You're looking... very commanding this evening, Nadine.
You still coming to my graduation, Mr Cynical Man of the Law?
Am I still invited?
Anything?
Negative.
What's the point? I just wanna glimpse of him, is all.
Come home, Michael, please.
- Stella, it's just... - Oh, sorry, no, forget it.
I shouldn't have said nothing.
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Yes, it's a football.
But a football with a twist.
Cool!
Signed by the entire Swansea team.
Don't want you forgetting your roots when you're playing for...
well, I can barely say it...
Cardiff City.
It's the academy, Bobs. I'll never make it to the actual team.
- Well, you may do one day. - Yeah, if you keep thinking positive.
All I'm saying is, you may be a Bluebird on the outside,
but deep down, you'll always be a Swan. Oh, God!
Hey, come on, he's only moving to the next village.
Oh, yeah, sorry.
Oh... all the best, mate!
Oh.
Coming to see us, won't you?
Mmm...? Yeah!
Say bye to Michael...
and tell him to sort himself out.
Oh, Christ, I'm a shivering rack!
- 26 grand, Luke! 26 bloody grand! - _
Yeah, can see why people enjoy 'em so much,
these jewellery auctions. Addictive places.
I know, that's £2,000 profit in ten days.
Bit worried to be honest, how much I enjoyed it.
I mean, it's not that different from being at bookie's.
Don't you dare!
Anyway, got plans for this money. Come on!
I see them injuries have faded, Michael Jackson,
after your pub brawl last week with Rob Morgan's brother.
- It wasn't a brawl. - Never trust a Morgan.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, but ooh-ah...
Well, thanks for that plastic pearl of wisdom.
Ooh, while I've got you, I need some free legal advice.
How can I force Lord Stanley Llewellyn to admit to being my father?
Well, you can't.
But I got proof!
I got the letter he wrote to Olwen
after he'd, you know, parked his car in her garage.
It still doesn't prove anything.
The only proof that counts is DNA evidence.
Ah, you'd know all about that, of course.
Oh, presents. Why'd you ring the bell?
Well, what do you expect?
Poor bloke doesn't know what he'll find on the other side of that door!
Whose baby are you having this week?
Which of his ex-girlfriends is living here this month rent-free?
- Beyonce's moved out, by the way. - Yes, I heard.
Tell you what, thank God that young Billy
is off to a more stable home environment today.
'Cause who knows what damage your devil-may-care existence
would do him if he stayed a second longer.
It's more like Glastonbury than Pontyberry in this house!
But ooh-ah!
I wanted to give Billy something.
Don't worry, it's not a pair of football boots.
Oh... well, you've missed him, presh.
What, he's gone?
Yeah, 'bout a half-hour ago.
Well, why didn't you tell me he was going so early?
I thought he was here till lunchtime.
Well, I didn't know you were so desperate to see him, you never said.
But I wanted to say goodbye.
Sorry.
Got him a globe and everything.
Look, Michael, it's your choice not to live here, OK?
So don't be blaming me if you're not across everything that's going on.
Thanks, Stella.
Hmm.
What?!
Thanks, Jag.
I haven't seen you for a few days, Nadine.
I have missed you.
Don't be sarcastic!
- No, I meant... - Sorry, Jag.
I'm in a bad space at the moment.
Can't see the point in anything.
Everything I try my hand to goes pears-up,
the dog-grooming, the wedding planning, the waitressing.
And now I've gone and ruined the dating agency.
And is it any wonder? I mean, I've hardly got a good track record.
I destroyed my relationship with Karl.
- And Ivan Schloss. That's what I said. - Schloss.
And I fell for that Will Morgan,
who turned out to be as crooked as Glen Brennig's teeth.
I'm nothing but a lost cause.
You know, sometimes we can look into the mirror
and not see our own reflection.
Because it's dirty?
You, my dear, are so many wonderful things.
Mmm, like what?
Well, for a start, you are a kind and caring mother.
A good friend.
You are always well turned-out and sophisticated.
Do you think?
Yes. And you're funny.
Funny peculiar, like?
No. Funny.
You make people smile.
Yeah, only 'cause they're taking the piss.
