All language subtitles for Boxing.Day.2021.WEBRip.x264-ION10-English

Some might say
we're becoming a world without sentiment...

a world that's lost its magic.

Everything is known
at the tap of a button.

Everything we could possibly want
is readily available.

And yet, we've never been
more disconnected from one another.

I'd argue that,
with all of our airs and graces,

all of our pompous dressing up
of the truth,

what we yearn for most
is right next to us.

But we're unable
to remain still enough to reach out

and ask for its loving comforts.

We're so close to it,
that magic, everything we've wanted.

That feeling creeps in.

And we feel alone, petrified even.

"Despite all evidence
of past pains previously learned,"

despite life telling us
magic is not real,

"it whispers to us to try again."

Percy looks to Atlantis,
embracing for their final kiss.

What do you think?

- What am I gonna say? It's great.
- That's right.

It's a bit wordy for my taste,
but you're British.

You're born with a dictionary
attached to your ass.

Now, say Merry Christmas, Dave.

- Happy holidays, Dave.
- Happy holidays.

I just got you
on the biggest morning show in the UK,

on the hottest book sale day
of the year,

so you can promote
"Voyage to Atlanta."

- "Voyage to Atlantis".
- Right.

I dunno, mate. I...

A London Christmas sounds like
a bit of a nightmare to me.

Let's do Good Morning America instead.

Listen, you want it all, right?
You got to sell you, Melvin McKenzie,

the young, Black British writer
who's becoming an international success.

Ahh, bitch! I'm telling!

Jesus! Do you really need to say bitch
a hundred times at work?

Oh, don't get brand new
just 'cause you got a proper British boo.

A little Idris Elba.

You must not swear, darling... Wrong!

Look, if he wanted himself
some boring ass tea-and-crumpets chick,

he would've stayed his ass in England.

Instead he got you. And this!

You cannot say a word.

I am not ready
for anyone to know about this,

especially not one around here, so...

Ready? You was ready when
you was hopping that Georgia peach

on that English flag, talking about...

America

Sweet America

- Chantelle.-I put his baby in me

- Are you serious?
- Chantelle.

- Lisa...
- Yes, Brenda?

Peter Jackson? Oh, girl!

But a year in New Zealand?
I can't have a baby in New Zealand.

What you mean? This is huge.

The studio will probably give you
a nanny and a day care.

"Voyage to Atlantis."

This one's special, baby. I can feel it.

Oh!

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Baby...

I wanna be living

For the love of you

And all that I'm giving

Is for the love of you

Voice needs some work,
but, um... what do you think?

Oh, my God!

- You okay in there?
- No!

Baby, I am so sorry.

- I... I am just so, so sorry.
- Aw, don't apologise.

You only ruined the world's best proposal
with bad sushi belly.

Oh, are you okay?

Mm, I'm joking.

Listen, we could try again
when I get back from London.

Wait, you're going to London?

My agent says it's essential
to promote this bloody book.

So, just... You're going to London

during the holidays.
You just proposed to me.

It's the perfect opportunity for me to meet
your family, but you're not inviting me

- to come and meet your family?
- I don't even want to see my family.

Now's not the time to bring them
into what we've got,

especially if we want to enjoy it.

If not now, then-when, baby?

Wait, hold on. Is this about that, um...

that Boxing Day thingy-bobby-thing? Um...

The same Boxing Day thingy-bobby-thing

that's a post-Christmas tradition
for the McKenzie family?

Well...

Ooh, the same
Boxing Day thingy-bobby-thing

where your parents
announced their divorce

and you fled to America?

I wouldn't say fled.
I'd say chance at a new life.

Huh. Yeah, okay, I'm gonna skip it.

No, no, no, babe, listen. I'm being stupid.

I've met your family. They are lovely.
You should definitely meet my family.

It's just... I left things a bit... funked.

Funked? Very cute.

But with your wonderful Southern charm,

you may be able to save my life,
so please come, yes?

- Oh, come on, don't make me beg.
- Yeah.

I'm begging you. I'm begging you.

Smart move, Mr. McKenzie.

Mrs. McKenzie.

- Uh, let's pause on that.
- What?

I wanna try again.

You think you can beat
that beautiful proposal

you gave downstairs
with a band and shit.

I want it to be perfect.

Perfect fucks itself.

It will be perfect, okay?

So for now, young lady, that is my ring.

If you don't mind putting it back
in it's expensive-ass box,

the little section you gave me,
thank you very much.

There you go. Look at you, though. Mmm!

Oh, so is this what being your wife
is gonna be like?

Fun, isn't it?

Oh, babe.

You said you had a something to tell me?

Oh, uh... It's nothing. Night, baby.

See you in the future.

- What you saying, Ali?-We
doing nicknames now, yeah?

- Sorry, sorry Alison.-Ali's cute.
Where are you?

Just doing a little Christmas shopping
and things.

Better not be spending your money on me.

Hey! Now watch how a big man
spends their money, understand?

Hey!

What you doing blowing kisses
to my missus on the 'gram, fam?

What you talking about? What, Alison?
Oh, yeah, I liked a few pics.

- What's the matter with that?
- A few pics?

Big man, I'm seeing roses
and heart eyes and smiley faces.

And wagwan for the eggplants.
Wait, cuz. Do you think I'm an idiot?

She's a pretty lady.
I was showing her support.

- Furthermore, I swear you're not together...
- Hey!

My things are my things forever and ever.

Amen.

Wait, mandem. Back up.
Back up, back up, back up.

What you saying? You're trying to fight me?

- What's going on?
- I haven't said anything.

But if I was to bring up two things,
I wouldn't refer to Alison as a "thing,"

and secondly, Black on Black crime
has to end somewhere.

- This guy's taking the piss, fam.
- Bro, do you...

Hey! Joseph, Joseph. Wait!

It wasn't me, all right? It wasn't me.

My eggplant hit the like button.

Stop! Please!

- Answer your phone, man.
- What?

I... need... your...

Help!

- What's up, Big Batty?
- Shut up, man!

This is about Alison, isn't it?
I told you this would happen!

- Hey!
- Ohh...

- All right, I got you.
- Okay.

Joshua? Jermaine? What the backside?

- I'm sorry, Mum.
- You trying kill me?

- Auntie, we're sorry.
- Why are running like that?

Oh, this is... my friend.

- Hi.
- Hi, Richard.

- You must be Joshua.
- Josh.

Pleased to meet you, Josh.

So you guys have finally come
to help me with rehearsals?

Your sister was meant to help me.
Where is she?

I don't know,
probably babysitting a singer.

Yo, your brother was dumb, though.
Gigi is the thing.

Okay, grab some books

and start putting up
some of the decorations.

Christmas is days away.

- Ouch!
- Got ya!

Naomi, Stewart, stop it! Excuse me.

Come here, come here.
Why are you fighting?

So...

Will Dick be joining us
at this year's Boxing Day party?

Yeah, we thought it wasn't gonna happen
since you and Uncle Bilal broke up.

Well, it's time to revive it.

Family's family, despite our issues. Yeah?

Oh, no! Not Santa. Call your sister!

Well, call again, please.

I'm sorry,
Miss Pocahontas is not answering.

All right, just give me the key.

Sorry, we have a policy.
Miss Pocahontas is not...

Okay, stop with the dead Miss Pocahontas
talk, yeah? You sound tapped.

Her name is Georgia,
and she's gonna be late

for her press day at your hotel
because some dickhead wasn't smart enough

to cover his tracks
and another bored dickhead... you...

