So, boys, tell me, why do you want to adopt?
You haven't mentioned... What do you take me for?
Gabriel, there's something you're not telling me.
Last time was years ago.
There's no problem any more.
I just think a child needs a mother.
No, Emrys, a child needs love.
Shit!
Hi!
He's my biggest achievement.
Let's do it
# Once I believed that when love came to me
# It would come with rockets, bells and poetry
# But with me and you
# It just started quietly
# And grew!
# And believe it or not
# Now there's something groovy and good about whatever we got
# And it's getting better
# Growing stronger
# Warm and wilder
# Getting better every day
# Better every day
# I don't feel all turned on and starry eyed
# I just feel a sweet contentment deep inside
# Holding you at night
# Just feels kind of natural and right
# And it's not hard to see
# That it isn't half of what it's going to turn out to be
# And it's getting better
# Growing stronger
# Warm and wilder
# Getting better every day
# Better every day
# Na-na-na-na, na-na-na
# Na-na-na-na-na... #
HIGH-PITCHED RINGING
He's got your eyes, Gabe.
Don't be ridiculous.
He'll start looking like you, you know?
I see it all the time.
Bump into families a few years later and they'll all be the same...spit.
Like dogs and their owners?
You're not going to say that in there, are you? No.
Hello, there. You must be... Hi.
Yes, um, I'm Andy and this is Gabe.
Hi. Lovely to meet you both.
I'm Steve Thompson, I'll be chairing your matching panel today.
And don't worry, there's nothing to be nervous about.
All right.
Carys Wells, social worker.
Jenifer Ainsley, panel adviser.
Doctor Zibande, medical adviser. Maria Johnson, foster carer.
Jason Owens, legal representative.
Nia Evans, panel organiser in charge of minutes.
Iwan Jones, family finder. Llinos Parry, Jake's social worker.
Jackie Boothe, Gabe and Andy's social worker.
Gabriel... You don't have to introduce yourself.
And you already know who I am so let's begin, shall we?
So, we're under no illusion that this is going to be easy
by any means, but, uh, well,
we think we know what we're getting ourselves into, right, Gabe?
And we just feel fully prepared for that challenge.
Thank you, Andrew.
I hope you don't mind, Gabriel,
but the next question's actually just for you.
Because a child needs a mother!
Pardon?
A child needs...
Another glass of water?
Yes.
Yes, thank you.
So, Gabriel.
We understand that you've endured
some challenging addiction problems in the past.
And let me be the first to congratulate you
on coming through all that.
But as you know, adopting a young boy with Jake's needs,
now, that can be incredibly stressful.
Just how confident are you that you won't have a relapse?
Are you still with us, Gabe?
Absolutely.
Look...of course you have concerns.
I had concerns too when I started this process
but, Jackie, and don't get embarrassed now, Jackie,
when I say this,
but she has been totally amazing.
Yes.
She's made me see how my
past experiences are actually useful here.
Cos I know what it is to live through trauma.
I've seen some dark days and I'm doing OK now.
In fact, if it didn't make me
sound like a massive show-off,
I'd say I was doing brilliantly.
Oh, wait.
I'm a performer extraordinaire. ANDY CHUCKLES
I am a massive show-off!
THEY LAUGH
So, all right, if I must, I am thriving, actually.
And I know that I can use what I've learned when parenting Jake.
Cos I know how much patience,
acceptance, empathy matters.
How much love matters.
I know that from experience.
And between our friends, our parents...
..we have a solid support network in place.
So, I'm not worried.
Andy's not worried.
Jackie believes in me.
So all I can do now is ask you humbly...
..but hopefully, to believe in me as well.
I should get an Oscar for that.
How about a Jake?
THEY LAUGH
I knew you could do it!
Oh! You buggers!
Llongyfarchiadau. He's a lucky boy.
Ah, come here, we're the lucky ones, right?
Of course, but, well, this is probably Jake's last chance.
OK. Ta-ra.
ANDY CLEARS THROAT
She's been with him from the beginning.
Got him out of there. Right.
But anyway...
..today's a good day. Yes, it is.
Celebrate!
Get your kicks in where you can, boys.
You deserve it.
Thank you, Jackie.
Oh! What?!
Ha-ha!
Oh!
Let's put her out of her misery.
She's going to totally lose it. PHONE RINGS
Good news, Mam. Yeah!