You know what they're like round here. It's disgusting!
Nadine...
Thank God! I thought I'd find you here.
I've got a massive favour to ask.
- Stella Morris. - Jackson.
I take it you've got your two tickets sorted
for the graduation ceremony?
Yes. Aunty Brenda's coming, and Michael's bringing Holly.
Well, I shall not be attending.
For as of tomorrow, you'll no longer be under my jurisdiction
or my yellow card regime, but I want you to know you done well.
So keep up the good work and...
what-have-you.
Thanks, Cheryl.
Over and out.
I need a quick word.
Jesus, Bobby, don't be creeping up on me like that, you weirdo!
What is it?
I should have moved out when you got married.
Oh, though somehow it didn't happen.
But what'll I do without you?
Ben's gone, Billy's gone, Michael's...
- Well... - Yeah, well that's the thing.
Michael shouldn't be gone. He should be back living with you,
- and I feel like it's all my fault. - How is it your fault?
Don't be daft.
Where are you gonna go?
Not far.
Next door, in fact.
Nadine Bevan's looking for a lodger.
Though she didn't realise she was looking for a lodger
until I pointed out she was.
- Oh... - Oh, Bobs!
Stell!
- Ha-ha! Right? - It's gorgeous.
It's not very practical, though, Luke.
Maybe we should look at something like that.
Yeah, wait, hang on. It's got four seats.
I mean, yeah, it's a bit poky in the back, like,
- but it'll be fine for the two kids. - The two kids, yeah.
But not if there's three.
What?
What?!
Yes! But you can't tell anyone yet, Luke.
- Promise? - Oh, God, Zoe.
Just you and me now, then, presh.
Oh.
Even took Bobby's bar, look.
Oh, my God!
Little bird tells me it's your graduation tomorrow!
Oh!
- Glass of Merlot, please, Yanto. - Coming right up.
Where's Jag? Not like him to take an evening off.
He's gone to Nadine's for Bobby's house-warming dinner.
Celebrate Bobby becoming Nadine's new lodger.
- What? - Timing couldn't be better, really.
Now that Paula's home for a few days.
Hang on, Paula's home and Bobby's moved out of our house?
- Stella's house. - Yes.
He was making a risotto.
Oh, nice to be told!
I think it was all a bit last-minute, mate.
He was going to do a paella.
I'm talking about my wife's inability to communicate, Yanto,
not Bobby's fucking menu choice.
Sorry. Um, I'll take this up to my room.
They do smell funny, babies, mind though, don't they?
Shut up!
That's my daughter you're talking about.
Oh, God, it is so lovely to see you.
I know. Well, it was either come home for a quick visit
or go hillwalking in Bogotá with George.
Oh! Who's this? New man?
Woman. Georgina.
Right.
You... you... you didn't say.
Yeah, well, still working it out, to be honest.
I mean, nobody was more surprised than me.
Don't get me wrong, she've done wonders for my self-confidence.
She's got such an adventurous spirit.
But, to be honest, she've been a little bit possessive of late.
OK.
Anyway, enough about me!
Where to is that obscenely handsome husband of yours?
Well, that was excellent, even if I do say so yourself.
Yeah, fair play.
Cheers!
- Here's to new beginnings. - And old friends.
Cheers.
And I don't want you doing the washing-up, mind.
I'm gonna do my bit, you watch.
Oh, sounds like a certain new lodger
is persuading a certain new landlady
that she has made a good decision in taking him on.
You do love to use a lot of words, don't you, Jag?
Sorry.
No.
I like it.
It's nice.
Now, are you 100% about the bar?
What?
Well, 'cause I know it's not everyone's cup of tea.
It is a bit old-fashioned, if truth be told.
Well, no! Vintage, they do call it.
Oh, my God! It's Wesley.
- The Games Of Thrones chap? - Yeah!
He do want to meet me for a drink!
- What, now? - Yes, now!
God, what am I gonna wear? Everything's still in boxes.
Looks like you and me are doing the dishes then, Nadine.
And then I suppose I should make a move.
Preparations for Stella's graduation party won't organise themselves.
Don't go.
Got to dash! Have fun.