Won't give her assistant the key
to go and check on her safety.

- Oh, my God, have you checked on her safety?
- Her safety, ma'am?

I warned you
she was not in a good mental place.

And now you're refusing me
to go and check on a woman. What...

Is this a male dominance thing?

- I assure you, it's not...
- Okay!

Okay. Oh, my God!

You're gonna be the guy responsible
for a broken-hearted pop singer's fatality.

At Christmas time as well!

Please just...

- Take the key.
- Thank you.

Next time, hurry up.
That was way too much work.

Georgia?

- Georgia.
- Hmm?

Can you look at me?

Bruv, are you mad?
Everyone is on your side.

Online, the blogs,
even them racist newspapers.

Here, listen.

"Gangster Love Rat, Ian Gorgeous,
Just Lost His Mind and the Jackpot."

See? And here, comments
from the Shade Borough.

"We love you, Georgia!
Keep your head up, girl."

Literally, keep your head up.

Pretty girls have had no reason
to learn the head game

Ian was getting from them Miami things.

- Hashtag...
- Finish it!

"Hashtag, good sloppy keeps the cocky."
Are they mad?

- I can't give sloppy.
- Georgia!

- Bun da mandem.
- Bun da mandem?

Bun da mandem Bun da mandem

Bun da mandem

Oh, you're so stupid!

Come on, Gigi, man. You're lucky.

You're living your dreams.
The world loves you, thinks you're buff.

- Am I not buff?
- You're all right, but a lighty.

- They push lighties.
- You're out of order.

Maybe if you did keep
the Nigerian gap tooth,

you'd have a bit more culture,
but you're just light-skinned.

- Oi!
- Because, bruv, just any like lighty!

With your Brazilian curl!

Ooh!

Come here.

Why do I keep you around?

Because you love me.

- And because I tell you the truth.
- True.

So what am I gonna do?

What are you doing?

Pfft!

Mash-up a wasteman.

Are you serious?

Okay. Whoo!

Madam...

Oh, I love you.

Let's go.

Oh, baby, London's gonna be so magical.

I mean, it's all right.
It's not all tea and crumpets.

- Miserable most of the time.
- Damn, Scrooge.

I thought you were excited to take me
to the city where you the man.

I...
wrote a cult classic film back in 2017.

Oh, come to find out that this face
was just a little daytime soap star.

- Listen, man is the man back home.
- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah? I'm marrying a bad boy, huh?
- That's right.

That's what I'm in for
for the next 20 years?

Twenty years?

Baby, we live in Hollywood.
I wouldn't be surprised if, in our fifties,

we were headed
towards an expensive divorce.

Listen, I'm not getting married
just to get divorced.

Well, if you have my child,

then you really have the winning chip.

- You want us to have one of those?
- Baby...

They ruin life!

Do you know my dad's got one?
Sixty years old and got a one-year-old.

Nah. Irresponsible men
having children is a flop.

- Where you going?
- To the bathroom. I feel sick.

- Babe...
- No, no, you're making me sick.

- Babe, just...
- Apologise now.

- I'm sorry.
- No, not to me, Melvin.

You still mad at me?

It's been eleven hours, man.
We're in the city of dreams, mate.

Enjoy.

All right, well, as the future wife
of a very important writer,

I thought I'd tell you before the paparazzi
catch your face looking like butt, like...

Oh, wow. Okay, you weren't kidding.

Uh... I can't...

Yo! I think that's for me, big man.

Ian.

- Name's Gorgeous, bro.
- I'm not calling you Gorgeous, mate.

Why not? We're in a new world.

A man can call a man Gorgeous
and still be manly, right?

I'm all right.

Anyway, who's the beautiful lady?

Hi, I'm Lisa.

Lisa. Gorgeous.

You know, I caught your performance
at the VMAs.

It was very impressive.
You got real acting jobs.

- For real?
- Yeah. I'm a casting agent in L.A.

- Got an eye for this sort of thing.
- That's dope. Thank you so much.

- So how do you two know each other?
- We share a common history.

- He knows one of my ex-girlfriends.
- Basically, we share the same type.

- Ha! This guy's a fool.
- How's your missus doing

- after the tape leaked?
- Babe, do you mind finding the driver?

- Okay, sure.
- Thank you.

Well, it's a pleasure
meeting you, Gorgeous.

His name's Ian.

Pleasure.

See you got you
a little American ting, huh?

So I got to ask you,
which ones do it better?

How's Georgia? What's this type thing?

This guy. Man, you don't got to worry
about Georgia no more.

She's rich, bro. That's how she's doing.

And she can thank you
for that whole melancholy debut.

Shit, she even more famous
than the both of us now.

- I see Gorgeous.
- Let's get this picture.

- Thank you, mate. One more.
- Come on, man.

- Another one?
- There you go. Soak it up.

Oh, my God, is that Georgia?

You got cheated on
by that guy Gorgeous, bro.

I am a rose in a garden.

A pretty rose.

A very pretty rose.

Nothing can break your peace.

Nothing can break my...

Nothing can break...

Hello!

- Did you know Melvin was in London?
- What?

And he's posing with Gorgeous.

You got to stop lying to that guy, bro.
He's bareback ugly.

You're getting distracted.
Melvin is in London!

Mum?!

Mum?!

Shirley McKenzie.

Hello?

Okay, okay. This is why I've got affection
issues in my romantic relationships,

because you and dad ignored me growing up.

Aretha! Who's dead?

Did you know Melvin was back in London?

- Melvin's back in London?
- Go away! Fuck.

Don't smile, Mum. Don't smile, yeah?

His bougie ass is on the internet
posing with that dickhead

Georgia was going out with.

Oh, no. Well, she can do
a lot better than him anyway.

Even my mum thinks you can do better
than the golden child.

- I was talking about
the rapper.- Hi, Shirley.

Hello, Gigi, darling. How are you?

- Been better.- Oh, you'll be fine.

Your mum called and told me to tune in
to the Wake Up London show this morning.

I got it Sky recorded.

Oh, geez. That bloody shelf.

Um, tell your brother to call his mother.

- I am not calling him.
- Gigi.

Keep calm and carry on, my dear.

Georgia, book me an Uber to Soho.

Boobsy, are you serious?
You're the worst assistant ever!

- Just book it, bruv!
- Ugh!

Mum, you're acting bare weird, man!

You said there'd be no one here.

We could've gone to a hotel.

I'm too old to be booking into hotels
if I'm not on holiday.

You're not too old.

You're young and beautiful
and beyond perfection.

Such a kind man.

Now, kindly sneak out of my house,

so as not to make a scene with my children.

- Come on.
- Yes, ma'am.

Good, good, good.

Shh!

No, no, no.

Through the en suite.

No, that's Boobsy's room! Open the window.

Go on.

Go on, Richard. Go. There's a tree.

You can come back later. Go on!

No, no, no,

Shirley!

Shirley?

Yo, Boobs, let me come see you
and Georgia today.

Oh, you're so gassed off the hype, man.

Aretha, allow me. I'm trying to get advice
on this song I'm writing for a girl.

- What girl?
- Alison.

Alison? As in Joseph's thing, Alison?

Bruv, you crazy?
You can't check for your cousin's girl.

It's not even like that.
And they're not even together anymore.

Alison, yeah?

- She's cute still.
- Yes, sir!

All right. Come by in the afternoon.

Thanks, Boobs.

- And don't forget to call Melvin, yeah?
- Huh.

No!

Whoo!

Uh, excuse me? Yo, hello?