THEY LAUGH
EXCITED SHOUTING OVER PHONE
She's happy!
Ready? Yeah.
ANIMATED CHATTER
Sh-sh-sh!
Course they said yes!
THEY WHOOP AND CHEER
Open the fucking champagne!
We're with child, darlings, we're with child!
MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC
IN WELSH:
Oh, right.
Ta-ra.
LOUD DANCE MUSIC
What did he say? He's happy.
Another round? Oh, I've had my limit, but he hasn't.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You know how much I hate waking up with a hangover.
ALARM BEEPS
HE GROANS
Did I rim you last night?
HE CHUCKLES
Fucking tequila.
Do people stop rimming when they're parents?
I stopped rimming when I was 16.
Get me my toothbrush.
Oh, for Jake's book.
Hmm. Who wouldn't want her for a nanna?
Has Dad sent his yet?
Don't get cross.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
He looks like a serial killer.
We'll go down Saturday.
Come on, baby.
It's time we introduced him to Jake.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
It won't bite, Dad.
Oh!
They've dressed him nicely.
What did you expect?
A sack?
Apparently the only way Claire could get him to stand still
was by bribing him with a bar of chocolate.
That's what he's looking at there.
Behind the camera.
Be careful with that.
You don't want him getting fat.
Is Jake short for anything?
Why?
Well, I just was wondering if that's what you were going to call him?
What else would we call him?
I don't know.
Something Welsh?
We can't change his name, Dad, it's his identity.
It's who he is.
You changed yours, Gabriel.
But that was my choice, wasn't it?
Well, actually,
we were thinking we might take another photo of tad-cu
seeing as we're here,
for the book.
Tad-cu?
It's what we thought he'd call you?
If that's OK with you?
Gabe said it's what he called his grandad.
Erm, I'm sorry.
Did I pronounce it wrong?
No, no.
You pronounced it beautifully, Andy.
Fuck's sake, Dad.
A woman's work is never done!
WATER RUNS
SWITCHES TAP OFF
Oh, lovely, Emrys.
Would you like to see it?
No, you're all right.
But, um, seeing as we're alone...
..There's a hole in my pocket.
It's a real nuisance.
But I've been struggling with my eyes recently
and I was, er, I was wondering
if you might sew it for me?
Er...
Why don't you ask Gabriel?
You do know that Gabe makes all of his own costumes, don't you, Emrys?
Does he?
Yeah.
They're astonishing.
Still I'd...I'd rather you did it, if it's all right with you?
And...
..there's no need to tell Gabriel.
He doesn't need to know.
Why don't we give Jake a Welsh middle name?
I'm not doing that just to please my Dad.
It wouldn't be to please your dad.
Look, I know you think you don't want Jake to speak Welsh,
but I... We're not sending him to a Welsh language school. Wait, hear me out.
He'll have enough to deal with
without learning another language as well.
But I've looked into it
and there's an immersion unit in Gabalfa he'd go to first...
..and then... I said no!
You'll never understand.
Try me.
Growing up I always struggled with Welsh.
Every word is gendered so it's hardly queer-friendly, is it?
And it's got all these grammatical rules
so it's easy to get things wrong
and my dad was constantly correcting me.
Teaching you.
Correcting me.
And the only gays on S4C when I was growing-up
were either paedophiles, murdered in toilets
or fucking Skeleton from Super Ted.
Try growing up in Northern Ireland.
I just didn't feel like I could be queer in Welsh.
And plus I don't like the Welsh words for gay.
Gwrywgydiwr.
Man-gripper.
Makes me sound like a JCB.
Or hoyw.
Well, hoyw, it just sounds so gay.
And what's wrong with that, you self-hating homophobe?
I like hoyw.
It's beautiful.
Hoyw.
Hoyw-oo.
That "ooh", it's erotic.
Gives me a hard on.
Hi.
Well, it turns me right off.
So when I came out to my dad I couldn't decide which one to use,
so I ended up coming out in English.
He misheard me! Thought I said I was OK!
Ended up having to come out twice.
The second time was much worse.
So forgive me if I don't want our son learning a language
which has excluded and rejected me all my life.
But that isn't true.
Come on, coming out in any language is gonna be hard.
Your issue isn't Welsh.
Your issue's your dad.
It's the same bloody thing!
But your dad hasn't rejected you, Gabriel.
And it's your mother-tongue.
