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They do say your wedding day's the
happiest day of your life.

Well, yours is gonna be quite the
opposite.

I will try and make it the worst day
of your life.

Why am I talking to a newspaper?

This is it, Gemma. This is
it.

Ooh.

Look at it.

I know I might not have seemed as
excited as you about this wedding,
Terry,

but I think some wee's just come
out.

You hold onto that feeling, Gemma.

As soon as you say "I do,"

I'm gonna spend my whole life making
sure a little bit of wee comes out

of you every day.

Oh, Terry.

That's so lovely.

WOMEN SHRIEK
SHE SHRIEKS

Mum? Monica?

It's my special weekend. Mother of
the bride.

THEY SHRIEK

No, it's my special weekend.

Don't be so ungrateful, Gemma. She
gave up her pelvic floor for you.

Show some gratitude.

THEY SHRIEK

Hey, sis.

Oh.

I just feel like on this wonderful
day of days

I have to tell you that I've got a
bit of an ingrown toenail,

so I'll probably be limping you down
the aisle a bit.

It's all right. Oh, mwa.

Mwa. Seeing you two get married
fills me with joy.

Because it means there really is
someone out there for everyone,

no matter what your personality
defect.

She's right, you know?

Even you.

On the website, they said they've
got an all day buffet.

That's where I'll be.

All day.

You do that, because this weekend

everything is gonna be perfect.

It is. It is going to be perfect.

And I'm going to make it even more
perfect.

I've got a special surprise for you
inside.

Aha!

Ah.

It's like a vision.

Oh, this is so classy.

When you see the wild animal theme
I've got planned for the wedding,

it'll just...

...class up the classiness. I love
it.

See?

Camel.

Classy.

Now we've got two days of wedding
preparations,

endless pampering, the big day
itself and then

on the wedding night, you know, we
get to...

Drink until we pass out?

You are so made for me. I know.

Time for the surprise.

Here they are.

Look, I've brought my new boyfriend.

Oh, it's Phil,

the loud hot tub salesman.

Hot tub baron, Gemma.

I'm the Alan Sugar of outdoor
bathing.

I make all your dreams wet.

And he's brought his children.

Oh, what am I like?

Is the word you're looking for
"common?"

It's funny this, Mum, cos I
did say not to invite them

in about four separate emails.

Doesn't matter because this weekend
is going to be perfect.

Well, I've been thinking about how
to add an extra layer of perfection

to what could be another drab
ordinary wedding.

And I think I know what that extra
layer is.

Phil and I are engaged to be
married.

What? You've only been going out,
like, three months.

All happened so fast. We took a
cruise together

and then he asked me to do something
in the bedroom

which I wasn't comfortable with.

So I refused and out of the blue

he proposed.

And then she did it. Oh, good god.

I'm picturing it.

Why am I picturing it? It's fine.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

Welcome, everyone.

We're so glad that you're joining us
for our special weekend.

Not special, Gemma, classy weekend.

I've got a real live owl.

It's massive. Twoo-twoo. He has.

Is this the happy couple?

Oh, look at them. Nanny? Daddy and
Patricia are getting married.

Yet another wife to add to his
collection,

and this one smells of chips. Oh.

Lovely.

Feel free to use her if you need
her.

Nanny practically raised the kids
brilliantly for me.

So if you have any, I'll have her
raise yours too.

Brilliantly, he says.

Bloody charmer, he is.

But he's right.

There's more important things you
should be spending your time on

than raising your own children.

I've had a word with reception and
I'm treating the girls

to a fun dance class with a West End
choreographer.

Get the clucking hens out the way so
me and the boys

can go paintballing, yeah.

I'm, I'm sorry, I was looking
forward to a relaxing

hot stone massage, yeah.

No, no, you're coming paintballing
with us.

This guy, hey? This is what he does.

Improving the lives of the little
people, yes.

That's it, Bob. See if you can get
your tongue further up Dad's
backside.

Shut up, Glen. I'm director of
nozzles,

you're just manager of filters,
drains and hair strainers.

He's right, Glen, you're a third
wife child. Know your place.

At least my mum loved me, Alex. If
Daddy's taught me anything,

it's that loving people is a waste
of my time.

Congratulations, though, everybody.

More champagne on me.

Wooh.

Aren't you almost glad your dad died

so we could have Phil in our lives?

Do you think?

I never think.

That's why I'm happy.

So this is where it all comes to a
head.

Beautiful.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

THEY CHEER

Mum, you're doing it wrong.

