All language subtitles for Brief Encounters Afl.1.English

♪ When you're love, you
know you're in love

♪ No matter what you try to do

♪ You might as well resign yourself

♪ To what you're going through

♪ If you're a hard man
or if you're a child

♪ It still might get to you

♪ Don't kid yourself
you've seen it all before

♪ A million mouths have
said that too ooh-ooh

♪ I've had my hard times in the past

♪ I've been a husband and a lover too

♪ I've lain alone and cried at night

♪ Over what love made me do

♪ And the loved ones who let me down

♪ And didn't share my point of view... ♪

This is me, son. I'd better get to work.

No, please don't go.

Come on, mate. You don't want to
be late on your first day, do you?

Hm?

- You can tell me all about
it at teatime. Yeah? - Mm.

- See you later.
- See you later.

You knock 'em dead, son.

Come on.

Here's your PE kit. Don't sell
it. I want it all back, all right?

Give us a kiss. Have a
brilliant day. Enjoy it.

Have a good first day. Yeah?

Right.

- You weren't thinking of keeping
that, were you? - No, course not.

I'm only messing. Bugger all in it anyway.

Well, don't you look dapper, eh?

First day? Yeah, it's my
Nessa's first day an' all.

Got a son here too. He's over
there with his coat on backwards.

- Here you are. You won't
mind, would you? - Oh, um...

Only got baby Graham
left and then I am free.

- You got any more?
- Er, no, only Dean. - Ah.

Here you are. You would charm the
birds out of the trees, wouldn't you?

Just like your daddy.

- Mrs Dempsey?
- Yeah.

Seems the money from Ian's zoo trip
last term is still outstanding.

- All right.
- If you're having difficulty...

- Keep your wig on. I'll just
give it to you tomorrow. - Right.

This is the third of my lot
that she's tried to teach.

What she really needs
is a bloody good shag.

- Pork belly, Pauline? - Hm?
- Pork belly for dinner tonight?

I asked Russell to keep some back
from this morning's delivery.

Sorry, Brian.

That sounds lovely.

Oh, Russell. Have a care, man.

What sort of impression does canoodling
in the street have on Spake's good name?

- Not a very good one? - Exactly. Put him
down. He's got the scrag end to sort.

- Yes, sorry, Mr Spake.
- Look we are engaged, Mr Spake.

Yes, but engaged in what, Dawn?

- I gotta go.
- Russell! There's a queue forming.

- I'm coming, Mr Spake.
- Er...

I don't think so.

Be with you in a minute

- Mrs Spake, I've finished in the front room.
- The 'lounge', please, Stephanie.

I'll do upstairs next, I
can see you're busy in here.

Frank Ardle.

- Jack Fryer.
- Bastard.

Let's keep this civilized.

Malcolm Gates.

Maurice Cole.

And Terry Kirke.

- Cheers, Gordon, you fat wazzock. - No need
for that. - No-one's letting you go though.

You bastard.

You lot'll be next. The place
has only got six months.

Hi, love.

Dean's in bed. He waited up as long
as he could, but he's shattered so...

I think he had a good first day.

Er, I've... I've kept your tea warm.

So, er...

.. now that Dean's in school,

I want to get a job.

And um... and I found this.

I'll keep the cleaning on.

It's sales work, it's evenings.

- So --
- Exotic lingerie?

- I know it --
- What the hell's exotic lingerie?

Well, it's... selling underwear.

What, to dirty old men?

No, it's 'ladies only' parties, look.

I don't want you doing that.

- Don't be silly. It's
just underwear. - No.

I got laid off.

What?

- God, Terry, they can't do that.
- It's a friggin' joke.

If it wasn't for us they wouldn't
even have a poxy factory.

Love, I'm so sorry.

But, look, you'll find something
else. I can get more work.

Have you got any idea
what it's like out there?

- Terry, I --
- I don't want to talk about it.

- Dean, that's the rent money.
- Mum, look, we're rich.

No, love, don't play with that.

Er, Terry,

we're popping down the shops
to get something for tea.

- Isn't Dad getting up today?
- He will love... later.

Come on.

But, Mum, please. He's
not had his tea yet.

Right, what can I get you lovely ladies?

Er, neck of lamb please, Mr Spake.

