All language subtitles for Stella s03e11

Let every

heart prepare him

room and have my nature sing, have my
nature sing, and have fun

and have my nature sing.

I see them at number 58 are finally
deigned to put a tree up. I know, it's

enormous. Here it gets.

Massive red. That as may be. But waiting
till mid -December to buy one is

shaming. Hey, what's with the Marigolds,
kid? I thought they weren't arriving

till Tuesday. I know, but I want to get
it all nice.

And Michael Hoover have stopped sucking.

And I've got nothing to suck.

You've seen inside his place, man.

take the furniture, all minimalist and
what you call.

Minimalist man.

You know his parents are coming for two
whole weeks.

They'll be bored with less.

I love

it when you

talk Arabic. It really does it for me,
that.

Hi,

Dad.

I know.

Yeah, of course you'll have your own
room and Katie will be here.

Katie will be here.

No, not all the time, but some of the
time.

Yeah.

OK.

Well, we'll see you in a few days. And
tell them on Ponterbury is just like

Wolverhampton. OK, see you here. Bye.

Look what I've got.

Can you believe it's our first Christmas
together?

I know.

Now, are you going to wrap yourself up
in something sexy so I can unwrap you?

Depends.

Have you been a good boy?

Absolutely not.

It's Jan.

I've been texting all afternoon.

Jan?

What?

I'm not at your beck and call, you know.
I do have other things to do besides

answer every... What?

No, Jan, you can't do that.

Oh, please don't do this.

To give a big shout -out to all the
local pantofans. Do you know your Snow

from your...

Oh, give it a rest, man, will you? My
paper's going squish.

With me now is Chung Lee, Managing
Director of Manchutan Electronics, based

in the Cynon Valley.

Mr Lee, your company... Manchutan
Electronics.

We're the best. Tory scum! Aye! Your
company is looking for a Valleys

to put on a pantomime between now and
Christmas Eve. Is that right?

We're the best.

Yeah, OK, but is it true you'll
donate... £5 ,000 to charity for the

pantouf. Oh, yes, we will.

OK, so if anyone is interested in taking
part, how do they find out more?

It's behind you. Oh, come on, you've
just been silly now.

No, seriously, the number is behind you.

Oh, God, right, sorry.

And that number again, in case you
missed it, is 01632

244 188.

I don't want a lot for Christmas, there
is just one thing I need.

Why can't we go skiing for Christmas? In
your dreams, Benny boy. And don't go

saying anything to Michael about it,
because he's really upset.

What's Katie say?

Well, she's stuck in the middle as
usual, isn't she? She was really looking

forward to Christmas with her dad, bless
her.

She hardly could say no to the French
Alps, did she?

No matter how much she loves him. It'd
be funny if she broke her other leg.

Ten? No, it wouldn't.

God, she'd get all that down in seconds.

I swear, Jack never had an appetite like
Sophie.

Takes that to look, that's right. He was
always like a ganner.

Can you change there, then?

Can babies eat selection boxes?

No. Wicked.

Can I have those, then? No.

You can deliver these for me now in a
minute.

Oh, giving out Christmas cards is so
lame. Just send a text.

All right.

Hiya. Hiya.

How did it go today, Prash?

All right, I suppose.

So far, slow, though, ma 'am.

Yeah, well, it's bound to be.

Ask anyone who sets a business on their
own.

Not exactly a business, though, is it?
Going round old ladies' houses, washing

their hair in permanent.

Baba Boy didn't even want washing when I
went there.

Just told me to give her a good brush.

Has she made me take the bins out?

I'm more of a carer than a hairdresser.

Oh, love.

30 quid I made today.

Shame in.

Oh, who've opened his advent calendar?

Not me.

Sorry it was Jack.

He got a bit overexcited, he did.

Oh, great.

He did the same thing last week and all.
Can't you stop him, Zoe?

I said sorry.

Yeah, well, abs don't understand sorry,
do we?

Come on, Brash.

Look who it is.

Back from cocking a rocker, you call?

Abu Dhabi.

Aye. Back I am.

Right, well, I'll be after you now as
soon as I get that bastard missile to

my hand.

What?

Eat your cock and face as soon as I look
at you, bud.

Best bastard thing about Christmas, that
is.

The bastard cock and snogging.

But the very next day, you gave it away.
Hey, this is my TV.

Oh, God,

I missed you. Can you come back? Oh,
it's all right.

I missed you, I mean.

Oh, come here.

Oh, hang on.

Put your hands down a minute, babe.

And your nose.

You can be my little Rudolph.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

You look a bit of a dick.

I know.

You should have rung, really, Ben.

Your father and me were just
practising... Karate.

I bought her a Christmas card.

And a man told me to tell her he invited
Christmas Day. For lunch, like.

Oh, nice one.

We'd like that, wouldn't we, Dean?