No, I'm improving it.

There's a song inside me, Gemma.

It just doesn't happen to be this
song.

As long as you're annoying Gemma,

I'm fully behind you, Patricia.

This is so much fun. It's so tacky
and low rent.

Good, cool down for five.

Wow, so tired.

Can I just say, I'm having such a
fun time at my engagement party.

Oh, and of course your, um,

hen thingy, which is what we're
here for.

Yes, it is.

And I'm going to make lists of all
the dos and, more importantly,

the don'ts for my big day.

Let's dance. OK, and again, let's
go.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

PAINTBALLS FIRE

Quick question, why doesn't Bob
have a gun? He's a moron.

No, cos Dad says I haven't earned
one yet.

OK? So I distract the other team
while you lot move up.

In a real war I'd be known as cannon
fodder, right,

which you can't win a war without,
so I'm quite essential actually,
Glen.

Yeah. He doesn't have the killer
instinct, this one.

Actually, it's something you'll need
to learn, Terry,

if you're going to join the firm.

Join the firm? I don't want to be a
hot tub salesman.

I'm a coach driver who doesn't
want to be a private investigator.

I couldn't handle another unwanted
career.

PAINTBALLS FIRE
One quick thing, Dad.

You said Terry's going to be joining
the firm, which is great,

but, ah, shouldn't the new CEO,
whoever he may be,

um, make decisions on new staff
after you've retired.

I've had a rethink about the
retirement.

I'm going to stay on.

Right, lads. Let's paintball.

Bob, sacrifice yourself to distract
them.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's go.

Here I am! Take my blood!

I volunteer as tribute.

HE GROANS

What do you mean, not retiring?

Daddy said he was gonna sell up.

No, he's staying on.

We're going to be a power couple.

Gemma, this is our new life.

Dancing like divas, drinking like
legends and sneering

at the staff. Enjoy it while you
can, Monica.

Daddy's wives don't tend to have an
extended shelf life.

I've known avocados to last longer.

Oh, don't you worry.

Phil and I will be together until
death us do part.

Five, six, seven, eight. Wooh!

Penguin. Classy.

Also a species that's endangered, so
this is a learning moment.

If you'll excuse me, I took one to
the nipple and it's starting to
welt.

Dad? Just circling back to the whole
you not retiring thing.

I was thinking about all the things
I've done for this company.

The forging of the invoices,

that little enforced holibobs at Her
Maj's pleasure

for that pesky tax avoidance
headache.

So I was hoping, um, that maybe now
would be my time

to sit in the big chair.

Bob, you're a good sort,

but by your own admission you're a
convicted criminal.

Can't have a criminal running the
firm, can we?

I hate you so much.

If you need me, I'll be in the
presidential suite on top of
Patricia.

Ooh.

Hey, Terry.

This place is amazing.

That buffet over there, I asked for
an egg, they gave me an egg,

I ate it, I went back, said, "Can I
have another egg?"

They just gave me another egg.

And it's all for free.

That wedding photographer, you want
to bring him in here.

That is something we want to
remember forever.

Another egg, please?

Hello.

You lost like me, girls?

Well, we're looking forward to
having you at my wedding.

Maybe you can even be flower girls.

That'll lend the service a certain
haunting quality.

Yes, I got your final demand and I
will pay it when I get my allowance,

you loathsome little call centre
scrote.

Oh. Hi.

I see you've met the twins.

Little darlings, aren't they?

They're twins, are they?

I was born first.

Yeah, I kind of guessed that.

They're quite a handful.

Fortunately, I don't use my own
hands.

I don't know how people do it, kids.

They're almost like little human
beings, aren't they?

Are they?

Nanny?

Oh, girls.

Where on earth have you been?

Sorry, Nanny.

Nanny, can you give them some love?

I...

...don't.

Course I will.

Nanny's nothing but love, isn't she, girls?

Yes, Nanny. Love, Nanny.

Come on, girls.

PHONE RINGS

Ooh, it's the owl guy.

Hiya.

What do you mean, it's got a crick
in its neck?

It's an owl.

It's basically all neck.

Yeah, well.

Strap it up.

Picture me there, is your
heart filled with pain?

Shall I come back again?

Tell me...

HE SCREAMS

He hasn't said much since I found
him.

Can we not just go one bloody day?

I've got a detailed itinerary for
this weekend and dead bodies

aren't on it. Right, calm down, everyone.

It's official, this is now a crime
scene.

Looks like murder to me.

Murder?

Do you think?

Oh, my God.