Mum, is Daddy angry at us?

- No, of course not, love. He... He's
just a bit sad. - Because he lost his job?

He's done what?

- Is this true, Stephanie?
- Mum, it's not his fault.

- Well, whose fault is it then?
- Mum, they're laying everyone off.

So he says. He can't keep
his mouth shut, that one.

- His temper will be the undoing of him.
- Mum, please.

Oi! The kiddie's taking
money from the spastic box?

Course he's not, he just...
likes the dog on it is all.

My husband's an invalid.

Oh.

Two thin pork sausages, please.

I hope Terry's not lying around
at home wallowing in self pity.

You don't want to end up
on the social, Stephanie.

I'm going to get a job.

- Doing what?
- Sales.

Sales?

Aw, Stephanie, love, don't be daft.

I mean, you've got to have
something about you to do that.

I thought you were staying for a cup
of tea. You always do on Wednesday.

I'm sorry, but I've got an appointment

- and I really don't want to be late.
- No, of course.

Probably for the best. I've got
things to be getting on with too.

Mrs Spake, my wages...

On the side.

Thanks, Mrs Spake.

Oh, Stephanie, hang on.

You've mopped me into a corner.

- Oh.
- Oh!

I will if you will.

- Er, I...
- Oh, come on.

Well, there you have it.

What do you think, ladies?

It seems shocking, I realise that,

but I'm telling you, women want to

reignite the passion in their
marriages, make sex fun.

There are people out there who think
women aren't interested in sex.

But they're wrong.

And I want you to help me prove it.

Beats selling wicker.

Sod it. I'm in.

I can't do this.

- I thought it was just selling underwear.
- Where are you going?

We can make some money with this. She
just said 30% on everything we sell.

I don't think I can stand up in front
of a group of women and talk about...

- .. those.
- We've got to give it a go though.

Right?

Oh, my God. Did I really
just invest in a box of...

- marital aids?
- Yeah, you bloody did.

Oh, it's gonna be a right giggle.

My Kieren is gonna soddin' love all
this. What husband wouldn't, eh?

- Not telling yours?
- Er... no, I will.

- I just... need to prove
it'll work first. - You will.

Now all we need to do is
get ourselves a party.

Those factory bosses don't give
a toss about the likes of us.

That's the beauty of this.
You'll be your own boss.

50 up front, the rest next
week and that's it, you're in.

I really like my hair
now the perm's dropped.

You should get a perm,
they're great for lank hair.

Um, Lisa,

would you ever host one of
those party-plan sales things?

Not bloody likely, they're awful.

Some tacky woman begging you to
buy plastic stackable containers.

How desperate do you
have to be to do that?

Don't you ever want more

than... just this?

Yeah, course. I can't wait to have a
baby like you and not have to work.

I think Barry should get his
sperm counted or summat...

cos there's definitely
summat up with his pecker.

I bloody love this song.

I don't know, Jim. I'm not
sure. It's a lot of money.

Maybe you have to run
it past the little wife.

I'll think about it.

- All right, there you are.
- Cheers. You didn't have to get a round in.

I'm not in the workhouse yet, Barry.

I know, mate.

Here's to you finding something soon.

What did he want?

Nothing.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just...

I've had too many beers.

Oh, you didn't have that many.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

I'm... just... knackered.

Listen, Nita, would you do me a favour?

Will you take this back for me?

Selling this stuff, it's...
it's not really me.

Oh, mate. That's a shame.

Is that for the Blue
Peter bring-and-buy sale?

No.

No, love.

Nice one, thanks for
that. I owe you a pint.

I'll hold you to that.

Who was that?

Jim... from down the pub.

What did he want?

- Where's the rent money?
- I gave it to Jim. 50 quid deposit on a cab.

His cousin's setting up a business.
Needs another 50 by the end of the week.

We don't have another 50
quid. That was all we had.

- We'll ask your mum for a loan.
- She doesn't have any money.
- What about your dad's accident money?

- How can you even suggest that?
- We'll pay it back.

It'll be our own business. No-one
to answer to. It's a good earner.

And in the meantime, we live off what?
You've spent everything we have.

- Give me a break.
- No, extra cleaning isn't gonna sort this.

- I'll have to find something else.
- You can't do anything else.

