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(PHONE RINGS)

Hiya!

- Are you still asleep? - No.

- How come? - Well, I'm up.

I've been the shop, got a paper, some milk. It's a lush day, innit?

I know. It's bakin'.

And there's the Elvis convention. The island's gonna be packed.

What you up to today, then?

Dunno - might pop down and see you later.

Aw, that'll be nice. Make sure you text

before you come though, so as I can take my break.

Hang on a minute, babe.

I think my parents have just pulled up outside the house.

What, your parents? Your mum and dad? Pam and Mick?

- Yeah! - Oh, my God. Maybe your nan's died.

Right. Which one? Cos they're both actually dead.

Are they? And mine are.

Aw. There's lush.

I'll call you back.

Yoo-hoo! Surprise!

- What you doin' here? - Oh, that's a nice welcome!

- MICK: Hiya, mate. - Hiya.

No, it's just... Well, it's just a surprise, that's all.

Yeah, that's cos we wanted to surprise you!

Needless to say, this was your mother's idea.

It wasn't actually. It was Dawn and Pete's.

They saw the weather last night on Sky and they said,

''Oh, it's gonna be nice in Wales tomorrow by all accounts.

''Let's go down and spend the day on Barry Beach.''

- So, are they following you down? - No.

They had a row, three o'clock this morning. They're not speakin'.

Dawn threw him out. He slept in the shed.

Why?

- The ring. - That bloody ring.

Mick? Pam? Gav? I'm up here!

- Hiya! - Hello!

There I was, having a bath, when the phone goes. It's Glenda.

She says Gav's mum and dad have pulled up outside Gwen's.

I said ''Don't be daft, Glenda.''

But, lo and behold, she was right! And there you are.

PAM AND MICK: Here we are!

Wait there, I'll get dressed. I'm naked.

Well, that's a fiver I owe Glenda!

- Hiya, Doris. - All right, Dor?

She just emailed me and said it was you, and I said,

''I'll bet you five quid it isn't.''

And here you are! She's made a twat of me, Pam.

I'll tell you something else. Gwen's in for a shock.

GWEN: Glenda just text me!

She said you were here! Well, what a shock.

I know! It's a surprise!

- We fancied a day on the beach. - Oh, that's the ticket.

That sounds lovely. Can we join you?

Gwen, we would love it.

We've got everything in the back - windbreaks, Lilos, surfboards...

Yeah, well, it's a body board. Are you comin' Doris?

Oh, I haven't been down the island for years, Mick.

- Well, all the more reason. - Well, why not!

Doughnut, a bag of chips, I'm your girl.

- I'll have to dig out my bikini. - (PAM LAUGHS)

Jokin' I am, Gav.

A one-piece it is.

(PAM LAUGHS)

BRYN: Oh! Sorry about that.

You were quick.

Oh, I'm only halfway through, Pam.

I've not even talcumed yet.

Now, I hear we're going down the beach.

- How'd you hear that? - Glenda. On Twitter.

She said she's seen Gav's mum and dad

talking to Gwen about going down the beach.

- You're coming, aren't you? - I should coco!

But I'm just thinkin' about little baby Neil the Baby.

- He'd love it down there. - PAM: He would!

But what's the latest with Nessa and Dave?

We don't really know. We've not heard a peep.

Let me exfoliate. I'll pop down the van, see how the land lies.

GWEN: Well, come on in.

NESSA: So...

this is O...bama.

All right?

O...bama.

Not to be confused with...

O...sama.

Ah!

O...bama. O...sama.

Very different people with very different ideas.

You fancy a rusk?

Me too.

All right?

Yeah. I gotta get a new gas.

- We'll come with you, if you like. - No, you're all right.

Where to you goin'?

I dunno. Rylands? Lawsons?

They open bank holidays?

Shit. Yeah, probably not.

Well, we should last till tomorrow, shouldn't we?

You talkin' about the Calor Gas or our relationship?

Aw, Dave, man, come on.

- Why you bein' like this? - Why am I bein' like this?

- You gotta let it go. - What, you sleepin' with another man?

I told you, I didn't sleep with him. Not like that, anyways.

- Positive of that are you? - No, I'm not, if truth be told.

But what can I do?

I bought you that Aston Villa strip.

I know, and I loves it. You know I does.

I can't bear it, Ness, thinkin' of you and him together,

doin' things...