His kids, they'll be heartbroken.

You know what? Somehow I don't think
so.

What? Daddy, no.

But... If it isn't immediately
clear, ah,

he did die under suspicious
circumstances,

which could either be murder

or attempted murder.

Which went very badly wrong.

Which is also murder.

As a trained police officer,

the little things jump out at you.

The guys in filters, drains and hair
strainers are gonna take this really
hard.

The big guy.

Gone.

I can't believe it.

Am I free?

I am, aren't I? Yeah?

Free of him. Ha-ha! Wooh!

It was only a matter of time, wasn't
it?

I mean, his list of enemies is
pretty long.

I think we all know who did it,
don't we?

I certainly do.

I can't deal with this right now.

I'm starting to feel sympathy for
my brothers

and a sense of family bonding. Do
you know how much money I've spent

on counselling to get that out of my
system?

Look, it's upsetting the twins.

This family needs me now more than
ever.

Don't worry, girls.

Nanny's heart is big enough to take
away all your sadness.

Gemma, you can find the killer.

Gemma cannot. Are you kidding me,
Mum?

No way. It's wedding, remember?

Wedding. Phil was my love.

My fiance. Please, Gemma, for me.

Get me vengeance.

No. I agree with Gemma.

Thank you.

For this weekend, yeah?

There'll be no investigating
whatsoev...

It's going to be so exciting seeing
what you do at work.

First, let's speak to Bob. He
seemed to have a pretty good idea

who killed his dad, so maybe he
knows something.

We'll get this whole thing wrapped
up before the first guests arrive

and start being difficult about
which table they're sat at.

Yeah.

We're having it noted that I
protested this whole investigation.

I mean, I will note it.

But I want the rest of you to know
that I'm noting it.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Freddie, will you stop eating?

We've got Malaga in three weeks.

Think about how you'll look in the
pictures.

Don't you dare embarrass...

Can I have another egg, please?

Hey, look.

My lot have arrived.

Hey. I might have to do a little
bit of...

Terry.

Murders, wedding,

tick-tock, nice frock.

Surely we're allowed to have a
little, you know,

measure of enjoyment.

The build up to the big day. I mean,
you know, just, what harm

could one

tiny, wincey drink do?

Fine.

One quick drink. Quick.

Let's get it on.
THEY CHEER

Bob?

Who bloody grieves on a lake?

And Terry, that was not a quick
drink.

No, but it was a good drink.

I'm happy.

I'm very happy.

Cos I'm marrying you.

I think Bob knows something.

Maybe he's the killer.

Bob is a dear sweet boy with a very
generous heart.

At the same time, I can see him
being a cold,

ruthless killing machine who should
be locked away for the rest of his
natural life.

Bob?

Hi.

We've just come to ask you a couple
of questions.

Hi.

I know it's a difficult time, Bob,
but to be honest,

I'm up against the clock with this
whole nuptials thing tomorrow, so.

Bob? Bob?

Oh! Argh. Ooh.

What you doing?

Looking for clues.

Gemma, he's had his brain removed.

From the looks of it, they've
sewn the top of his head back on.

I mean, I'm all for neatness, but
that's ridiculous.

Ugh.

He's still warm. Ugh.

I think this is the freshest murder
we've had.

The killer must still be nearby.

Oh!

Room key.

Let's get investigator-ing.

We'll have this killer caught in
about half an hour.

Bye, Bob.

Are there any murderers in here?

If so, we can pop back later.

Come on.

I'm so proud of you, you know?

Are you?

I know you may think that I prefer
Monica

because she's better spoken and more
beautiful

and I'm nicer to her. That's about
it.

But she couldn't do what you do.

Catching killers, setting up your
own business.

Your dad would be so proud of you.

Oh, Mum.

Ooh. Ooh.

What is it?

Let's have a look.

And it's a clue.

Get in, five points to Gemma.

Let's just say three points to Gemma

and two points to Monica, because
you know how she gets

when she feels left out.

Oh,

my

God.

Glen isn't really Phil's son.

Bob's dead as well? Oh, my God.

Dammit all to hell and back.

Will everyone die today, Nanny?

If they do, can we take pictures?

Look at you two.

So discombobulated.

Let's get chocolate fudge cake for
the both of you.

Come on, girls.

Is this his brain at the end of this
fishing wire?

I'm afraid so.

So...

...he had one after all.

Vicky, can you just stay here and
just...

Just stay.

Come on, Mum. It's a hotel suite,
not a morgue.