What the hell am I gonna do? I can't
even touch the stuff, let alone sell it.

You need to get over that sharpish.

Go on then.

- Oh, my God. What is that?
- A willy warmer.

Quick, son. I don't want the
world and his wife seeing this.

- Nita, you get sexier every day.
- Kieren, where did you get that?

- Thinking about that for your fella, now the
weather's turned. - Where did you get that?

A friend. I promise.

He makes promises like he makes babies
-- easy to make hard to deliver.

Do you wanna buy a telly? It's
got a remote control. Show her.

She doesn't wanna buy a telly.

Not when she's got these
to keep her entertained, eh?

Out.

Well, I better get these
back while Terry's out.

Have you still not told him?

No, he's um...

It's complicated.

When it comes to the men
we love, it always is.

Stephanie?!

I'm going to clear under the bed, so you
can give it a good hoover through this time.

I will be up in a minute, Mrs Spake.

Brian can get through as
many as three shirts a day.

I think it must be something
to do with working with meat.

Oh, did I tell you Councillor
Matlock has given Brian the nod.

The Rotary... are about
to make an approach.

Mrs Spake, um, I've
taken on some sales work

and I'm looking for someone to
host a party at their house.

You'll get money off the goods
I sell and um... a free gift.

A party.

Tupperware, is it?

I'm really very sorry if I
offended you, Mrs Spake.

No, no, not offended, dear, just...

- not sure it's up my street.
- Of course. - I am open-minded.

- No, I know.
- Just... just not that open-minded.

Pauline,

the Rotary is within my grasp.

Councillor Matlock says it's
gonna be a very busy time for me.

Oh, you're sat in the dark.

I won't be around as much in the evenings,

so you might want to think about
taking up a hobby, Pauline.

Something to get you out of the house.

- The other Rotary wives meet every
Wednesday for sherry -- - Yes.

Thank you, Brian. Now, if you don't mind,

I have a bird to baste.

I have to be quick,

Brian's nearly finished his ablutions.

I will... host that party.

What?

Oh, Mrs Spake, that's fantastic!

Thank you. Um...

Well, you'd better invite
some of your friends.

Can you fire up the heated
towel rail, my love?

I want white doves to be
released after my wedding but...

- Mm-hm. - .. my dad said he won't
pay for that barm-pot nonsense

and what's wrong with his racing pigeons.

Can you imagine? A flock of
dirty, grey racing pigeons

- doing their business all over
my nice white frock. - Ohh.

- He's off his blinkin' rocker.
- Mm.

I'll be with you in a minute, Mrs Matlock.

- Oh, hello, Pauline.
- Bunny.

Oh, it's nice to sit down.

I'm run ragged with all
Councillor Matlock's business.

It's a social whirl.

- Nice to have some girl time. - We'll have some
girl time at your party, Mrs Spake, won't we?

Party?

Oh, it... it's nothing.

You should come, Mrs Matlock. Mrs Spake was
saying she doesn't know who else to invite.

- I don't... I don't think it's --
- When is it? - Tonight.

Oh, what a stinker. Tonight's cribbage.

- Can't make it. - Aw. - Oh.

- Hey, let's just see if Nigel's
ready for you. - Thank you.

- Right, Pauline.
- Oh!

Let's meet our lovely hostess on Mr & Mrs.

- Mum, do you want a biscuit with your tea?
- Not if they've got raisins in.

You can't make a habit out
of all this going-out lark

now you're on the breadline.

- Mum, I'm working tonight.
- Slaving at that Mrs Spake's

at one of her fancy dos.

Ooh, she's got above
her station, that one.

Well, she's paying me, we need the money.

- And what are you doing, Terry?
- Playing darts.

Uhh.

Pot's up to a hundred quid.

- It'll get me the money for the cab.
- That's your big plan, is it?

Betting our future on the throw of a dart.

Oh, thanks, love.

That's lovely.

- Ooh.
- I think we should cancel.

Well, it's too late for that Mrs
Spake. We'll be fine. We can do this.

- Can we?
- Pauline, it's just a bit of fun.

It doesn't feel like fun.

Well, it will be.

Right, I'll set up.

- Oh.
- What is it?

The marital aids. I've
left them on the bus.

Is that a bad thing?

- Are you sure, Nita?
- Yeah, yeah, absolutely.