Are you mad? Excuse me, who are you?

Look, next time, I'm calling the police!

Will we be running into your ex as well?

My ex? No.

If I have it my way,
it'll be a quick in-and-out,

and then me gonna have you
all to myself still.

- Come here. Come here.
- Hmm. Hmm.

Listen. You carry on. All this is gonna be
inspiration for tonight's session.

Mm, mm, mm, baby.

Tonight's session...

Oh, you mean
when you're going like uh, uh, uh,

playing thumb war with yourself, huh?

- Aw!
- Yeah. Cocoa or Shea?

Wow. You're gonna do me like that?

Come on, babe.
It's just a little rub-and-tug.

Stop that weird accent.
What's the matter with you? Weird, man.

Come here. You know you like it.

What?

You know you like it.

Come on. Like Mary Poppins?

Ah!

- Jeez.
- Oh.

So when we meet my mum,
go with the Jamaican.

- Go Jamaican?
- Yeah, man. Shirley, what happened?

Okay. Shirley, what happened?
I wanna be with your son, man.

I wanna be with your son, man.

- Hello, madam, welcome to Soho Hotel.
- Why thank you.

- American. First time?
- Certainly is.

Well, allow me to extend the courtesy
of the most mannerable people.

- Ooh, finally, a true English gentleman.
- Really, mate?

Come on, fella,
got to give them what they paid for.

- Welcome to London, beautiful.
- I love it.

- You love me?
- I love you.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

I gotta go.

Hold on, let me smell you.

Mmm, smells like mine.

Good luck, Tiny Tim.

- You got to stop that shit. Immediately.
- Uh-uh.

- Oh, my God, are you okay?
- I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry, sorry.

Oh, wow! You're Georgia Folorunsho.

- Girl, I love your music, like love, love!
- Oh, thank you!

Yeah, still so new to me that
people know my face around the world.

Your face? I mean, practically
have made love to your music.

Wait. What? Seriously?

- You got me on the sex playlist?
- You know...

Sorry to interrupt, Miss.
Georgia, on a bit of a tight schedule.

You mind if I get a picture real quick?

- My fianc� won't believe I met you.
- Yeah, yeah. Of course.

- Thank you, yeah.
- Cool. So are you staying here or...?

Yeah. Me and my fianc�... boyfriend.

- Hopefully, I'll see you around.
- Yeah.

- All right. See you in the future.
- Oh.

- Mels!
- What's happening?

- Hi, babes. How are you?
- Hello!

Haven't seen you for ages!

- No, no.
- Just got off the plane?

Yes. Dedicated to see
your beautiful self this morning.

Oh, give it a rest. You dashed
us Londoners, remember? for Hollywood.

Fake bums, big tits, you know how it goes.

- Looking very nice today.
- Thank you very much.

- You look wonderful too.
- Okay, just save it.

We're just about to go live. One second.

We're live in five, four, three, two...

Melvin McKenzie may look familiar
to some of our viewers this morning

as the delinquent heartthrob
that was in Grange Hill.

Shirl! You didn't say Melvin was in town.

Look how him handsome like him father!

Does he know Gigi's performing?

He's turned now into a writer,
and he has opened the hearts of the nation.

He's here today to talk about his new book,

which is climbing
the pre-sale charts right now

and taking Hollywood by
storm, Voyage to Atlantis.

Melvin, thank you for coming. How are you?

Thank you for having me.
Wonderful to be with you.

Wait! Hush up, hush up! That's me nephew!

What do you know?

Hey! Celebrity!

Big-time superstar!

Do you think so?

I mean, I feel like it's because

maybe you're not as relevant
as you once were, I mean, over here.

In Hollywood, you're doing your thing,
but here, not so relevant.

- Hopefully after this book, eh?
- Yeah.

Together and speaking from the heart

Do you remember,
I think it was about four years ago,

when I used to have
this really big crush on you?

Yeah. I heard that American girl say...

Brenda. Hi, how are you?

Yeah, we just landed a couple hours ago.

I... I haven't really had time
to make a decision.

But I am...

He falls in love with an alien
in human form.

Oh, okay.
So would you say that this book

is almost like a metaphor
of your real life?

Actually, Zeze, yes. As you know,
I moved to America two years ago,

and... I fell in love
with this beautiful American woman.

American?!

Me will find you
a nice Jamaican girl, a church girl!

Know plenty girls' numbers. Call me!

What, you couldn't find
no British girl now?

British girls not good enough for you?

I'm just joking.
Just a little bit of morning fun.

Anyway, Melvin,
thank you so much for coming on.

- No, I'm just happy to see you.
- I'm sure you are.

Anyway, I hope that this is gonna be a hit.

And you're welcome to come back
any time you want, okay?

Merry Christmas, Zeze.
Thank you for having me.

Thank you. Don't go anywhere.
You're really gonna like this next one.

Speaking of the Christmas spirit,

up next, we have my favourite new singer.

She is literally taking the world by storm

with five chart-topping songs
this year alone.

Do not listen to the blogs.
My girl is on fire.

Please welcome to the stage
Georgia Folorunsho!

This should be controversial.

Merry Christmas, London.

Feels like I've been through every phase

From heartbreak, honeymoon, and teenage

Thought growing up
Would make it change

But it don't, oh

- The thing about loving you that's so hard
- See that look on your face? It's regret.

You're always so close yet so far

I just can't keep playing
This part anymore...

You proper work for her now.

- What you doing in London?
- Hello to you, Boobsy.

Mm-mm. Don't call me that.
What are you doing here?

I'm home for the holidays.

"I'm home for the holidays."
Wow, you even sound like them!

- This isn't the time or place, okay?
- Okay, then you are all image, bruv,

because you ain't been home in two years,

so who are you to chat to me
about time and place?

I'm not having this argument here.

Okay, yeah, all right.
Walk away then, coward.

Just like you did to Georgia.

I gave you love I can never...

Oi, dickhead! Mum wants to see you.

- Laters, Auntie.
- You gone?

- I'm gone.
- You only come here to see Alison.

Thank you for gifts, babe.
Make sure you shout me

when you're done, you know.

He bought you gifts.

What was I supposed to do, dash them away?

Yo, Jermaine. It's time to go bigger.

I'm gonna tell him, just...

I'm gonna tell him, just... after I meet
his family. I'm gonna tell him, just...

I'm gonna tell him,
just... after I meet his family.

Bitch, what meeting his family
got to do with you having his child?

Come Juneteenth,

your ass gonna be wobbling
around New Zealand

- with swollen feet.
- Oh...

You ain't told him about New Zealand?!

It's complicated. Okay?
Melvin isn't really the have-a-kid type.

He looks at babies
like they're possums or something.

I want kids. I just...

I dunno, I...

Right now, I want the job more.

Oh God, is that bad?

Hey, ultimately, your choice.

But he needs to know.

Shit, make his ass
a house husband.

Yo, tell me
you've at least opened your windows

and sung "Spice Up Your Life".

Don't be out there pretending.

You know them Spice Girls was the shit
when we were growing up.

That's how I got my name, Ms. London.

- Now tell me your name?
- Girl.

Ha-ha. Bitch, say it.

- Miss Best Buy.-Ha-ha!

Miss Best Buy me a ring
If you want this pretty thing

Better buy me all I see
If you tryna' talk to me

To me, to me...

All right. All right.

Bye, Chantelle.

- Oh, wow. Uh...
- From Mr. McKenzie.

Thank you. Oh my gosh. Sorry.

Hold on, let me get some cash.