Think of it as a morgue with a mini
bar.

PHONE BEEPS
Hang on.

Yes.

Me oversized Jenga's just come in.

So Vicky's got a bit of a mardy on,

but she'll be fine.

Right, now, where's this giant...

...Jen...

...ga.

They weren't kidding.

They said it was oversized.

We can't have this.

There's 80 more in the carpark.

The hotel says we've got to shift
them. All right, all right.

Come on, come on, come on.

Right, we'll all shift them
together, yeah?

Right, fine.

I'll shift it.

Terry, we're in the middle of a
murder investigation.

Mum, all we've done since we've got
here

is hunt this bloody murderer.

I'm sure it's gonna give. I think my
wedding is a bit more important

than a few dead uninvited guests.

HE GRUNTS
You wash your mouth out, young lady.

And fine, if you're giving in,

Monica and I will interview the
kids.

They won't stand a chance.

I mean, obviously I'm heartbroken
about your father.

To lose a parent is so awful for
you.

But the loss of a lover, especially
one who can form a kind of

intense physical connection that I
had... Look, I suppose I'll miss him

giving me expensive handbags to shut
me up.

But that's about it.

Why is it that men feel that they
can just buy you out of a bad mood?

I know. Whether it's real or put on
just for the hell of it.

I'm having trouble fathoming why
you're talking to me.

I mean, must be very nice for you

to speak to somebody who can
enunciate clearly,

but you've met Glen and yet you're
asking me

if I'm the one with daddy issues.

Oh.

I think Alex is grieving as much as
me, Monica.

Oh.

Come to me, Alex. Come to Mummy.

I'll give you a cuddle and make
everything all right.

Touch me

and I'll pepper spray you.

Glen did it.

Killed both of them.

Bloody obvious, isn't it?

Alex did it. Killed them both.

Bloody obvious, isn't it?

Yeah, we've talked to Alex

but, ah, I wanted to come and
interview you.

I wondered how it felt when... When
the old blood

faded away to allow new blood to
flow through

the business like freshly
chlorinated water through

a 12 nozzle lower back jet massager
system?

Or when my only rival, the oafish
older brother, met his demise?

I'm actually quite chilled about it.

Do you think this interview would go
better if my mum left?

And we, say,

ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir.

Made it more intimate.

Apparently, she's very adept at the
physical stuff.

Takes after me in that regard.

Stop, you're spoiling it.

I've got a clicky hip,

but apart from that I'm good to go.

Let me get a pomegranate and we'll
see who's gonna win.

Can I ask you about your fruit
intake?

Yes, first lesson in business
school,

assert dominance by appearing
uninterested and occupied

with a more important task.

I conduct all of my meetings looking
out windows, eating fruit.

Does it work? It does, yeah.

Yeah, I've got a chauffeur driven
car.

Because I am very good at my job
and because

the constant fruit intake gives me a
runny bowel.

Do I apologise? No.

I just crush deals and carry a lot
of wet wipes.

Anyway, about that Pinot.

You know what?

I'm good.

They've closed the all day buffet,
Mum.

Oh. Did you stuff some in your
pocket

for later like you did when you were
young?

No. I was going to.

They're about to open the all
night buffet.

Oh, just like when you were a boy.

Stuffing your face to regulate your
emotions.

Right, let's chow away these
feelings.

Well, I think you're the best giant
Jenga mover ever.

So what did you learn?

Well, nothing. Apart from the fact
that Glen's taking

his five a day way too far.

Despite achieving nothing,

we were really good at it.

I like this investigating stuff.

Right, I'm calling time on this.

I'm sorry, Mum, I did try to solve
the case for you,

but it's wedding day tomorrow.

I don't like failure, but let's just
try to enjoy the day.

Yeah? The police will have to deal
with it from now on.

Can I just say, Gemma,

you deciding to let the police deal
with this for once

is just,

it's the best wedding present you
could've ever given me.

Oh, thanks. So you're giving up,
Gemma?

Just like you did with the cello
when you were a young girl.

And the horse riding.

And the battle with your acne.

Gem? Gem Gem?

Is there any way you could convince
my legs to get me up to our bedroom?

Or get our bed to come down and get
me?

Wait.

Not tonight. It's bad luck.

Separate beds, remember? I'll just
jump in with Monica.

OK.

You know, I love the fact that
you're sticking to all the wedding
traditions.

See you tomorrow. Mm.

We're getting married. Mm-hm.

Mwa. Come on, girls.

Woohoo! Wooh. Yeah, yeah.