All the family together, like.

Don't be disgusting.

She said, you may as well come, cos
you've got a house full already.

And anyway, Nadine eats like a sparrow.

Yes. Well, it wouldn't hurt your mother
to take a leak out of my book now and

again. Especially this time of year.

I've never seen no one trot a mince pie
dance as fast as your mother.

Oh,

God.

Little island man, stop clanking a
minute. I am creaming the log.

My piping's going to do it.

I know that.

Christmas must be difficult for your
legs.

Because of Liam.

When you see families all together, just
getting on with it.

Yeah, well, me and little Alan are your
family now. And I'm going to make this

the best Christmas ever.

We'll have puddings and turkeys and
chocolates and stuffings bursting out of

ears. And I'm going to buy you and
little Al so many presents. Alan, don't

wasting all your inheritance,
sweetheart.

I want to spoil you.

You know what you could do for me?

Name it.

Come with me to church.

Light a candle for Liam.

Of course.

I'd love to do that.

What do you think?

Oh, morning, Brent.

Joseph, Mary, Donkey.

Oh, do they want to be shepherds?

Only two pound a pot?

Not a cocking chance, Marge. But what I
was going to say was if you were looking

for a real baby instead of the cocking
doll, this will do it for a tenner.

Hey,

I wonder what your parents will make of
Marge and Glenn.

Have you seen my car keys?

Oh, in the football.

Michael, what's Arabic for happy
Christmas?

Milad Majid.

Milad Majid.

Oh, the recipe for Baba Ghanoush.

So, this Syrian Christmas thing, a bit
over the top, isn't it?

Oh, don't be such a mardy -eye.

I'm doing it for your mam.

She's lived in the Midlands since the
60s. I mean, she's even got a Brummie

accent of sorts.

Milad Majid, Mrs Jackson.

He just said, happy Christmas, Mrs
Jackson. May the year ahead be full of

birds. Yeah, well, work in progress,
like.

Right.

See you tonight, my little banaganoush.

It's banaganoush.

Oh.

Okay.

Listen up, people.

It is the season to be jolly.

Or is it?

Christmas.

The most busiest this time of the year.
Why?

Because most patients coming in,
Twainie, are ten sheets in the wind.

Now, Mrs Wong and I have agreed to be
drunk, and I'm going to demonstrate how

deal with her in a calm and confident
manner.

Right.

Start inebriating.

I wish it was Christmas every day. Okay,
she's staggered in. I've noticed. I'm

over. I'm staring her in the face. I'm
asking her the following questions in a

clear and comprehensible manner.

Number one, have you been drinking?

Number two, have you wet yourself?

Number three... All right, ask your
minute now, love.

Number three, what's the capital of
Sweden?

If she is unable to answer my questions
adequately and to my satisfaction, I

methodically and carefully...

force her to her knees and into the
recovery position like so.

Now, who fancies giving it a go?

Stella.

Yeah, OK, but I don't really see the
point because I'm starting on the

children's ward today.

Do what I do, Stella, Morrie.

Know what I do.

Stella, I need a word sharpish.

I'm in the middle of a class.

Well, this is more important.

Auntie Brenda is not permitted in
hospital outside of

visiting hours.

Yellow card, Auntie Brenda. Yellow card.

This better be important.

£5 ,000 for charity? It don't get more
important than that, good girl.

What? We're putting on a panto still.

Cinderella. I've done it before as a
piece of cake. But I need your help.

I haven't got time to be in no panto.

Good God, I don't want you to be in it.

You can't act to save your life. You
never could.

Thanks. No, what it is, I need you to
help backstage.

Costumes and whatnot.

That celiac will give you a hand. And
you can start off by putting these up

around the hospital.

Oh, apparently it's that Betty Wong to
play the piano. See if you can rope her

in and all. So long.

Well, in the absence of Aunty Brenda,
who couldn't even be bothered to come to

her own Christmas do, I'd like to wish
you all a Di Davies card.

Ah, thank you.

And Brenda's birthday.

And you.

A very merry Christmas.

Hey,

lads, come and join us. Moneybag Dal is
buying.

Am I?

Oh, well, I won't say no.

We're celebrating and commiserating all
at the same time.

Of course, you ended the business hours
today, didn't you? Yeah, Simpson's the

undertaker. I've left the building.

Early retirement, is it, Daddy? Well,
it's hardly early. He's 84.

I know. That was a joke.

Well,

enjoy it while it lasts.

You were on a pink cloud at the moment,
old -timer.

Same thing happened to me when I left
the forces.

But after a while, reality sets in.

Long, empty days stretching out before
you. And you feel impotent.

Worthless.

Defunct. A failure.

All right, my lad, calm down.

I'm going to the morgue. Oh, dickens.
Come here. Right, come on, all the way

Sonny!

Hello, stranger. Bloody hell. Hi, mate.
Long time no see.