- No, that won't be necessary, madam.
- Oh.

- Merry Christmas.
- Oh. Merry Christmas.

Aw.

Wow!

"Welcome to London, my darling.
I love you. Keep digging."

Ooh! Yes, I'm gonna eat this.

Oh my... What?

What is this? Oh, my God.

What is this?

Yo, it's DJ Melvin right now introducing
a bit of old-school London vibes

to the wifey named Lisa. S-s-s-selecta!

London!

- Wow!
- Oh!

- I guess you got your surprise.
- That was so romantic.

- Brownie points?
- Major, major brownie points.

Let me show you.

Oh. You're doing that weird throat thing.
What's wrong?

Listen, I need to talk to you
about something

before we go and see my mum.

- I saw my sister at BBC.
- Oh, how did that go?

Um, I just want to talk to my mum

- while it's just us three.
- Oh.

- You ready?
- Uh, I just ordered brunch.

Can we cancel it, please?

- Uh huh. Okay.
- Thank you, babe. Appreciate it.

Hello.

Hi. Um, I just ordered
some food to my room, penthouse 113.

- Can I get that to-go instead?
- Certainly.

- Thank you.
- This day can't get any worse.

Oh. Georgia, hey!

She's not in the mood
to be famous now.

- Aretha, it's okay, I met... Lisa?
- Yes.

- Lisa earlier on.
- I'm sorry, I just...

I wanted to introduce you to my fianc�,
but I can see now is not the right time.

- And they say Americans aren't quick.
- Aretha, man!

Lisa, I love love.
I'd love to meet him.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- She said yes.
- Okay. Okay, well...

He's just right over there. Melvin!

Wow, fam! It just got worse.

One moment.

- Melvin?
- Georgia?

Mels, I've been trying to call you.

- Melvin!
- Melvin!

Baby, wait! Melvin!

Melvin?!

Georgia, wait.

Hey, Gigi.

What the hell's wrong with you?
Oh my God.

Georgia, I'm so, so sorry. This is
my stupid idiot of a fianc�, Melvin.

Boobsy, go after her.

We've had sex to her music!

I told you to change the song.

I can't believe you didn't tell me
that Georgia... the Georgia Folorunsho...

- Is your ex-girlfriend.
- I didn't think that was important.

If it wasn't, then why didn't you tell me
that your ex is a superstar

and fucking gorgeous?

She's beautiful. And American.

Georgia, you're buff, bruv.

Look at you, look. Your face
is on the front page, right there.

How did you not know
your brother was engaged?

I didn't see no ring.
She's chatting shit, man.

Lisa, it is in the past.

She is friends with your sister!
She is very much part of your life.

- I've not spoken to Gigi in forever.
- Oh, Gigi?

You and Gigi? You and Gigi haven't talked?
No, okay, no. You and Gigi.

- Everyone calls her that.
- I get it.

But clearly, you don't get it.

No, I don't. Five minutes ago you were
switchin' over some butters rapper.

Melvin is not Ian, Aretha.

Melvin is Melvin.
We were supposed to work it out.

He's supposed to see me on all
the billboards, see all my success,

and become so distressed by what he lost,
he'd fly to England and beg for me back.

And then I'd pretend for six months
that I wasn't interested,

when I clearly fucking am.

And then we'd cry together on the
South Bank as he proposed to me.

I thought I was over this shit.

Is your mum close to her?

Well...

Melvin?

Kind of, maybe a little bit.

My mum
and her mum are best friends.

I wanna go home.

- This house on the right?
- Yes.

Lisa, I promise you...

I promise you, if this doesn't go right,
you can go home.

But I'm coming with you,
because I love you and you are my home.

That sounds like a line from your book.

Lisa. Babe, come on.

Please. Come here. Just... Lis? Lis?

Good luck, mate.

Your mother knows she's meeting me, right?

- I didn't...
- Oh.

- Hello, son!
- Hello, Mum.

- You look good. Look at you.
- Oh!

And you must be the lovely young lady
he spoke about on National TV?

Yes. Hi, I'm Lisa. It's such a pleasure
to meet you, Mrs. McKenzie.

- Welcome. Welcome.
- Who's at the door?

Two years, boy!

You finally bring your ass home
to see your family.

Where you get them punches from?

I used to ring your father
and Uncle Leo's necks

when they would answer me back,
God rest Leo's soul.

- Wow, flipping hell. Really?
- Mind your mouth.

- Ow! What are you doing?
- You want me to bust your lip?

How are you, Melvin?

Hi, Auntie Caroline. Long time.

Well, she's bloody gorgeous, isn't she?

- Do you fancy a drink, darling?
- Oh my God, yes.

A virgin cocktail would be amazing.

Well, we don't have any of those.
This is a virgin-free zone

You gotta make
the picture good, man.

I've got you, cuz. I've got you.

- What?
- Stop acting, Boobsy, man.

- You're not a real assistant.
- Who you talking to?

You said I could talk to Georgia
about this writing.

- Well, tings change, sorry, bye!
- No, Boobs, hold on, wait!

- What happened to you lot...
- Do your ting, cuz!

Juicy bum, get off of me!

Georgia! Georgia!

Georgia, it's Josh.

George, what the hell?!

- What are you doing in my room?
- Trying to survive the dragon queen.

- You busted my lip, man.
- Sorry.

Who you trying to hurt,
Melvin or Gorgeous?

I know you didn't break into my room
to talk about my feelings, Josh.

Actually, um...

I kinda did.

You're like a superstar, Georgia. Legit.

Like, everyone loves you.

You and Melvin
was a big 'ting to this family.

The kinda 'ting that inspired us
young lot to...

to get off the bare gyal 'ting, and...

and find ourselves a Georgia.

Everyone for sure thought
you two were gonna get married.

Melvin messed up, man.

Anyway, all that to say,

there's this girl.

She's a little bit older than me,
but I like her, man.

She's got this twinkle about her that
gets me kinda drunk when I look at her.

Yeah, her ex is trying
to act like they're still together but...

I wanna hold her hand
through the changes.

I wanna lay it all on the line,

and with a bit of luck,
we'll be something special.

Anyway, since got the love bars,

I thought maybe
you could help me out with the words.

Josh, I couldn't write you anything
as beautiful and honest as that.

You got a mad right hand.

But you're all right, Georgia.

Be honest. Go talk to her.

Mad thought. Maybe it's worth
you being honest about Melvin.

Aw! He looks so cute in this picture.

Oh, who's he playing with?

Oh, that's my GiGi.
Well, they were very close at one point.

Very close, but you know, life goes on.

You remember that fight in the bathtub?

Georgia came too close!

You would have thought
they'd grow old together.

Yeah.

Sorry, which way is the restroom, please?

- Oh, it's just at the top of the stairs.
- Okay, thank you, excuse me.

I remember that day.

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We were all so proud of you.

Yeah, it was a good day.

Hmm.

Why did you come home, Melvin?

It's been almost two years.

Sending gifts, making excuses, why now?

I've found someone I love,
and I wanted her to know my family.

- Did you not love Georgia?
- Yes, I loved Georgia, jeez.

And were you not going to announce
your engagement on Boxing Day?

- And whose fault that?
- Your father's.

Your father impregnated
another woman, Melvin.

You had to announce that
in front of the fam

the day I was supposed
to propose to the woman I love.

Love? Or loved?

Hmm.

You just left me, son.

What was I supposed to do,
stay and be your husband?

- Hey.
- Boy...

It's getting late.
Think we should start heading out?

Oh, no, Lisa, you must stay.

