All language subtitles for Love.Me.S01E02.1080p.WEB.h264-KOGi

- First, as a teacher,
(melancholy music)

then as a school principal,

Christine dedicated
her life to children,

both the ones she taught,

and the ones

she lovingly raised,

Clara and Aaron, of
whom she was so proud.

Wherever she went Christine
was a positive force

with an infectious and

zesty love of life.

And that positivity carried
her through to the end.

Even after the car
accident that took her leg,

she rallied taking
everything in her stride.

Her life on earth may
have been cut short

by a tragic stroke,

but let us remember that
she lived a full life,

a life full of joy,

surrounded by love.

As we remember before you our
sister Christine Mathieson,

we ask for your
help for all those

who gather in her memory.

Amen.
- [All] Amen.

- Zesty, she was depressed.

I was starting to think we
were at the wrong funeral.

Thank you, thank
you so much, thanks.

- Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you for coming.

- [Clara] Oh, okay, thank you.

- I'm so sorry, Uncle Glen.

- Thank you, Daniel, thank you.

- That's cousin, Dan?
- Yeah.

- Jesus, he's grown.

I need a drink.

- Oh, Glen!

Wonderful, wonderful eulogy.

The Auburn High days.

Wasn't Father Brennan on song,

really captured her so well.

Oh Glen!
(Judith sobs)

Darling Aaron, she
was so proud of you

getting into law.

- I should go get the
sandwiches from the car.

- [Ella] You really need
to eat something, yeah.

- I don't want cake, okay,
it's not a birthday party.

- Okay.
- Sorry.

- [Ella] That's all right.

- [Sasha] Clara, we're off.

- Sorry, have to pick up Aish.

- [Clara] Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

- You okay?
- Yeah, thanks for coming.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Ah, you're not
taking time off?

- To do what?

- [Sasha] Well, rest,

you're gonna be
exhausted after all this.

- I'm gonna be fine.

- Okay.

Hey, you need
anything you call me.

- [Clara] Thanks, see ya.

- The old Auburn High
school days (laughs).

- Who's the old chick
with the big old voice?

- She's an idiot.
- She taught with Mom.

- Professional mourner.

- The book club,
which she established.

- I think Dad needs saving.

- No, he needs to
be with his friends.

- Yeah, well, they're
not his friends, Aaron.

I think I need to take him home.

- You just wanna go
home and have a drink,

that's why you wanna go.

- Okay, so then why
don't you take him home

then I can drink.

I mean, I drove him here, I
drove him to see Mom's body.

I drove him to the dry cleaners.

- Wait, why did you
go and see Mom's body?

- [Clara] To say goodbye.

- Or sorry.
- For what?

- For calling her fat.

- No, I didn't.

- You did, those were your
exact last words to your mother.

- I'm gonna save Dad.

- She wouldn't like that.

She would say, "Judith,
pull yourself together."

Oh, Clara, come and meet
the old teaching gang.

- We've met.

- [Judith] Bye, Glen.

- Bye bye, Judith, thank you.

- I wonder where all those
people were after the accident.

(Glen sighs)

- It was nice music that
you chose, or Mom chose.

Gosh, cousin Dan looks
great, doesn't he?

He looks like that famous model,

you know, the guy
with the mug shot.

- I've bought a holiday.
- What?

- For our wedding anniversary,

I was about to give it to her.

But anyway...

- Dad, that's really nice.

- Yeah, it was one
of those packages

called Senior Love Romantica.

- For aging swingers (laughs)?

I'm sorry.

- No,

that's all right.

- Well, the catering
was disappointing.

Those cupcakes were inedible.

(melancholy music)

- [Ella] Do you
wanna keep these?

No, maybe I'll keep them.

(bag rustling)

Babe, can you please
help me clean up?

- My mother just died, Ella.

(people laughing)

Do they have to wait
right in front of us?

- I guess our time's up.

(plates clattering)

(Aaron sobs)

(car engine hums)

- [Clara] So, you gonna go?

- Well, I'll have to
get the money back.

