All language subtitles for qwujekia

(CROW CAWING)

Well...

"Make yourself comfortable"?

Is that supposed to be funny?

Oh.

Hello.

You all right?

Don't mind me, I'm just being nosy.

What do you reckon, hey?

I'm working tonight. I'm a chaperone.

I don't know good art
from a good fart me. (LAUGHS)

Yeah, isn't it?

I'm Neil. I'm assisting
one of the guests when they arrive.

It's not you, is it?

Visually impaired. Yeah.

And that's a good thing in here,
what do you reckon?

Have you seen the state of this thing?

What's all that about?

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Spilt me Ritz.

(CROW CAWING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Excuse me,

is this the private view for
"Fragments" by Elliot Quinn?

I don't know.

If only there was a way of finding out.

Oh, my God! (LAUGHS)

It says it right there, doesn't it?
What am I like?

Would you like
a glass of champagne, madam?

I'lljust have the one.

Because I've got another opening
to go to after this.

- I'm never usually the first to arrive.
- You're not.

Someone else already went through.

Oh. Is it another celeb?

Because I might know them.

Another celeb?

The implication being...

Yes, it is me.

Carrie from BB8.

Will there be any photographers
coming, do you know?

No idea.

I don't mind.

Although I once got papped
at a Narnia premiere

with a massive sweat patch under my arm.

I thought, "OMG, that's going straight
into Heat magazine."

Circle of shame.

They never used it though.

That is a shame.

Good evening.

Maurice Wickham.

You don't need to see my stiffie?

I certainly don't.

Well, I'll help myself to one of these,
then, shall I?

I've only got two hands.

Two of everything, by the look of it.

Don't bother, Granddad,
I'm out of here in three hours.

Well, at least you're keen.

Are you an art lover?

Nope.

- And yet you have...
- Tits?

Tattoos.

Body art is still art, after all.

Yeah, and it's not for sale.

So you can keep your
little red dot away from me.

Thanks for the drink.

(IN DISTINCT TALKING)

You're not. Oh, that is classic.

Oh, good God, that is classic.

You'll never guess what his name is.

- Rumpelstiltskin?
- No.

Go on, go on, tell her.

- Kenneth Williams.
-(LAUGHS)

Do you know, he has never seen

-any of the Carry On films?
- Really?

Yeah, I don't watch comedy,
got no interest in it.

And, from a health and safety
perspective, most of it's a joke.

We're not together, you know,
by the way, we just...

We just met in the lift
on the way down, didn't we?

Yeah, there's no signal down here,
is there?

No, because we're in a basement.

No, it's because
the arsehole contractors

can't be bothered putting
a signal booster in the Cat 5 webbing.

Pisses me off!

Well, he's a laugh a minute.

All right, thanks. Cheers.

Is there, like, a set amount of time

you're meant to look at each thing
before you move on?

Not necessarily.

It depends on the piece
and what it says to you.

For example, what this piece
is saying to me is...

Gas explosion at Debenhams.

Right.

And, do you know all this
because you teach art in a collage?

No. No, no.

I teach art in a college,

but one of the disciplines
in art is collage.

The assemblage of disparate elements
which together create a new whole.

That is like me with my chillies.

(CHUCKLES) I chuck everything in.

I'm known for it.

On BB8, I put bananas in

and on BB BOTSthey were all like,
"What is she like?" (GIGGLES)

I'm sorry, you've lost me. What's BB8?

Big Brother 8?

I was one of the contestants.

It was the year when Trevor and Viveca

had the row about the rice cakes
and had sex in the secret bunker.

Oh, well, I didn't see it, I'm afraid.

Oh, you should. It's a classic year.

I got down to the last six.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Can I have some assistance, please?

I'm visually impaired.

Yes?

Are you all right? Do you need a hand?

They said someone would be here
to meet me, is that you?

No, there's a man here.
I'll take you to him.

Oh! Are you blind?

- What?
- I take your arm, you do not take mine.

Jesus, eight pounds an hour.
Is it worth it?

I'd like a drink first,
if that's not too much trouble?

Of course.

Hey, Kenneth.

I think I've seen it all now.
Look over there.

Unbelievable.

I don't want to be funny,
but what is she going to get out of it?

Perhaps she's going
to feel her way round.

No, galleries do that now, you know,
touch tours.

And don't get me started on ramps.

Well, she'll have no trouble
smelling them,

-they are crap.
-(SNICKERS)

Welcome, everybody.