Christmas Eve tomorrow,
the family will be over.

Our family don't celebrate Christmas.

No. But they want to celebrate
you coming home.

- You're deeply loved, you know, son.
- Is it?

And it's the perfect
time to introduce Lisa.

- Oh, Mrs. McKenzie, I...
- Shirley, please.

Oh, Shirley.
Um, I don't have any clothes.

You can borrow Boobsy's.

And I'll arrange for your stuff
to be brought over tomorrow.

Shirley, we're gonna be late. Let's go!

We gotta go now. We got to head off
to Georgia's pop-up concert.

Oh, Georgia Folorunsho has a concert?

You a fan?

- We've got extra tickets.
- We gotta be going. I gotta show you...

No, no, no. We would love to go.

Melvin knows
what a big fan I am of Georgia.

Oh, that's lovely. Well, let's get going.

- Come on, Smelly, quickly.
- Yeah. Come on, Smelly, quickly.

Georgia!
Georgia! Georgia! Georgia!

Georgia! Georgia! Georgia!

- A lot's changed in two years.
- I can see.

How are you feeling?

Why are we doing this?

Doing what?
You should be happy she blew up.

Boy, you better clap for her.

Merry Christmas, guys!

- Thank you for coming to hang with me.
- We love you, Georgia!

And I love you back.

I know many of you have seen
the headlines.

And if you're waiting for me to respond,

you're gonna wait a long bloodclot time!

Bun a wasteman!

Bun a wasteman!

Let's have some fun.

- Hold on. I have to take this.
- Shall I come?

The moment I wake up

Before I put on my makeup

I say a little prayer for you

I'm combing my hair now

And wondering what dress to wear now

I say a little prayer for you

Forever and ever
You'll stay in my heart

And I will love you
Forever and ever

We never will part
Oh, how I love you

Together, together
That's how it must be

To live without you

Would only be heartbreak for me

I run for the bus, dear,

And while riding, I think of us, dear

I say a little prayer for you

At work, I just take time

And all through my coffee-break time

I say a little prayer for you

Forever and ever

You'll stay in my heart
And I will love you

Forever, and ever
We never will part

Oh, how I love you
Together, together

That's how it must be to live without you

Would only mean heartbreak for me,

My darling, believe me

For me, there is no one

No one but you

Please love me too

I'm in love with you

Answer my prayers now, baby

Say you love me too

Answer my prayers now, baby

My baby

Forever, and ever,
You'll stay in my heart

And I will love you
Forever and ever

We never will part
Oh, how I love you

Together, together,

That's how it must be to live without you

Would only bring heartbreak for me

For me

Did you have sex with her on this bed?

Are you dat? Are you dat?

Hey!

So come, come, come, bring it.

Yes, yes, yes.
Straight out of the kitchen, Auntie.

Let me know what you think.

How y'all put too much curry on di goat?

Mi know say your mother not teach
to cook curry like Indian people.

Oh, I love me an Indian curry.

Caroline, I love Indian food too.

But if mi did want small island,
Vincy-style curry,

mi woulda get Janet to cook it!

- You'll see, you Yardies...
- What you call me?

Yardie! You're back-of-the-yard people.

All mouth and no class.

Oh yeah? Janet!

If it wasn't
for we loudmouth Jamaican Yardies,

you couldn't even feel comfortable
walking the streets of England!

True that.

Iyeee!

You see this move here?

Mi call it fool-fool style.

All that song and dance,
and he ain't even finished the game!

Jammo. Jamaicans,
they make a show of everything.

- Where is Mr. Hollywood?
- Behave yourself, Clint.

No, no, no. I want to see the big shot,

come back to his poor Jamaican family
with his American princess.

Who does he think he is, Prince Harry?

So you're Jamaican now?

I'm Jamaican. I'm Jamaican.

Where do you think it is
that you come from?

Is it not Nigeria?

Whatever. You know,
this boy is just like his father.

Jumps onto the next best thing,

leaving his roots
for some ditsy, air-headed American girl.

I mean, is she Black, eh?

Confirm for me
that she is at least Black.

Your wife is white, mate.

Me and Caroline got married
at a very hard time in this country.

Now it is just fashionable.

Oh, she is most definitely Black.

You must be Uncle Clint.

Relax, I love putting names to faces.

And there are pictures of you guys
all over the house.

You're Uncle Kirk, right?

Um, yes, that's me.

You're a looker, aren't you?

Oh, you're pretty handsome yourself
in real life.

You won't know me.
These wankers don't put me on the walls.

Too handsome.

But you can forget
about all that uncle stuff.

Oh, so just Billy then?

Or Bill. Depends how close you wanna get.

I like Billy.
That's a cute name for an uncle.

G'wan, girl!

Melvin get himself a goddess to 'rass.

She is stunning.

- But so is my Gigi.
- Much better.

You think me ah go sit here
and listen to you chat nonsense

about the man's woman, huh?

Caroline! Georgia and the boy
know each other since them children.

Sometimes, growing up means growing apart.

And she rich, man!
With she rich rapper man.

Josh, boy! Pour me some rum now.

This is a serious game, you know?
I'm not sure it's for you Yankees.

Well, are we gonna play,
or are you too soft like pum pum?

She can play. I taught her well.

- What?
- Family!

- Yes, it's Melvin, baby! Mel Money.
- Mr. Hollywood.

Everyone get back. I can smell
the city of sin on his clothes.

- Uncle Clint, I missed you the most.
- Mm-hmm.

Yes! Good to see you still.

Hi, Lisa, I'm Joshua,
the handsome younger brother.

Well, I'm so sorry we didn't meet first,

but obviously,
a man's taken now, you get me?

But maybe in a new life, yeah, babe? Aah!

What's up?

Bro, we need some Wray and Nephew.

- I'm on vacation. Where's Boobsy?
- Somewhere with You Know Who.

- Okay, Mum?
- She's not here. Call her.

- You call her.
- No, you call her.

Oh, no. I'll call her.
But you can deal with the aunties.

Gigi.

I'll call her.

- Baby, I'm gonna call my mum quickly, okay?
- G'wan. We don't need you here, English boy!

Tell her to bring Red Stripe!

There's an impromptu party at your place

where your estranged son
is going to introduce

- his secret fianc�e and...
- Girlfriend.

- They're pretending they're not engaged.
- Right.

And I've got a feeling that she's pregnant
and Melvin doesn't know.

- Wow.
- Uh huh.

And... and why do you think that?

- Mothers know these things, single man.
- Uh huh.

Right. And you think that...
that with all this going on,

that you introducing me... Yeah?

Introducing us is gonna be
the controversy of the night?

- Yep!
- My God, why?

Darling, please
don't make me state the obvious.

Yeah, but they sort of...
They kind of know already, don't they?

Well, kind of, sort of knowing
is not the same

as me going, "Hey,
this handsome white man is mm..." Yeah.

- Hey, hey, hey! My boyfriend!
- Smelly!

How's the party going?
How's Miss Lisa?

She's talking
in a horrific Ja-fake-can accent.

- And the uncles are loving it, and
her.-Well, it can be a challenging,

adapting to a new culture.

People are often afraid of the unfamiliar.

But if it's worth it, it's worth it, Mum.

Listen, we need
more Wray and Nephew and Red Stripe.

- I'm already on it. Shit.
- All right.

Oh, God.

- Look, Melvin, I'll see you at home.
- All right. Bye.

We're friends, okay? Just friends, okay?

- Shirley?
- Good evening, Bilal.