Blimey, Paula Kosh doing the washing-up!
Must be a good influence on you, this Georgie woman.
Not really.
I just reckoned, soonest done, soonest pissed.
That's not an actual saying.
Stop changing the subject. Stella!
Have you and Michael Jackson
actually sat down properly and talked about all this,
like two resenting adults?
Not sure how much good it'd do, Paul.
We're always gonna come back to the same thing, aren't we?
I was unfaithful to him.
Yeah, you were, you stupid cow!
But look on the bright side...
least Rob Morgan's dead.
Nice!
No, but I mean, it's not like it's gonna happen again, is it?
You should take up marriage guidance.
You know, Michael reckons Rob's got this hold over me or something.
Yeah. Well, I'm sorry, presh...
but we both know Michael's right, don't we?
I didn't know if you took sugar.
Uh, one sugar in tea.
None in coffee.
Hm. There we are, then. Good guess.
Unless it's a macchiato.
- Look... about what happened. - About last night... I think...
No, you go on.
It was a one-off, wasn't it?
- Er... yes? That's what you want. - Right. I'll let you get dressed.
Aunty Brenda.
- All right, Dave? - OK, thanks.
Ooh! Where to's the aspirin, Stell?
I told you not to have that fourth bottle.
Oh, good God!
Stella, hi. Paula, hi.
- Right, Jag? Oh, Christ! I feel shit. - Uh...
- did you want something, presh? - Yes.
No.
Found them!
Right, well, um...
I'm just getting ready for the ceremony.
Ceremony?
Yeah.
It's my graduation today, remember?
You're doing the party for us up the Fox.
Uh...
are you all right, Jag?
Yes. I am lovely!
- Stell?! - Oh, bloody hell!
I've had a letter from him!
- Who? - My father, Lord Stanley Llewellyn!
He wants to see me, Stell,
before he do go off down the Caribbean for three months.
- Well, it says this afternoon. - I know.
So I'm gonna miss your graduation, I'm afraid.
But, ooh-ah, this is far more important.
- Ooh, Paula Kosh can have my ticket. - Amazing.
Lord only knows what I'm going to wear.
It's times like this I wish I'd never handed in my mayoral chain.
But... ooh-ah!
Oh, and don't think I haven't noticed
you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Jagadesh Chaudary
or that I didn't see you leaving Nadine Bevan's house
first thing this morning.
I'm just too stressed to comment!
Yah!
I can't believe he's late!
Oh, give him a break, mun.
Yeah, well if he's not here in two minutes, I'm going in without him.
Stop being such a dick!
- You're just nervous. - No, I'm not.
Yeah, you are, and you're taking it out on Michael.
Here, get some of this down you.
Paula! I am driving. And graduating.
- What is wrong with you? - Stella!
- Michael! - Oh! Come on, Michael, for God's sake.
There was nowhere to park. it was ridiculous. Hi, Paula.
Yeah, well, everyone else managed.
- Oh, don't start! - Oh! Don't either of you start.
My head is pounding like a sewing machine.
Come on!
Jonathan Lewis Davis.
Holly Alicia Rosemary Green.
I'm really sorry I was late, you know.
Oh, it's a big day. She's just stressed, she is.
It's more than just stress, though, isn't it, Paula?
And we both know that.
I'm with a woman now, you know.
Stella Lucy Jackson.
Go, Stella! Go, Stella!
Woo-hoo!
Nicholas Gordon Williams.
OK?
- I'm so proud of you, you know. - Oh!
Yeah...
but today should have been different, shouldn't it?
Right, let's get to this party, then, is it?
'Cause it's been all of 90 minutes since I had a proper drink.
Come on then.
Oh!
Look, I've been thinking...
how would you feel about some sort of counselling?
What, sitting in a room confessing my dirty
little secret while you play the hard-done-by husband?
Well, I am the hard-done-by husband.
Haven't always been the case, though, have it?
- Oh, here we go. - Mind you,
if this counsellor chap asked me to put myself in your shoes,
least I can say I know exactly how you feel, seeing as you had sex
- with a 28-year-old and got her pregnant. - Yeah, OK, I get your point.
