We set a date.
-Gavin and Stacey! -Gavin and Stacey!
Bryn, we are not to mention the other engagements.
Stace will tell him when she's ready.
I just don't see the point in upsetting him.
When I get married in six weeks' time,
I want you standing there next to me...
As my best man.
Oh, Stace.
-I think I'm in a right mess. -What do you mean?
-I'm late, aren't I? -Are you sure?
Yeah, you know me, regular as clockwork.
So, whose is it then?
(LAUGHING)
So how many of you are goin'?
I don't know... Nine? Ten? Smithy's organising it, isn't he?
I'm so worried. What if you meet someone else?
How? Who? Anyway, what about you?
You're all going out in Cardiff dressed as schoolgirls!
I know.
Well, just tell me you're not gonna have sex with a lap dancer.
-What? -Just say,
"I'm not gonna have sex with a lap dancer".
-I won't! I promise. -Say it!
I'm not gonna have sex with a lap dancer.
Hi, Carol.
-Who's Carol? -Look...
Would you feel better if I took my phone?
I thought Smithy said no phones?
I know, but if it'll make you feel better.
Oh, thanks, babe.
No worries. And if it goes to voicemail,
it's probably 'cause I'm having sex with a lap dancer.
♪ Learned about the man before I fell
♪ But it took time to understand the man
♪ Now at least I know, I know him well
♪ Wasn't it good?
♪ Oh, so good
♪ Wasn't he fine?
♪ Oh, so fine
BOTH: ♪ Isn't it madness
♪ He can't be mine? ♪
-Mmm. -I tell you what.
I still can't get over last night. You were phenomenal.
Really? I was worried it might've been too much for you.
-Oh, God, no. -Well...
You just play your cards right, sweet cheeks,
you never know what might happen tonight.
Go on, say it, now, quickly!
-No! -Go on!
-No! -Please, just whisper it!
It's always been you...
Camilla.
Mum, you seen my wax? What you doing?
-Nothing! -What's with the food?
We ain't sticking round here, we're going straight out.
Gavin, you've got to line your stomachs.
-Toga party, is it? -What?
Nah...
Smithy'll be here in a minute. Keep him downstairs, will ya?
Our little boy having his stag night, eh?
Oh, I know.
Oh, don't get me started.
Why aren't you going?
-It's not too late. -Nah.
I've had it with stags. I've only just got over Chinese Alan's.
Hey, he's getting married again next year.
To that one that used to be in EastEnders.
I know! Gita. So, is he going tonight?
Chinese Alan? Oh, yeah...
There's him, Budgie, Luggy,
Gary and Simon, Dirtbox, Fingers,
-Smithy, Swede and Jesus. -(DOORBELL RINGS)
-So is Andy not going? -Oh, no, don't think so.
(DOOR OPENS)
-Hiya, boys! -(ALL CHEERING)
-Dirtbox! You're looking well. -Not looking too bad yourself, mate!
-Hello, Pam, how ya doin'? You all right? -Hiya, Dirtbox!
Oh, now, there's plenty of beers so help yourselves,
but please make sure that you have at least two sandwiches.
Come here, you little minx. Give me a hug!
Get off me, you big brute!
Jesus, look at them. Cracking Vol-au-vents, Pam.
-All right, boys? -(DOORBELL RINGING)
(ALL CHEERING)
(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
I wanna get that drunk, all right?
Here you go, boys. In you go.
(CHEERING)
-There's a cab pulling up! -That'll be Chinese Alan.
(ALL CHANTING) Chinese!
-Someone order a Chinese? -ALL: Yeah!
'Cause I couldn't get no appointment, could I?
Said it was for emergencies only.
Well, when you gonna go then?
Seeing him Tuesday, aren't I?
Why don't we just buy a tester kit? Get it over with.
-They're 15 quid! -Really?
Well, I'll lend you the money.
Why don't we get one now from Morrisons?
-Leave it, Stace. -Imagine if you are. Would you keep it?
-Oh, I said leave it. -But what's Smithy gonna say?
Are you gonna tell him? Oh, can I be godmother?
Look, I don't want to talk about it no more, all right?
At the end of the day, it's your night,
and, if truth be told, all I wanna do is go out, get shit-faced,
and have a curry or a fight down Caroline Street.
-Oh, you're such a good friend. -I know.
(MUSIC THUMPING)
Well, this is a joke, Smithy.
Yeah, making a man queue on his stag night.
Yeah. You should've seen him, giving it all his, "I'm gonna give him the best night ever!
-"You won't believe it!" -It's gonna be the night of the year, he said!
Hey, how come I'm getting it in the neck?
