All language subtitles for Mount.Pleasant.S02E02_English

(soft music)

(upbeat theme music)

(lively music)

- Big and bouncy dot com
at this time of the day?

- Don't ask.

Your bleedin' mother.

- Not on big and
bouncy dot com I hope?

- Do me a favor.

She's asked me to set up a
call to your Aunty Pam again.

- She misses her.

- She should get your dad
to buy her a laptop then,

instead of pissing about
with mine all the time.

- [Sue] Yoohoo!

It's only me.

- Right, it's all set up.

Just, double click on
dial, it's ready to go.

- Oh, thanks, love.

Hey, guess what?

- What?

- Just guess.

- You got a re-tweet
from George Michael?

- No, be realistic,
chicken fluff.

- Have they guessed yet?

- You've won something?

- Ish.

- Can't you just tell us?

- Selected.

- To take part in something?

- Bingo, kidder you're getting
warmer by the millisecond.

We, kids, have been selected for

the over-50s regional ice
skating final in October.

- That's fantastic.

- We're going choosing
outfits after I've talked to

your Aunty Pam and your
dad's done your bulbs.

- What bulbs?

- Do you want that lift or not?

- Definitely.

See you, Mum!
- Bye.

- See you, Dad!
- Bye.

- [Sue] Byeúbye, Chicks, bye.

- [Lisa] Hiya, love.

- Hiya Lisa it's me.

Can you apologize to Shelly.

- Why luv, what's happened?

- My job.

I can't do it.

I just can't go in.

- Course you can.

You know that job like
the back of your hand.

- But I don't want to
leave Joshua, Lisa.

- Where are you?

- John Leigh Park.

- Wait there.

- Detour?

- [Lisa] Do you mind?

(soft music)

- Happy birthday, Bianca.

- Thank you.

- Where's Dad?

- In his shed.

You really are very
kind doing this.

You really didn't need to
go to all this trouble.

- He's forgotten, hasn't he?

- Has he heck.

He's just busy with
his stealth bomber.

- In other words, yes.

- Don't give it another thought.

We hardly bother with birthdays
in this household anyway.

It's just another year,
means nothing, really.

- And did you ask him about
coming to watch me play?

- I did mention it, yes.

- And?

- I think he's worried it's
going to clash with his show.

- But the show's
not till next week.

- I mean preparing for his show.

- Preparing his stealth bomber?

- Yes, cock.

- There's a pattern
forming here isn't there.

- [Bianca] It doesn't matter.

- He forgets your birthday.

- He hasn't forgotten.

- And he can't be arsed watching

me play football.
- He's a busy man.

- Who doesn't give a shit about
anyone other than himself.

- That's not true.

And curb the
language, potty mouth.

- Sorry.

Enjoy your brekkie.

I'm going for a kick about.

- It's amazing, really,
when you think about it,

we've been whittled down
from over 20 couples!

- That's smashing.

Ooh, it's all go, isn't it?

Guess what's been
happening here?

- I'm all ears.

- The extension's finished.

- Already?

- Yeah I've got a few more
things to do with the spare room

but it'll be finished
by next week.

Well, have you
mentioned to Barry yet?

- Not yet.

- Hiya, Pam!

- Talk of the devil!

Go on, tell him.

- He's gone.

- Gone?

Barry!
- No.

He's planting his bulbs.

- Well, the moment
the wardrobes are in

I want you both to come over.

What is the point in a spare
room if nobody uses it?

(soft music)

- I just couldn't take him in.

- Nothing's changed since you
took him for his half day,

though, when you think about it.

- Everything's changed.

It was only till 12.

This is totally different.

This is till half bloody five.

- You can call them
every 20 minutes,

like they suggested,
if you really need to?

- I'll look neurotic.

- So?

You've got a baby.

Isn't that what everybody
is when they've got a baby?

- Suppose so.

- [Lisa] So you won't be letting

the side down then, will you?

- I'll be letting you down.

I can't do my job
properly anymore.

- But that's not
happened yet, has it?

- No.

- So we can cross that bridge
when we come to it, can't we?

And, in the meantime,
your son has got lots

of new friends to
make, hasn't he?

- Yeah.

Suppose he has.

- Well, get your arse
in gear cos they'll

be waiting for him, just like
Reconnect is waiting for you.

Come on.

- But what about Alan?

- What about him?

- I'm not putting
him into quarantine.