How is it you look more beautiful than
the 19-year-old girl that I married, eh?

What you're seeing is happiness.

- Single life will do that to you.
- Is that so?

- Bilal. How are you?
- Richard. Very well, thanks.

- I'm Shirley's husband...
- Ex.

- Ex-husband.
- Yeah.

You know what they say, Richard?

"Children keep you married for life."

- You know what I'm saying?
- Children keep you locked for life.

- Isn't that what they say?
- Well...

Love, marriage, relationships.

- All a matter of perspective.
- Hmm.

I seem to remember
that it was your perspective

that was the issue
in the first place, Bilal.

Do you see how she still loves me,
Richard, eh?

Look, I'll just... go to the checkout.

- Good to meet you.
- Mmm.

Hmm? I didn't know
you liked vanilla in your tea.

- What on earth are you talking about?
- Isn't that a white man?

That is a Richard.
And so what if he is?

- How is it even your business?
- Any change?

- We're singing for charity.
- Oh, no, no.

- Please don't sing.
- Oh, yes, please. I love a song.

Sing, thanks.

Deck the hall with boughs of holly...

Shirley. It stopped being my business
a long time ago.

But tell me something.

Do our children know
that you and the white man are...?

Oh. They don't know? Hmm.

I gotta get some extras.

- You're not coming to my house?
- Yes, of course.

- Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la!
- Boobsy invited me.

I gotta see my boys.
It's been a long while.

And how is your other son, Bilal?

The baby's fine.
Haven't seen him for a while either.

You know, I spend most of my days
just feeling sorry...

Sing her another song, eh?

Silent night

I'll see you at home, hmm?
Bring the white boy.

The white boy?

Richard is busy, thank you very much.

Oh, do shut up!

Gigi, I think he's really into this girl.
I'm just warning you.

- Didn't see the way he looked at me.
- Don't get gassed.

You're not welcome
round here no more.

- What's she doing here?
- I dunno.

No. What are you doing here?

- It's a family affair!
- Yes!

- You are right. Shit.
- I have to pass, man!

- Wagwan, family!
- What? The superstar has come home!

- My daughter, my pride and joy.
- Dad! How are you?

Can I please have your autograph
so I can sell it and get rich quick?

- Love you too, Dad. Come here.
- Get off.

Oh, Mum!

Stand your ground. This is old news.
You are today's newspaper.

- Where are you going, pretty girl?
- Auntie Valerie.

Auntie Valerie. Have you met
Melvin's new lady Lisa?

Yeah, I briefly met the soon-to-be
Mrs. McKenzie yesterday.

Oh, we're not engaged.

Oh, sorry, must've missed a beat.

Well, that's a little odd
for someone of your gifts.

Nothing wrong with my hearing.
Hollywood tends to embellish the truth.

- What have you done?
- I didn't know she was gonna be here.

- Yes, you did, man.
- Yeah, I did still.

Well, as a fan of your music
and now meeting you,

sometimes the truth can be disappointing.

What did she just say?

Yo! Josh! Josh!

Big tune!

Come on, Josh!

Devil music!

When you were 16, I thought
you'd never get no pum pum.

Uncle, stop.

Look at you now.

You know people is gonna 'rass!

Hollywood, baby! You made it!

Oh, you love a party, eh?

- Daddy!
- Baby

Yes!

Does mum know you got a key?

Nothing like a welcome home
from the McKenzie family.

I bring peace, joy, Red Stripe,
and Wray and Nephew.

All right! You are welcome then!

- That's my dad.
- You're a scholar and a gentleman, Bilal.

Yes, man. Come in!

Oh! Well...

Two beautiful ladies gracing our presence.

I honour both your energies.

Georgia, I'm proud of you.

- Bilal, I missed you.
- Aw!

And you must be the lady
I heard about on National TV.

- Bilal.
- Lisa.

Wow. Gorgeous!

Welcome.

You know, I sing in a band.

Papi, you still know how
to make an entrance, oh.

Look at you, you Black bastard!

- Oi!
- Billy!

Let's get busy! Come on!

Now go curry this goat. Come on!

Boobsy, you're putting on weight!

Look at it! Look at it outside.

Aren't you going to say anything?

What is there to say?

- You're embarrassed by me.
- Ugh!

Why am I embarrassed by you, Richard?

Because I am not of your culture.

You're not Black.

And that matters to who?

- Well, it might matter to my kids.
- I've hardly met your kids.

Their father, so pretty much my kids.

- So this is about...
- Bilal?

- Richard.
- No. Come on.

Well, he's very... bloody...

Well, he's very bloody charming, isn't he?

He is. He's very impressive.

- I like him.
- It's not about Bilal.

Look, I've raised my children
in a different time.

And during that time...

raising Black children was challenging.

You know, to...

It was challenging to teach them

to be open and loving to everyone

and, at the same time, take pride
in who they saw in the mirror.

When you we have that self-love,

you very often choose a partner

that is the mirror image of that self-love.

And by that, I'm not saying that,
by choosing you...

Don't laugh.

- Oh, look, I don't know.
- I love you.

I love you.

Okay.

Well...

With all my heart I love you, baby

Stay with me

And you will see my arms

Will hold you, baby

Never leave, 'cause I believe

I'm in love, sweet love

Hear me calling out your name

I feel no shame

I'm in love, sweet love...

- Yo, bro. Whoa. Fam, wagwam?
- Oh, sh...

- Is Joseph here?
- Why the hell would Joseph be here?

You said he wouldn't be home.

Jermaine. Jermaine, look at me.

Hey, look at me!

Did he see the painting?

Shit!

Ahh. Oh boy.

God bless Jamaica.

Jehovah bless Jamaica.

Don't nobody start your politics.
Just start the game.

You must call Him by his name, oh.

- Who said God's a he?
- Oh, here we go. Please!

Don't give us none
of this new-age hippie bullshit.

Melvin, come on, fella,
talk to your missus.

I'm just saying. Men don't create life.
They don't bring a child into this world...

- They destroy them.
- Amen!

So, just maybe, God is a woman.

Lisa will play on my team.

Bilal, the game is now serious.
Are we involving the women?

Excuse me?

We are involving the women.

Georgia, come join your father.

Dad, I wouldn't want to embarrass anyone.

Well, I'm new to the game, so don't worry.

Well, it's not just a game to this family.

I'm a quick learner,
especially when the stakes are so high,

and family is everything to me.

And yet, you decided
to spend your time with us.

Well, that's because
this family is growing, Georgia.

Don't worry, I won't take much space.

- Has anyone got any whisky?
- Drink rum, man!

Rum!

- What are you guys doing?
- No, no, no, no. Please, please!

Hollywood Melvs, ya know. Wagwan?

How you doing, Joseph?

"How you doing, Joseph?"

Bruv, do you know what?
I can't even say you sold out.

You've been committed to sounding
like a white man from day.

What's good though, gold chains?

What's LA saying?
Any white girls? Beach babes?

Bring me in, bro.

- Ain't got no time for this. All right?
- Melvs! Melvs, book me a flight!

- What's the matter with you lot?
- Family!

How we say? Me deya!

Lisa, it's not your turn.

- Oh, sorry!
- But I like the spirit.

A bit premature for a victory dance.

Not when you already know
the outcome of the game.

- Babe, we should get home?
- Back off.

Back off.

Um, step in, man dem.

- Come on. Wagwam, cuz? You all right?
- Yeah.

All right, so... Oh!

What you lot saying though?

You all right?

You lot eaten? Huh?
You lot need to eat, man.

Look at this stuff.