Shouldn't we be taking the piss out of him?
Look at the beard!
MAN: Oi! Oi! (LAUGHS)
Off to work, ladies?
Put your tongues back in, you pervs!
-Did you see the state of that? -Rotten.
-She was all right. -Smithy, man.
You've got, like, no standards. Like, zero standards.
-How do you mean? -Well, you'll go with anyone.
I think you could be right, you know.
Honestly, I can't think of a single woman
I wouldn't let give me a little nosh.
-Oh, man. He's serious. -Go on. Name one. Any woman.
-Ann Widdecombe. -Why not?
-All right, Nadia from Big Brother. -Bring it on.
But she's a bloke.
Shut your eyes, great pair of babylons, who am I to quibble?
-Janette Krankie! -Yeah, Janette Krankie!
Seriously, I would love to have a go on Janette Krankie.
Not in the uniform, as long as she don't do the voice.
-You could both do it standing up! -(ALL LAUGHING)
-No stag parties. Sorry. -Oh, Jesus!
(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Don't have a go at me!
(ALL ARGUING)
It's part of the stag experience.
Come on, come on.
(SQUEALING EXCITEDLY)
Hey, it's gonna be crackin'.
There's a rugby tournament on tomorrow and they're all out in town.
Under 21s, the whole lot of them.
-Whoa! -(LAUGHING)
-Erin's gone home. -Aw, what?
Oh, Stace, she was absolutely twatted. She said she's sorry.
-No, she didn't, she couldn't speak. -Ah, fair play.
-Is that her sick outside? -Some of it's hers. And some of it's Sean's.
-Who's Sean? -The scrum half. She copped off with him.
(SQUEALING)
-He puked on her leg. -She puked on his back.
-Oh, it was hilarious. -Right. Come on, girls, down in one.
-To Stacey! -ALL: To Stacey!
Right, my round.
Same again?
I'll have a pint... Of wine.
(THONG SONG BY SISQO PLAYING)
(INAUDIBLE)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
I really like your mate. Is it Fingers?
-Yeah, yeah. He's gay. -He's gay.
Very, very gay.
We've known each other for years.
Best mates since we were four.
Oh, sweet!
So, what is it you do then?
-We're singers. -Really?
Yeah. He's Preston from the Ordinary Boys.
Oh, my God!
-And he's the fat one in G4. -Who?
G4. They came second on the X Factor.
-Shut up! -He is! He's the fat one, look.
Oh, yeah. You are!
Hi, how's it goin'? Nice to meet you.
-See? -So, what's with the T-shirts then?
Well, Gavin is an ordinary boy's name
-and my band is the Ordinary Boys. -So...
-So, what you doing here then? -Just out with the lads.
Yeah. Chico, Eton Road and little Ray are over there.
-No, they're not! -Chico! Chi... Nah, he can't hear me.
-(MOBILE RINGING) -Hang on.
Oh, it's Gareth Gates... I'll, uh, take it outside, he'll be ages.
So... What do you think of our version of Bo-Rap?
Some people say it's better than Queen.
All right, love.
Yeah, it's great! Smithy's on fire.
You're not snogging any girls or nothin', are you?
No, baby, don't be stupid.
How's your night going?
Oh... We're having a lovely time.
Everyone's really shit-faced.
Brilliant. Well, listen, you enjoy yourself, okay?
Okay. Speak to you tomorrow. Love you.
Love you, too.
-Excuse me, are you Stacey West? -Yeah.
I'm PC Lovelength. And you, young lady, are in big trouble.
(JUST A LITTLE BY LIBERTY X PLAYING)
-Oh, my God. -(ALL CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
Oh, my God!
No way!
(ALL CHEERING)
Oh, my God. There's no way that's real.
That is lush.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
-I can't eat this. -I know. It's nasty, innit?
No, it's beautiful.
-It's just... I can't believe it. -What?
Shut up.
-Eh? -How dare you, pathetic...
Smithy...
-Stay out of it, Chinese Alan. -What's wrong?
I've had enough. You've gone. You're someone else's.
Ignore him. He's pissed.
Best man. Best mates since we was four.
And now it's over.
You're just drunk. We'll always be mates, you know that.
My dad hasn't seen his best man for seven years.
When him and my mum got divorced he sent an e-mail, degrading.
He hasn't been round our house since 1991.
Who? Your Uncle Keith?
-That's the one. -But he emigrated to Canada.
Ah, look who's opened his mouth.
You're always first with advice aren't you, Jesus?
You know what, no one even wanted you here tonight.
-I had to make that T-shirt last minute. -(ALL CLAMOURING)
-That's not true. -It is true! I can't stand ya.