- How much was it?

- It was 15,000.
- $15,000!

Whoa, no wonder you
got the cheap coffin.

- Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?

Not many people make it
to 40 years together so...

- Well, good for you.

You may as well enjoy it.

- No, no, I can't go.
- Why?

Sitting at home and
going through old albums

isn't gonna change a thing.

You deserve a break.

- No, there's too much to do.

- Like what?

- Well, there's all the admin,

changing names and pin
numbers, and closing accounts,

and canceling memberships.

And, you know, and
informing all the...

I mean, her room,
I haven't even...

- [Clara] I can do that.
- I still haven't...

- I can do that, I
can do some of it.

(Glen sighs)

You deserve it, Dad,
after the last few years.

Cup of tea or a whiskey?

(seatbelt clanks)

- You go, I might
have a lie down.

- [Clara] Okay.

- Drive safe, yeah.

(door bangs)

(car engine hums)
(melancholy music)

(feet thudding)

(keys jangling)

(Glen sobs loudly)

(upbeat music)

(fridge door bangs)

- Babe, what are we
having for dinner?

I'm starving.

- Mm, I don't know.

- What are you doing?

- I've got a gig.

(Aaron sighs)

What, what's wrong?

- You have a gig?

- I told you about it, remember?

- I mean, you're working on
the day of Mom's funeral.

- I know, it's not ideal.

I'm sorry.

- So what, you've
done your duty now,

and you're just
getting on with things.

- I have to go to work,
Aaron, I can't just not go.

- Right.

Well, what am I
meant to do then?

- I don't know,

there's leftovers that you
can have from the wake.

- No, I don't want to eat
cold meat sandwiches, Ella.

I mean, do you expect
me to eat by myself,

is that what you want?

- Well, why don't you have
dinner with your dad then?

Or why don't you order in?

I don't know.

- That is fucked.

- What do you mean
that's fucked?

Aaron, it's not
like she was my mom.

- Right, so what, you
don't feel anything,

is that what you're
trying to say to me?

- No, I'm not saying
I don't feel anything.

I'm just saying that the
whole world doesn't stop

because somebody dies.

- That's selfish.

(door bangs)

(melancholy music)

(crickets clicking)

(birds chirping)

- [Travel Agent] I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

I realize this is
late notice to cancel,

but it was unavoidable, so...

- Unfortunately
it's as I suspected,

what's today?

(Glen hums)

(keys tapping)

So the package you purchased
is no longer in the system,

because the departure
date is so close.

- So what does this mean?

- The booking is not
in the system anymore,

as the departure
date is so close.

It's actually, it's not
in my system anymore.

- Yes, no, I understand
that, but what, what is it?

What does it, what does it mean?

- Well, it means it's gone to
the airline and to the hotel,

and because there's
no insurance attached.

Did, did you...

(keys tapping)

Yes, so you purchased
the bronze package,

which has no insurance.

So there's, there's actually

no means of canceling
it from here.

- Yeah.

So what do I do?

- Well, you could call the
airline and the hotel directly

and explain your situation.

- My situation is
that my wife has died.

- Yes, exactly.

I know it's, it's so awful.

And so there is that option.

- Or?

- Or you could go on
the holiday (laughs),

but I think if you call the
airline and the hotel directly,

they really should
address your...

- Yeah, okay.

Well, I, I, I, I
will call the, the,

the hotel and the airline.

Right, thank you very much.

(traffic hums)

(phone holding music)

- [Phone] Hello!

- Hello, my name's
Glen Mathieson...

- [Phone] Thank you for calling,

sick of waiting, why
not visit our website

for anything from seat
allocations to meal requests.

(phone holding music)

(seatbelt thuds)

- Ah fuck, come on!

(seatbelt clicks)

- Even after the accident,

I mean, Glen is so timid.

He won't cope without her.

You remember when
Clive's wife died,

he only lasted six months.

(till scanner bleeps)

- [Phone] Hello,
thank you for calling,

sick of waiting, why
not visit our website

for anything from seat
allocations to meal requests.