You back for Christmas, do you?

Yeah, I'm treating your sisters to
lunch.

I get it.

What are you doing here?

Well, this works do like, innit?

All right.

Anyway, I'll leave you to your lunch.

Give us a bell, son. We'll go for a
pint, is it? Yeah, cool.

Great. What's wrong?

Card bloke had lunch with his ex -wife
now.

Knowing Ponteberry can't.

Oh, I knew this was a stupid idea.

What do you want, son?

Let's get a drink first, shall we?

I think you're going to need it.

Hey! Hey!

What do you want, bud?

What do you want, bud?

Home till the new year, I am.

Wait, who's the demon?

Coleman!

Give the ambulance a thought in there,
will you?

Sorry, beaut.

I knew we shouldn't have bought it.

It's not for the baby, is it? We just
haven't got the room.

You'll be grateful for what Christmas
presents you bloody well get. Thank you

very much, Luke Morgan.

There's children in Africa that give
their right arm for a bear like this.

So you finally decided to join us, did
you, Auntie Brenda, for your own

Christmas do?

What?

Good God, no, I've got no time for
carousing and what you call like a work

do. I'm auditioning tonight.

Cinderella, six o 'clock sharp.

Stick these on the wall for me, will
you, Anne?

The thing is, son, your situation is
different.

You don't get to go swanning off round
the world pretending you're studying.

Because unlike the other 21 -year -old
medics in your year, you've got a kid.

And an ex -wife who needs support in.

So I'm sorry for spoiling the dream, but
you should have thought about that when

you got me pregnant. Whoa, all right,
calm down.

I knew you'd react, I didn't need to be
this bad. What do you expect?

I'm scraping around the berry with my
stupid little mobile salad, barely

enough to buy shoes for our child.

And you, Mr. C has done twice a month,
if you're lucky, and now it's your

buggering off to India for a year. Talk
about like it's a holiday, it's part of

my training, for God's sake.

I don't care.

You're not going.

End of. Emma.

Do your parents know about this?

Because I only saw them this morning and
they never said a word to me. Emma.

I want you and Albert to come with me.

What?

We're back.

Back home, babe.

What's going on?

Good. I need to get away.

Get away? Where?

I got me a... last minute flight to
Penang. I leave tonight.

Not too well, I know. You're ridiculous.

You have to stop saying no. You know how
I feel about Christmas, ma 'am. It

abuses my soul. I've got to go south
like a salmon.

Oh, well, that's nice, I must say.

Ten days I got to do this pantomime, and
you were sailing off down the Swanee

with a rucksack on your back. Fall to
bloody reed. Still, as long as Vivienne

all right, that's all that matters.

My heart is breaking like a precious
mink vase.

Oh, man up, young gentleman, for
Christ's sake.

Come on, Babes. I will love you to the
ends of the earth and beyond.

To Jupiter, to Mars.

You'd better have this, then.

I take it your anti -establishment, what
you call it, isn't so ingrained it

stops you from accepting a bit of
Christmas cash.

No. Cheers.

OK.

Well, yeah.

See you, Mum.

Later, dear.

I do feel like my soul have been ripped
from my chest and thrown to the ducks.

Right.

Onwards.

Yeah. I'm so glad I got put on
paediatric.

I know where I am with kids.

I've got three of my own, see, and three
grandkids.

I've seen it all, haven't I, Stella?

Don't know about that, Adam, but I've
certainly seen more than most.

A lot of people are scared of children.

God knows why.

It's not like they're going to bite, is
it? No.

Well, actually, Billy might.

Who's Billy?

11 years old. He's got a brain tumour.

Not looking too bright for him, really.

This'll be his third operation in two
years.

He can be a bit of a challenge, free the
leaf.

Ah, well, that's where I come into my
own, cos there's nothing shocks me when

comes to challenging kids.

Billy!

This is Stella.

Don't go giving her a hard time, she's a
student.

Oh, I'm sure me and Billy are going to
get on just fine, aren't we, Billy?

Fuck off, you fat cow.

that for Stella.

Of course, you'd be lucky to even get a
leg in it.

Indeed.

And find something nice for Carl.

To wear?

To look at. Don't be disgusting.

All right, you?

Hiya.

Now, if I was you, I'd go for something
like this.

It's definitely your best option.

Nice simple lines and it'll cover up
your rose of fat.

I quite like a rose.

Anyway, it's not very, um...

You know, sexy, is it?

Michael, Stella Morris is a 45 -year
-old menopausal woman with an obesity

problem. She won't thank you for making
her look like a reader's wife.

I don't know.

What about a nightie instead?

Something like this.

God, no.

Look, I really like this.

Aye, Stella will look fantastic in that,
but proper dirty like.

Right, um...

I'm just not sure about her size.

I'll call her.