You know, doin' stuff that we do, the things that we do...

Look, I know we didn't do any of that stuff, OK?

But how do you know?

Cos I didn't have my bag. My tools. My cloak.

Anyway, there's no way he could take that level...

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Nessa? Dave? Neil? - It's Bryn.

We're in here, Bryn.

- (DOOR OPENS) - Hello, you three!

Whew! Hot in here.

That better for you, Bryn?

Yes. Thank you.

Now, here's the thing.

Pam and Mick...Shipman

have just turned up on the doorstep, out of the blue,

and we've all decided to go the beach.

- Will you join us? - Will Smithy be there?

- Oh! - Nope.

As far as I know, his name's not been mentioned.

I know things between the two of you are not exactly...

well, peachy.

Look, you do what you like.

I gotta find me some gas.

We're nearly empty, aren't we, Ness?

Catch you later, Bryn.

Good God!

The tension in here, Ness, it's unbearable!

- Is this what it's been like? - Yeah, for weeks.

Well, I don't want to know the details - the ins, the outs...

That's the problem, Bryn. I can't remember if there were any.

- Hiya! - Hiya.

Aw!

You look so lush.

- What you mean? - Just watchin' you then,

from the kiosk, smilin'.

It's been so long since I seen you proper smilin'.

- Oh, that's nice. - PAM: Hiya, Stace!

We're on the island. Can you believe it?

- First time! - I know. What d'you think?

- I like it - a beautiful beach! - Well, it's nice.

But I suppose that's cos the sun's shining.

I mean, I expect if it was raining or just a bit overcast,

it would be quite a bleak and depressing place.

A bit like Billericay, really.

Hiya, love. You gonna come down on your break?

Definitely. Where you goin'? Down by the left or down by the right?

- Probably in the middle. - Yeah, it's nice there.

- See you later. - DORIS: See you down there, love.

See you later.

All right, Ness?

- STACEY: Hiya. Where's Dave? - What's occurrin'?

Stace, we're not mentioning Dave today.

Today is a David-free zone.

Is it still bad?

The atmosphere in that caravan

is what I can only describe as...

- Well, I can't describe it. - So, Dave's not comin' then?

Oh, Gav, what happened to this Dave-free zone.

Oh, Stace!

- Sorry, Marco. - Come on!

I got seven Elvises here, all gasping for a cappuccino.

- Right. I'll see you later. - See ya.

(PHONE RINGS)

All right, mate?

Gavelarindini! Guess where I am?

- Where? - Guess.

- Where? - No, guess.

Where?

- Guess. - Upton Park.

Wrong! I'm in my car.

- Oh, yeah. Where you goin'? - Guess.

Smithy, just tell me where you are.

OK, I've just crossed a big bridge.

I paid £5.40 for the privilege.

I'm currently coming off the M4, onto the A48, heading westbound,

straight towards the Isle of Barree...

You're comin' down here!

...where I know for a fact my best friend's wife is at work all day,

leaving him, aka you, sat at home, watching UPorn,

playing with what can only be described, after recent revelations,

as his empty, useless gonads.

Smithy!

You gotta laugh at it. Gotta laugh adversity right in the face.

- I don't. That's really horrible! - Whoa!

Hang on a minute! What about when Gary and Simon's uncle

had his testicle removed and he walked in the Crown after his operation?

I don't seem to remember you holding back on the singing.

- What was it? - I don't know.

What was the song that you made up?

The One-ball Of Wimbledon.

# Underground, overground

BOTH: # Wombling free

SMITHY: # The one-ball of Wimbledon Common are we. #

OK, I'll give you that one.

The irony is he has actually moved to Wimbledon.

You're on your way here?

Yeah! We're gonna go the beach.

I wanna be the first person to take my son to the seaside,

- walk him on the sand. - The only problem with that

is he's already on the beach. We all are.

Mum and Dad, everyone. It was a bit impromptu.

What? Is Dave there?

No, hang on. Bryn, is Dave comin'?

We don't know. He's gone to get gas.

He's gone to get gas.

Oh, well in that case, look, I'm not gonna bother.

I...I'll just turn around.

- It's probably for the best. - Yeah, probably.

No! Why's it for the best? I'm tryin' to see my son!

- Stop tryin' to stop me. - I'm not!

Don't then! I'll see you in a bit! Goodbye!

See ya.

This is a beautiful beach!