- Glen!
- Ah, Judith,

I'm sorry, I'm just...

Yes, yes, yes, Glen
Mathieson is my name.

- How wonderful to see
you out and about so soon.

- My God, sorry, no,
I don't need those.

Can you put those back, sorry.

Yes, yes, that's correct, yes.

- They were for his wife,

had a terrible car
accident in the wet.

It was a stroke that
took her in the end

about a week ago.

- Judith, I, I
don't really think

the cashier needs to
know my, my situation.

Yes...

- We all miss her dearly.

- Yes, I was hoping you could...

- [Phone] Customer
support, can I help you?

- Oh, hello, no, sorry.

- [Phone] Can I help you, sir?

- [Glen] Yeah, apology.
- I taught with his wife...

- My name's Glen Mathieson.
- ...for many years.

- I was hoping to
cancel a flight.

- [Phone] I'll just
put you on hold.

- No, no, no, no, no,
no, I've been on hold.

Ah... (sighs)

- It's gonna be quite a
difficult adjustment for you.

I suppose I don't
need to tell you that.

- No, you don't.

Thank you.

Take care, Judith, bye bye.

Stupid old cow.

- I've got a four-page
birthing plan.

No intervention, no pain relief.

Oh, and Dad wants
to stick to it.

- Does he?

- You okay?

- Yeah, of course.

(doors clank)

- What took you so long?

- Where else would I rather be?

Okay, Sarah, I'm gonna
ask you a few questions,

and then we can make you
more comfortable, okay?

I understand you want an
epidural, is that correct?

- Yes.
- [Clara] Great.

I'm gonna speak to
you while we set up

so we can save some time.

- I know you can do this
with our drugs, honey.

- I can't.

- Any allergies, bleeding,
clotting problems?

- [Sarah] No!
- Great.

Sir, do you mind moving around,

I just need to set up here,

and go through the
consent procedure.

- Are we sure we can do this?

- Just, just over here, please.

Sarah, there's a slight chance

that this won't work
as well as you'd hope.

A 1% chance of headaches
that could last up week...

- Fine, can you just...

- A one in many thousands
of nerve damage...

(Sarah screams)

...and a very rare chance
of infection of the spine

that can result in paraplegia.

- Fine, fine!

- Okay, all right, let's go.

- [Sasha] Sit around here,
come around the side.

- Just once, she told
me very specifically

not to give her an epidural.

No matter what I say,
that's what she told me.

- [Sarah] Do it!

- We're doing it.

- Did you hear what I said?

- [Sasha] As far as
you can, okay, great.

Shoulders forward.

Chin to chest and relax.

- [Matteo] That's it.

- [Sasha] Focus
on your breathing.

- Look at me, look at me.

We don't have to have it,

you can have a natural birth.

- Shut up!

- [Matteo] That's it, that's it.

You sure you want an epidural,

remember what you said.

- [Sarah] Shut up.

- Okay, how we doing over
here, doing really well.

Okay, you can do this,
can't she do this?

- Yeah.

- Tell her she can do this.

- You can do this, honey.

- [Clara] All right, so first up

is the local aesthetic.

You're gonna feel
a little pinch.

On three,

one, two, three.
(Sarah yells)

That's it, that one's done.

- I want my mom, can
she come back in?

- [Sasha] Soon, very soon.

- [Clara] All right, here we go.

I need you to stay very
still for this next part.

- Shit!
- What?

- [Clara] Nothing.

- It's fine.

- [Clara] You're gonna feel
a little bit of pressure,

but no pain.

- I think she's
changed her mind.

I, I don't think
she's sure about this.

- [Clara] Please be quiet, sir.

- [Sarah] What's happening?

- [Clara] Mom, hold still.

This is it, it's gonna feel a
little pressure, and no pain,

please, please, no hands.

I need you to hold still.

- She doesn't want it.
- I do.

- [Clara] Will you
take her hands.

Sir, please take her hands.

- [Matteo] She doesn't want it.

- Will you stop moving!

Do you wanna end up a
wheelchair holding your baby?