What if they put him
in with a Great Dane?

I'd never forgive myself.

- They've got doggie
passports these days.

They don't need quarantine.

Stop making excuses, Sue.

It's 85 out there at the moment.

Not a single cloud.

Look at the color of that.

- But you've had four
rehearsals already this week.

- And we need four more.

- Can't you ask
Richard or one of the

others to cover for
you just this once?

It's an important match and
he wants you to watch him.

- I know, but Vincent is
going to the rehearsal

and we can't be seen
to be missing it.

- Who's Vincent?

- Vincent Rodriguez.

- You've lost me.

- The health and
safety inspector.

We've got to run through the
display tomorrow morning.

Every airplane, every pilot.

- You're not pilots.

You don't drive the planes.

You control them.

Play with them.

Mess about with them,
Jim, if I'm really honest.

Why can't you see
that just this once,

let someone take over and go
and see your son play football?

It's all he wants.

I can cope with you forgetting
it's my birthday, Jim,

but it's you ignoring your
son's wish to watch him kick

a ball about that
I'm struggling with.

Sorry.

- Hey, what do you think?

* We're caught in a trap

- Elvis has had his day, love.

* I can't walk out.

If we're to be noticed, we
need to be contemporary.

* Because I love
ya too much baby *

Pillock alert!

Pillock alert!

- What about Michael Buble?

- Ah, now, cabaret, that's good.

* Fly me to the moon

- I can't skate to that.
- Why not?

Big band week, like
they do on the X Factor?

- What about
country and western?

- Oh, takes years
off you, that does.

- Does it?

* Don't tell my heart
my achy breaky heart *

* I just don't think
they'd understand. *

- Can I help you?

- I think we're beyond help,
love, if we're really honest.

Don't you?

(lively music)

- Aw, is he?

Did he?

And he's not even cried?

Not even a bit?

Aw, thanks so much.

I'll call back in half
an hour if that's okay?

Okay, then thanks bye.

- And today's buzzwords,
pilgrims, are hit and target!

Hi, Denise.

- Hello.

- Really lovely
to have you back.

- Thank you.

It's lovely to be
back, actually.

- Atta girl.

- See?

That wasn't difficult, was it?

- No.

- And the little fella's okay?

- Oh, he's fine.

He's just had a runny poo but
he always does before lunch.

- See I told you.

- Two minutes of your time.

If you don't mind.

Look, I know I've been an idiot.

When I promised I'd
leave you alone,

well, I stuck to it, didn't I?

- Yeah, suppose you did.

- So, now you know you
can trust me again,

how's about we just make a deal?

- Go on.

- Well, the deal is
we forget everything.

Like I say, clean slate.

We both just get
on with our lives.

And our work.

What happened in the
past is dead and buried.

Forgotten.

What do you reckon?

- You really properly mean it?

- Swear on my life.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

By asphyxiation.

- Oh, God, what's that?

- Not very pleasant,
by all accounts.

What do you say?

Clean slate?

- Okay, then.

- Oh, just one more thing.

- What?

- I've had a word with Shelley

and we think you should
move over onto sales.

- Sales?

- You know most of those
accounts like your own anyway.

- True.

- It's about time you
moved up a notch or two.

Commission as well, obviously.

What do you think?

- Blimey.

Definitely.

I'd love that.

- It's only fair.

It's what everyone else gets.

- That's brilliant, Fergus.

Really, really brilliant.

Thank you.

- See?

Anything's possible isn't it?

- Suppose it is really.

- If we can make all
this happen in here,

get things really straight,
then I was thinking,

once you and I are
back on good terms

that maybe we could
sort out that visit.

- What visit?

- My visit, to see Joshua.

- But Fergus, we've
discussed this.

There is no visit.

- But I thought we
just straightened

everything out between us?

- In here, yeah.

In work.

Flippin' eck, you've got
such a crap memory, you have.

You're like a bloody elephant.

Thanks for the promotion but
I need to get on now though,

if you don't mind.

I'm busy.

I'll be at my desk
if you need me okay.

- [Lisa] What a day.

- Agony Aunty Lisa again?

- Mother, keeper,
spiritual advisor.

- You should let people
fend for themselves more.

- Spot the mug, you mean.

- Too kind, more like.

Not spot the mug.

Hey, you fancy a takeaway?

You can tell me all about it.