Wooh. Hoo.

You'll crack on and I'll just...

I'll just sit here and catch up on
my...

Oh.

It's an elephant.

It'll look really classy in the

backdrop of the

service.

I'm a classy guy.

Mm. Mm, Gemma.

Mm.

I'm not a tour manager. No, no.

Aren't you beautiful?

OWL SCREECHES

SCREECHING CONTINUES

SHE GRUNTS

PHONE RINGS

How's it going?

Really well.

I've just killed their owl.

Nice.

Why? It's ominous.

OK.

I'm gonna destroy their whole
wedding bit by bit

before I destroy them.

They ruined my life

and now we're gonna ruin theirs.

Call On Me
by Eric Prydz

Are you dancing?

Just me then.

Fine.

Just tell me who killed you.

Go on. Tell me.

God, you're boring.

Especially you.

Oh, Gemma, look at you.

This is it.

Happiest day of my life.

I never say it because, well, often
it's not true,

but you look amazing.

Oh, don't cry, Mon.

I'm sad. All right, Gemma?

I'm sad for me.

I want to meet someone.

At first, we flirt, then I start
blanking him,

but he's now crazy for me.

We go on a few dates, but no
physical contact.

He thinks we're just friends, then,
bang, I hit him with the greatest
sex

of his entire life. He tells me he
loves me, I say, "That's nice,"

I give him more great sex, then tell
him it's over.

He gets weird, I get weirder.

The weirdness makes him want me even
more.

He starts turning up at the flat at
strange hours.

I have to get the police involved,
then two years later,

when he's moved on, I see him with a
new girl.

I point out she's very plain and he
should be with me.

He dumps her, but I tell him it's
not enough and walk off into the
distance.

Is that too much to ask, Gemma?

Just to have a normal relationship
with someone.

She's upset, Gemma.

It's cos you haven't solved
the murders and are, as usual,

putting your own selfish needs
first.

Nice try, Mum.

Today,

today is wedding day.

Of course.

How silly of me. Yes, Mummy.

So silly. Can I commend you on your
strength

as well, Gemma?

Oh.

Strong, am I? Oh, yes.

I wouldn't have a hint of the
bravery you're displaying right now.

Getting married with all these
murders hanging over your head,

unsolved.

It'll taint the memory of this day
forever.

Will...

Will it?

You're right. You're right, Monica.

I wouldn't do it.

But Gemma's made of sterner stuff
than you and me.

Because...

...I'd be looking at those photos in
20 years

and they'd be steeped in sadness for
me.

But not Gemma. No, not Gemma.

Right then.

Come on. Everyone in the chapel.

I'll sort this. Be with you in a
minute.

Got to wash this face mask off,
do my makeup,

put my dress on, squish my
bits around so they look good in the
dress.

Everyone but Terry. It's bad luck
for him to see the bride.

Terry as well.

Figure it out.

Unbelievable.

Right then. Everyone focus.

We're gonna do this quickly and then
we can crack on with the nuptials,
OK?

Yeah, just a quick update before you
get started.

Unfortunately, everyone, the crick
in the owl's neck

was more serious than we were

led to believe.

So, sadly, obviously, we'll be
having a service

for the owl after our service.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So here we go. Usual stuff.

I've brought you all here because
one of you is the murderer.

Yada, yada, yada. Gone through all
the clues

and so on and so forth and it's
Glen.

Excuse me?

Let's look at the facts, Glen.

You're weird.

And there's, like, tons of daddy
issues,

so you killed of your dad.

Then when you found out Bob had done
a DNA test

to prove that you weren't actually
Phil's real son,

you killed him as well.

To cover it up.

It's dead easy. Sorry, I...

I'm not Dad's real son?

But he was everything I am. Every
atom of my being

is him and wanting to be him.

Oh.

Gemma?

Gem?

Gem Gem?

Over here. Oh.

I'm loving the high energy of your
presentation,

but I think you've missed the mark.

Who am I?

OK, OK, OK.

I'm just getting warmed up.

So I can now reveal

that the murderer is...

Over here, it's Alex.

Me?

Are you an actual idiot?

Oh. Butter wouldn't melt, would it?

All you were interested in were the
handbags that Daddy bought you,

but Alex, sweet, confused,

evil Alex,

handbags aren't love, are they?

Hey?

And because Daddy wouldn't give you
real love,

he had to die, so he couldn't give
it to anyone else.

I would never hurt Daddy.

Bumping off Bob would raise your
share of the inheritance.