# Diffodd y tywyllwch, tyrd a'r dydd
# Gad im ddod o'r nos yn rhydd. #
Gabe?
Mother tongue is sexist. Oh!
Did you use a filter on this?
Yoo-hoo! Don't mind me!
I'm just having a wee clear out.
Hi, Mum!
Fucking hell!
Mother!
Now there's no need to be embarrassed, boys.
You've been through our sex drawer!
Well, I didn't know it was your sex drawer until I opened it, did I?
Point is, if I can find your treasures, so can Jake.
You have to think about these things now.
You'll have to have to find somewhere new to keep your toys.
Anyway, I can't imagine you use all of these, do you?
We might as well have a wee clear out.
Right.
Keep, tip, recycle?
I could always bring it home if you don't want it?
Mum!
SHE LAUGHS
I'm only joking!
Or am I?
Bit of bleach, it'd be good as new.
Oh, my actual God!
Oh, have a look in the front room.
I got a few wee bits and bobs for Jake.
This is not a few bits and bobs!
Hmm, I got excited.
But he'll come with his own stuff, Mum,
and I already bought him a few extra things from us.
Have you? Er...yeah.
This isn't a few extra things.
I got excited.
I thought we were doing this together?
What are you gonna do for a bed? Do you want me to...?
No, I've already had a look around Ikea.
Oh, are these the colours you're thinking of? Not that.
That will get grubby so quickly, but maybe...
Oh, for God's sake, Mum, back off!
You need to let us do this on our own.
Sorry, love, it's just...
..I never thought I was gonna be a nana.
When did you get this wardrobe?
I built it yesterday.
It looks like you and I are both going to have to get used to
being a spare part, eh, Gabe?
This is where we cook, Jake.
Dad's a brilliant cook.
You can help make them with me if you like.
And I'll help eat them.
Lucky I'd made plenty.
Gabe ate five.
THEY LAUGH
I'm just gonna pick up my wages.
Don't wait up.
And then the poor dad developed somewhat of a foot fetish.
And by foot fetish, OK, I don't just mean a toe in the mouth.
No.
It's true.
Said he preferred the girth.
To what do we owe this pleasure, Blodyn?
HE SPEAKS WELSH
If I can call you Grandma.
Touche.
Jesus, Gabriel!
I thought you were dead.
Sent you a wreath last week.
No, I'm only teasing.
Gabe's not dead,
he's a dad.
AUDIENCE: Woo!
Thank you.
Because Gabe and his hero of a partner Andy
have somehow managed to convince social services
to trust them with a child.
Yeah, so their lives may as well be over!
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE
You wouldn't catch me with a child.
My brother's enough of a fucking liability.
Why do you have such a February face,
so full of frost,
of storm and cloudiness?
And now, dear Peter...
..it's time you grew up.
What if I'm shit at it?
Then, my darling,
at least he'll have fabulous taste.
# I try to discover
# A little something to make me sweeter
# Oh, baby refrain
# From breaking my heart
# I'm so in love with you
# I'll be forever blue
# That you give me no reason
# Why you're making me work so hard
# That you give me no-o-o-o
# Soul
# I hear you calling
# Oh, baby, please
# Give a little respect
# To me. #
HE SIGHS
Now we're all here,
Claire, do you want to lead on the practicalities,
seeing as you've done this hundreds of times before.
Good. I can't bear fannying around in planning meetings.
Grab your pen, boys.
Take a deep breath.
Welcome to Introductions.
Monday, I'll want you at mine ten o'clock sharp.
Don't be late.
He'll have been up since six, waiting for you.
Hey, buddy.
All right?
Careful, boys.
Two hours will be quite enough on the first day,
because the next day, you can stay for lunch,
see how I do things,
meet the whole gang.
Oh, I don't like. People who don't eat their greens...
Neither do I.
Clear your plates, boys,
or there won't be any pudding. Yay!
Great, guys.
It'll be an even earlier start for you the following day
cos I'll need you there for...
Morning, sweetheart.
Aw!
Hi.
But be warned,
he'll start testing you as the week goes on.
Claire lets me have sugar.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You said no sugar, so it's no sugar.
Your rules now, Dadi.
Jake? Jake?
Jake? By now, you'll be taking him out all day.
Dads!
I want to go now, now!
Which one of you is his dad?
CHILD CRIES
We both are.
