Llewellyn.

He wants to see me, Del, before you go
off down the Caribbean for three months.

Well, it says it's afternoon.

I know, so I'm going to miss your
graduation, I'm afraid. But you are,

far more important.

Oh, Paul, of course, can have my ticket.

Amazing. Lord only knows what I'm going
to wear.

It's times like this I wish I'd never
handed in my mayoral chain, but... You

are?

Oh, and don't think I haven't noticed
you're wearing the same clothes as

yesterday, Jaggedy Chowdhury, or that I
didn't see you leaving Nadine Bevan's

house first thing this morning.

I'm just too stressed to comment.

I can't believe he's late.

Oh, give him a break, man.

Yeah, well, if he's not here in two
minutes, I'm going in without him.

Stop being such a dick.

You're just nervous.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are, and you were taking it
out on Michael.

Here, put some of this down you.

Paula, I am driving and graduating.

What is wrong with you?

Michael!

Come on, Michael, for God's sake. I was
about to park. It's ridiculous. Hi,

Paula.

Yeah, well, everyone else managed.

Don't start.

Oh, don't either of you start. My head
is pounding like a sewing machine.

Come on.

Jonathan Lewis Davis.

Holly Alicia Rosemary Green.

I'm really sorry I was late.

Oh, it's a big day.

She's just stressed, she is.

It's more than just stress, though,
isn't it, Paula?

We both know that.

I'm with a woman, now you know.

Stella Lucy Jackson.

Okay?

I'm so proud of you, you know.

Yeah.

But today should have been different,
shouldn't it?

Right.

Let's go to this party, then, is it?
Because it's been over 90 minutes since

last had a proper drink.

And then... Look, I've been thinking.

How would you feel about some sort of
counselling?

What? Sitting in a room confessing my
dirty little secret while you play the

hard -done -by -husband? Well, I am the
hard -done -by -husband.

Well, that would be the case, though, a
bit. Oh, here we go.

Mind you, this counsellor chap asked me
to put myself in your shoes.

At least I can say I know exactly how
you feel, seeing as you had sex with a

-year -old. Yeah, OK, I get your point.
Keep your voice down. No, I don't know

if you do, Michael, because the thing
is, I did forgive you and I did move on.

Well, by the sounds of it, you haven't
moved on at all.

You two, calm the fuck down.

I moved on and I asked you to marry me.
Yeah, when you'd been shagging your ex

-boyfriend. Because I loved you and I
knew it was you I wanted to be with.

But you should never have been in a
position where you had to choose.

He asked me to go away with him. Do you
know that?

Rob wanted me to leave you, Michael, and
I said no.

Well, maybe you should have said yes.

What? Maybe the whole marriage was a
mistake.

I mean, by the sounds of things, you
only proposed because you felt guilty.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

I'll tell you what's ridiculous, Stella.
The fact that I woke up this morning

and started looking online for marriage
counters because I stupidly thought we

could make it work.

But our relationship's just a joke. Do
you know what? I think you might be

right. Great.

Well, at least we agree on something.

I'll start the ball rolling, if you
like.

What are you talking about?

Divorce proceedings, Stella. I want a
divorce. Oh, Christ. I am not listening

this. I said I want a divorce.

Good. Do what you bloody like.

Shut up!

I

want

to see her.

It's not possible at the moment. We're
doing tests. I want to know how my

fucking wife is.

Please.

Let me sit with him for a minute, I
said.

Hey.

Come on, good boy.

You've got to keep it together now.

But you were there for her.

You heard me.

I asked her for a divorce.

It's good of you to come today, fair
play.

Oh, I nearly pulled out, to be honest.

Me and Wes made a bit of a night to bit
last night.

You have your dressing up again?

Yes. Well, thank you for making the
effort.

Thing is, I need someone with me in case
I get emotional.

Be like something out of Long Lost
Families, I should imagine.

Oh, I hope so. Oh, I do love Davina,
don't you?

Yeah.

Hello, it's Aunty Brenda Draper here to
see Lord Llewellyn.

One moment, please.

Yeah.

Jag.

Jagadish.

Yes, Yanto, my friend.

Stella's due here in ten minutes.

Shall I get the sausage rolls in now?

Yes, if you think... Crud it!

Mind you hand me a sec, will you, Luke?