- She lives on Cleary Avenue. - OK.
- It's on the other side of town.

I wouldn't normally ask but I don't know what
else to do. As soon as Kieren's home, I'm coming.

Dave reckons pot may go up to 250.

Nice one. We've just got to
keep our eyes on the prize, mate.

Barry doesn't like me coming
to watch. Says I put him off.

- She does.
- Do I put you off, Terry?

Well, bugger me, it's the Jackson 5.

Now we know why he couldn't keep us on.

Spent all the money on fancy togs.

Someone just threw a
pork scratching at me.

Hold the line, Russell, we're men of meat.

This is Gordon's fight not ours.

Sorry I'm early. I didn't
want to miss a thing.

So what time does the show start?

Pauline, the door was open.

We could have been any
old Tom, Dick or Harry.

I hadn't realised you lived
this far down the Avenue.

Bunny, I thought you couldn't come.

Our Helena's back from London.

Thought this might be more
fun for her than cribbage.

Oh, yes, how nice. Hello, dear.

- Er, I hope you don't mind?
- No, no.

Linda, Margery, the more the merrier.

Help yourself to an asparagus roll.

- Oh! - Well, thank you.
- Take your coats too.

Do help yourself.

Oh, my God!

- Steph?
- Hi! Hi!

Oh, I didn't know you were back.

- You look amazing. - I can't believe
my mother dragged me to this.

Some boring salesperson trying
to flog a load of old tat.

Oh! Oh, well, I'll try
not to be too boring.

- Oh, my God, you're not --
- Excuse us.

- Bunny Matlock is here. This party is going
to be a disaster. - No, it'll be fine.

Can't you just do the clothing range?

Do you have to do... the other things?

Yes, we do, it's all or nothing.

- Oh.
- Hello?

- Vera, dear.
- You all right?

- What an interesting blazer. Go through to the
lounge. Help yourself to nibbles. - Lovely.

Masculine Vera and the neighbours
are one thing, but Bunny...

- Well --
- Here we are Mrs Spake.

Let's get this party started.

♪ Let's get physical, physical

♪ I wanna get physical.

♪ Let's get into physical... ♪

Tell them I've had a turn.

Send them home, Stephanie.

Yes! Yes! Go on.

- Good luck.
- ♪ Gordon is a moron

- ♪ Gordon is a moron
- Excuse me, excuse me.

- If you don't mind...
- ♪ Gordon is a moron... ♪

- That's enough. Settle down.
- Come on, Gordon.

Here we go.

- Nice.
- Very nice.

- Oh, unlucky. - Go on,
Gordon. - Go on, Gord.

- Yes! - Nice. Well done. - Well done.

Well done. Well done, Gordon.

Councillor Matlock and
I adore the Algarve.

- He does the golf.
- Mini golf?

No, full size.

I have to say these are quite odd.

Oh, my Russell would have a heart
attack if he saw me in this.

- I didn't know you were married.
- I'm not.

So, just write down what
lingerie you're interested in.

But careful not to spend all your money
cos there's more... things to come.

Oh, I'll go, I'll go. That'll be Nita.

- Oh, Nita, you're an angel.
- How's it going? - Terrible.

That's potpourri, dear.

Mmm.

Oh, I'm sorry, did you want some?

Oh, it's like a wake.

Oh.

- Everything all right? - Nita,
this is Pauline, our hostess. - Hiya.

- And she's got the.....
- Yep, here.

Ohh. My goodness.

- Ready? - No. - Yeah, come on.

So, ladies,

now for the... main attraction.

Allow me to introduce...

.. the Stallion.

Oh.

Is that a food blender?

Turn that thing off.

Now.

OK, look, I know. I was
shocked when I first saw it.

But...

it's for you and your husband...

to...

.. spice things up in the
bedroom, have some fun together.

Fun? Fun?

- To enhance your sex life. - Are you saying
there's something wrong with my marriage?

- Mother. - No, course not. - I refuse
to discuss my marriage with a...

group of strangers.

'Let the bed be undefiled: for fornicators
and adulterers God will judge.'

- Hebrews 13:4. - Well, let's leave
the Hebrews out of this, Rose.

Mother, you're making a scene.

This might be what you're used to
in London, Helena, but not here.