Then that evening you'll do the bedtime routine with me.
Bath, not shower.
Boys smell, always better to submerge their bits.
You want? No, it's fine.
ALARM RINGS
Then the next day, we will come to yours for the first time.
Come on!
HE LAUGHS
SHOWER RUNS
Hi. Hey. Hey.
Come on.
Your bedroom first! Yeah? Come.
Hmm?
Do you like it, Jake?
I bloody love it!
Do you want to hear the sharp side of my tongue?
Your job now, not mine.
First one to Billy wins!
One, two, three!
You OK? Be careful, Jake, er...
OK, make sure he doesn't... OK, Gabe!
There's no room. Gabe, come on! Andy, there's no room.
It's fine. OK, all right.
OK, are you ready? Let's get a picture! Let's get a photo!
OK! Yah!
Cheese!
ALL: Cheese!
Yeah!
Good.
LAUGHTER
I'm just popping to Neverland to sort out my costume for Friday.
I won't be long.
Take it easy, mate.
I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
HE VOMITS
Gabe got drunk last night.
He hasn't got drunk since...
I'm worried he's having second thoughts.
Have you asked him?
Don't be too hard on him, poor mite.
We're all damaged.
It just so happens your damage makes you behave like a saint.
I'm not damaged!
You have some intense abandonment issues, love.
It's why you can't help yourself doing everything.
You mother him all the time.
You'd do anything you can to stop him leaving.
That is not true.
You brought me breakfast in bed every morning
from the age of seven, sweetheart.
That's not normal.
Well, you're one to talk.
You're...you're overbearing.
Same issue.
Your father was a wanker! Hmm.
Go on, love, go on.
QUIETLY: Sh.
Not in, love?
Maybe if you involved him a wee bit more.
Don't blame me!
What if he doesn't want this, Mum?
Well, you both have to want it, love, otherwise...
..it'll be a disaster.
The problem is...
..if he doesn't want it then...
You still do.
Yeah.
More than anything.
More than Gabriel?
I don't know, Mum.
HE SOBS
Oh, love.
Hi, Dad and Dadi.
Oh, hiya, Jake!
Oh, I see Billy's arrived!
And there's my potty-mouthed dads!
Now, remind me, Jake,
which one's which again?
Easy.
Dad. Dadi.
Dadi likes to wear dresses.
Dadi sounds a bit like Mummy, so...
Bit heteronormative that, Jake.
How can I be that when I don't even know what that means?
Well, it means...
Is it when you don't like gays?
Cos I do like gays.
I asked for two gays when I met you, didn't I, Claire?
Two dads, Jake.
And today, when Carson in year six said gay people were disgusting
cos they mince all the time,
I punched him in the face, didn't I, Claire?
Jake! I was hoping we might warm up to that.
If you like wearing dresses, Dadi...
..does that mean you do all the cooking as well?
ANDY LAUGHS
Well, at least he's claiming us!
You laughed at me.
No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.
You and Claire.
I mean, I know it's funny that I can't cook.
Oh, that isn't why we were laughing.
That I can do fuck all!
Andy cooks.
Andy builds wardrobes.
In fact, what useful skills am I actually bringing
to the parenting table?
Oh, for God's sake, don't be so petty. You sew...
Oh, a fat lot of good that'll do if a tsunami hits Cardiff.
We don't get tsunamis in Cardiff!
You're behaving like a fucking child, Gabriel!
See?
You are the mum and the dad.
Delia Smith and Bob the Builder.
And I'm just the lazy one!
Now who's being heteronormative?!
I'm not being heteronormative!
No, no, you just said that women do the cooking whilst men do the DIY!
You can't get more binary than that, babe!
You know, for a proud queer you ain't half internalised
some dodgy shit along the way.
It's what I grew up with!
Ah, bullshit!
your dad did everything when your mummy passed away.
Yeah, well, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm not dead!
But you still do everything
Yeah, well, I wouldn't have to if you pulled your fucking finger out!
So you do think I'm lazy!
No, no! I think you're being a twat
and this isn't a competition!
Tough shit.
There's two of us. It will be!
OK.
OK, so...
..well, maybe we want this to stop then. Is that it?
We couldn't do that.
Can't let him down.
Can we?
No, Gabe.
I have no intention of letting him down.
I'm talking about us.
Because if this isn't working for you then...
..maybe we should stop.
