Happy Ever Afters Page #6

- I don't wanna dance anymore.

Now. I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to insist.

Keep dancing.

- Hey!

- Hello, everyone.

I didn't get to make my speech

earlier on, so here goes.

Shh! Shh!

A lot's happened to me today.

I've made some new friends.

I've thought a lot about things.

About my life and what I want from it.

Freddie, you are going to make someone

a wonderful husband, really.

- But it's not me.

- [Murmuring]

We're not right for each other

and, to be honest,

I don't fancy going

through this again with anyone.

I mean, to hell with marriage!

Why do we do it anyway?

Can anyone tell me?

- [Stomping]

- [Grunting]

What I'm trying to say is, from now on,

I'm going to do what I want to do,

for myself,

not what others tell me to do.

So, Freddie...

...I want another divorce.

- [Drum roll, clash of cymbals]

Oh, Jesus.

Right, I've had enough of this. Declan.

Where are you going?

They can't deport me

if they can't find me.

Please...

Tell Emily...

Tell her I'll send her a message.

You, where's the groom?

- No, wait, please.

- Think you can manage that?

That's for Sophie, you scumbag. Yes!

Oh! Oh!

- Are you... Are you all right?

- Are they... friends of yours?

I don't know who they are, honestly.

Are you all right?

You can forget about your money.

- But I'll lose my house.

- I don't care.

- I don't care.

- But...

You just lost me nine thousand.

- Did I?

- You did.

I'm sorry.

Um, there's a few hundred there. Um...

And... just take all my credit cards,

'cause... I'm not gonna be

needing them now, so...

And could you give...

Could you give that to Sophie?

Goodbye.

Not so fast, sunshine.

Wilson Okinwe, I'm arresting you under

section 492 of the lmmigration Act.

Now, you have the right

to remain silent,

but anything you do say

will be taken down in evidence.

What are you doing to my husband?

Well, if it isn't

the darling bride herself.

I'd like to ask you

a few questions, love.

Wilson, who are these gentlemen?

- Stay.

- What's this about?

This way, please.

Wilson, don't be going away... please.

Detective Norman Ginty interrogating.

Hi, Norman.

Less of that, now, missus.

So... you like the black fellas, eh?

[Gasps] I really don't think

that's an appropriate question.

- Where's Wilson from?

- That's easy.

- Africa.

- Whereabouts precisely?

- [Door opens]

- Um...

- [speaks African language]

- Hey.

And where do you think you're going?

I need me ma. I'm only nine, you know.

Go on. You can stay

as long as you don't say a word, OK?

Good girl. You were saying?

Uh... Um...

Sounds like...

low... low...

Loko. Loko. Loko.

Correct. Listen, kid, there's no moving

either, OK? No moving, no talking.

- Have you got that?

- OK.

Good girl. How many brothers and sisters

does he have?

Oh... Um...

- You're sweating, Mrs Okinwe.

- It's all the dancing.

Um...

Two sis... brothers.

- One sister.

- [Sighs]

- Correct.

- I know.

Listen, kid, I'm not joking.

If you so much as twitch, I'm sending

you to jail. Have you got that?

Last chance.

What's his mother's name?

Um...

- I can't say it.

- Oh, can't you?

- I mean, I can't pronounce it.

- Oh, that's rubbish.

I just call her Ma.

- Where did he propose?

- Stephen's Green.

- [Groans]

- That's right, he did.

Gorgeous day.

You're sweating, detective.

Anything else? 'Cause if there isn't,

I'd like to get back to my wedding.

Thanks. Come on.

Wait a minute.

Where do you think you're going?

There you are, love. Oh!

See you in a minute.

I'll just get the bedroom ready.

Oh, come on.

It's all a scam. Admit it.

Oh, God.

Do you think we could borrow

those handcuffs? We'll give them back.

Oh.

Thanks.

- [Mouths]

- Mr Okinwe...

Well, everything seems to be in order.

- And you are?

- [Both] His sister.

Of course you are.

Well, carry on.

Declan.

Congratulations. Lovely wedding.

[Up-tempo music playing]

So, Sophie...

Has all this made you look at women

in, you know, a different way?

How do you mean?

- You know.

- Quick, Sophie, read this.

"Goodbye, world. I'm sorry, Sophie."

- What does that mean?

- I think I know. Come on.

- Freddie!

- Stop, Freddie! Don't move.

I hope you haven't come up here

to talk me out of it, 'cause you won't.

Don't come any closer. I will do it.

I really thought I could do this.

Nothing ever goes right for me.

Freddie, did you take

your medication today?

You?

You're the one that was

in the loony bin, not her.

Me? Course it wasn't me.

He nearly drove me to it. Everything

has to be bloody perfect with him!

But it never is.

I'm such a useless excuse for a man!

Nothing is ever perfect,

no matter how much you want it to be.

So...

- You don't love her.

- [Laughs] Course he loves me.

No. She's right.

I did, I did.

But I don't love you anymore.

I just wanted something

to go right for once in my life.

[Sophie] What?

You moron!

- You put me through all of this!

- I'm so sorry.

- Can... Can you forgive me?

- No f***ing way!

For heaven's sake,

tell him you forgive him.

No. Till death us do part, he swore!

He'll be dead in a minute if you don't

do something. Is that what you want?

- Good enough for him.

- You don't love him either.

- So?

- Go on, woman. Go on.

Go on!

[Sophie] Freddie...

I forgive you.

You do?

I do.

Come down.

It might have worked.

No chance.

We should have known the first time.

It's just the way things are.

- No. No, you keep it.

- It's yours, Freddie.

I don't want it.

I'll see you.

You know, if I can't make this marriage

work, what kind of a man am I?

Do you ever stop moaning?

Didn't you notice?

My marriage just broke up.

Well, it seems to me

it was the best thing for everyone.

Anyway, marriage is not the

be-all and end-all of life.

Like you would know.

- Oh. Molly told you.

- Yeah, she did.

Well, maybe I'm not the best person

to be giving advice,

but you'll get over it,

find someone else even.

- Who'd want me? I'm a nutter.

- Go and look.

What else have you got to lose, hey?

And maybe just try living

with the next one for a while.

If it works out, you can risk marriage

in ten or 20 years.

- I'd better find my daughter.

- Yeah.

I'll do anything you want.

I'll clean the house.

I'll cook.

I'll mind the kids.

I'll lose weight. I'll go to a gym.

Look, I'll do anything.

Just give me another chance.

Not interested.

No more drink. I'll give it up.

Look, you mean everything to me,

you and the kids.

Don't mind what that woman said.

Our marriage means something,

and it's worth saving.

You know...

I don't have to remember the last time

I loved you... 'cause I love you now.

I always did.

And I always will.

Just take me back, please.

[Whispering] Please.

OK, OK.

Just... [exhaling heavily]

Get up off the floor, you eejit.

- One orange juice, please.

- Make that two.

Ah, there you are.

- You weren't that bad, you know.

- Shag off.

Ah, don't be like that. It's a party.

- No, really.

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