- The takeaway sounds
good but I might refrain

from boring you to death
with the details of

my mental friends'
lives, if you don't mind.

(doorbell rings)

- Who's that now?

- Oh, shit, that'll be Kim.

- Kim?

- She rang before, her
husband's away on business.

- And you said, "Don't worry,
love, come round to mine

"and I'll massage
your feet for you."

- What's up now?

- Sometimes it's just
nice to come home

to a bit of peace
with the missus.

Y'know, no friends, no
visitors, no in-laws.

- Are you having a go
at my mum and dad again?

- What do you mean "again"?

- This morning.

Moaning cos me mum
used your laptop.

- She never switches
it off properly.

(doorbell rings)

Are you going to get that?

- Are you going to stop
being such a grump?

- I just fancied a quiet
night in with you that's all.

You wouldn't like it if you
wanted a quiet night in with me

and I said I was off to the
pub or something would yeah?

- But you're not
going to the pub.

- You're missing my point.

I could've gone for a pint.

But I thought, no, I'll go home

and see Lisa and we can
have a nice Chinese.

- You're such a martyr.

- You're such a mug.

- I tell you what, why don't
you just go the pub then, eh?

- Tell you what, I
might just do that.

- You're not going, are you?

- You just told me to.

- Yeah, but I didn't
mean it, you dick.

- Tough, too late.

- Hello.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

- Right, see you later, then.

- Yeah, have a lovely time.
- Awkward.

- I've booked us in at Danilo's
tonight, for your birthday.

All three of us.

- Really?

- And I've spoken to Vincent.

There's another rehearsal
on tomorrow morning,

so I'm going to go
to that one instead,

so I can miss Sunday's
and come to your football,

if you'd still like me to go?

- Honest?

- Yeah.

- Top one, Dad thanks.

What have you said?

- Nothing.

Honest nothing.

- Just show me, it's
quite exciting, this.

- But don't feel obliged
to pretend you like her

just cos I don't
want paying for them.

- Do I look like the
type that feels obliged?

- Go on then, just look.

- Rihanna?

- You hate her.

- I bloody love her, more like.

- Really?

- Completely.

- That's so cool.

Oh, that's great.

We'll have such a
cool time together.

- You've got to let me give
you some money towards them.

- Perks of the job.

- Are you sure?

- They're free, they're
ours, it's sorted.

(lively music)

- Are you talking to me yet?

- No.

Where've you been?

- Casino.

Couple of massage parlors.

Nailed a couple of ladyboys,
you know the score.

- Dog'n'Dart then?

- I thought you
weren't talking to me.

- I'm not.

- How's Greg?
- Fine.

How's Kim?

- Fine actually.

- Good.

- She's got a couple
of tickets to go

and see Rihanna through work.

- Lovely.

- And she's taking me with her.

- Very nice indeed.

Are there no ends
to the wonderfulness

of the almighty Kimtastic?

I mean I'd have got us tickets

if you wanted to go that badly.

- You?

Would you?
- Definitely.

- Aw, bless.

- A man is allowed, you
know, to want a nice evening

with his wife if
she's had a shit day.

To help her feel better.

Chill out and drink some wine

and eat some nice food together.

- But what that man
should never do,

under any circumstances, is
just fuck off to the pub,

only to prove a point, whilst
leaving his wife standing

at the door looking
like a wet lettuce,

not sure what to
say to her friend,

who clearly knows
there's something wrong.

- But if the wife keeps
fobbing the poor man off

for that same friend,

he is entitled to a
sulk in the garden shed,

or a pint with his pals.

And so we kind of come full
circle, if you think about it.

No?

- Is the man suggesting he is
jealous of the said friend?

- Is he bollocks!

- Knobhead.

- Mug.

- Is that French for sorry?

- It might be.

- Well, if it is, then maybe
the wife might ask the man

if he fancies a roll in the hay?

- When she's naked and slippy?

- Correct.

- It's French for
sorry, all right.

(lively music)

- Cheese and pickle
for you, Jim.

Ham and salad cream
for everyone else.

I've put some fruit
and some Kit Kats in.

Jim, if you get hungry later on,

grab yourself a hot dog
from the stand okay.

- Okay, thanks, love.

- Bye.

- See you, Dad.

- Have a wonderful time!

Bye.

(lively music)

(dramatic music)

- Maybe you should
cut the engine.

Jim!

Just cut it!