Well, I'm glad you said that, Mick,

because we're very proud of our beaches in Barry.

- Aren't we, Gwen? - Oh, yes. I prefer it to Porthcawl.

Now, now... The thing is, Mick,

I've got a lot of happy memories of this beach.

Some of the best times of my childhood.

We used to come over for the day from Swansea.

- And see those rocks over there? - Yeah.

Well, I'll never forget Trevor, my brother, God rest his soul,

and his friend, Ian Dixon -

Dixie they called him, I don't know why -

I'll never forget them dangling me over the edge there,

one summer holidays,

by my ankles, swinging me back and forth, back and forth!

Oh, they were laughing away.

And if I hadn't held my hands out,

my face would've been bashing against those rocks...

Bryn, that's terrible!

No, it was just tomfoolery, Pam!

- Really? - Yes.

The folly of youth.

And between you and me, I rather enjoyed having both arms in plaster.

Like this, I was...

''Hello. Hello. Hello.''

(LAUGHS) Happy days.

£5 he's askin'. For a bit of canvas on a wooden frame.

- That's a bit steep. - You could buy one for that.

I told him to stick it, Pam.

Comin' over here, takin' our jobs.

Where was he from, Poland?

No. Newport.

Mick, give Dor your foldy.

Yeah, all right. Here you go, Doris.

Thanks, Mick.

GAVIN: Right, I'm gonna get some drinks. What's everyone want?

PAM: Oh, yeah, just get a mixture.

Yeah, just a few cans of pop.

I'll have an Irn-Bru.

What if they ain't got Irn-Bru?

Go somewhere that has.

OK.

Anyone else?

I'll have a tea, Gav. Or a Shandy Bass. Either's fine.

Should we get a little juice for Neil the Baby?

I mean, I know he's got some water but...

It's up to you, Gwen. But I'm not payin' for it.

DORIS: Don't worry. I'll get these. Is that enough, Gav?

What? Well, it's only a few cans, but cheers, Dor.

No worries.

- Fake it is, Gav, that 20. - What?

I'm jokin'! Lighten up, man.

Right.

# Da-da, da-da

# Da-da, da-da... #

- Give it a rest! - (LAUGHS)

Oh. Mick.

You been workin' out?

- Nice frame. - Cheers.

I do me best.

I bet you do.

Hey, Pam, I imagine you're a satisfied customer!

Doris!

I've got no complaints - put it that way.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I bet you haven't, you lucky bitch.

Hey, Mister. Let's get this on you - get you protected.

No, look, Bryn, you're all right. Pam'll do it. Won't you, Pam?

-Leave her be. She's relaxing. - Honestly, Bryn...

Look, it's on my hands. What can I do?

OK...

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

I'd like some drinks, please, lots of cans, and a smooch,

a full smooch and a cuddle.

Aw, are you missin' me?

I am actually, yeah.

I'll be down in a bit now.

Hey, guess what I was thinkin' this mornin'?

What?

That we should go on holiday...

you know, just get away from it all.

Yeah, maybe.

I just think we're a bit preoccupied with everything -

you know, havin' babies, not havin' babies...

Maybe we just need to be on our own for a bit.

But this is nice, just us two.

SMITHY: Gavlar!

This is amazing! There's a fair! Why have we never been here before?

Ghost train, dodgems...

- Log flumes. - Log flumes! We gotta go on 'em.

Where's Neil? Where's everyone?

Down on the right, just after the steps.

- I'll see you down there. - You want a drink?

- Yeah, I'll have an Irn-Bru. - OK.

Really, Bryn, that should be fine now, seriously.

You can never be too careful, Mick!

Skin cancer is on the up, isn't it, Dor?

Apparently.

Hey, Smithy! Hey up, Smithy!

- PAM: Hey! - BRYN: There he is.

All right, Doris? You beach-bound diva!

Hiya, Smithy, love.

Look at you lot - sunnin' yourselves, livin' the dream.

All right?

Yeah. You?

Yeah, yeah, good. Where's my boy?

Hey! There he is!

Look! It's your daddy!

Hiya! Look at you!

Oh! What d'you think of the beach, then, eh?

Yeah? You like it?

Look what I've got! (GASPS) Look at that!

You gonna help me build a sandcastle? Yeah?

You want to build a sandcastle?

Is it all right to build a sandcastle, or does he need a sleep or anything?