I've had him my whole entire life.

And me.

Try stopping me.

Don't be disgusting.

Hey, we're too stellar, then. Me and
Jackson done her a picture, didn't we,

Jack? Oh, very impressive.

Well done, little man.

Oh, no, that's the one I did. This one's
Jackson.

Oh, here we go.

Auntie Paula, I hope you're on your way,
cos we're...

But this place just feels like home, you
know?

Lord Llewellyn will see you now.

Oh, Father.

May I call you Father?

No, you bloody well may not.

I think what Auntie Brenda's trying to
say, Lord Llewellyn, is that you are

clearly the person who wrote this letter
to her mother, Olwen, God rest her

soul. And therefore you are so clearly
Auntie Brenda's papa.

What is it you're after?

Money? Because you'll get none.

I'll have my lawyers over this like a
rush.

You won't stand a chance.

But I don't understand why you... It's
all right, Bobby.

This gentleman has made his feelings
perfectly watercolour.

We won't inconvenience him any longer.

She's still unconscious.

Jesus. There's no visible damage from
the brain scan, but we're monitoring.

That's good then, isn't it?

The next 24 hours will be critical.

Can we see her? Not all of you. We have
to be strict, I'm afraid.

You go in with my car.

Here, let me take a hug.

Thanks.

Where's my mum?

Where is she?

You've got to be strong now, mate, OK?

She's stable.

She's in a bad way.

Oh, sorry.

Not your fault, Fresh.

Oh, Christ knows how you put up with
him.

Oh, he has his good side.

You could have fooled me.

Well, the thing is, I've worked with him
over 40 years now, and during that time

there have been about 11, 12 people
turning up, claiming to be his.

He won't acknowledge any of them, so at
least you're not alone.

That's the comfort.

Now, will I tell you something, Gugger,
and you can pass this on to Lord Snooty

Pantslow -Alin for me.

Auntie Brenda is one of the finest women
of her kind.

And it's a bloody loss he don't want to
know her.

Because if he knew her like I do know
her, and the people of Ponterbury do

her, he'd wish he knew her.

Come on, Bob. It's not worth it.

Zoe, now's not a good time. I'll call
you back.

What?

And the day hits your heart like a
stone.

And you're afraid like an old piece of
rope.

Don't you worry.

Don't you worry now.

Today was meant to be such a special day
for me. When you're lying awake, you

can't sleep.

All your fears... Stay in the house
tonight, Michael.

Don't go back to the pub.

We all need to stick together now, isn't
it?

Correct with guilt I am.

Because to be honest, she got on my
nerves for the most part, it's Sarah

Jackson. But now she's lying there all
wired up, cables coming out of her like

the back of a digibox. I just feel awful
for not cutting her a bit of slack.

Oh, don't beat yourself up, Presh.

Michael doing enough of that for
everyone.

I know.

Mind you, he was having a massive
argument with her beforehand.

Let's talk about something shallow and
frivolous.

Now, tell me what's going on in your
love life.

Cos there's a spring in the steppe of
Jaggedy's Chowdhury, by all accounts,

I've got a feeling I know who put it
there.

Bob's is amazing.

How comes I've never noticed something
so stunning when it stood right there,

right under my own shop?

Oh, Mia!

Oh, my God, Ken, you came back!

Hiya, Bob.

Nadine.

My poor little Stella, eh? I know. How
tragic it is.

Cos, to be honest, you got on my nerves
the most.

Hey! Never!

Ben.

Benny boy.

Do you hear a few men?

Emma's arrived.

You can go to the hospital soon if you
want to come.

Ben won't come out of his room.

He's this little lost soul.

We all are, really.

You'd sort us out, though, wouldn't you?

It's like you've got a PhD in parenting.

Oh, Stella.

All right.

There's no change.

No.

Listen, mate, Zoe's got the car. She's
going to give you a lift home where you

get some sleep.

I can't leave her. Michael, you have to
rest.

Come home.

A couple of hours, that's all.

Auntie Brenda's making you beef tea or
something, so look out.

Everyone's talking about you, you know.

The whole town.

You caused a proper big stir.

Honestly, things people do for
attention.

Hey, now, look.

Don't you go turning me into a fucking
orphan, all right?

I only just got used to losing Rob.

We need you, Mum.

I need you.

More than ever, as it goes.