She's a size 22 if she's a day. And I
can tell you now, they don't go up that

big. There's no way Stella is a size 22.
Even I know that.

No, Stella is most certainly not a size
22.

Who wants to know?

Oh, well, I'm with Santa and he might be
buying you some nice underwear for

Christmas.

That Santa Claus is an old perv.

Tell him I'm a 16.

Or a 14 on a good day. Although, having
just been called a fat cow by an 11

-year -old, maybe you should go for the
22.

What?

Oh, nothing.

I'll tell you tonight after Panto
audition.

Oh, sweetheart, are you having a bad
day?

Not a bad of some people.

I love you.

And I love you.

Excuse me, what have you got on a size
16, please?

What, it's Christmas, man.

Make it a 14.

Nice and tight.

Billy,

his name is.

Took the wind right out of my sails. I
bet.

Thing is, I don't think I'm good enough
to work on a children's ward after all.

I thought I'd be brilliant.

For them nurses.

They're superhuman, honest to God.

Yeah, I know.

No, really, they are.

They've got, like, a thick stance, and
they're so good with the parents, cos,

obviously, not all them kids make it, do
they?

Well, I don't think I'm cut out for all
that.

Hiya. All right.

Pop your details over there, Prash, in
case you get the part.

Is Yanto here yet?

Yeah, we do look proper depressed.

Cos of Viv.

She's gone off travelling again, hasn't
she, Davy? Yeah, and we're meant to be

doing a duet near him, but he won't stop
crying.

Says his soul has been ripped from his
chest and fed to the ducks.

You all right?

Dalla... Has Dalla never mentioned it?

Mentioned what?

What?

Well, I'd a son once.

Did he really not tell you?

Liam, he died when he was 13.

Sophia, it's okay.

It's more awkward for other people than
it is for me.

Before you say nothing, I got bronze and
silver in Mrs. Cogbill's drama group

when I was 10.

So, I got just as much right to be here
as the next person.

She got voice of a whippet, haven't you,
beaut?

Lynette, where to would we sign up?

Just there.

I'm up for Prince Charming, I am.

I thought that was traditionally played
by a girl.

Don't be disgusting.

You never said nothing about lesbians.

How do you cope?

I mean, the thought of my Luke or Ben or
Emma... How do you even function?

Listen, for what it's worth, and I had a
lot of experience of children's war...

Of course you did.

I think you're going to work from
working there.

But more than that...

I think you'll give a lot back.

Kids like Billy need nurses like you.

Please tell me we're not too late.

Some people couldn't find their jazz
shoes, and we've had a right to cut us

What are you doing here?

Clearing out my parents' attic.

Abra's asleep.

Everyone else is at the panto thing.

Which is why I thought you might like
some company.

Fern, I haven't come to any decision. I
don't want to talk about India.

I just want to beat you at home, great
boss.

Good tidings we bring to you and your
king. Ah, the queen!

Now, let's hear your speech, please.

I haven't finished the song yet. That as
may be, Al, but I've got a room full of

wannabes waiting, so my decisions are
going to be laser quick.

Okay.

Well, the only thing I know is Lady
Macbeth, because I played her in school

like. I wasn't going to do that.

I wasn't going to do Lady Macbeth.

Nadine Zepet, or you want so much as
Carrier Spear.

Commence.

Out, out, damn spot.

Out, I say.

One, two, three, four, five, it's time
to do it.

Oh, hell is murky.

Aye, my lord.

Next.

Oh, my God, I haven't played that for
years. You can tell. You were rubbish.

Aye. You are my sunshine.

My only sunshine.

You make me happy.

Next.

Next!

Next!

And when Joshua woke up, he looked
outside.

He saw it.

A set of tiny footprints leading to the
forest.

I'd better be off.

Yeah.

They'll all be home soon.

I need to think about plane tickets, so
let me know.

Yeah.

Sonny, if I say no, what will you do?

I won't go.

Really?

Ems, I couldn't handle a whole year
without seeing my boy.

Or his mum.

sees, looks in the mirror.

What's he say?

Hello, me.

You're a natural, Carl.

Out on the boat.

Out, I say.

One day, why, then, tis time to do it.

Hell is murky.

Say, my lord.

Next. Next.

Who's last?

What?

What is mental?

How can I be Cinderella?

I've never even been on stage before.
Oh,

you did a little play when you were in
prison.

That was role play, ma 'am. About serial
killers. It's not exactly buttons in

Cinderella.

Hey, Carl was gutted that Brenda made
Bobby Prince charming, wasn't he?

Mind you, he'd make a lovely, ugly
sister with Carl.

Yeah, hadn't I, David?

I've got to say, I thought Bobby was
really manly as the prince. I'm not

surprised he got the part.

You're going to have to kiss him. Yeah,
look out, Luke. Bit of competition for

you there, Prash.

Thank God you're back.