- No, I don't think you do, Michael, - Keep your voice down.
because the thing is I did forgive you and I did move on.
Well, by the sounds of it, you haven't moved on at all.
Will you two calm the fuck...!
I moved on and I asked you to marry me.
Yeah, when you'd been shagging your ex-boyfriend.
Because I loved you and knew it was you I wanted to be with.
But you should never have been in a position where you had to choose.
He asked me to go away with him. Do you know that?
Rob wanted me to leave you, Michael, and I said no.
Well, maybe you should've said yes.
- What? - Maybe the whole marriage was a mistake.
I mean, by the sound of things, you only proposed
- because you felt guilty. - Oh, that's ridiculous!
No, I'll tell you what's ridiculous, Stella,
the fact that I woke up this morning and started
looking online for marriage counsellors,
because I stupidly thought we could make it work.
But our relationship's just a joke.
- Do you know what, I think you might be right. - Great.
Well, at least we agree on something.
I'll start the ball rolling, if you like.
- What are you talking about? - Divorce proceedings, Stella. I want a divorce.
- Oh, I am not listening to this! - Christ's sake, Michael!
I said I want a divorce!
Good! Do what you bloody like!
Stella!
I want to see her.
It's not possible at the moment. We're doing tests.
I want to know how my fucking wife is!
Please!
Let me sit with him for a minute, is it?
Of course.
Hey. Come on, good boy. You've gotta keep it together now.
But you were there, Paula.
You heard me.
I asked her for a divorce!
It's good of you to come today, fair play.
Oh, I nearly pulled out, to be honest.
Me and Wes made a bit of a night of it last night.
- He have you dressing up again? - Yes.
Well, thank you for making the effort.
Thing is, I need someone with me in case I get 'motional.
Oh, be like something out of Long-Lost Families, I should imagine.
- Oh, I hope so. Yeah. - Oh, I do love Davina, don't you?
Yes?
Hello. It's Aunty Brenda Draper here to see Lord Llewellyn.
One moment, please.
Yuh!
_
Jag.
Jagadesh.
Yes, Yanto, my friend?
Stella's due here in ten mins. Shall I get the sausage rolls in now?
- Yes, if you think. - Cracking!
_
Ah, mind Jen for me a sec, will you Luke?
Aye-aye!
_
That sex last night
was the best sex I've ever had in my whole entire life.
And me.
Oh... Jag!
Stay with me again tonight.
Try stopping me.
All right, Nads?
Yes. Why?
No reason.
Don't be disgusting!
Hey!
Where to's Stella, then? Me and Jackson done her a picture,
- didn't we, Jacks? - Oh, very impressive.
Well done, little man.
Oh, no, that's the one I did. This one's Jackson's.
Oh, here we go.
Aunty Paula! I hope you're on your way, 'cause we're...
What?
I know it do sound daft, but...
this place just feels like home, you know?
- Switch that thing off, for God's sake! - All right.
Oh! All right.
Lord Llewellyn will see you now.
So, Father...
May I call you Father?
No, you bloody well may not!
Uh, I think what Aunty Brenda's trying to say, Lord Llewellyn,
is that you are clearly the person who wrote this letter
to her mother Olwen, God rest her soul,
and therefore you are so clearly Aunty Brenda's papa.
What is it you're after, money?
Because you'll get none.
I've have my lawyers over this like a rash.
You won't stand a chance.
- Oh, but I don't understand why you won't... - It's all right, Bobby.
This gentleman has made his feelings perfectly what-do-you-call.
We won't inconvenience him any longer.
She's still unconscious.
Oh, Jesus!
There's no visible damage from the brain scan,
- but we're monitoring. - That's good, isn't it?
The next 24 hours will be critical.
- Can we see her? - Not all of you.
We have to be strict, I'm afraid.
You go in with Michael.
Here, let... let me take Holly.
Thanks.
Hello.
Where's my mam? Where is she?
Right, Ben, you gotta be strong, mate, OK?
She's stable, but she's in a bad way.
- I am so sorry. - Not your fault, presh.
Though Christ knows how you put up with him.
- Oh, he has his good side. - You could have fooled me!