Welcome to my exhibition.

I'm Elliot Quinn,

and three years ago, I died.

Don't be alarmed.

I knew it was gonna happen.

And it made me think about my life

and my work

and how I wanted to be remembered.

So, I set about creating
this installation.

"Fragments" is an immersive work

that seeks to answer
those big important questions,

"Who are we?"

"How did we come to be here?"

And, "If all the world's a stage,
then where does the audience sit?"

All of you have been handpicked
to attend this evening.

It's a very exclusive private view.

I hope, by the end, you know why.

Enjoy.

Hang on a minute.
So, Elliot Quim is dead?

- Quinn.
- That's what he said.

I wanted to meet him.

We've got space for a mural
at that pocket park in Goole Street,

I wanted to get a freebie.

Sorry, I work for the council.
Kenneth Williams.

Oh, my God! I've heard of you.

- Are you famous?
- Oh... Matron.

Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before.

"Frying tonight. Stop messing about."

No, I'm not that Kenneth Williams.
I'm not famous.

I'm "Mr Dull Boring Ordinary
Heath-and-Safety" nobody.

Oh. But I bet underneath it all,
when people get to know you,

you're a really interesting character.

No.

No, I'm not.

I'lljust get a top-up.

Sorry, sir, you're not allowed
to smoke down here.

It's battery.

Under UK law, I'm permitted to use it

in any public space

that hasn't been fitted
with a vape alarm.

I had one of them,
but it kept on going off in Argos.

Excuse me, I seem to have
been parked here.

I was promised a drink at some point,
I presume they meant the same evening.

Yeah, won't be a sec.

Here, you can have mine.
I'm not really enjoying it.

It just creases me up, champagne.

- It really burns.
- Thank you.

MAURICE: Why have we all been
handpicked, do you think?

We... None of us know each other,

it appears we have
very little in common...

Well, I've never heard of this
Elliot Quinn till I got the invite.

I don't know anything about art.

Well, my neighbour
does have a Citroen Picasso.

The name rings a bell.

- Has he ever brought out a book?
- My neighbour?

Elliot Quinn.

I'm in publishing,
perhaps that's the connection.

Judging by the first few pieces

perhaps it's some form of
endurance test.

See you at the other end.

Why don't you and I chum up.

You see, I had a great aunt
and she was blind,

so I know what I'm doing.

I'm not blind.

I'm visually impaired.

Oh, she's gone.

Right, well,
I'm just gonna have a look around.

See if I can spot any fire hazards.

Sounds like fun.

There's nothing funny
about being trapped in a fire, miss.

I know there isn't.

- Right, well, I'm just gonna go and...
- Carry on.

Yeah.

(CROW CAWING)

(CAWING CONTINUES)

(FLY BUZZING)

-creePy!
_(5ASPS)

Oh, my God!

Made me jump.

Bit derivative of Ron Mueck,

but, I like the idea of a blood mirror.

Little like Wilson's Oil at the Saatchi.

It's horrible.

What's it called?

He's got a thing round his neck.

No, I wouldn't touch the exhibit
if I were you.

(SCREAMS)

- Good God!
- He's been stabbed!

All right, this could be part
of the installation.

Come on, old chap!

Get up!

You've gotta reset
for the next lot coming in.

Stop kicking him, he's dead!

He's a big, fat dead man!

Jesus Christ!

What's going on here?

He was just sitting there.

I thought he was a dummy.

I can't be here.

I cannot be here!

I'm meant to be at Edwina Currie's
perfume launch at nine o'clock.

I think they'll want to interview you.

X know, for Grazia.

I meant the police.

I haven't done anything.

Here's a good one now, Pat.

Look there,
because they're all gathered round.

- It's Patricia!
- Right.

And why do I smell blood? (SNIFFS)

There's been an incident, miss.

Does anyone know
where I can find some cones?

I need to ring-fence off
this entire area.

Why? What's happened?

Well, we're not sure,
but it does look like foul play.

Someone's been stabbed in the back.

Nothing new in the art world, of course.

Who's been stabbed?

Neil Francis. He's a male nurse?

Oh... We have a dinner lady at school
who's a man.

KENNETH: Right, well,
there's no signal down here.

Not even for a triple nine.

I'm gonna have to go upstairs.

Miss, do you wanna come with me?

I'll wait here.

See no one touches anything.

KENNETH: Good call.

You see, that's the trouble
with these Anderson's,

if they get called by multiple users
the pull system freezes.