Why didn't you answer your mobile?

I've been calling you.

Well, I ran out of juice. What's the
matter? What's happened?

It's my dad.

Oh, my God, have he died?

What? No, he's broken his bloody leg. He
fell off a ladder.

Oh, bloody.

That's awful.

It happened lunchtime.

Stella, I'm going to have to go up there
to Wolverhampton.

What, this minute?

Yes.

But you can't.

He's in the hospital.

I mean, they're going to let him out
tomorrow, but my mum can't drive, and my

sister's in a kibbutz, isn't she?

Oh, God.

Well, does that mean they won't be
coming for Christmas?

Stella, I don't even think I'll be
coming for Christmas.

Are you joking?

You've got to be here. It's our first
one. I know, and I'm really sorry, but

dad can't walk. What am I supposed to
do?

I'll call you when I get there.

OK.

Now, just to be clear...

You won't be handing out any actual
presents as such.

Not even a bar of chocolate.

That's right. Just take an order from
each child, what they're wanting for

Christmas and that. Say you'll see what
you could do, but make no promises,

mind. Then you give Mum or Dad one of my
special leaflets.

Along with the line, perhaps Santa will
bring Mummy a new car.

From Di Davis Cars, 0 % finance
available, subject to terms and

You can say that last bit if you like,
little Al. Oh, whoopee.

So basically, you're using Santa Claus
to upsell.

Hey, some of these cars are a damn good
deal, I'll have you know. And they get

to meet Father Christmas, don't they?

And they go away empty -handed.

These are the hard yards, Al.

And it's good for them to learn early
about disappointment.

Anyway, you can't pull out now. You've
got customers.

Turkey crown for Yanto bead.

Sorry, George.

With Verve going... Turkey crowns!

Or Delamore! Boris is here for a 24
-pounder when you're ready.

I have actually... Me and Rhys, and me,
have plucked him within an inch.

It was a 24 -pounder, wasn't it?

No, that's why I come in. I change my
mind.

Oh, don't tell me you want a bloody
crown just like the rest of Ponterbury.

wants a crown. A crown, a crown, my
kingdom, for a horse.

Yeah, well, Michael and his parents
aren't coming no more, are they?

And that crown's just... Yes, I know.

Chop him up. Chop him up.

Live long.

Sorry, Stella.

This craze for crowns is doing my
nutting.

I've got a room full of legs back now
and nowhere to go.

How come Barry and Rita are working for
you? Not a lot of call for Diane over

the festivities, Rita. Aren't they
transferable skills, butchery and

I suppose so.

Hey, George!

I heard you've got a load of cockney
legs going for a song.

Take them off you for a fiver.

Turkey's turkey at the end of the day,
Steph.

Shabem and a saucepan? Who's a cutting
wiser?

No bastard bastard.

And I want the Zajac's version because
that's more compatible with my software.

Item 76.

A pair of the latest Zoom Shock 3D
Luminero snowboards.

With matching headgear and rods.

Item 77.

See, this kid's been here 25 minutes.

Mummy is bored and Mummy is looking at
the cars.

Bingo.

Item 79, a collection of skincare
products in the organic apperage. Item

80, a remote -controlled helicopter.

Bloody hell.

A ticket you haven't told Mam yet?

She's joking, isn't she?

She'd go mental if she thought I was
even considering it.

So you are considering it, isn't she?

Is Auntie Nina found me a job?

What? In this five -star hotel in Delhi.

They've got a posh salon there.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

It's a brilliant opportunity.

Are you in India?

Yeah.

Yeah, you're in India.

With Sonny.

All right.

You're worried you won't get on, is it?

No.

I'm worried we will.

Hello there, little Abra.

You want to come and meet Father
Christmas?

Yeah. Good.

Give that to your mum.

Come on, then.

Is this a bad time?

Yeah, you could say that.

Sorry,

sir. Is everything okay?

Yeah.

It's just you've been gone a week now,
and I'm really missing you. And I hate

the fact I'm turning into one of them
awful, whinging, needy girlfriends.

And I'm back on a children's ward today,
and I don't want to do it. And, oh,

Michael, can't you just come home?

Michael?

He's doing his best for goodness sake.
You're not helping.

Sorry, Sal.

What did you say?

Oh, it don't matter.

Let's speak later, yeah?

Yeah, if you like.

Dad, you're going to have to move.

Now

then,

Lily, I'll sort you out with these
tablets, shall we?

I know I'm sweating.

For God's sake.

It must be a winning smile.

He really doesn't like me, does he?

Well, thank God it's not all about you
then, eh, Stella?

I haven't seen the parents yet.

What are they like?

They're not around.

Billy didn't care.

Is he?

His mum abandoned him when he was six
months old. No idea who the father was.

His grandmother brought him up.

And then last month, she died.

So he's taken care of by social
services.