Well, thing is, I've worked with him over 40 years now,
and during that time, there have been about
11... 12 people turning up claiming to be his.
He won't acknowledge any of them, so at least you're not alone.
That's a comfort.
Yeah, well, I tell you something, good girl and you can pass this on
to Lord Snooty-pants Llewellyn from me.
Aunty Brenda is one of the finest women of her kind,
and it's his bloody loss he don't want to know her.
'Cause if he knew her like I do know her,
and the people of Pontyberry do know her, he'd wish he...
knew her.
Come on, Bobs, it's not worth it.
Zoe, now's not a good time. I'll call you back.
Wha'?!
Oh, Stella!
Today was meant to be such...
a special day for you.
Stay at the house tonight, Michael.
Don't go back to the pub.
We all need to...
stick together now, isn't it?
Luke, I'm so scared.
Yah.
Oh, Bobs, I'm racked with guilt, I am.
'Cause, to be honest, she got on my nerves for the most part,
did Stella Jackson.
But now she's lying there all wired up,
cables coming out of her like the back of a digibox,
I just feel awful for not cutting her a bit of slack.
Oh, don't beat yourself up, presh.
Michael's doing enough of that for everyone.
I know. Mind you, he was having a massive argument with her beforehand.
Let's talk about something shallow and frivolous.
Now, tell me what's going on in your love life.
'Cause there's a spring in the step of Jagadesh Chaudary,
by all accounts, and I've got a feeling I know who put it there.
- Bobs, he's amazing! - Oh.
How comes I've never noticed something so stunning
when it's stood right there, right under my own chops?
It's only us.
Oh, my God, Ken, you came back!
Hiya, Bob. Nadine.
My poor little Stella, eh?
- Oh, I know... - Ken, tragic, it is.
'Cause, to be honest, she got on my nerves for the most part...
Hey! Never mind social what-do-you-calls and what-have-you!
- I done a rota. - Morning to you an' all!
It have been three days now. It's time we stepped things up.
So, between us,
we'll get that niece of mine back in the land of the living.
Yup. Yup. Yup.
Ben?
Benny boy.
Cup of tea here for you, mate.
Emma's arrived. Gonna go to the hospital soon if you want to come.
Ben won't come out of his room.
He's this little lost soul.
We all are, really.
You'd sort us out, though, wouldn't you?
It's like you've got a PhD in parenting.
Oh, Stella.
All right?
There's no change.
No.
Listen, mate, Zoe's got the car.
She's gonna give you a lift home, let you get some sleep.
- I can't leave her. What if something...? - Michael, you have to rest.
Come home. Couple of hours, that's all.
Aunty Brenda's making you beef tea or something, so look out.
I won't be long, I promise.
Everyone's talking about you, you know.
Whole town.
You've caused a proper big stir.
Honestly, things people do for attention.
Hey, now, look...
don't you go turning me into a fucking orphan, all right?
I only just got used to losing Rob.
We need you, Mam.
I need you.
More than ever, as it goes.
'Cause, um...
the thing is...
Zoe told me not to tell anyone,
so you've gotta keep this a secret, right?
But...
she's pregnant.
Three months.
You're gonna be a nana again.
So come on!
Get your arse in gear and wake up, is it?!
Please, Mam!
Hello, Stella.
Hello, Rob.
Hang on.
You're dead, aren't you?
Yep.
Am I dead?
No. But you're not very well at the moment.
I feel all right.
You look lovely.
Unbelievable! You're dead, and you still manage to flirt.
Come and sit down a minute.
I've been dreaming about you a lot lately.
It's getting on my nerves, to be honest.
- Nice! - No, you know what I mean.
I think it's 'cause of Holly.
'Cause I feel so guilty.
She's a beautiful baby.
Do you feel sad, 'cause you won't get to see her
- growing up? - No.
- She's in very safe hands. - Hmm.
Hey, Aunty Brenda
reckons she's related to the posh bloke lives up Foster Park.
She thinks he's her dad.
- He is. - How do you know?
Well, you can find out anything when you're dead.
At first I found it fascinating, but after a while, you...
start to realise there's nothing wrong with a bit of mystery.
I saw Daddy Simpson the other day.