Because that's
what's gonna happen

if I put this in your back,

and you don't put
your arms down.

You want a depressed wife,

you wanna carry her
around from room to room,

bathe her, change her nappy?

No you don't, because
that's gonna break her,

and you, and your kids.

She wants the
epidural, you jerk,

so you stay around the
front, and you hold still.

(melancholy music)

- I know!
- I didn't say anything.

- I can hear your thoughts.

- Maybe, you should
have a week off.

- To stay home, and what?

Cry into my wine?

- Yes, safer than
abusing patients.

He was being a jerk though.

- A massive jerk.
(Sasha sighs)

You wanna get a drink?

Oh my God, you're
thinking about it.

- Fuck it!

- [Clara] Shall
we go to the bar?

- I think we're gonna have to,

don't think there
are waiters here.

(sirens blaring)

- [Clara] Maybe it's
good the priest lied.

- Maybe your mom
wrote it for him.

- Probably.

No, couldn't have been her,
proud of both her kids?

Thank you.

(glasses clink)

- Of course she was
proud of you, she just...

- Preferred not to show it?

- Okay, you fuck
up your first kid,

probably your second.

Seriously, it's trial and error,

and mainly it's error.

And, you know, they were
kids when they had you,

so of course she would've
done things wrong,

but that doesn't mean that...

- I think I need to get drunk.

(phone bleeps)

- Do you though,

or do you need to drink a
responsible amount, and go...

"Having fun?

"We're not, Aisha just spewed."

- Ah, Vick's timing.

- How does she know?

It's like Mom's in a bar

for the first time
in 1,000 years.

Let's vom!

- Can you stay for one?

(Sasha sighs)

- If I scull it.

"On my way."

To inappropriate outbursts,
(glasses clink)

and your mom, she did her best.

(phone bleeps)

Hysterical now, and some emoji

that I dunno what that means.

What is that, is
it a gravestone?

I'm sorry, I've gotta...

(Clara groans)

I know.
- Oh, seriously!

- Yeah.

Come here.

Good night, don't drink more
than your body weight, okay!

- I'm kind of relieved
that it's over.

That's fucked, isn't it?

- No, sounds normal.

Go home, I love you.

(glass bangs)

(melancholy music)

(kettle clicks)
(cups clank)

(door bangs)

(cup clanks)

(traffic hums)

- Excuse me, do you mind
if I borrow one of those?

Oh!
(phone bleeps)

Oh, sorry.

Dad, are you okay?

- [Glen] Hi, Clara.

- Hi.

- I've decided to go.
- Go where?

- [Glen] Senior Love Romantica.

- Ah, Senior Love,
that's great, Dad,

that's awesome.

- [Glen] No, I don't
really want to go,

it's just that I think it's
a terrible waste of money

if I don't go.

(drawer slams)

And I can't get a refund.

- I am really glad
that you're going,

and I think that you deserve it.

- And I'll have to, I'll
have to sort out, you know,

the death notice
when I get there,

and then sort out Mom's room.

And, you know, cancel all
the specialist appointments

and, and the insurance
and everything

when I get back.

Listen, darling, do
you wanna come with me?

(lighter clicks)

You know, take Mom's ticket.

No, no, of course, of
course you don't, sorry.

You're far too busy.

- Oh, sorry, I'm sorry.

Sorry, Dad, I can't,

I can't, work is so
full on at the moment.

- No, no, no, darling.

It's totally, totally
fine, I totally understand.

You're, you...

It was worth asking.

- But I can, I can take care
of Mom's room if you want.

I can sort out the room.

- Oh, no, you don't
have to do that.

Although, yes, maybe, you know,

if you can at least
maybe, you know,

go through and you just decide
what it is you want to keep,

you know, what you want.

Doesn't matter, just
you take anything.

- Anything I want, okay.

Okay, well I'm so
glad you're going.

- Yeah.

- [Clara] When is
that, when is that?

- It's tomorrow.

Right, darling, I'll
call you when I'm there.