All Rig ht. Whatever.

KENNETH: Could someone come
and give me a hand, please?

I'm gonna have to force this door!

WOMAN: Yeah, I'm coming.

I'm going to let go
of your arm now, Patricia,

but you'll be all right
because you'll be with, erm...

- What's your name again, love?
- Carrie.

Carrie, like in the film.

Yes, I'm not deaf!

She is impartially sighted,

but she doesn't have a blue badge.

I won't be a sec.

Carrie.

Didn't your boob pop out in the jacuzzi?

Sorry?

Big Brother 8.

Yes.

That's it, that's...

That's it.

It was just after my op.

I had 20-20 vision for a year
before it failed again.

Well, it's just so lucky

that my boob managed to fall into that

little chink.

Yes.

See if you can get
your fingers in the crack.

(LAUGHS)

Kenneth, that's a proper Carry On line!

This is serious!
I'm trying to get us out of here, okay?

I'm sorry, you know,
I think I must be in shock.

- It makes me go a bit daft.
- Here, use my phone.

See if you can get it in for me.

Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in...
Oh, sorry!

(CORK POPS)

So, how many books
have you actually written?

I've done one a year
for the past 15 years.

God, so that's like 12 books.

Something like that. Yes.

The first few were pretty soft-core,

swooning FIUFSES,

"The hardness in his breeches",
that sort of thing.

But after that, Fifty Shades
nonsense, I had to up my game.

The scenarios became
more and more outrageous.

People having sex
in the most extraordinary places.

Like up the burn?

I was thinking more of locations,

but, yes, I have lowered myself
once or twice.

Yeah, that is the best way to do it.

Doesn't hurt as much.

That's it! (GRUNTS)

Yeah, I can feel it coming.

And pull.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Jesus.

(SCREAMS)

What's happened?

Oh, my God. Not another one.

What is it? What's happening?

It's just this lovely young waitress,
she'sjust dead in the lift.

This is too much of a coincidence.

Who was the last person to see her?

KENNETH: I was.

But I left her tidying up.

Come on, come on. Why isn't it working?

I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!

There's got to be
a fire escape somewhere.

- Let me think.
- How did she die?

Well, I'm not Murder, She Wrote,

but I would say she's been strangulated,
wouldn't you?

Right, I've got it.

There should be a fire door
that leads out onto Duke Street.

I'll come with you, love,

because I want to see
the other rooms anyway.

You know, I haven't been
around it all yet.

Keep an eye on her.

I will.

It's handy you knowing your way
around these buildings, isn't it?

I can barely find my way around Asda.

Yeah, well, it's my job.

I'm a dinner lady. St Michael's.

"Chips or mash?" That's me.
I love the kids, though.

I don't want kids. Too many hazards.

I know, that is the worry.
I could barely keep mine in one piece.

No, I meant the kids are the hazards.

Look at
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Oh.

There you are.

- Police on their way?
- No, we couldn't get out.

The lift was blocked.

Oh, for goodness sake!
Well, couldn't that waitress girl

call the manager or something?

She's dead.

This is all a bit Agatha Christie,
isn't it?

None of us know each other,

we've all been invited by somebody
we've never met

and now it seems
we're being picked off one by one.

Don't, it's just like Big Brother
all over again.

I hope I don't get booed when I leave.

If you leave.

At least this time I've made it
to the final five.

I once tried to write a murder mystery,
but it's much harder than it seems.

It's so easy to get oneself
knee-deep in clichés.

The trouble with the genre nowadays,

too much murder, not enough mystery.

Chained from the outside.

Illegal. I shall be reporting this!

But, how are we gonna get out now?

Sure, like fish in a basket.

- Ba rrel.
- Sorry.

I was thinking of scampi.

(CHUCKLES)

Is anyone else hungry?

We've got other things on our plate,
at the moment.

Well, I don't have a plate
and that's what I'm saying.

I thought there'd be nibbles.

But look, we are in an art installation
surrounded by wire and metal

and there has to be a pair of pliers
or bolt cutters around here somewhere!

You know, I was in Homebase
only this morning.

Yes?

No. I was in for a paint match.

I just can't make up my mind
between Elephant's Breath

and Clown's Pocket.

"Clown's Pocket"?

Right, can I just suggest we split up?
It'll be quicker that way.

Fine, well, let's meet back here
in 15 minutes.

No, no, no. It was Deep Cavern.

And then, of course, they all split up,

which is something you would never do
in that situation.