Because, um... The thing is... Zoe told
me not to tell anyone, so you've got to

keep this a secret, right?

But... She's pregnant.

Three months.

You're going to be a nana again.

So come on.

Get your arse in gear and wake up, is
it?

Please, ma 'am.

Hello, Stella.

Hello, Rob.

Hang on.

You're dead, aren't you?

Yeah.

Am I dead?

No.

But you're not very well at the moment.

I feel all right.

You look lovely.

Unbelievable. You're dead and you still
manage to flirt.

Come and sit down a minute.

I've been dreaming about you a lot
lately.

It's getting on my nerves, to be honest.

Nice. No, you know what I mean.

I think it's because of Holly.

Because I feel so guilty.

She's a beautiful baby.

Do you feel sad?

Because you won't get to see her grow,
will you?

No.

Because she's in very safe hands.

Hey, Aunty Brenda reckons she's related
to the posh bloke who lives up Foster

Park.

She thinks he's her dad.

He is.

How do you know?

Well, you can find out anything when
you're dead.

At first I found it fascinating, but
after a while you start to realise

nothing wrong with a bit of mystery.

I saw Daddy Simpson the other day.

Never.

And Dick the Kick.

Good night.

Hey, what about Alan's, ma 'am?

Yeah, Anita.

An overblooded Anita.

She's lost a fair bit of weight,
actually.

Fair play.

Do you mind if I have a little kip?

I'm ever so tired, I am.

Feel free.

I'm not going anywhere.

Star?

Star?

Can you hear me?

Oh, stop dicking around and say
something, cos you're boring me now.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, fuck.

I don't know how long this is going to
go on, this coma lark.

But I promise you now, as God is my
witness, I will not let your facial hair

grow unattended, and nor will I let your
roots turn grey.

First sign of either, and I am on it.

Well, shall we? While I'm here.

Abba keeps asking where his nana is.

He's so confused.

Couldn't sleep.

Heya. Heya.

Any news?

Not that we'd know, because Paula Kosher
being there so long, they're never very

looking. She's only just got a year,
Mum.

But she's not adhering to the rota.
Auntie Bren.

Right, that wasn't a dean. She'd just
say Jagadish is offering us a

complimentary family meal at the Fox.

Stayed with her again last night, he
did.

Bold as a blister.

Hang on, what?

My ex... Father -in -law is sleeping
with my ex -stepmother.

Only in Pont -de -Berry.

Anyway, what do you say?

I bet Stella would think it was a good
idea.

Nice family lunch.

I won't come, but yes, I think Stella
would approve.

Right, then go with him.

Brandt, good day.

How's that?

Better. Your Auntie Bren have made your
old gumper head of childcare.

What do you think of that?

I thought she meant looking after Holly
and Apra.

Turns out she meant you.

They're all heading up the pub in a bit.

Be nice to join them, eh?

Change of scene and that.

No, thanks.

She's not going to die, is she, Gunther?

Eh, no.

Your ma 'am is strong and Welsh and
very, very stubborn.

She's not going nowhere, kid.

What is the name of the entire Welsh
rugby squad do you think you would do

Paula? Gosh, she's my best friend.

She'd do the same to me. I know she
would. That's tantamount to fiddling

the corpse of an Indian.

Stella Jackson is not dead. And while
she lives and breathes, I have the duty

care to ensure that she's not left
unkempt and unattended, lying in a

bed. Go on, leave her in peace.

Get down the pub with the rest of them.

I could do with a drink, if it happens.

if I go for a little drink, Stella?

Oh, she can't hear you, man. Now, bugger
off.

Honestly, that woman.

Right, there.

That's better.

They say we've got to talk to you,
Stella.

Would it help?

Ah, you are.

I've never got the chance to tell you
about what's in them.

Lord Llewellyn.

The truth is, I was building him up to
be this amazing man, someone I'd been

proud to call my dad.

And he wasn't very nice in the end,
boot.

No, he wasn't all that at all.

And actually, I'm quite happy with the
dad I had.

You were bumper cosh.

I'd rather be a c**p. Gosh, then I'll do
well in any day of the week.

Cos he gave me a lovely family.

I love my family, I do.

And I love you.

My favourite, Niamh.

Admittedly, you're my only Niamh, but...
..you're still my favourite, Niamh.