He's basically an 11 year old orphan
who's dying of cancer don't really get

crapping out of there No What are

you playing

My son's got one of them.

I think it gets glued to his hand
sometimes because he can go days without

putting it down.

So I saved it for his birthday and I
bought him a telescope.

I thought, well, if he's going to spend
hours staring at something, it'd be

better if it was something real instead
of some stupid electronic thing. Oh,

just shut up, will you?

Sorry.

Billy, I'm not your enemy, OK?

And I know it's horrible what you're
going through and crap and, like, the

luck in the world, but I am trying to
help you. I really want to help you.

So you can feel good about yourself.

Have you taken your meds?

No point going to die anyway.

Says who?

I heard them talking.

I'm not stupid.

No, you're not.

But you do have a face like a squash
tomato.

Well, you've got a face like a crash
lorry.

Oi!

Let me take your blood pressure.

Let me take yours.

Go on.

I hate hospitals.

Why are you a nurse?

Not thin enough to be a supermodel.

It's all because of your fat.

It's OK.

120 over 75.

Very good. Thank you.

Stella.

Yeah? You've got any smokes?

Come in, Pontevere. This is
Wolverhampton calling.

Come in, Pontevere. This is
Wolverhampton calling.

Hello, Wolverhampton.

Hello, gorgeous.

What are you eating?

Mince pie.

God, I'm missing you.

Yeah, me too.

You drove down there tonight?

I wish you did.

How's your dad?

He's fine.

Old trooper. He's just my mother.

Well, that's what mums are for.

You know that little kid I told you
about?

Billy? Yeah.

He hadn't got a mum, or a dad, or a
gran, or no -one.

And he probably won't make it to 13.

Oh, God.

We're so lucky, Michael.

Yes, we are.

Oh, cheer me up, for God's sake.

It's meant to be bloody Christmas.

Okay. Go and look in the top drawer.

There's a little present in there for
you.

Open it.

And then put it on.

My dear, you've got the latest UB40
album and a couple of pairs of socks.

One of them was asking for flying
lessons.

You know what you are? A grumpy stamper.
Yeah, yeah.

Listen, are you sure about this?

I won't be offended if you change your
mind.

No, I won't.

Come on.

So, do you like it?

Yes, I do.

And does it fit OK?

I know you do.

So do I.

Well, come close to the camera so I can
see you all. Oh, Michael.

Oh, Stella.

Oh. Michelle.

Michelle, I'm down.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What's going on? Good God, who's that?

He has no respect for his parents' home.

Oh, drop me a crutch. What? No, this
isn't... Mum, Dad, this is Stella.

It's my girlfriend.

My lad, my jade.

I'm going to sit down for a bit.

Okay.

All right, Liam.

How's it going?

I'm Alan, I am.

Sorry we never got to meet like... what
it is.

I'm your mum's boyfriend.

I hope that's okay with you.

I'm not, you know, a... Weirdo or nutter
or nothing.

And I just want you to know that I'm
going to give her a proper tidy

Me and little Al.

That's my son, by the way.

Central of ages, you as it goes.

You'd like that.

Anyway.

Don't you go worrying.

But your mum, okay?

I'm gonna look after her.

Because I love her.

the weight of a small car, they think.

What are you trying to say? That I'm
overweight?

No, no.

Right, so in you come and the dame holds
up the dress.

Right, okay.

To die, David.

Oh, Mama, that frock is lush.

The crowd will coo and gasp and gush.

Hang on a sec.

That dress is mine.

I ordered it from Trash Online.

Daughters, daughters, calm yourselves.

I got two frogs from off the shelves.

Okay. And so you take from the clothes
chest an identical dress.

Right.

Al, you're going to have to be quicker
than that for the audience to be falling

asleep for you.

Oh, for God's sake, you've ripped it,
man.

Sorry, it wasn't my fault.

But whose fault was it?

Actually, Auntie Brenda, that's quite
funny. Perhaps we can build her into the

routine. Shut it, Di Davis. There's only
one director here, and as sure as

Sharmell Shake ain't you.

When do I get to do the striptease?

I was practising all last night for
Nadine. What, Nadine?

See?

Hang on a minute, though, Carl, love.
I'm sorry, Auntie Brenda, but when I

agreed to play the fairy godmother, you
said nothing about me flying across the

stage on a bit of flipping string.

It's not string. It's fucking reinforced
metal cable, man.

What?

I think it can be fixed, actually.

Hang on a minute, Al. There's plenty of
other people who wouldn't mind flying.

Me, for starters.

I'll do it.

I'll do it. I don't care about the
danger.

I've got nothing to live for no more.

Shut it!

The lot of you!

I can't even hear myself think!

Take five!

Ooh, they look outstanding, but thanks,
I do. I had nine yesterday.

Oh, fabulous Christmas present.

What do you go for?

Necklace? Urine?