- Okay.
- [Glen] Love you.

- Bye, I love you too.

Okay.
- [Glen] Okay, bye darling.

- Yeah, bye.
- [Glen] Bye.

(melancholy music)

(feet pounding)

(door slams)

- Is that you, Aaron?

- Yeah.

Hey,

what are you doing?

- Oh, I'm,

I'm going away.

- Where?

- I tried to call you.

- And where are you,
where are you going?

- Well, look, I booked
a holiday for, for,

for Mom and me, Senior
Love Romantica it's called.

And I couldn't get a refund,

so I told them I
might as well just go.

- When?

- Tomorrow, the plane leaves
first thing in the morning.

- Two days after Mom's funeral.

- Yeah, I couldn't get a refund.

- On a senior love...

- Love Romantica.

- This is unbelievable.

I mean, no one gives a
single fuck in this family.

Okay, it's like you're
all glad that she's dead.

- Aaron!
(feet thudding)

Look, there's another ticket.

I mean, you can come with me.

- I don't wanna go
to senior love, yuck!

- No, okay.
(cupboard bangs)

(water gushes)

Clara's coming around to,
to help with Mom's room,

to help you decide what you
want to keep from her things.

- No, Dad, I don't want
Mom's things, I want...

Fuck!

Enjoy your holiday.

- Aaron!

(door slams)

(Aaron sniffs)
(Aaron sighs loudly)

(Aaron sighs)

(phone thuds)

(brakes screech)

(car crashes)

(neck clicks)

(door clicks)

(body thuds)

- Ah, fuck!

(traffic humming)

- You smell expensive.

- What?

- In a good way, like perfume.

(lips smacking)

- You're very...

How young are you?

- I'm legal.

- Oh, fuck!

I think you're younger
than my brother.

- I like older women.

- Did you say older or old?

- So long as they're
fit, like you.

Women hit their sexual
prime in their 40s,

for us it's our 20s.

- Can you pull over please?

I'm 38.

(car engine hums)

(car door bangs)

(bag contents clatter)

(door bangs)

- You okay?

- Oh, for fuck's sake!

Thank you, yeah.
(hand bangs)

Perfectly capable of getting
into my own building,

actually, you know,
manage it every day,

several times on a good day.

Thank you, have a good night.

Ah, see
(keys clatter)

in my face, purse it was.

- That's very good.

- Why are you always
wearing those leggings?

- Cause I'm going to the gym.

- Ah, of course, I just
came from there actually.

- Did you?
(Clara hums)

Good session?

- Oh, great session,
thank you for asking.

Very good, okay (laughs).

- Ah, fuckety-fuck.
(phone rings)

Ah, shit, Aaron,
not picking that up.

- [Aaron] Clara,
you have answered.

- Oh fuck, what?

Aaron, what, what time is it?

- [Aaron] Clara, you have
to come to the hospital.

I've just, I've crashed the car.

- Dad's car, you okay?

- [Aaron] I have whiplash,
but, but they've stabilized me.

- Just stay there, what
hospital are you at?

Please tell me
it's not the Mercy?

- [Aaron] No, it's
St. Charlotte's.

- Ah, stay there, I'm coming.

- Everything, okay?

- Yes, stupid brother
crashed the car.

- [Aaron] Clara, I'm still here.

- Go away.

- So you're going
to the hospital.

(Clara hums)

You okay?

- Yeah.

Doors and ordering
rides is not beyond me.

Ah, shit, 20 minutes.

They always do that.

- I can give you a
lift if you want.

Or is that, is that weird?

It's just my gym's
nearby, and...

(camera clicks)

- I'm gonna send
these to my friend

who happens to be a policewoman.

So if you rape and murder
me, she will find you.

- Oh yeah, that's,
that's good thinking.

(bag clatters)

- All right.
(door clicks)

(car engine hums)

(phone rings)

- Oh, hi, hi?

Yeah, I'm not murdered, but
if I am that guy did it.

Eww, poor Aisha.

Okay, no, go, please, go!

Bye.