And if Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, he can shove it up his arse.
-What have I done? -I'm going home.
I've made a fool of meself.
-Smithy, come on. -Shut up.
-What you doin' with that? -I'll have it tomorrow.
-Smithy. -Smith.
-Smithy. -Nice one, Jesus.
-What did I do? -DIRTBOX: Shut up!
-What did I... -DIRTBOX: Shut up!
-It's killing the mood! -Shut up! Tit!
(SHUSHING)
(MUSIC THUMPING SOFTLY)
(SOBBING) I just love him so much!
And I know what you're all thinkin'.
(SNIFFLES)
That it's all too quick and...
It's her sixth engagement.
But it's so different with Gavin.
It couldn't be less... The same.
Oh, and all those other times with, like...
Leighton,
and Kyle,
and even Achmed.
I was just a child.
(SNIFFLES)
But now, I know what love is.
It's Gav.
Oh, Stace...
Don't get me wrong, but to be honest...
At the end of the day, when all's said and done...
(SNIFFLING)
-Do you know what I mean? -(ALL AGREEING)
Simple as.
I always used to call you Craig when you was a little boy.
It doesn't feel right calling a grown man Fingers.
-I mean, where does that come from? -Don't ask.
Look at this, they reckon by the end of next year,
the congestion charge will be up to 12 quid.
-£12 a day. -Yeah? That's why I don't drive.
Well, you can't drive, Budgie, you're still banned, aren't you?
Yeah, but if you remember rightly,
first time I was banned I still drove everywhere. But now,
(SCOFFS) congestion charge, speed cameras. I mean, it's criminal.
You remember little Doug. He's even stopped nicking cars.
-Says it's not worth the hassle. -Shocking.
-How is Dougie? -Not great.
They did the DNA test.
Turns out it was his semen on the dress, so it's not looking good.
Mornin'. You two still want a lift?
-Cheers. -If it's all right with you.
Yeah, but I'm leaving now. I've got to meet Barry by 1:00.
-You all right to drive? -Have something more than that!
I'm fine! I wasn't even that drunk.
-Here. Take this sausage, go on. -Take these with you.
Give that to Gwen for the flowers, okay?
And this one to Bryn. It's for the magician.
-What? -(WHISPERS) Don't ask.
-Thanks, Pam. -Cheers, Pamela.
See ya.
(EXCLAIMING)
So I can't cook either of you an omelette?
Can't face it, Gwen.
Eh, we had the police round here this morning.
-Did you? -Hmm. PC Lovelength, his name was.
-Wants his handcuffs back apparently. -Oh, Mum. (LAUGHING)
He can be so funny. He squirted cream all over his...
-BRYN: Only me! -In here, Bryn! Tell me later.
-Hiya! -Hiya!
(EXHALES)
-You two look rough! -I feels it.
On HTV Wales this morning, they said Cardiff town
had been literally decimated
by a group of unruly schoolgirls.
Joking, I am. (CHUCKLES) It wasn't on the news.
Although on the news, there was a story
about a group of schoolgirls who actually stabbed a teacher,
which I think is disgusting.
-Cup of tea, Bryn? -I won't actually, Gwen.
I just had a skinny, wet latte at Costas.
Uh, I been to town, see? Bought myself a suit.
Why?
I told you, you're wearing the same as Gavin and the ushers!
Tell it to the hand, girlfriend.
Not for the wedding. For the stag!
I mean, we've had the hen, the stag must be just around the corner.
I looked in the wardrobe and I thought,
"There's nothing in here to keep up with those young guns".
Foreign, it is. Swish. Cost an arm and a leg.
But it's Gavin's stag and I think he's worth it. So, when is it?
What?
Well, just tell him the truth.
Babe, I'm not having another stag tonight. I can't!
Please, Gav. He'll be heartbroken.
He's bought a suit and everythin'.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Hiya, babe. -Hiya.
-Did you get through to Smithy? -No, I'll try him in a minute.
All right, Gav?
Gavin, don't worry.
She's explained everything and I think your friends are a shower of shit!
-Sorry you had to hear that. -That's all right, Bryn.
But it makes me so cross to think of this
smashing looking boy not getting a proper stag do.
It's okay. I didn't want one anyway.
I won't believe a word of it. Now,
I am picking you up at 7:00,
we're going straight down the Dolphin for a right good knees up.
Me cockney sparrow! (LAUGHING)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Gav-lar.
I feel rough.
(SIGHS)
Kebab was nice though, wasn't it?
I'm waiting for Lucy, she's got a trampolining display.
What?
No! Just me, you and him?
No, I ain't comin' to Wales.
No chance.