- No, he's fine. Go for it. - Yeah?

Here y'are Gwen. Will you take him a minute? I'll just get this off.

I can't get it off!

What you doin', wearin' that thing, anyway?

I thought it'd be a laugh. But it's not comin' off.

I'm not surprised. How'd you get it on?

- Isn't it a child's one? - No, it's 1 2 to 1 4.

(ALL LAUGH)

You can't pull it over your tummy. You've gotta pull it over your bum.

- Yeah, all right, Bryn... - No, no. He doesn't want to go.

Maybe you should deflate it.

- That's it. - BRYN: Where's the valve?

SMITHY: There isn't a valve. I can't find a valve.

- Smithy, darlin', what are you like? - MICK: Mate, you're so funny.

I'm actually getting a bit claustrophobic, actually.

(AIR HISSES)

Cheers.

We'll build this sandcastle, shall we?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, this is lovely.

Lovely, lovely.

I can't remember the last time we spent a bank holiday on a beach.

- Well, not in this country, anyway! - No.

Sorry I took so long. Stacey's rushed off her feet.

Aw, it's a shame she's stuck up there workin' when we're all down here.

She's got a break in a bit, though.

- Where's Bryn? - I don't know. Where's he gone?

PAM: Bloody hell, Bryn!

- You look like Daniel Craig! - I know.

- It's the shorts! - You're brave, goin' in there.

You look like you've frozen your bollocks off. Sorry, Gav.

It's all right once you're in there.

It's getting your shoulders under that's the worst part.

Right, so we've filled it up with sand, there,

and then we're gonna turn it over...

Ready? And I'm gonna lift this up.

And underneath, there's gonna be a castle!

Oh. Before we do, I gotta warn you, Neil.

Don't get your hopes up, all right?

Don't have any expectations.

Cos it might all crumble before you

and you'll be left with a big pile of sand before your eyes.

Well, no, that's not gonna happen if we give it the special tap.

You give it a special tap. Of course you do. Goes without sayin'.

All right, so, I'll give it a special tap, right?

One, two, three.

And then Mummy gives it the special tap.

And then the three of us,

all together, all three of us give it a special tap. Ready?

One, two, three...

Look!

Ah!

MICK: You all right, mate?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

- Go after him. - What?

- Go and talk to him. - What about? He's all right.

No, he's not. He's clearly upset about his...

Well, you know, it might be better comin' from you.

No, I can't talk to him about man's things.

About... (WHISPERS) ...sperm.

Well, I'm not gonna talk to him about sperm!

(WHISPERS) Why? That's what the problem is, sperm!

Yeah, well, I'm his dad, and I don't want to.

Exactly! He is your sperm! He's made from your sperm.

Can we please stop sayin' the word ''sperm''.

All right...essence, whatever.

It's all right here, isn't it, eh?

Yeah, it's nice.

I wouldn't mind wakin' up to this every morning.

GAVIN: Yeah.

It'll be all right, you know, all this.

It will.

Cos it's not, like, out of the question...

you and Stacey to be able to...

- But it is, Dad. - What?

They've told you something different now, have they?

- No, but it's not looking good. - Right.

- So, then, there's still a chance? - A really small chance.

But you're mopin' around like it's all been decided, like that's it!

Look at your Uncle Vinnie. You remember Vinnie?

- The one with the internet... - The internet thing, yeah.

Well, he... He was told he couldn't have kids.

- He's got four, hasn't he? - Exactly! By three different women.

He's not allowed to see them now, of course...

- Mm. - The point is,

they're not always right, the doctors what they tell you.

I know, but they might be.

And if they are, then you look at the alternatives -

sperm donors, adoption...

But you don't just give up on the whole thing.

I just feel like I've let everyone down, you know?

- Like who, for Christ's sake? - You and Mum...

- Don't be silly. - I do.

I know she's not sayin' anythin'

but I saw how upset she was when I told her.

You and her, you'd make brilliant grandparents.

Come here!

One thing at a time, yeah?

There's just so many ''what ifs'', Dad.

Exactly. Nothing is decided.

And I'll tell you what -

however upset you think your mum is,

it's not gonna do her image any good being called ''Granny''.

She's been 51 for the past five years!

(LAUGHS)

( # MARTHA AND THE MUFFINS: Echo Beach)

Hiya. All right?

Gav! I'm finished!

Marco's gone home with the dog. Nino's come down. He said I can go!