(Clara burps)

(Clara groans)

Please don't remember
this when we date.

- Oh, we're gonna go
on a date, are we?

- Can you pull over, please?

- Yeah, just hang on one second.

- [Clara] Now, just
pull up anywhere.

(door clicks)

(Clara wretches)
(feet thud)

(train clatters)

No, no!

Yuk!

Ah, sorry.

- [Peter] It's okay.

You're okay.

Here!
- [Clara] Oh, thanks.

(elevator bleeps)

(bag rustles)

- You left work!

- Yeah, of course, I came
as soon as you called.

(lips smack)

What happened?

- I don't know,
I don't remember.

I was, I was driving, and
then I was texting you,

and then the next thing...

(Aaron sobs)

- Don't cry.

(lips smack)

- Yeah, this is him,
that's him, that's Ella.

- Hi.

- Nice to see you.

(bag thuds)

- What's, what's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

Oh, that's Peter.

Peter drove me, we don't
know each other though.

- Oh, we will be dating
though apparently.

- What happened?

- No, it's okay, I
have meds for the pain.

You can see I'm stable now.

I'm just in a little,
little shock I think.

I'm just, I think I'm in a
lot more pain than I seem.

- No, Aaron, with the car.

(water trickles)

- Well, I was driving and

I dropped my phone.

- Right.

- No, it's not like that, okay.

The road was shit,
it was terrible.

Where's Dad?

Is he coming?

- No.
- [Aaron] Why not?

- Because we probably
shouldn't tell Dad

that you had a car accident

considering this
family's history

of single vehicle accidents.

I'll explain later.

What, what do you think?

- Yeah, I suppose, yeah.

- He's leaving tomorrow,
and if we call him now,

he's not gonna get
on the plane, so...

- [Aaron] I know, what the fuck?

- [Clara] What do you mean?

- Why is he going on holiday?

- Because he needs it, Aaron,

and I told him to go.

- I'm still in a
lot of pain, okay.

I feel like I've, like I've
got a bleed or something.

I don't know what
the fuck's going on.

(curtain swishes)

- Ah, for Christ sake, can you
stop winging, you big baby.

He crashed his car at 10
kilometers an hour into a bin.

And you called your own
ambulance, and stabilized.

You've had two
paracetamol, big pussy.

Where's that tit-faced nurse?

- That's my water.

- I'll go find that
tit-faced nurse.

- She should be
easy to recognize.

(both laugh)

(car engine hums)

(car doors bang)

Well,

thank you for a lovely evening.

(Peter laughs)

You still going to the gym?

- Huh, no, that mood has passed.

- Sorry.

- Do you need a hand getting
into your building again?

(keys clatter)

Okay, good.

Well...

(lips smack)

(both laugh)

- Okay.

(Clara laughs)

- [Peter] What, what is it?

- I'm, I'm just really surprised

that you kissed me
back after I vomited.

- Oh yeah, that's right, yuk.

(upbeat guitar music)

Do you have a pen?

- Yeah.

(pen clicks)

Old school.

- Yeah.

Call me when you're sober.

Night.
- Night.

(door bangs)

Ah, for fuck's sake.

(airplane engine roars)

- Senior Love Romantica?

- Yes, yes.

I've never been
before, have you?

- Oh, every year.

- Ah, I see.

Is, is there much to do there?

- It's very romantic.

- Good golf course.

- Oh right, terrific.

- [Woman] Where are the socks?

- What socks?

- The compression socks.

- I don't know.

- But that was your job.

- Well, just 'cause you said
it doesn't mean I heard it.

- So I'm to assume
you don't listen.

- You can assume what you like.

- Oh, sorry, excuse me.

(woman sighs)

The flight not open yet?

- No, I think we're
all a bit early.

- Oh, right (huffs).

(cases clatter)

- A bit like queuing up outside
the bank on pension day.

(woman laughs)

- God, flight full
of pensioners,

hope they've got
enough Chardonnay.

(Glen laughs)

(woman laughs)

(airplane engine roars)
(mellow music)

(musical blast)