I got her this.

A canoe?

Yep.

Something different, like.

Comes in a do -it -yourself kit, it
does, so she can build it from scratch.

In the shed.

And little Al's doing the cooking.

We're having turkey, goose, duck,
suckling pig, roast beef, milk -fed lamb

pheasant. Christ, Al, you'd be drowning
in saturated fat.

Aye, but it's Christmas, man. You can't
drown yourself in saturated fat at

Christmas. When can you drown yourself
in saturated fat?

Well, I am doing a turkey crown.

What's wrong with that?

A turkey crown.

Crowns of a coward Delamores.

You should be ashamed.

Right. Your attention, please.

Change of plan.

Nadine Bevan, if you refuse to fly, then
you give me no option other than to

recast.

Yanto Bede, as of now, you will play
Fairy Godmother.

Nadine, you are demoted to elf.

What? Oh, come on. Anyone who's not
happy with my decision, the door

is a lot away.

Scotty? Aunty Brenda?

Come on.

Right, let's take it from the Buttons
and Cinders song at the start of scene

three. Betty Wong, a two, three, four.

Till the end of time, my love for you
will keep on

burning.

I know what's true. There ain't no life
for me and you. Cause we are

friends. But nothing more.

Nothing more.

There's nothing more.

Nothing more.

There's nothing more.

There's nothing more.

Why am I even bothering?

You're bloody useless.

The lot of you.

This whole thing is a joke.

They can give that five grand to someone
else. I wash my hands with you.

It's all kicking off at the Panto.

Algy Brenda have resigned and everyone's
in a kerfuffle.

Uh -oh. Was she being a mardy -ass?

Yeah, she was.

So,

how are you feeling about tomorrow,
Pratt?

Frightened.

In case I don't make up.

Don't be daft. Of course you're going to
wake her.

You're not allowed to promise me that.

Stella, if I do wake up like... Will you
be there?

Try keeping me away, Billy Matthews.

I'll be back now.

Adam.

I need a big favour.

What? Oh, so they sent you, did they?
Well, quell bloody surprise.

Right, you better come in.

Hiya.

This is Billy.

He's come for his tea.

Do we want to be a wise man?

And smile.

Right. Let's get the spaghetti hoops on,
is it?

That does may be Daddy Simpson, but I
feel undervalued, overused and

disrespected.

Haven't heard from my Vivienne since she
went.

Of course.

No idea if she's safe and dry or being
interfered with in some cosy wee steam

room.

I don't know.

I couldn't stand the sight of her when
she was here, but now she's gone.

Yep.

Yes, well, I'll sleep on it.

You boys all right up there?

Yeah. I'll be up now in a minute.

Hello, Stella.

I can't talk for long because Billy have
come over and I've got to take him back

soon.

Oh, my God.

My parents have asked me to speak to you
about last night when they saw you, you

know, in the buff.

Naked as a baby duck.

I wasn't actually naked.

So this is my dad, Keith.

Hello, Stella.

And this is my mum, Anna.

How do you do?

They've asked that we stop seeing each
other.

What?

Because they think you're a bad
influence on me.

Michael?

We're joking!

We're joking, mum!

That's one thing you'll learn about us
Jacksons. We do love a joke.

And a giggle.

Why do you think we called him Michael?

Whoa, that's amazing.

And you see that one on the right?

It's really big.

Do you know what's weird?

What you're seeing now happened millions
of years ago.

So that star isn't actually there
anymore.

Is it dead?

I guess so.

How's it going?

Stella, I'm looking at the starlight and
it's still shining even though it's

died.

It might be the star of Bethlehem.

Me and my gran used to call it the star
of Battleham.

Star of Battleham.

She said it brought good luck.

It was the star the wise men followed to
find baby Jesus.

Why didn't they just use a sat -nav?

Listen,

it's so exciting about coming up here on
Christmas Eve.

What, even when the weather's like this?
Yeah.

Look down at all them houses.

Think of all them people getting ready
for tomorrow.

Rowing, crying, drinking and laughing.

Last minute rapping and stuff.

Yeah.

Mam,

I know you've got a lot on your mind at
the moment.

With Michael away and that and Billy's
operation.

But there's something I've got to tell
you.

I'm off then, Auntie Bren.

I don't suppose you... No.

Right.

I'll let them know.

You can't go.

Are you for real?

I'm not eight. It's Sonny Chowdhury to
click his fingers in Emma Morris to go

running again, is it? No, no, he found
me a job and everything. Oh, it's

nothing. But it's a brilliant
opportunity.

Luke thinks so.

You two look before me.

That's nice. Oh, for God's sake.

Are you getting back together with him,
then?

Don't be ridiculous.

Just not for sure.

Look, I just want him to be happy for
me, OK?

Well, I'm not.

Because you're making a big mistake.

Thanks a lot, ma 'am.