(soft music)

- When my granny died,
I went in to see her.

They put her in this flimsy
old nightie, this pink thing.

Oh, Lisa, it was horrible.

There's me, standing over this
coffin, looking at my granny,

all skinny and dead, and
the funeral man said,

"Oh, she looks
lovely, doesn't she?

"She looks like she's
about to go dancing."

I looked up at him and I said,
"Don't be so fucking stupid.

"She's dead.

"Why would she be
going dancing?"

And I don't even
use the F word, me.

Do I, Lisa?

- Never, love.

She doesn't, honest.

- Poor fella, he was
only trying to be nice.

But I didn't want nice.

Cos my granny was gone.

What was the point in nice
when she wasn't here anymore?

- I know, love.

- They talk bollocks
a lot of the time,

just to smooth it all over.

Sorry.

- I don't want any of that
nonsense for Jim either.

I don't want nice.

None of it can be
nice, Lisa, none of it.

You do know what
I mean, don't you?

- Course I do, love.

- He took me out
for my birthday.

He told Gary he's going
to watch him play.

Everything was fine.

Everything was perfect.

(melancholy music)

- Do you think I should
pop these in now?

They'll only take 15 minutes.

- He'll be here
any second, though.

- But we don't want
to be fiddling about
with sausage rolls

once everyone comes back here.

- I don't mind.

- I'll fiddle with stuff when
we get back, don't you worry.

- But if we do them now,

it gives them a chance
to cool down, won't they?

And no one wants hot
sausage rolls, do they?

They'll all end up scalded.

- She's got a point.

- Stay out of this, Dad.

- She has got a point though.

- And you stay
out of it an' all.

- I don't mind.

I can stick them in
when we get back.

It's fine.

- You've got enough on
your plate today, love,

without worrying
about sausage rolls.

- [Both] She's right.

- I just don't think
sausage rolls that give you

90-degree tongue burns are
much of a good idea that's all.

- Mother, please, just
leave it, will you?

He'll be here any minute.

We don't want Jim turning up

and we're all at loggerheads
about sausage rolls.

It won't look very
good, will it?

- [Both] She's right.

- Bianca?

He's here.

- I just want to thank you
all for being here with me.

You'll never know how
much this means to me.

And to Jim.

He'll be very proud, I promise.

(melancholy music)

(haunting bagpipe music)

- Oh look who it is.

- Who's that?
- It's Roger.

- Three times regional
singles champ.

- A skating priest?

- He's sublime.

- Can you lot shut up?

This is a church and
we're at a funeral.

You're not supposed
to be talking.

Where's your respect?

- This is a church and
we're at a funeral.

Where's your respect?

Who the hell is it?

- You're not supposed
to say hell in here.

- It's just Kim.

- What does she want now?

- Don't be so bloody nosey.

- Not sure you're allowed
to say bloody either.

- My dad does that.

- Does what?

- Swears in church.

He said the F word
once in York Minster.

- That's terrible.

- I wouldn't worry about it.

I said the C word once at
the Taj Mahal in Rusholme.

- All right, mother.

- Good afternoon, everyone.

I'd like to thank you all
for coming here today.

Jim would have been so proud

and happy to see all
these lovely faces.

- It's Jack.

- What the hell's he doing here?

- How the hell am
I supposed to know?

- Right, you two that's enough.

I'm warning you.

- Right, so, we're
going to start

the service with a hymn today.

So if you could all
please turn to page three

of the order of service.

(organ music)

- No.

- I'll have one.

- Shell?
- I'm all right.

- I mean, don't get me wrong,

it was a lovely service but
it's all this nonsense about

Jim being in the next
room that I struggle with.

- But people get comfort
from all that, Mum.

- Oh, God, it gives me
the willies, all that.

What if he is in
the next room, eh?

Would you be scared if he was?

- I don't think Jim was the
scary sort when he was with us,

never mind now he's not.

- Look, he's not
in the next room.

He's dead.

- Sue's in the next room
making beef paste sandwiches.

Simple.

I'm a realist, me.

- Do you not mean atheist?

- No, I mean realist.

When you're gone, you're gone.

God or no God.

I've told Dan I want him to
stick me in an orange box

and bung me in the
canal when I'm gone.

None of this funeral nonsense.

I mean, what's the
point of having

a piss-up if you can't even go?

- Another?

- Another, yeah, go on.