Because I will adopt Jake...
..with or without you.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean...
I know.
I want to adopt Jake.
I do.
Would you have really chosen Jake over me?
Well, we don't need to worry about that any more now, do we?
DOOR CLOSES
One of the only reasons Mam sent me to a Welsh-language school
is because when I grew up she wanted me to fuck Ioan Gruffudd!
LAUGHTER
I'm serious!
So, you know, off I tootled.
And at first I'm thinking why the fuck has she sent me here?
Cos even at 11, OK, I am camper than Nigel Owens
and Gareth Thomas doing the tango.
I stuck out like an erect penis.
Especially yours, I hear.
AUDIENCE: Ooh!
He did!
It was only afterwards I realised the world's best-kept secret.
That Welsh, well,
Cymraeg, is actually one of us.
Seriously, Welsh is totally queer.
AUDIENCE: Ooh!
Oh, all right?
Oh, you're here late.
# I'm so in love with you... #
Celyn. # I'll be forever blue... #
Just...
HE CHUCKLES
Oh, suit yourself.
HE SNIFFS
Oh!
Everyone out there loved me tonight.
I'll be replacing you soon.
If Welsh is so queer friendly,
explain man-gripper to me.
What are you talking about?
Gwrywgydiwr?
Gwrywgydiwr doesn't mean "gripper", does it?
It's an old Welsh-word for copulate.
How do you know that? My lecturer told me.
In my final year.
Read through my dissertation on queer theory and Cymraeg.
I should interview you really.
Cos Blodyn said you've got a Welsh chip on your shoulder
the size of Anglesey.
I don't have a chip on my shoulder!
Why aren't you sending Jake to a Welsh language school, then?
That's really none of your business!
You need to get over yourself, Gabe.
The world's moved on.
Queers have even taken over the fucking Eisteddfod.
Haven't you just changed your pronoun to "they", Celyn?
So?
Well, Welsh nouns are gendered so...
Not all nouns.
Some are masculine and feminine.
And I bet you didn't even know the North-Walian for "penis" is feminine.
Couldn't get any queerer than that!
I'm thinking of changing my pronoun to "Welsh" actually.
I'm not quite settled on "they".
That doesn't make any sense to me.
Well, not everything's about you, Gabriel. Says he.
Says they.
You've got to let people make mistakes, Cel.
Why the fuck should I tolerate other people's mistakes?
My Dad never fucking tolerated me, did he?
Fuck's sake, they've got you now.
They've fucking got you, ain't they?
Who's fucking got me?
You know, you used to be radical, Gabe.
And now, what, one sniff of parenthood
and you've turned fucking straight.
Can you believe he said that?
They.
They!
They think
they know it all!
You know what I mean.
You sing it, sister.
Now it's all LGBTQX-tra large with a whopper.
One can't keep up.
# Where-ere
BOTH: # Is love? #
Mind you...
In this world...
..there is a kind of painful progress.
Fuck.
We're the dinosaurs now.
Gabe?
Sorry, babes.
I was a bit of a dick back then.
It's just the coke talking.
It's fine, Blodyn.
You made me think, actually.
Well, Mam always used to say you need a man
to stimulate your brain as well as your balls.
Wait.
Does this mean you're gonna shag me?
I won't tell anyone.
Andy isn't just anyone.
And neither are you.
All right, Grandad, suit yourself.
It's Dadi, actually.
Celyn!
Fly, my pretty,
fly.
DOOR OPENS
Where were you?
You said you wouldn't be long.
I...I phoned you...
My phone died.
Cariad...
I'm sorry.
I thought maybe you'd...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't trust you.
This isn't your fault, And, it's mine, I've done this to you.
No, it is, I've done this to you.
Mum says I mother you too much because I've got abandonment issues.
Well... And it's not your fault
that my shit makes me behave like a saint
while your shit makes you behave like a twat.
Thanks. I think...
No, I'm not a saint though, Gabe.
And I can't keep forgiving you over and over and over again.
But you won't have to, I promise!
And I've been panicking that it's all just gonna happen again and...
I thought I was going to have to choose Jake over you
but I don't want to lose you.
Andy, I don't.
I thought I did but I really, really don't.
You are not going to lose me...
..you idiot.
Oh, my God, And,
you're turning into me, you crazy person.
Before you know it, I'll be doing the cooking and building shelves.