-He's on his way. -Oh, well done.
I'm sorry, Gav. But when Bryn gets an idea in his head, that's it.
-We'll be all right. Might even be a laugh. -(DOORBELL RINGING)
I used to work down the Dolphin, as it goes.
If you see Carl, tell him I says, "All right".
-I don't know who Carl is. -He's got a tattoo that says, "I'm Carl".
-On his chin. -(GWEN SQUEALING) Look who it is!
Hiya, Stace!
(LAUGHING)
All right, Jase?
-How's it going, Ness? -I won't lie to you, I've been better.
-You still gay? -Yep.
Crackin'.
Jase, this is Gavin. Gavin, this is my big brother Jason.
Nice to meet you, Gavin. Heard loads about you.
How come you're back so early?
Well, I was coming over anyway, for the wedding, like,
and then I had a cancellation.
So Jose said, "Well, why don't you go back early?"
And I thought, "Yeah, you know, why not?"
I'll go and spend time with my little sister before she takes the plunge.
Oh, it's so nice to see you.
Oh, I wish you'd told me you were coming. I got nothing in!
There's no beers.
I got a few eggs, a bit of ham and that's it.
-Ooh, I could do an omelette! -(LAUGHING) Nothing changes.
Have you tried this woman's omelettes, Gav? Best in South Wales.
Yeah, I've had one or two.
-(DOOR OPENING) -BRYN: Only me!
I forgot to say, I...
Hi, Uncle Bryn.
You're back then.
-Well, you know the church. -Mmm.
And then this is where we're having the reception.
And see these tables? They get moved and that's where the dance floor goes.
What're you having for your first dance?
I want A Million Love Songs by Take That,
but Gav wants How Deep Is Your Love.
-But the Take That version. -JASON: Nice.
What about food?
Well, Gav's mam's vegetarian,
so we're having these special little quiches made for her.
Oh, look. Why don't you come in the front room with everyone else?
This has knocked the stuffing out of me, Gwen. A real ton of bricks.
He's here for 10 days.
Can't you at least try to be civil to him for Gavin and Stacey's sake?
You two got on good as gold before that fishing trip!
-I don't want to talk about it. -But why, Bryn, why?
Don't!
What happened out there, Bryn? What went on?
I can't say! You know I can't!
(SIGHS)
Now, I will go in that front room
and I will be polite and I will be civil.
But do not ask any more of me than that.
Right, and how many more have you got coming for the evening...
Jason, I think it's very thoughtful of you
to come back early to support your sister and your mother.
Thank you, Uncle Bryn. Uh, I appreciate that.
-And then for the cars, we got this. -Nice! A Bentley.
Yeah. We wanted a horse and carriage,
but they'd totally run out of horses.
-Really? -Yeah. I was gutted.
We're gonna need our own cab firm that day,
there'll be that many people wanting a drink.
Hey, don't forget, I can get four in the Picasso.
-Yeah, but, Uncle Bryn... -Oh, Doris will need a lift.
And then Aunty Peg will need taking right to the door.
I've never been in a Bentley before. I can't wait.
Hang on a minute...
And me and the bridesmaids are going in a stretched Mercedes.
I've been practising the walk. It's, uh, right together,
left together and you go on my right, don't you, Stace?
-Look, um... -Yeah, it's on the right.
Walking down the aisle, man, it's terrifying. All those faces looking.
Wait, I think there's been a misunderstanding.
Jason, I'm so sorry,
but you won't be giving me away.
-Oh. Right. -Why not?
Mum, I know it's what you wanted.
But the thing is,
since Dad died...
Well, I don't know how we'd have coped if it wasn't for you, Uncle Bryn.
And that's why I want you to give me away.
As a thank you, really, for all that you've done for us.
And I think it's what Dad would've wanted.
So will you? Give me away?
(WHISPERS) I'd be honoured.
Bit of a kick in the teeth for you that, eh, Jase?
-Cheers. -Yeah, cheers.
Here's to the big day. And the big night. Yeah?
(SIGHS)
Shame Jason couldn't make it.
What's the deal with you two?
Stacey said something about a fishing trip.
Smithy! There he is! Over here!
All right? All right, Bryn?
Here he is, the best man.
Now, let me say my piece before we get started.
You, young man, are a disgrace.
What kind of best man doesn't organise a stag for the groom?
I mean this poor chap, he's not known where to turn
because you have been filling his head
with all sorts of nonsense about him not needing one.
I shouldn't have to organise all this tonight!
I know. I'm out of order.
Apology accepted. We'll say nothing more about it.
Now, stick these on, I'll get you a drink. What's your poison?