- How are you, Roger?

- Well, I've been better.

You know, it's not exactly
the best part of the job,

if I'm honest.

- [Sue] Beautiful service.

- Well, thank you.

- Terrible business, eh?

- Inevitable, though, Sue.

For all of us, one day.

Jim was just slightly
further up that ladder

than we might've
expected, I suppose.

- Yes.

- You know, when your
number's up and all that.

- When you put it like that,

it makes me wonder
how long I've got!

- Don't be so silly.

You're going nowhere.

- [Dan] Fancy a whisky?

- Oh, er, yes.

I would be churlish
not to, I suppose.

So, I hear congratulations
are in order.

- Yes.
- You must be delighted.

- Oh, we are.

- You'll be swapping
regions, surely, though,

when they knock it down?

- Knock what down?

- The rink.

Oh, you don't know, do you?

I'm sorry, I just
assumed that you knew.

- Sorry, Roger, don't know what?

- They're demolishing it.

They've sold out to Cramwell's.

They're building a
load of new houses.

If that's what
you can call them.

Size of beach
huts, most of them.

Still, you get to pick
your own fireplace

though so I suppose
that's quite classy.

Barry doesn't know
either, does he?

- No.

He'll go ape.

- Apeshit?

- Yes, Roger.

Apeshit.

Sorry.

- Thank you very much.

Hey look, I'm easy.

Oh, God.

- Hiya, Lisa.

Dan.

- Hi, Jack.

- How are you both?

- We're good.

- Yeah, smashing, thanks.

- I'm Jack.

- Hi I'm Gary, Jim's son.

- Oh, hello.

I used to live across the road.

He was a good
fella, your old man.

- Thanks.

- I hope it can be
cool between us.

- No reason why not.

You're entitled to be
here like everyone else.

Just don't expect me
to get the banners out.

All right?

(melancholy music)

- Are you all right, chick?

- I'm running out
of things to say.

If I hear one more person say,

"It's what Jim would've wanted,"

I think I might explode.

- Do you want me
to leave you alone?

- Not really.

- Come on back in and
have a brandy, eh?

- Do you know what
I really fancy?

- What?

- A margarita.

He makes me one
on a Monday night

whilst I'm watching Coach Trip.

But I'll look
terrible if I wander

about in there drinking
cocktails, won't I?

So many bloody rules about
what you're supposed to do

and not supposed to do and
all I want to do is scream.

- You scream if you want to.

I won't tell anyone.

- To be honest, Sue,
I've had enough now.

- Come on, I'll make
you a sneaky margarita.

What do you reckon?

(melancholy music)

- Where's your ex gone?

- I don't know.

He's my ex, why should I?

- Oh, right, I get it.

It's awkward, is it?

- Not really.

We're adults.

- What's that got to do with it?

If you still love them,
it's gonna be awkward.

- I don't still love him.

- Anyone else on the horizon?

- No.

- Are you looking?
- Yeah.

Kind of.

- No joy?

- Not really.

- You still love him.

- It's weird.

I seem to be spending every
waking moment looking round

corners wondering if the
next person that I bump into

is going to be the one
that might be next in line.

- Story of my life, kid.

None of us can be sure
what the future holds.

- Jim certainly wasn't.

- But, don't repeat this.

But some of us have got
a knack of taking a look.

- At what?

- At what's around that corner.

- What?!

- Hello, Shelley.

- Jack, hiya, how are you?

- Great, thanks.

- Meet me in the
bathroom in five.

- Listen, I know it's not the

best time to be
talking business,

but I saw the ad for
the finance consultant.

- Oh, right, yeah.

- And I was wondering
if you would mind

passing my card on to Fergus.

- I thought you'd
moved back to Ireland?

- [Jack] I did.

- To be honest, Jack, I
think he wants someone who's

gonna be on it for at least
a couple of days a week.

- But I'm back here now.

- Back over the road?

- No, no.

Can't sell it so
I'm renting it out.

I've got myself a nice little
pad in town for a few months.

- Right, very nice.

- So you don't
mind passing it on?

- Yeah, yeah, no, that's fine.

- Thanks.

- Sorry, will you excuse me?

I just need to pop to the
loo, if you don't mind.

- Not at all.

(melancholy music)

- I'd like everyone to go now.

No offense.

Is that terrible?

- You've had enough, love.

I'd say that's normal.