Excellent. Gino didn't say anything?

No! He wasn't bothered! Shall we go the fair?

SMITHY: Yes! I heard that. I'm coming.

- Bryn, you want to come? - What, the fair?

Ho-ho, no chance. No way.

- Not on your nelly. - Why not?

Smithy, no self-respecting resident of Barry Island

would be seen dead at that fair.

- Why? - Oh, don't start, Bryn.

Nobody died. You just won't go there cos of the ghost train.

That's got nothing to do with it, Gwen.

Trevor left him on there once when they were little.

Round and round he was goin'. Couldn't get out.

(LAUGHS)

- Well, I'm going. - Me too!

Come on. Uncle Bryn can look after the stuff.

No, I've changed my mind. I'm coming.

- GAVIN: Oh! Oh, no! - (LAUGHTER)

SMITHY: To the fair!

( # PAOLO NUTINI: Pencil Full of Lead)

# Oh...

# I got a sheet for my bed and a pillow for my head

# I got a pencil full of lead and some water for my throat

# I got buttons for my coat and sails on my boat

# So much more than I needed before

# I got money in the meter and a two-bar heater

# Oh, and now it's gettin'hotter Oh, it's only gettin'sweeter

# I've got legs on my chairs and a head full of hair

# Pot and a pan and some shoes on my feet

# I've got a shelf full of books and most of my teeth

# Oh

# I got a sheet for my bed and a pillow for my head

# I got a pencil full of lead and some water for my throat

# I got buttons for my coat and sails on my boat

# So much more than I needed before

# I got money in the meter and a two-bar heater

# Oh, and now it's gettin'hotter Oh, it's only gettin'sweeter

# I've got legs on my chairs and a head full of hair

# Pot and a pan and some shoes on my feet

# I've got a shelf full of books and most of my teeth

# Oh... #

It was just a shock, that's all. I didn't expect to see him there.

Oh, don't start, Dave. I didn't know he was comin', all right?

Yeah, well, how d'you think I felt,

turnin' up and seein' you two on the dodgems?

You know I loves the bumper cars.

Oh, don't make it sound like I was doin' somethin' wrong!

What, like wakin' up in bed with

someone you've had sex with and fathered a child with?

I'd rather get in a dodgem with you any day!

- But you weren't there, were you? - Like I'm makin' a fuss of nothin'.

- Buying gas was more important. - He's always turnin' up,

being loud and Cockney, doin' his robots!

I gotta be civil to him - he's the mother of my...

- The father of my child. - For God's sake, Ness.

We're getting married in three weeks.

When you gonna start putting me first?

Don't be a twat, Dave.

Sorry to disturb, but are you gonna stay?

Cos we're having a little barbecue, we are.

Well, it depends.

Look, I'm not gonna say nothin' all right?

We're not gonna kick off...

No, not you. It depends what type of barbecue it is.

How d'you mean?

Are we talking burgers and sausage in a long-life bun?

- Or are you takin' it serious, like? - I'm not sure what...

I'm talkin' chicken breast, seafood,

rib eye steaks, spare ribs, lamb kebabs.

What about side orders? Potato salad, coleslaw. What you gonna marinade?

- Well, I think we can... - You haven't thought this through.

Well, I know we're getting the meat from Dic! Dic Powell.

Reit, ma' 'da fi bopeth. Ma 'da fi asennau, asennau porc,

ma' corgimychied mawr 'da fi, stecen, stecen

ar yr asgwrn, syrlwyn a llygad yr asen -

's dim ffiled da fi, dwi mas o ffiled, brest cyw iar, cebabau,

a chig halal i gyd a sosej.

Ah, now, that's definitely sausage.

''Sosej'' I know is ''sausage''. That's a given.

I think he also said something about

steaks, prawns and possibly a kebab.

Well, I know that. I can see what he's got in his box, Bryn.

I'm just worried about where it's come from.

It looks like it's fallen off the back of a lorry.

(LAUGHS) No, Mick.

It's not fallen off the back of a lorry. It's been stolen!

Dic's brother Ric works in a slaughterhouse in Llanelli.

Isn't that right, Dic? I'm telling Mick about Ric!

- Yn union. - Why you shouting at him?

It's the only way I can get through.

Anyway, Ric helps himself

to a few little bits and bobs, then gives it to Dic.

He then sells them around the back alleys.