Up with you.

Yes, Sam.

Yeah, there is. You're being Margie.

It's me that's having the operation.

Sorry.

I just found out Emma's going to India
for a year.

She's taking Abra with her.

Wicked. I'd love to go in, Jimmy.

Right, it's haircut time.

Who's going to do the honours?

Well, I reckon we can still do this
show, even without Auntie Brenda at the

helm. Don't be ludicrous, man, Bob.

Ah, we do know the songs and that, and
the dances.

Yeah, but we've lost our leader, haven't
we? Our Iron Lady, our Fuhrer. All

right, Carl.

Not Fuhrer, he said, Daddy, not funeral.

Christ, once an undertaker.

Let's face it, without Auntie Brenda, we
just don't stand a chance.

Zoe's right. The show's over, folks.

Oh, no, it isn't.

She's behind you!

Right.

Come on, everyone. We open in less than
ten hours.

Let's get this show on the road!

He'd come in round, it all went fine.

Can I go see him?

Of course.

Stella, this is just another reprieve
for him.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

Not a red card yet, though, is there?

Hello, Trouble.

You did really well.

Starve, Basil. I'm watching over me,
innit?

Yeah.

We all want a big silly ending.

It's okay.

So let's be naive.

Cause today's Christmas Eve.

And tomorrow's just minutes away.

This song is devoid of all meaning.

This song's cocky nonsense and taut.

So let's read it here.

To all of us here.

No matter your common or far.

So here's to the fun and the laughter.

Here's to the sunshine above.

We'll drink to the joy of...

None of this could have happened today,
of course, if it wasn't for our fabulous

director, Aunty Brenda!

effort and what a team and

I also want to say that if we do

win this competition and quite frankly
we should then I want the money to go to

the kiddies ward at the hospital

My knees tell us to work up there, and
honest to God, we do all moan and mither

about how hard we got it, but we don't
even know we born when you see them lot

up there.

So, moment of truth.

Mr. Chung Lee, how did we do, kids?

for doing this, Al.

Local was meant to do it. Got all pissed
last night. He ended up on a cross

-channel ferry to Ostend.

Oh, I'm not Crockett here from up the
Weno.

That's him.

Aye. Need to bring the whole Santa
fraternity into disrepute, that one.

We can't stay long, Mindstella. I've got
lunch to cook.

Oh, lucky you.

I'd mess up, I have, getting a turkey
crown.

I looked at it this morning. It was no
bigger than a pasty. I did warn you. I

know.

Very well.

If you can guarantee me no interference,

Then I'm prepared to cook dinner at your
house.

Here we are.

Here's an offering.

Oh, thanks, little Al.

You two are absolute stars.

Now, let's go and meet Billy and the
rest of them.

Father Christmas is here, everyone.

Ho, ho, ho.

Come on, let's have it.

You got me a present then, or what?

Right, well, first off, we've got to say
a big thank you and drink a toast to

little Alan, because that dinner was
immense.

And secondly...

There's quite a few people missing from
this table today.

We haven't got no room for no more.

Either in Wolverhampton.

Or Bangkok, God forbid.

Or somewhere else.

Anyway, let's drink a little toast,
shall we?

To all them loved ones.

Christmas to make us think about them
more somehow, don't we?

Yeah. Absent friends.

Absent friends.

And finally, not all of you will know
this, but Emma, Anthony and Abra have

got the chance to go to India for a
year.

What? When did this happen? And I don't
want them to go.

Mum. Because I'm selfish.

But the thing is, life is too short and

it's bloody unpredictable and all.

None of us knows what's around the
corner, so...

Probably best if we grab these
opportunities when they come along,

know. That's what I said.

Go for it, Em.

I hope you all have the best time ever.

Thanks, ma 'am.

All the best.

Aye, but I tell you what, Sunil Bumundra
Chowdhury, you'd better look after them

two out there or you'll have me to deal
with.

And me.

And me.

Face it for you.

Thank you, ma 'am.

You know that means the world, don't
you?

It's going to be so hard, though, Em.

Not having you here.

Always be my little girl, see?

Mum!

It's Michael.

Hiya, gorgeous.

Hello, sweetheart.

How was your lunch?

It was nice. I did a turkey crown in the
end.

A turkey crown?

Yeah, what's wrong with that?

Only cowards buy turkey crowns. Rubbish.
Mine was absolutely delicious.

I mean, it's amazing.

What?

Can't you, Mike, think?

Sounds like you've got a house full.

Will someone get that, please?

Stella?

Hang on.

Stella?

Michael. Yeah?

I'm missing you so much.

What did you say?

I said, I am missing you.

So much.

Good job I came home.

My lad and my jid, Mr Jackson.

My lad and jid, Mrs Warren.

Do you fancy a mince pie?

I thought you'd eaten them all. Oi!

La couture!