Now, pack up this disgusting
equipment and leave.

Bunny, this isn't your house, it's mine.

And if this isn't your cup of tea...

and you can't or won't join in the fun...

I think it's you who should leave.

Is anyone else leaving with Bunny?

- Helena?
- I'm staying.

You always were under that one's spell.

Oh, Lord, what have I done?

I've ruined Brian's Rotary chances.

Oh, sod it!

OK, right, ladies, let's keep the
drama in the bedroom, shall we?

So, who fancies trying this one on?

Oh, dear.

Come on, Tezza. Get in the
zone. Just a double top.

- I can smell the money. - Come on,
Terry. - Go on, Terry. - You can do it.

- Here we go. - Tezza.
- Come on. - Get on it.

That's it. Come on.

Remember, ladies, there is sex sugar
for the winner -- whatever that is.

No cheating, Dawn.

Done!

No wonder you've finished,
there's nothing to it.

It may be small but Sam knew what
to do with it, God rest his soul.

Nearly every day for 25 years he's put his
bloody coffee mug down on the arm of the sofa.

Now there's a ring on
the arm of that sofa...

and it makes me smile every time I see it.

He was like a randy little
squirrel in the bedroom.

To Sam. Proof that diamonds
aren't built as big as bricks.

- Sam. - To Sam. - To Sam.

Ta-da!

Well, see, the problem is I need a
bigger bit of paper to fit Russell in.

Cheer up, Terry, you're
not doing that bad.

- I need to do better.
- Whoa, ho, ho.

Nice little arse on that one.

I need that deposit back.

It's non-refundable, mate.

'Ey up. Looks like you boys
have got this one in the bag.

- You'll be getting t'drinks in?
- Not likely.

Quick as I can earn it
my fiancee'll spend it.

Aye, they know how to
fleece us, that's for sure.

Here.

She's at my boss's gaff
tonight, right, at a party.

He thinks it's Tupperware,

but his cleaner is selling all this...

sex toy, exotic lingerie stuff

to his wife and her poncy friends.

She must be a right slapper.

Whoa!

Calm down.

- This your property, miss?
- I wish. I live down the Stone Park Estate.

Why? Thinking of visiting?

Yes, thank you, Dawn.

- Good evening, officers.
- Evening.

Well, would you care to come in?

Thank you.

This is my residence.

- Is there a problem? - We had a report
that it was being used as a house of...

- .. disrepute.
- I beg your pardon?

Oh! Oh, this is ridiculous.

It's probably my mother. Sorry.

Er, it's all above board,
officer. I'm the sales rep.

- And what are you selling?
- Something a bit bigger than your truncheon.

- Dawn!
- Um, I'm selling nightwear

and underwear and marital aids.

Which, as far as I'm aware,
is not against the law.

No. Maybe it should be.

So if you don't mind, officer,
I'll ask you please to leave.

This is not Greenham Common. This is 1982

and we're women in the
throes of a sexual awakening.

Good to know.

Come quick! Nita's collapsed!

- Bloody hell. - We need
an ambulance. - Is she hurt?

- What's her name?
- Nita Dempsey.

Nita, can you hear me? What happened?

She fainted, banged her head.

Fancy dress, was it?

Yes, something like that.

That's a um...

neck... massager.

Thanks.

- Ooh. - Ooh, that's it,
ladies. Treat yourselves.

- Did everyone order?
- Yeah, I've got loads of envelopes for Steph.

'Ey, she's given me two.

I reckon I'm going to do it. Put
the money towards my wedding.

Right. Who wants to
play spin the vibrator?

- Me!
- Boob juice for the winner.

Right.

Oh.

What on earth's going on?

- Where's my wife?
- Hello, Mr Spakey.

- 'Ey, do you wanna play?
- Do you mind!

Mother?

I feel like a right... fool.

- What must t'doctor have thought?
- That this was his lucky night.

Mrs Spake, your husband's
here to collect you.

- He seemed pretty angry. I've
asked him to wait outside. - Oh.

Pauline, thank you for tonight.

- You were brilliant and I'm sorry
if I've got you in trouble. - Oh...

Right, Mrs Dempsey, your
blood tests are fine.

But I do advise pregnant women
to curb their alcohol intake.