He's been doin' it for years. It's totally legit.

And the thing is it's incredible value.

These steaks are 8 7 pence!

Well, that is good. 8 7 pence for a steak.

No, not 8 7 pence each!

8 7 pence for three!

MICK: How's it goin' there, boys?

I love barbecues.

I mean, I just love barbecues.

- I know. - I mean, this...

This is one of the finest inventions since...ever.

I use them all the time. I can't get enough of 'em.

Got a stack at home, downstairs toilet. Take them to work with me sometimes.

The other day, at your mum's, in the garden,

fired one up - couple of sausages, bit of bread, lovely.

- When you're done, chuck it. - Very environmentally friendly(!)

- Oh, don't start. - But it's not, is it?

Right.

OK, well, let's all buy a Prius and have a shit in the woods.

Well, here's one you'll know.

(DORIS STRUMS GUITAR)

#And if a double-decker bus

# Crashes into us

# To die by your side

# Is such a heavenly way to die

#And if a ten-ton truck

# Kills the both of us

# To die by your side

# Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

BOTH: # Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

(BOTH IMITATE MORRISSEY) # There is a light and it never goes out

# There is a light and it never goes out... #

(LAUGHTER)

Is he all right?

He's out for the count, love. I'll keep an eye on him. Don't worry.

Right, everyone, I think these prawns are ready to roll!

Doris, you stay there.

- I'll get yours. - Aye, go on, then.

- Bit of everything? - Yeah.

What doesn't get eaten, stick in the bin.

Are you warm enough? Cos I can go get a blanket.

No, I'm fine, love.

Hey, I'll tell you what we need -

one of those outdoor heaters.

- Have you seen those, Mick? - Yeah, I have.

They are phenomenal! They keep you warm even when you're outdoors!

Yeah, well, Pete and Dawn have got one.

Yeah, table top one.

Pete sticks it on when he sleeps in the shed.

(ALL LAUGH)

I'll tell you where there's a good one - that O'Neill's in Loughton.

- But if you're right under it... - It's too warm.

- Makes you sweat. - Deano was under it all night.

He was outside, chainin' it, people bringing him drinks.

He actually got burnt on the back of his neck. Sunburn.

Had to put After Sun on. Aloe vera.

SMITHY AND MICK: Hello, Vera!

- (PHONE BEEPS) - I worry about that boy, you know.

We all do, Mick.

But I tell you, that is the one, only, singular good thing

to come out of the smoking ban -

the advancement in outdoor heating.

This is all very mysterious, isn't it? Texting me?

I know.

I just haven't seen you today. Not properly.

I fancied a little cwtch.

I had a good chat with Dad today.

Did you? What'd he say?

Oh, you know, just telling me not to worry -

saying it'll be all right and that.

Well, he's right, isn't he?

I think what we should do is, we should set a date.

Like, say, the end of the year, and not do anythin' till then.

- How d'you mean? - Well, we'll keep tryin'.

And if nothing's happened by then,

then we'll just have to accept it ain't gonna.

And start lookin' into adoption and things?

Yeah.

OK.

It's ever so sad, isn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Dave's talking to Smithy.

So, I just wanted to clear the air about it, that's all.

Yeah, whatever. It's fine.

Just leave it now, Dave, OK?

You've said your piece. Now, let the man eat his food in peace.

- No, I'm just sayin', that's all. - And I'm sayin' it's fine.

- Everythin' all right? - Fine.

- Cos we're getting married... - In three weeks. You keep saying.

And I know that what happened between you meant nothing to her or to you...

BOTH: If anything did happen...

Let's just draw a line under the whole thing and move on.

- Shall we? - Yeah. Can I eat my sausage now?

No hard feelings, yeah?

Well... I can't believe it.

In three weeks, you're going to be married, eh, Ness?

- I know. - I love a wedding, me.

- Me too! - I know. It's really lush.

And you should see Nessa's dress. It's absolutely mesmerising.

Don't tell me any details now. Don't want to jinx it.

And Jason's coming over, Pam. I can't wait to see him.

Oh, little gay Jase!

Is he still all right to stay with you, Bryn?

Yes, all sorted. The sofa's got his name on it.

Everything OK, now, is it, then,

with you and him and all that fishin' trip nonsense?

A toast!

To the happy couple.

Nessa and David.

- SMITHY: Nessa and Dave! - ALL: Nessa and David!

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