Beer, cheers. Thanks.
-What a shit hole! -I'm sorry, mate.
I've just seen a bloke with a tattoo on his chin.
-That'll be Carl. -Hey! Get those antlers on, you!
-(LAUGHING) -(SIGHS)
Don't talk to me.
So I've got to spend every minute with them,
-share a room and everything, but no funny business? -Yeah.
It's difficult. I'd marry Anneka Rice.
Are we talking Pam St Clements as herself or as Pat Butcher?
-Pat Butcher. -That changes everything,
because I don't think I could sleep with her.
But on the other hand, I don't think I could spend a year with Davina McCall.
(LAUGHING)
The thing is, he don't even have a dog!
I don't even like 'em!
-(LAUGHING) -Stop it! I can't take it!
You know what, you remind me of my friend Roy.
You get yourself in a pickle
but somehow you always wriggle out of it.
Dead now, Roy. Killed himself. Jumped off the top of Morrisons.
-Who's for another drink? -I'll get these.
I'm having a whale of a time.
I don't believe it. It's Achmed!
(SING-SONG VOICE) Achmed!
(LAUGHING) Bryn!
Oh...
I thought you'd moved to Swindon!
Yeah, I have. I'm back to see my mum. She had her appendix out.
What a treat. Come on, come and join us.
I'm meeting a friend, actually, but I've got a few minutes.
BRYN: Smithy, another pint in.
Gavin, this is Achmed. Achmed, this is Gavin.
-All right, mate. Nice to meet you. -All right?
Gavin is Stacey's fiance.
They're getting married exactly one week from today.
(LAUGHING) Well, at least you set a date, mate.
-That's further than most, eh, Bryn? -No, no, never mind.
What do you mean?
Well, when we were engaged, we never got that far.
You were engaged to Stacey? My Stacey?
-Stacey West? -Stacey West. Yeah.
I was number four. You must be, what, number six?
Eh?
Where's Smithy with those drinks, eh?
-How've you been, Achmed? -Number six? What you on about?
I was number four. No, let's see... Um...
-Who was first, Bryn? Was it Kyle? -Here he is!
-Let me help you with those. -No, it was Hywel.
That's right. Then Kyle, Leighton, me, Cliff and now you.
-Yeah, you're number six. -She's been engaged five times?
-What? -Yeah. Didn't you know?
No, I didn't know.
'Cause nobody told me!
Don't think of it as some kind of conspiracy, 'cause it wasn't like that.
It's just Stacey felt it was better if we kept it from you.
Hang on a minute. What's going on?
I feel awful. It was a long time ago.
-Right, who are you? -I don't care how long ago it was.
She knows everything about me.
-Where you going? -I'll be back in a minute.
Gav?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(EXHALES)
Oh, hiya! Why didn't you come round the back?
Why didn't you tell me you'd been engaged five times?
-What? -Why didn't you tell me?
-Gavin... -Yeah. Havin' a lovely night.
-I've just had a drink with your ex fiance! -Oh, my God!
How do you think I feel, Stace?
-Was it Clifford? -No.
-Leighton? -No.
-Hywell? -No, Achmed.
But he's moved to Swindon!
He's home to see his mum. She had her appendix out.
Oh, look, don't stand there. Come in and talk.
No, I ain't stopping.
-Where you goin'? -I don't know!
I don't know anything, do I? I don't even know who you are.
I'm meant to be marrying you a week today, that's a joke!
-Oh, come on, you're overreacting. -Am I?
(SIGHS) I didn't tell you 'cause I knew it would look worse than it was.
I might have been engaged six times but I've only been in love once.
-And that's with you. -How can I believe that?
If you'd have told me at the start I could've dealt with it.
But now it just feels like...
You know, we've been treating it like this is the first time for both of us.
Really exciting and that.
-But you've done it all before. -No!
Five times!
-Five times, Stacey. -(SIGHS)
And now I'm just doubting everything.
Maybe it is too soon, maybe Smithy's right.
No, you're just talking rubbish.
I've been thinkin' about it couple of days now, maybe it is all too quick.
-No, don't you dare... -Maybe we should put the brakes on,
postpone the wedding for a bit.
Or just call it off!
-That's what you want, is it? -I don't know!
Yeah! Maybe.
You want to postpone our wedding
because of things that happened before I even knew you?
Before we'd even met?
(SIGHS)
-I love you so much. -I love you!
But this...
This is just ridiculous.
-Gav... -See ya.
Gavin! Please don't go!
Gavin!
♪ Tell me tomorrow
♪ I'll wait by the window for you
♪ I'll wait by the big house for you
♪ I'll wait by the squeezebox... ♪