I think the police will be very
interested to hear that.

And what about all your debts?

You were getting hassles about final
demands, weren't you?

Have you ever heard of a thing
called inheritance tax?

Ah. It says that 40% of Daddy's
estate goes to the taxman

on his death.

Why would I kill him for the money,

just to give nearly half of it to
the Inland Revenue?

Surely I would just have him sell
the company

or keep the holdings offshore.

Cayman Islands are quite good at
that sort of thing.

That way, I'd nearly double what I
stood to gain.

Oh.

I did not know that. No, I know you
didn't and it's terribly unfair of

me to expect that you did. It has
noting to do with jeggings.

But I also have another spanner

to throw in your loosely constructed
works.

I have an alibi.

Hm?

Nanny was stroking my hair all
night,

weren't you, Nanny? Mm-hm.

That's right.

I think it's time to stop all of
this.

Our family has been through enough
these past two days.

It's starting to sound like everyone
needs an early nap time

and Gemma is dangerously close to
going on the naughty step.

One minute for every year of your
age.

How long will you be on there,
Gemma?

40...

7. It's not 47.

Right.

All right. She's got an alibi, so
have you,

she was stroking a grown woman's
hair all night,

which is a perfectly healthy

thing to do. Oh, I don't know.

I'm out of ideas.
I don't know who's killed who

or what or how or ugh.

You weren't stroking her hair all
night, were you?

Of course I was.

No, you dafty.

Remember? I saw you about midnight.

You came past the buffet all out of
breath and that.

I offered you a custard slice with
salted caramel sauce.

Delicious, by the way.

You just sculled past me like I
wasn't even there.

What about yesterday lunchtime,
Freddie?

Was she near the buffet then? No.

Lunchtime is when they light the
barbecue by the lake.

I offered you a quarter pounder with
cheese.

You ignored me then as well.

Nanny? Why have you lied?

He's right. She did it. She killed
our father.

My father. It's too soon.

No, no, no.

Nanny is love, remember?

And that's why you did it, didn't
you?

It wasn't for the love of the
children.

I'm over here.

You did it

for a different kind of love, didn't
you?

Phil's love.

You worked for him for decades

and all he ever saw you as was a
hired help.

He never saw the woman

with feelings, emotions

and incredibly sensible hair.

35 years I loved him.

35 years.

And what did I get in return?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Wife after wife after wife.

I thought eventually he'd see me for
who I am

and what we could be together.

But once she turned up,

I knew he'd never look at me that
way.

I'd wasted my whole life on that
man.

I'm a powerful presence.

I won't apologise for that.

But what about Bob?

Bob knew how I felt.

He knew it was me.

But he was going to give me up,

take me away from all of you.

SHE SOBS

Hang on. Did I solve the murder?

No. I did.

Eventually. No, no, no.

I think I did, you know?

Mum, will you tell him?

Freddie's saying he's solving my
murders.

Chum, chum, chum, chum.

Mum.

It's not fair.

So, what did I miss?

I'm the arresting officer. Have to
take Nanny down the station.

So I'll miss the wedding, Gemma.

Oh, but don't feel bad.
It's worked out, really,

because I didn't want to be here in
the first place.

That, and I'm more hungover than
I've ever been.

Don't worry, girls.

Mummy's here.

Mummy can manage just fine without
Nanny.

So what do you two generally like to
eat?

And when?

She taught us so many things.

Like how to use pulleys to lift
heavy things.

HE GROANS

HE SCREAMS
And the biology lessons.

Once she told us about how the human
brain is complex

and fragile.

Put that down. No! Nanny, please!
Nanny!

Nanny, no, I'll be a good boy, I'll
b a good boy.

HE SCREAMS
And she told us sometimes

it's for the best to keep secrets.

Yes.

Secrets.

Here Comes The Bride
by Richard Wagner

As for the crap weekend, at
least give me this.

And do you, Terry, take Gemma
Sharon Draper

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Definitely.

More than 100%.

"I do" is all you need to say.

No, it isn't.

But I understand you're pressed for
time.

And do you, Gemma,

take Terry Eustice Bremer

to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Oh.

Come on, love, don't waste his time.

I... Tony?

Tony, there you are.

I've been looking absolutely
everywhere for you.

What are you up to?

Ah, excuse me?

Who are you?

Me, love?

I'm his wife.

♪ There may be trouble ahead

♪ But while there's moonlight and
Music and love and romance

♪ Let's face the music and dance

♪ Let's face the music

♪ And dance. ♪

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