- I'm pregnant?
- According to your urine test.

Well, I can't be. I've
only just had a baby.

I can't be pregnant.

You're pregnant?

Neet, that's wonderful.

I got home to find Linda Godfrey in skimpy underwear
which left very little to the imagination.

And I'll never be able to look
my mother in the eye again.

How dare you bring this
filth into my house.

It's not filth, Brian.

I knew exactly what I
was getting myself into.

And do you know what, Brian? I liked it.

I had bloody fun!

I'm sat in this house all
day long and I'm bored!

I've got a boring life.

And I didn't properly
know it until tonight.

I can't BREATHE in this house!

You're out to work,
talking to all and sundry,

and I'm on my own all day long,

planning whether to cook you a turkey
fricassee or a chicken chasseur.

Do you want Ovaltine?

What?!

Shut your mouth. You
look like a dying trout.

Brian?

Thanks for dropping me
at the top of the road.

Course. Don't want your neighbours
thinking you've been nicked... again.

- Again?! - Yeah. You seem like the type who
might spend most Friday nights in the cells.

- Do I now?
- Mm.

Although, to be fair, you're probably a bit
better looking than our usual Friday-night crowd.

I suppose that's me out
of the selling game.

Yeah? Shame. It looked
like it was going so well.

It was until you showed up.

Well, look, if you do decide
to give it another go,

I hope I'm the guy to
break up the next one.

Your friend dropped it off.

Jesus, Terry.

So, did you make any sales...

.. at your sex party?

The lads down the pub had a great laugh.

My wife selling... dildos
to the butcher's wife.

- I'm sorry. I should have told you.
- You're no better than a prostitute.

That's a stupid thing to say.

I told you, I don't want
my wife selling that stuff.

What about what I want, Terry?

I want to work. I... I want
it for... for me, for us.

- You wouldn't be doing it if I
hadn't lost my job. - Well, you did.

Then you threw away all of our
money. So here we are, Terry.

- You lied to me.
- Maybe you should ask yourself why.

It looks like you don't need me at all.

You can explain to him what his
precious mother's been up to.

Come on.

Let's go to bed.

OK.

Ooh! Hello, Tigger.

I wondered when you'd bounce in.

- Where's Daddy? - I think Daddy
had a sleepover at Uncle Barry's.

Come here, you!

Mum!

♪ .. is one in a million

♪ Eyes can see

♪ That we

♪ Got a highway to the sky

♪ I don't wanna hear your... ♪

I'm making coffee.

Better not. I'm late.

Ooh!

Last night was...

wonderful.

Ooh.

But now you've got that party
business out of your system, we
can go back to the way things were.

I'll see you tonight.

I just hope the whole
town's not talking about it.

Oh, God.

- Neet, that's a lot of money.
- It's over £150.

- Bloody hell.
- We did it.

You did it.

I should go. My mother's taken
to her bed with one of her heads.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Don't be. It's
the best fun I've had in ages.

How are you feeling

after... last night?

Trapped.

So, it wasn't planned then?

I didn't plan for four, let alone five.

- How are you feeling?
- Er, well, Terry found out about the party,

- threw a fit and then buggered off.
- Oh, love.

Well, he'll come round. Just
needs to get it out of his system

- and then he'll come
crawling back. - Mm.

Stephanie Kirke.

It is our duty to sexually
awaken the women of Sheffield.

Ooh!

You haven't eaten much, Terry.
You need a good meal inside you.

Have you heard anything from Steph?

- Leave it, Lisa. - Barry, Steph should
be here, begging him to come home.

- She went behind his back --
- I'm really not hungry.

Sorry.

It's none of our business.
We can't start taking sides.

- Steph must have had her reasons.
- Man up, Barry, for God's sake.

I'll see you after my shift.

Hello?

Steph, I...

Here's that money so you
can buy into the cab.

- I earned it from being no better
than a prostitute. - Steph --

- If you don't use it for that, use it
to pay her. - Hey, hey -- - Let go of me!

♪ Alone in the night
as the daylight brings

♪ A cool empty silence

♪ The warmth of your
hand and a cold, grey sky

♪ It fades to the distance

♪ The image has gone, only you and I

♪ It means nothing to me

♪ This means nothing to me

♪ Oh, Vienna ♪