- They'd stay all
night, some people,

chance of a bit of
grub and a whisky.

I'll get rid.

Leave it to me.

Okay, time to go now.

- They're saying
your heart is heavy.

- Who is?

- The cards.

They're saying your
heart will lift.

That's definitely got
something to do with a fella.

- Which fella?

- Well, they're not
normally that specific

but that Jack couldn't keep his

eyes off your tits just then.

- Jack?!

No.

No, no, they've got that wrong.

Is it not Greg?

Isn't Greg in there somewhere?

- I'm not seeing a Greg
just at the moment, no.

This could possibly be a Greg.

- Really?

- It's definitely a person.

- Is it male or female?

Is there a name?

- Close your eyes!

- [Lisa] Hurry up in there.

Bianca wants everyone to go.

- Christ on a bike!

She tried to kill me!

Kicking out time already.

Hey, fancy a nightcap at mine?

- [Lisa] Maybe I
should go back over.

- She said she wanted quiet.

- But it doesn't feel right.

I know there's
something not right.

- She's just lost
her husband, flower.

Of course something's not right.

- There's something I
need to tell everyone.

- Sue, love?

- Well, more you, really, love.

I need to tell you.

- What, love?

What's up?

- What's the matter?

What is it?

- It's okay, treasure.

Barry, they're knocking
the ice rink down.

- Oh, thank fuck for that!

- Dan!

- I thought she was
going to tell us

she was pregnant or something.

- Get in here now, knobhead!

- It's all right.

It's okay.

Right.

Fancy a Baileys?

- Yeah, go on then.

- Sit down.
- Yeah.

(soft music)

(phone rings)

- [Jim] Hello, this is
Jim and Bianca's house.

If you'd like to
leave a message,

we'll get back to
you whenever we can.

(knock at door)

- Who the frig's that?

- You're the one with the cards.

Why don't you ask them?

Are you not going to answer it?

- Am I buggery!

Tell no-one and say nowt, but
I've got in a bit of bother.

- Oh, no.

- Council tax.

Nothing I can't handle,
but he is very persistent.

Bailiff.

- At this time?!

- I know.

New tactics.

Bastards!

- What will they do?

- No idea.

But I'm not hanging around
here waiting to find out.

Come on.

(mysterious music)

(phone rings)

- Bianca?

Bianca?

- I mean, bloody houses.

Why do we need
more bloody houses?

Isn't there enough space in all

those fields to
build more houses?

- They don't want fields,
they want town centers.

Amenities.

- At what cost though?

25 years we've skated there.

- Put your shoes on,
love, and let's go home.

We can start the
revolution in the morning.

I'm exhausted.

(doorbell rings)

You stay there, chick.

I'll go.

Oh.
- Hiya.

Hiya.

- All right, Mum?
- Hiya, Shelley.

- Is everything okay?

- Barry, shoes.

- I thought she'd be safer here.

- Safer?

- She's got the heavies
on her case, hasn't she?

Did you not know?

- What?

- Barry, keys.

- Wasn't it a
lovely service, Sue?

- Delightful.
- Night, all.

- Ta ra.

- Yeah, see ya.
- See ya, Dad.

- I hope they haven't
gone cos of us.

- Have you been dodging
your council tax again?

- I thought I told you
to keep your trap shut.

- She better not have been.

- Pauline, people care.

Especially your family.

- I'll bloody throttle
you if you have, Pauline.

- [Dan] Have you, Mum?

(phone rings)

- [Jim] Hello, this is
Jim and Bianca's house.

If you'd like to leave a message

we'll get back to
you whenever we can.

(phone rings)

Hello, this is Jim
and Bianca's house,

if you'd like to leave a
message we'll get back to you.

- What am I going
to do without him?

(melancholy music)

- Look, they can't force
themselves in, son.

It's not allowed.

- Oh, so you spend
the rest of the year

hiding under the kitchen table?

- No.

- Charlie!

- All right, gorgeous?

- Charlie?

- I've been knocking
on at yours.

Thought you'd be here.

Looking good, old bird.

Hello, son.

- All right, Dad.

- How about a hug for
your old fella, eh?

* But time keeps
creeping on me *

* Yeah it's slipping away

* Gotta keep up the pace

* Stop and stand if you like

* I don't care

* Just got to keep on
doing things my own way *

(upbeat music)

We'd did a runner.

(unintelligible voices)

(upbeat music)