And I'll make space for you, if that's what you want.
I will, I promise.
I don't want to cook or build shelves.
And that's fine, too. You don't have to.
Cos I actually really love all that shit.
We just need to...
Be ourselves.
Yes! And, and, and I need to...
..to actually believe me when I say that I'm really not going anywhere.
Yeah.
But you need to stop hating yourself.
I don't hate myself.
Aha, yes, yes, you do.
You're a classic gay.
You're a classic Welsh gay.
Doubly oppressed.
Doubly self-hating.
Double the internalised shame.
It's exhausting.
But I love you anyway, you twat.
I bloody love you.
Come here.
I bloody love you, too.
Now who's mothering, eh?
I'm fathering actually.
Do you want me to stop?
Nah, you're all right, actually.
Come on.
I've come for a sleep-over.
Hey, Jake.
Don't you want to say goodbye?
Sorry. Don't be. It's as it should be.
See you tea-time tomorrow.
And don't put up with any shit.
Goal!
Are you sure you don't want to play out there?
There's much more space.
Why don't we just pass it back and forwards to each other?
How do I win then?
It's not about winning. It's just, um...
It's just fun.
I have fun when I'm winning.
Let's play dodgeball instead.
JAKE LAUGHS
Stop it!
What's wrong?
There's nothing wrong.
Just you're not keeping Dadi safe.
Stop it, Jake.
For God's sake, I said, "stop it"!
Sorry, Jake.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
I just had a bit of a shock, that's all.
I wanna go home.
OK.
Dad will have made us lunch.
No.
I want to go home...
..to Claire's.
If you don't finish it, there won't be any pudding.
I see you've nearly finished, Dadi.
Want some cake?
You bought a cake with my name on it?
Bought!
I made a cake with your name on it.
It was Dadi's idea.
Shall I go?
It's OK.
I will.
Jake?
RATTLING
I've made a right mess of things, haven't I?
Of course Jake's gonna find it hard to control his emotions.
Must be such a lot going on in his head.
I know my head feels pretty full right now.
RATTLING CONTINUES
That feels a bit better.
GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS
Am I a girl now?
Or am I still Jake?
Well, what do you think I am?
A Dadi?
Then I think you're still a Jake.
Hello, Jake.
Hello, Dadi.
# Ti sy'n lliwio'r blodau
# A mantell gwlith y bore
# Tyrd ysbryd y nos
# Ysbryd y nos
MOTHER JOINS IN: # Tyrd yma nawr
# Gwasgara'r ofnau, cyn daw'r wawr
# Diffodd y tywyllwch
ANDY: # Tyrd a'r dydd
# Gad im ddod o'r nos yn rhydd. #
WHISPERS: What was that song?
Just a song my parents used to sing to me.
Maybe we should explore some Welsh schools.
Take a look.
It wouldn't do any harm, would it?
So, we're all set for Monday, then?
No.
He's attaching really well.
We wait till Monday, he'll start shifting back towards me.
It needs to happen sooner.
I've got my last performance tonight.
Then make it a good one.
And he can move in tomorrow.
But we don't usually place on weekends.
Well, I'll be around if anything goes wrong.
As far as I can see, we don't have a choice.
If we don't do it soon, we'll jeopardise the attachment.
Fuck.
So, this is it.
Yeah.
Last night of freedom.
Let's go out tonight
before the show, a date.
What? Like the old days.
Look, if you're worried about how much there's still left to do, then don't come to Neverland.
What, and miss your last performance?
But there'll be plenty more.
Come on!
Please, last night of freedom!
Gorge.
# Never knew I could feel like this
# Like I've never seen the sky before
# Want to vanish inside your kiss
# Every day I love you more and more
# And there's no mountain too high...
Give it up for Gabriel and Andy!
Come on, boys!
# Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
# Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
# But I love you, I love you
# Until the end of time
THEY LAUGH
# Come what may
# I will love you
# Until my dying day
# Oh, come what may
# Come what may
# I will love you
# I will love you...#
SHOUTING
Hey?
Hey, lads!
Hey, break it up there, lads, come on.
Someone's gonna get hurt.
Come on, lads.
Whoa, whoa!
Come on, then!
I was just trying to...
Go on!
What the fuck? Run, man!
Come on, let's go!
# Come what may
# I will love you
# Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
# Come what may
# I will love you
# Until my dying...
# Day! #
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE