Happy Ever Afters Page #2

Ladies and gentlemen, please,

all is under control.

Could the Butlers please go with Michael

and take to the left?

The Okinwes follow me to the right.

- Thank you.

- I didn't even understand that.

- This way.

- Come on, everyone! This way!

Cheerio! Congratulations.

You are very welcome, sir.

Everything as you request.

The main room. This is the dancing room.

And you've got the dining room.

I could murder a coke, Dad.

- I'll get you one, OK?

- Thanks.

Hey, could you stop calling him that?

He's not your dad.

He is now.

I was at the wedding, remember?

Seen anyone for me?

Hey, he's cute.

- Hey.

- How are you? Are you well?

Good, thanks. How are you?

Don't worry, love. Fate'll send you

someone when you least expect it.

I've no faith in fate.

It always lets me down.

Hey.

Right, what'll youse have?

If you'd like to follow me, the wedding

photographs will be taken in the garden.

Ah, Jesus. Can we not use the photos

from the last time?

- It's the same people.

- We are doing everything right, OK?

This is the real wedding.

Forget about the last one.

- Da.

- Come on, now, everybody outside.

Follow me, please.

Come this way.

OK, nice and close together.

That's it. That's lovely.

Thank you. Nice, happy smiles.

Sophie, smile. More.

- That's great. And again.

- Is that the best you can do?

Sorry, excuse me, excuse me.

I just... How do I do this?

There.

- Is that your shot?

- Yes.

- All right.

- That's it. OK, here we go.

One more. Lovely.

Have one of me and Freddie, eh?

You'd better not hurt my daughter again,

do you hear me?

- I wouldn't.

- That's good.

OK.

We'll just have one more.

Yeah, just take one more.

Ooh.

I'll be keeping me eye on you,

all right, boy?

Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Right, let's go eat.

- See you inside.

- Hey, guys.

See you.

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, be... Be there in a minute. So...

- That's me da there.

- He's not your da.

- He is. How would you know?

- You're a liar, pants on fire.

He is me da. And you were adopted.

Your real parents were axe murderers

who cut off your granny's head.

- No, they're not.

- Go ask if you don't believe me.

Ma!

Ah, champagne, Mary.

James, how are you?

Ah, girls, here you go.

No, thanks, missus.

We need something a bit stronger.

There you are. What are youse having?

Two double vodkas and slimline,

please, Da.

Where's the kids?

Hmm? I thought you had them.

Oh, Jesus. Can you

not watch them for five minutes?

[Whispers] I thought she had them.

Keep 'em coming, son.

Marriage is a wonderful thing,

eh, Dessie? A wonderful thing.

- This way.

- All right.

[Groans]

- [Maura] Here?

- Yeah.

OK.

Are you OK, guys? Smile.

See? Told you. All fine. Fifty bucks.

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