- Never! - Mmm.
- And Dick the Kick. Mm-hm. - That's nice.
Hey, what about Alan's mam?
- Yeah, Anita. - An over-bloody-eater!
She's lost a fair bit of weight, actually.
Fair play.
Do you mind if I have a little kip?
I'm ever so tired, I am.
Feel free. I'm not going anywhere.
Stell?
Stell!
Can you hear me?<
Oh, stop dicking around and say something, 'cause you're boring me now!
Oh, fuck it! Oh, fuck, fuck!
Look, Stell...
I don't know how long this is going to go on, this coma lark,
but I promise you now,
as God is my witness,
I will not let your facial hair grow unattended
and nor will I let your roots turn grey.
First sign of either, and I am on it.
Actually, while I'm here...
Abrah keeps asking where his nana is.
He's so confused.
- Couldn't sleep. Hey, Em. - Hiya.
- Any news? - All right?
Not that we'd know, 'cause Paula Kosh have been in there so long,
- none of us has had a look-in. - She've only just got here, mun.
- But she's not adhering to the rota. - Aunty Bren!
Ah, right, that was Nadine. She do say Jagadesh is offering us
a complimentary family meal at the Fox.
Stayed with her again last night, he did.
Bold as a blister.
Hang on, what?
My ex-father-in-law is sleeping with my ex-stepmother?!
- Yup. - Only in Pontyberry!
Oh!
Anyway... er, what do you say?
I bet Stella would think it's a good idea.
Nice family lunch?
I won't come but, yes, I think Stella would approve.
- Right, I'm going in. - Bren, for God's sake!
How's that? Better?
Your Aunty Bren have made your old Grampa head of childcare.
What do you think of that?
I thought she meant looking after Holly and Abrah...
turns out she meant you.
They're all heading up the pub in a bit.
Be nice to join 'em, eh?
Change of scene and that.
No, thanks.
She's not going to die... is she, Grampa?
Hey, now!
Your mam is strong...
and Welsh...
and very, very stubborn.
She's not going nowhere, kid.
What in the name of the entire Welsh rugby squad
do you think you're doing, Paula Kosh?!
She's my best friend. She'd do the same for me, I know she would.
That's tantamount to fiddling with a corpse! What's got into you?!
Stella Jackson is not dead!
And while she lives and breathes, I have a duty of care to ensure
that she's not left unkempt and unattended, lying in a hospital bed!
Go on, leave her in peace!
Get down the pub with the rest of 'em!
I could do with a drink, as it happens.
Do you mind if I go for a little drink, Stell?
Oh, she can't hear you, mun! Now bugger off.
Honestly, that woman!
Right. There. That's better.
They say we've got to talk to you, Stell, that it helps.
Ah, ooh-ah. I never got the chance to tell your about what's-his-name.
Lord Llewellyn.
The truth is, I was building him up to be this amazing man,
someone I'd have been proud to call my dad...
um...
he wasn't very nice in the end, beaut.
No.
He wasn't all that at all.
And actually...
I'm quite happy with the dad I had.
Your Bampa Kosh.
I'd rather be a Kosh than a Llewellyn any day of the week.
'Cause he gave me... a lovely family.
I love my family, I do.
And I love you.
My favourite niece.
Admittedly, you're my only niece, but...
you're still my favourite, see?
Nice sleep?
Where is everyone?
Come on.
Stella Jackson is the best, best human person
in the whole... whole world.
You're not wrong there, Paula, love.
Now, listen...
I haven't found the right time to tell you this,
what with everything that's been going on,
but I've got something for you.
- A spoon? - Yeah, but it's not any old spoon.
This...
is covered in the evidence you need
to prove Lord Stanley Llewellyn is your dad.
I nicked it from his saucer.
Yeah, careful, mind, you gotta preserve the DNA.
Thank you, Bobby.
Some things are better left where they are.
Mmm.
It's Michael wants a divorce.
- Oh, shut up! - He does. He told me.
It was said in the heat of the moment, Stella, and you know it.
- Stop being such a drama queen. - Hmm.
Rhian?! Hiya.
Can't see us. No one can.