No sleep?

Where is everyone?

Go on.

Doctor, it's the best, best human person
in all, all world.

You're not wrong there, poor little.

Listen,

I haven't found the right time to tell
you this, what with everything that's

been going on.

But I've got something for you.

A spoon?

It's not any old spoon.

This is covered in the evidence you need
to prove Lord Stanley Llewellyn is your

dad.

I nicked it from his daughter.

Be careful, mind. You've got to preserve
the DNA.

Thank you, Bobby.

Oh!

Some things are better left where they
are.

Michael wants a divorce.

Oh, shut up. He does.

He told me. It was set in the heat of
the moment, Stella, and you know it.

been such a drama queen.

Rianne! Hiya!

I can't see us.

No one can.

Oh, you bastard arsehole! I can't have
that fun!

She's going to get diagnosed with
diabetes.

Turn her health around within the autumn
2019. She's going to run the Cardiff

half -mill.

Good God!

You see, miracles do happen, Stella.

Jackson's going to be a highly
successful doctor.

And gay.

What, camp gay or straight gay?

Lovely gay.

She's going to have three more kids.

All by the same dad.

It's not care kids.

I might just keep you guessing on that
one.

Like a loud breath, you would breathe.

I won't be able to cope, Luke, if you
don't come through this.

I'm trying my best, but it's really
hard.

I keep thinking about all the times I
argued with her.

Come on.

It's going to take you a day at a time,
right?

Ben!

Ben!

Can't hear you.

You're in the best place.

Come here.

Oh, my babies.

My car should be with them.

What, joining in the fun?

They look like they're having a great
time, don't they?

He's exhausted, Stella.

He needs you.

Come on.

He's going to be a wonderful father to
Holly, you know.

But only if you help him.

You need to go back, Stella, and stop
faffing around.

You leaving now, then?

I think of the time, don't you?

Rob,

do you reckon we'd have made it, you and
me?

We'd stayed here all them years ago and
never gone to Canada.

It doesn't matter really, do you?

What might have been.

It's the here and now that's important.

We don't ever have to forget each other,
Stella.

But we do have to let each other go.

And if you won't let go of me, I can't
let go of you.

And Michael had many, many happy years
ahead of him.

Thank you.

So?

I have breath.

Gasping for a drink, I am.

Nurse!

What? Faith.

I love you so much.

She's walking up. She's OK. Mum's OK.

Never!

And

just

to be clear, you're

definitely not getting back with me
because you feel sorry for me.

No. I'm definitely getting back with you
because I want to spend the rest of my

life being irritated by your annoying
ways.

Bloody... Laughing at your terrible
jokes. You can talk. And waking up to

beautiful smile every morning.

Bloody charmer you are, Jackson.

I don't believe a word you say.

New chapter.

For both of us.

I'm thinking of retraining to be a
midwife.

I reckon I've worked in departure lounge
long enough.

Time to work in the rivals. In the
rivals, I like it.

Don't be ridiculous, Paula. Gosh,
Christ, you talk shit sometimes.

Now, grab this little salad.

Hey!

It's for the children.

Anyway... Congratulations, kid. Thank
you. You've given me another great

grandchild. I thought you were looking a
bit fat.

Charming.

Hang on.

That means Abra is going to be an uncle.

No, they're cousins, my God. He's so
thick.

Shut up.

I was thinking, next summer, you want to
come around to all the festivals with

me in the van? Oh, what?

No.

Think of all them girls.

You'll ask a burger's mine if you think
of onions. Don't worry.

We'll take some Febreze with us.

My mate Dutchbone went two weeks without
washing. Just used Febreze. Drop down.

I was sorry to hear you and Keggers were
going your separate ways along the side

of a wheel of life.

Dead in the water I was, Yant.

So I'm back in the market.

Listen, babe, I spoke to Carl this
morning.

They wanted to tell him about her before
someone else did.

Oh, dear God.

What did he say?

He said, babe's all stunning, you should
definitely shag -jag.

Oh, that's so... so Carl.

It was the wicked and wild wind...
That's him.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, here she is. Oh, here she is.

And she's glad to be back.

Oh! Oh,

God, this is foolish.

Oh, and in fact, we're getting something
down there.

Oh,

my God.

to the safe return of Stella Jackson, a
wonderful wife.