Beautiful, isn't it? So buff.

I love it. I love it.

- So wagwan. What you lot saying?
- No, listen...

Come here, wagwan?

You all right? It's cool. It's cool, cuz.

'Cause I'm the dickhead. Yeah?

I'm the dickhead chasing you
through Westfield,

whose warning you won't heed.

I'm the dickhead whose
girl broke up with me

because of my little cousin.

So thank you, bruv.

She did? It's official?

- Do you want me to...
- Joseph, You don't want to do this.

You don't really love her.
It's just your ego, my bro.

Yo, you know you're my cousin, init.
And it's Christmas for God's sake!

Technically, Christmas
is a time for giving.

And forgiving.
And plus she liked Josh's paintings.

That you painted for her,
lickle fassie-hole. Shut up.

- Oh, shit.
- Dedicated.

Oi! Ya fucking...

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yes, baby!

Show me your strength!

Wagwan? Yeah!

What's going on? What's going on?

Let's go, go on. Show me what you're on.

Wagwan.

Come on, cuz! Come on.

Hey, no, no, no!

Pick another one, man.
Mum will kill us.

Yes, okay. Yeah. That's true.

Trying again.

Come on, Bilal! Send it!

Make sure you study
your opponent, you know.

I dunno, Uncle Kirk.
She's looking kind of shook.

Watch how she disappoints
her country.

Baby girl, we don't shiver nor shake
where I'm from.

- What are you saying? What are you saying?
- Domino, shawty! What's happening!

- Give me five, Georgia.
- Hey! Hey!

Another glass.

- You're not gonna drink with us?
- I'm good for now.

It's just that Wray and Nephew
is a family tradition.

- Are you religious? Muslim?
- Muslim?

Who bring Muhammad in this house?

Actually, my family actually leans
a bit more towards African spirituality.

- Juju!
- Voodoo business!

A little advice, you're gonna have
to get down with traditions of this family.

I think I'll be all right.

Just a little advice
to keep your man happy.

That's funny coming
from someone who can't keep a man.

Excuse me?

Listen, you American fantasy.
You know nothing about what I can do.

If Bilal and Miss Shirley never split,
you'd never have met.

- You're a rebound, a convenience.
- Georgia!

No, no, no. Hey, it's cool.
Let's cut the bullshit.

Oh, it's cut.

You're hurt. I get it.
You didn't know I existed.

Maybe you thought you two would someday
find your way back to each other,

and I'm sorry for that,
but that's not the way this story ends.

- Georgia, come on, darling.
- You sure about that?

You're not even sure if you've got a ring.

Little girl,

I'm sure that you weren't even a thought
before yesterday.

- Well. G? G... Georgia?
- Oh, no, Georgia.

Georgia!

- Caroline, come and sit down.
- Are you okay?

I should go.

If God was a woman, we'd all be fucked.

- Hey.
- Whoa. Hey.

I forgot how cute you are
when you're nervous.

I'm not nervous.

All alone with your ex in your garden,

family and fianc�e
on the other side of the door.

- I'd say it's okay to be nervous.
- Yeah.

I saw the way you looked at me last night.

Yeah, it's crazy.
You're a superstar now, Georgia.

Do you remember what you said to me
when you first asked me out?

Choose me.

Lisa? Lisa!

Lisa! Lisa!

Lisa, please!
Lisa, wait, wait, wait! Please!

- Baby? Babe, listen.
- No!

Babe, that was a mistake.

Stop. So Is that why
you didn't tell me about her?

- Because you two were still in love?
- I love you. That's it!

- It doesn't have to be a big deal.
- What? God!

She still loves you!
They all love her and you know!

- Just... This is a big fucking deal, Melvin!
- Listen to me, darling, I promise you.

- It's just me and you, okay?
- No!

- No. No.
- It's just you and me, babe. I promise you.

Believe that, please!

You have just shown me
in the worst kind of way

that it has never been just you and me.

I've been so worried about what you want.

I got a great job opportunity
in New Zealand.

I'm taking it.

Lisa! Lisa...

Lisa!

- Hey, Melvin!
- What!

- Look!
- What happened?

- Gigi. Gigi, Gigi.
- No!

- Has anyone got a key? Anyone got a key?
- What did you do to her? Huh?

You Hollywood bastard!
You come back after all these years

- and no apology.
- Relationships end!

The son will inherit
the sins of the father.

Just because your father shitted
on your life does not mean

you get to shit on my daughter!

Who are you talking to?
Who are you talking to?

Respect your elders now.
How dare you, idiot!

- Boobsy, don't...
- 'Unno, behave yourself.

- What?
- Yes, Uncle.

Ohh!

This was a Versace!

Come on, let's do this.

Oi!

Are you taking the piss?
Leave you in my house and you go...

Oh, God! Shirley!

Oh, Lord have mercy!

- Hey, Shirley, you're lucky.
- Lucky?

- I've got my nativity show tomorrow.
- Don't worry about that. It'll be all right.

Yeah, Mum, we could help you
with that as well, and Boxing Day.

Oh? Now you wanna help me, Aretha?

Wow. Okay?

- You guys mash up my house. Get off!
- Shirley.

Everyone out.

- Shirl, come on! Come on!
- Now! Everyone get out of my house!

Clint? We gotta go.

You, Melvin, upstairs!

You all right, Mum?

- You okay?
- Where's Lisa?

She had to go back.
I gotta go and see her.

- Did you know that she's pregnant?
- What?

Did you know

- that your fianc�e is pregnant?
- Well, hold on.

- Did she speak to you about something?
- She didn't have to say anything.

I'm watching this beautiful young woman
who loves you,

hiding her shit because
she doesn't have the confidence

that you've got your shit together.

- Are you ashamed of us?
- Mum, I can't deal with this.

- Yeah, go on. Run. Run like your father.
- Why are you talking to me like that?

What your dad did to me and this family
was messed up.

How I handled it was messed up.

But you,

jumping on a plane
and not talking to us for months on end,

running away
without a proper explanation to Georgia,

and then turning up here
with your pregnant fianc�e,

and walking her straight
into this shit blindly,

now it's that you should be ashamed of.

Now, leave my house.

Boxing Day is off.

You need me to come out there?

No. Just meet me in New Zealand.

You already know. I got you.

Lisa,
can you open the door, please?

I've got a key,
but I don't wanna just come in.

I want you to want me to come in.

Babe, you're pregnant.

Why not tell me?
Why carry that by yourself?

I know I can be a scared little shit.

I'm a scared little shit.

But I love you, and I promise you I will
do anything to make our life perfect.

You're right.
I should've told you about Georgia.

I just...

I didn't want you to see
how much of a coward I can be.

Lisa, I'm sorry. I love you,

and I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

- Lisa?
- Melvin...

I need you to go.

Hold me close to you

Say you love me too

Tonight may have to last me

All my life

Leave a memory

To keep me company

Tonight

May have to last me

All my life

Then, when I'm alone...

Clap your hands and stomp your feet.

This happens to be a Bilal special treat.

Style can't spoil.

Hold on tight. Merry Christmas, everybody.

Here, a good life.

It's all we know.

Tonight, I realised I'm just like you.

I ruined the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I like her.

Strong. Good manners.

Beautiful.

Maybe we are alike, eh?

- Lisa's pregnant, Dad.
- Hmmm...

Well...

Congratulations.

I've never known if I wanted to be a dad.

Children are a blessing, son.

That's easy for you to say, innit?

Your generation were getting women
pregnant left, right, and centre.

