How do you go, boys? Ready, boys? John, ready? – Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
– Have a drink. What? What are you all
staring at me for? – What?
– Good. Let's go. JOHN: What? Tommy, what are you playing at?
We're at shotgun range. John, before you go
into battle, there's something
you're going to need. What are you bloody doing,
Tommy? Smile, John.
It's a wedding. Whose bloody wedding? Now, if we told you,
you wouldn't have come. There's a girl
in the Lee family who's gone a bit wild
and she needs marrying off. – Ah, fuck!
– John, boy! (INDISTINCT YELLING) John! – You have no bloody right, Tommy!
– Shh. Shh. Listen to me. Listen to me. A girl who needs a husband,
a man who needs a wife. Tom, I'm not bloody marrying some
fucking mushroom picker… Shh, John boy.
Come on, listen. I've already betrothed you. So if you back out now, there's going
to be one fucking mighty war breaking out here that's
going to make the Somme… That's going to make the Somme
look like a fucking tea party.
But if you marry her, our family
and the Lee family will be united forever
and this war will be over. Now, it's up to you, John. War or peace? Let go of me! Right. You should see the size
of her dowry. Her what? Her dad's giving you a car. Will he do? He'll do. (ALL CHEERING) Here she is. JOHN: She'd better be under 50. Come here. Go on. PRIEST: We're here today to
join in matrimony, this man
and this woman…
You look well. PRIEST: And harmony and togetherness which is sanctioned
and honoured by the presence
and the power of these two families
around us. Do you, John Michael Shelby, take Esme Martha Lee to be your
beautiful young wife? You got my invitation? Grace said
there's a truce. Family day. Your husband
couldn't make it? He's not speaking to me. And when he does he calls me a
"Fucking Shelby" even though
I'm a Thorne now.
A thorn in my side,
that's for sure. My God, Tommy, you admire him, don't you? PRIEST: There remains one more part
of the ceremony. It's the mingling of the two bloods. So the two families
become the one family. I now pronounce
you man and wife! (ALL CHEERING) ADA: And again! You should tell Ada
to slow down. (SCOFFS) You think she'll
listen to me? I've tried stopping her but
she's been drinking. She's been stuck in that little basement
for weeks, what do we expect? She's going off like a firecracker.
Oh, Christ, Tommy, please. Ada, come on, have a rest.
Sit down. Come and look, Esme. Come and look at the family
you've joined. Come and look at the man
who runs it! Chooses his brother's
wives for them! He hunts his own sister
down like a rat, and he tries to kill his
own brother-in-law! Ada, that's enough! And now he won't even let
me have a fucking dance! – Ada!
– Not even at a fucking wedding! – Sit her down.
– Calm down, Ada.
Ada, calm down. Holy shit. Water. Right. ARTHUR: Not now, Ada!
Bloody hell, you do pick your times! (IN DISTINCT CONVERSATION}.