And before you know it,
there's another one gone.

Are you still there, darling?

Not bored you to death, have I?

Carrie?

Hello?

Carrie?

Carrie?

Oh.

God!

Help!

Someone, please!

We need help!

(CLIN KING)

Is someone there?

(GASPS)

(WATER TRICKLING)

I'm sorry, that stinks.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(WATER TRICKLING)

AUTOMATED VOICE ON PHONE:
Let me check that.

Here's what I found on the web for,

"How to use a stiletto as a weapon."

Is that you, Pat?

Jesus Christ, not another one.

It's worse than
a public information film.

(SCREAMS)

What is it?

- What's happened?
- It's in there.

It's horrible.

Well, flush it away.

It's Pat.

She's dead.

Good God.

What's happened to her eyes?

What's going on?

You don't want to know.

It's Pat.

(seas)

Let's get out of here.

I found these, look.

(SOFFLY) Whatever happens,
stay close to me.

Right, this should do it.

I found these, by the way.

They've got your name on.

Oh, thank you.
It's my... My heart medication.

Heart medication?

Tacrolimus, it's an anti-rejection drug.

I've had a heart transplant.

When was this?

Three years ago now.

I'm doing fine, touch wood.

I had a lung transplant
three years ago.

Saved my life.

And Patricia had her eyes done.

Two new cornettos.

That waitress, she had
some kind of skin graft.

Yes, well, let's get out of here first,
and we can ponder that later.

I've nearly got it!

Oh, my God!

He's got a heart condition.

Those pills.

I found them in Carrie's hand.

She's dead as well.

Oh, my goodness,

we're all dropping like flies.

That must be the link,
we've all had some kind of transplant,

but why would he want to kill us?

What have we done wrong?

Well,

you shouldn't be smoking, Kenneth,

-for a start.
-(GASPS)

(SHOUTS)

ELLIOT: And it made me think
about my life

and my work and how I wanted
to be remembered.

So, I said about creating
this installation.

"Fragments" is an immersive work

that seems to answer
those big important questions.

"Who are we?"

"How did we come to be here?"

Anal "If all the world's a stage,
then where does the audience sit- "

All of you have been handpicked

to attend this evening.

It's a very exclusive private view.

I hope, by the end, you know why.

- Enjoy.
- (CHUCKLES SOFYLY)

(KISSES)

That was my son.

He died three years ago
of a brain tumour.

Nothing else wrong with him
apart from that.

So, he decided to donate himself.

Every organ.

And he told me to keep tabs

on all the people he helped

and to gather them together.

You were to be the art,

a living exhibition.

A celebration of him

and how his life

gave others a wonderful opportunity.

But it didn't work out like that,
did it?

I don't know what you mean.

You squandered him!

He was wasted on all of you!

Like this fat pig,

Neil Francis.

New kidneys, and still he gave himself
diabetes by eating too much.

That waitress,

she burnt her skin off in a fire
she started herself

in some pathetic attempt
at attention seeking.

She had a piece of my son

and still she sullied his flesh
with self-pitying tattoos.

I don't understand?

And then there's
that talentless nonentity,

just drinking like a fish

in some television reality show,

despite having my son's liver.

And then, there's Patricia.

Spending her days squinting
at her pornographic writings

through the corneas of my son's eyes.

And there's Kenneth Williams.

Still smoking,

despite having the gift

of Elliot's right lung inside him.

It was an e-cigarette.

Still.

And then, there's you, Maurice.

You were lucky enough
to get my son's heart.

Yes. Yes, and I've looked after it.

I exercise, I watch what I eat...

It still hasn't stopped you becoming
a heartless critic though, has it?

That's a bit of a stretch.

I'm a lecturer, not a critic!

Doesn't matter.

You're undeserving.

Just like the others.

Yeah, you've looked after
Elliot's heart well enough.

But I'd like it back now, please.

It's time to complete

Elliot's masterpiece.

(GRUNTS)

REPORTER: Well, it's been described by
some as, "ghoulish" and "in poor taste",

but the installation behind me,

last night,
scooped the £40,000 Turner Prize

and has broken all box office records

here at the Nine Gallery in East London.

Well, the artist behind
this extraordinary sculpture

who has seemingly come from nowhere

to take the art world by storm
joins me now.

- Maurice Wickham, congratulations.
- Thank you.

Now talk us through this exhibition,

because you've obviously put
your heart into it?

Well, not quite...