I only had one family.

But you let us down, Dad.

You let me down.

All these years I spent trying
to... live into some...

expectation for me, all for you to...

All so I could what?

You broke my heart, Dad.

Made me think that nothing was real.

And I judged you severely for it.

I know.

Now I know life is just complicated.

I could've done better
by Shirley, you know.

Shirley is a...

She's a wonderful woman.

A good mother and a wife that...

I'm gonna regret losing
for the rest of my life.

All my mistakes...

the way I've done things...

is no way a reflection of...

the love that I had for you all.

The love I got for you, Melvin.

All my indiscretions, I had
to take a look at myself in the mirror.

And I'm humbled to the fact that...

I am an imperfect human being.

I gotta live with that.
Tell me something, son.

What are you scared of?

Scared I'm not ready.

I don't want to hurt her.

I'm scared I'd fail.

And I ain't got no business being a father.

Hearing you say all that...

It only tells me one thing.

You are ready.

Morning!

There you go. Dad, you forget about me
'cause Melvin's home, yeah?

You get rich and switch.
I thought I was your favourite?

You are my favourite. Come.

Right. I'll go wash up.

It'll be all right in the end.

If it's not all right,
then it's not the end.

- You look morning ugly stressed, bruv.
- I am stressed.

I ruined my life last night, Boobsy.

What are you watching?

The night I proposed.

You proper love her, innit?

I'm not gonna lie.

Lisa's all right, man.
She sticks up for herself.

- You're gonna be an auntie.
- What?

Yes.

- What?!
- Oh, God. Get off me, man.

- What? To an American child?
- Yes, to an American child.

Daddy, Auntie Boobsy!

Ewww!

Ow! What the hell are you doing that for?

That is for the future baby mother
bride-to-be.

Only an American girl
would put up with your shit, bruv.

Don't worry, I'm gonna teach her
the London way.

Ah, Auntie Boobsy.

I gotta fix this.

- What?
- I need your help.

How is there not one flight
leaving for New Zealand?

No shit it's Christmas.
I need to get out of here.

- Come on, mate! Move it!
- Who are you beeping at?

What's your problem? Relax, bruv. Relax!

Five minutes, yeah? Just wait!

God! All right. Go on, bruv.
Do your thing. Do...

Bruv. Them things
don't work no more. Come on.

- Sorry, mate.
- Yeah, mate, better luck next time.

Thank you. If you could reverse, please?

Everyone come out!
I want everyone to see this.

Who believes in love?

Well, I believe in love.

And Joseph, bro, I love you, man.

- What?
- I do! I love you.

But you hurt me, man.
Like, literally hurt me.

See that girl up there?
Alison, she's special to me.

So no matter how many times you punch
me up, chase me, or threaten me,

it's not going to change
the way I feel about her.

So what do you want to do?

You and your dumb speech, man.

Listen.

Alison needs a man, not a boy.

Now go back and spend Christmas
with your real family.

You thinking you know what Alison needs
is the saddest truth here.

Dedicated.

What are you doing?

For real? For him?

Him? I don't want either of you jokers.

You lot are on my car,
so could you move please?

- Thank you.
- Hold on.

What are you saying?

Please don't be here when I get back.

Didn't I say I didn't like flowers?

What about this?

Oh, Josh.

Babes.

You are cute.

Merry Christmas.

Baby Black Jesus,
I gift you this jar of myrrh.

May it represent strength
and all 'dem tings there.

He's a baby.

He needs a dummy, not tree wax,
Wasteman.

And this chest of gold is all yours, my G.
Got me dripping still.

You lot say my son is the Son of God, yeah?
Then make a man a better offer!

Yeah.

Please sit down.

All right, let's have one big cheer
for the young people.

Ah-yah, yah, yah, ya-yaaah

Oh, yah, yah, yah-yaaah

Ah-yah, yah, yah, yah-yaaah

Ah, some things were meant to be

So why not let it be?

And stop worryin' about it?

Long as we know what's in our hearts

We know your inner thoughts, and

No reason for concern, no

They gonna talk,
they gonna talk, they gonna talk

They gonna say a lot of things about us

You said you know
that our love is not a sin

But you worry what the people say

When they see me with you

And worry what the crowd would say

When they find us together

Worry what the people say

When they know we're in love

Worry what the crowd will say

Everybody, let's sing.
Come on, let's sing.

Let's go. Let's go.

Ah-yah, yah, yah, ya-yaaah

Oh, ah-yah, yah, yah-yaaah

Oh-ho, ohh

- One more time.
- Ah-yah, yah, yah, ya-yaaah

Oh-ho, ohh

Well done. Well done.

I'm here. What do you want?

I wanted to say sorry.

I was wrong.

Okay. That it?

I never intended to be malicious.

Really?

Then what exactly
were your intentions?

My first night meeting his family and all.

I guess I just always felt like we'd...

Oh, it doesn't matter.

I'm so sorry, Lisa.

Thank you for saying that.

This whole thing's
Melvin's fault anyways, right?

I mean, when we met,
we were doing so well without him.

Yeah.

Hmm. Who needs him?

So... what do you wanna do?

'Cause I can see
how much he loves you.

Well, guys, 'til next year.

Don't come back, man.

Yeah, when you're around,
everything's always so dramatic.

- Why you got to Hollywood-ise everything?
- Stop it. This is bullying.

- Give me a hug, man.
- Take it easy, man.

See you later, darling.

- Mommy!
- Oh!

Mmm!

How do you know that
she's not already left for New Zealand?

- Hmm?
- Then I'll go to New Zealand.

All right, son. Go find her.

- Richard, nice to meet you.
- Very good to meet you.

Take care of my mum.

I will. Good luck.

Thank you.

Later.

Bye!

Aww.

- Boobsy, you good?
- Melvin, it's Georgia.

I made Boobsy call on three-way.
Don't hang up.

- Yeah. What's up?
- Can you meet me before you leave?

I promise it will only take a second.

- Cab's waiting.
- Melvin, I'm not gonna bite you.

You sure?

Listen.

If you never left,
we'd never have started our lives,

never have had space to grow.

We'd have always just been
what's expected, what's comfortable.

- Gigi and Mello.
- Mello.

- I haven't heard that in time.
- I don't know why we used to call you that.

- You're so dramatic.
- I'm dramatic?

You're the one that writes sad love songs.

And you write sad stories.

They're not always sad.

Georgia, I am so sorry I hurt you.

Beautiful, Melvin.

Beautiful, complicated wasteman.

You really love her, don't you?

- Hey...
- You ready?

Oh, yeah. We'll go one, two,
and one, two, three, four.

Driftin' on a memory

Ain't no place I'd rather be

Than with you, mmm

? Lovin' you

Day will make a way for night

All we'll need is a candlelight

And a song

Soft and long

Glad to be

Here alone with a lover unlike no other

Sad to see

A new horizon slowly

Coming into view

I wanna be living

For the love of you, yeah

And all that I'm giving...

Lisa Dixon...

I love you, honest and true.

Will you marry me?

Well, see now this is perfect.

And you didn't do it by yourself, did you?

No, I didn't.

You needed a little help, right?

Yes.

Yes to our baby?

Billion per cent yes to our baby.

- Yes to New Zealand?
- Yes, baby.

Yes, baby. Yes, baby, to you too.

Woo-hoo! Woo!

- Sure you wanna marry into this family?
- Oh, more than sure.

I wanna be living

For the love of you

And all that I'm giving
Is for the love of you.

Translated by: David Benke
Iyuno-SDI Group