Hold your bastard horses, I can't keep up, mun!
She's gonna get diagnosed with diabetes,
turn her health around within the year.
Autumn 2019, she's going to run the Cardiff Half-Marathon.
- Good God! - See, miracles do happen, Stella.
Jackson's gonna be a highly successful doctor.
And gay.
- What, camp gay or straight gay? - Lovely gay.
She's going to have three more kids, all by the same dad.
It's not Keckers?
I might just keep you guessing on that one.
Don't worry, mate. I got it.
Come on.
I won't be able to cope, Luke, if she don't come through this.
I'm trying my best, but it's really hard.
I just... I just keep thinking about all the times I argued with her.
Come on.
Just got to take it a day at a time, all right?
Ben!
Can't hear you.
Look, you're in the best place. Come here.
Oh, my babies!
Michael should be with them.
What, joining in the fun?
They look like they're having a great time, don't they?
He's exhausted, Stella.
He needs you.
Can we go see him?
Come on.
He's gonna be a wonderful father to Holly, you know.
But only if you help him.
You need to go back, Stella, and stop faffing around.
You leaving now, then?
I think it's time, don't you?
Rob, do you reckon we'd have made it, you and me,
if you'd stayed here all them years ago and never gone to Canada?
Doesn't matter, really, does it?
The what might have been.
It's the here and now that's important.
We don't ever have to forget each other, Stella.
But we do have to let each other go.
And if you won't let go of me...
I can't let go of you.
You and Michael have many, many happy years ahead of you.
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Don't be scared.
Stell?
Stella!
Hiya, presh.
- Gasping for a drink, I am. - Nurse!
- I'm sorry, Michael. - Hey.
- Shh. - I love you so much.
She's woken up. She's OK. Mam's OK!
Never!
She's alive!
God, she's alive!
_
And just to be clear, you're definitely not getting back with me
'cause you feel sorry for me?
No. I'm definitely getting back with you
because I wanna spend the rest of my life
being irritated by your annoying ways...
- Bloody cheek! You can talk! - laughing at your terrible jokes...
and waking up to your beautiful smile every morning.
Bloody charmer, you are, Jackson.
I don't believe a word you say.
New chapter.
For both of us.
OK?
Hmm.
I'm thinking of retraining to be a midwife.
I reckon I've worked in departure lounge long enough.
- Time to work in... Arrivals! - In Arrivals... I like it.
Don't be ridiculous, Paula Kosh! Christ, you talk shit sometimes.
Now, grab this rice salad.
Hey!
It's for the children!
- Anyway, congratulations, kid. - Oh, thank you.
Giving me another great-grandchild, eh?
- I thought you was looking a bit fat. - Charming!
So, hang on. That means Abrah is gonna be an uncle.
- No... they'd be cousins, won't they? - Cousins, mun. God, you're so thick!
Shut up!
I was thinking, next summer,
you wanna come around all the festivals with me in the van?
Oh, wha'? Immense!
Think of all them girls!
You'll have to cook burgers, mind,
- so you'll stink of onions. - No worries.
We'll take some Febreze with us.
My mate Duckbone went two weeks without washing,
just used Febreze. Job done!
I was sorry to hear you and Keckers have gone your separate ways
along the highway of life.
Dead in the water it was, Yant.
So I'm back in the market.
Listen, babe, I spoke to Karl this morning.
I wanted to tell him about us
- before someone else did. - Oh, dear God!
What did he say?
He said, "Babes, how stunning! You should definitely shag Jag."
Oh, that's so...
so Karl.
Oh.
That's them. They're here!
Benny boy!
- Oh, here she is. - Oh, here she is.
Oh, here she is.
- _ - Bet she's glad to be back.
Stella!
The wanderer returns!
Oh, God, this is so lush!
Oh, I'm in bits!
Get some champagne down ya!
Michael Jackson do look like a happy bunny, don't he?
Cheers!
Oh! God, what'd I miss?
To the safe return of Stella Jackson.
A wonderful wife.
And mother!
- And friend! - And donkey-lover.
- And nana. - Oh!
And daughter!
And what-do-you-call.
To Stella!
- Uh. - Come on then.
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