All language subtitles for Aftertaste s02e05.eng

Do not tell Ben we were in his bin.

Well, at least he's loyal to me and Kwame.

Doesn't call me a bitch
and then not talk to me for a year.

Surely she can stay for a little bit longer.

No, no, she wants to live here
in our house, and I'm not having it.

I'm sorry, but it's not
really your house, dear.

Why didn't you tell me
that you and Kwame dated?

I didn't want to go to bullshit
London in the first place.

- Good to know.
- No, Harry, I...

The problem is us... you. We're the rubbish.

If you've got any ideas,

I'm happy to put you in touch
with my producer.

You mean a TV thing?

- What about this one?
- Mm?

I drive from the east coast
to the west coast...

...in a bus or a van or something...

OK.

...and I cook food and I meet people,

and it's called Easton Goes Western.

Sounds like an excuse to do
a silly wordplay with your name.

Yeah, yeah.

Jamie and Gordon have pillaged
every decent TV idea

and most of the crap ones.

What you need is an idea
that's entirely unique to you, hmm?

Yeah.

I'm 73 today.

That's why I can spout off
wise shit like that.

You're kidding?! We should celebrate.

None of us have ever celebrated
one of your birthdays.

I'll get the others.

It's very... you.

We don't have to send it.
If you hate it, I should redo it.

It's your grandma's birthday.
We're having drinks.

- Where's Brett and Denise?
- Asleep.

It's only 8:00.

We're about to send off
Diana's new menu to Viggo.

So, this one is Tits Up,

which is, like, a marshmallowy ode

to the direction in which
my life has taken lately.

And the other one is a Bacon & Egg Hanglova.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

And we've also got Terry's
Jam and Biscuits on here, too.

This is more like you...
high art meets silly shit.

- Thank you.
- You look more nervous than her.

Are you worried that a Dane won't understand

the nuances of Australian cuisine?

No, no, it's just... it's our
last chance to impress Viggo.

It's good. Let's go.

(LAUGHS)

OK, well, it's done now.

Let's go have a drink.

What's the opposite of being cancelled?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Elon Musk is following you! What?!

They're calling me the Waste Whistleblower.

(LAUGHS)

We were... we were so stupid.

Well, what can I say?

To be reunited with my famous son

and my wonderful, talented
granddaughter I didn't know I had

is the greatest birthday gift.

To June, and to the end of
Easton and Diana's sentence

and for our return to London.

Up your bums!

EASTON AND DIANA: Up your bums!

- Oh, and, Grandma...
- (GASPS)

...your birthday cake.

? Happy birthday to you ?

? Happy birthday to you... ?

- Oh, my God!
- (ALL CHEER AND LAUGH)

DENISE: It's 3 am.

BRETT: There's a goat wearing my T-shirt.

EASTON: ? Happy birthday... ?

She's taken over our lives.

How did we not check who owned the house?

Well, how was I to know that
her name was on the deed

or that she was still alive?

Diana seems to like her.

Well, we're gonna spend
the whole day with Diana tomorrow

before she and Harry leave.

We'll take care of June later.

- (GOAT BLEATS)
- She's riding the goat.

EASTON: Ride the goat! Ride the goat!

I'm going back to bed.

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERS)

My hair is bashing against my skull
when I move.

- (SNIFFS)
- Oh, Mum!

Don't sniff my undies. It's really weird.

What, I've been sniffing
your underwear for 20 years.

(WHINES)

Brett and I would like to take
you out, spend the day together.

OK.

Where's Harry?
He was really drunk last night, Mum.

- He's only 27.
- Mm?

That's the age everyone
chokes on their own vomit

like Jimi and Janis.

Oh, my God, no.

Please, please, please don't take Harry.

What about minigolf?
Harry can come if he's not dead.

Well, that's the second-worst thing
I've ever seen on a pizza.

Ooh.

(GROANS)

The reception here is terrible.

(GROANS, SNIFFS) Mum's birthday party.

- What?
- Mum's birthday party.

Oh, you made up, then. Good.

DIANA: Easton.

- (HORN HONKS CONTINUOUSLY)
- Ooh!

Easton, have you seen Harry?!

Ah.

Oh, thank God. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.

- Grandma.
- (HORN STOPS)

There we go. There it is. Yep.

I brought you something. Come on.

Please be a bacon sandwich.

Wash your face.

I know the dishes are a little
out there. Just leave it with me.

- She's coming.
- Harry! I thought you were dead.

- No, no. Calm down.
- Who is it?

Viggo? It's the menu.

(WHISPERS) It's fine. It's OK.

I have the right to hear it.

Yeah, I know, I know. I'll tell you.

- Now.
- OK.

Viggo, I'm calling you back,
alright? I need to call you back.

Harry!

That was a dick move.

- Diana...
- Nup.

A donation from
the Uraidla Producers' Group.

We saw your impassioned speech.

Right.

So, you are the Waste Whistleblower now.

I like it. It's very sexy.

What?

Oh, don't tell me the only thing
you're blowing is hot air.

- No.
- Good.

Then I gift you imperfect produce
that supermarkets will not take.

What do you want me to do with it?

Well, I'm looking at opening
some new revenue streams,

and I thought you might be able to
make me something that I could sell

through my new cellar door experience.

Oh, and special boudoir access

if you can come up with anything to do with

40 barrels of smoke-tainted wine.

You didn't bring that here as well, did you?

No. I just thought you might have
a brilliant idea.

You know, help a damsel in distress.

Isn't that what you men live for?

Oh, I really think we should
work on this name.

You know, Whistleblower,
it's a bit of an overreach.

- Dr Dumpster?
- No.

- Bin Busters?
- No.

- Wasted West?
- No.

Though I don't disagree with the sentiment.

(SIGHS) Alright, where do
you want this baby?

Oh, there's just fine.

- Are you sure about that?
- Yep.

Okey-do key.

Call me when you got something to show me.

(REVERSING ALARM BEEPS)

I need a shower, a coffee and a Chiko Roll.

I don't know what that is,
but can we just talk, please?

Sure. Yeah, let's talk.

What were you guys saying about my dishes?

- Just that they need tweaking.
- Oh, my God!

I sexted my jugs to a Nordic food God.

Look, you go have a shower,

and I'll get you your chicken roll,

and we can brainstorm how to fix it.

No, I promised Brett and Denise
that I would hang with them today.

- Di!
- It's my last day with them.

Fine. I'll think of a solution.

- It'll be OK.
- Thank you.

Mum!

Eat, you mangy animal.

(BLEATS)

Come on, eat!

- What is this?
- Oh, Margot dumped it on me.

I've got a TV show to pitch on Monday,

and I should be generating ideas.

How about I'm A Celebrity Chef
GOAT Me Out Of Here? (LAUGHS)

(GOAT BLEATS)

Oh.

Look, come on, give me an idea,
you furry shit.

- What about go-karting?
- Too hot.

- The museum?
- Too bony.

- The beach?
- Sandy.

- Botanic gardens?
- Leafy.

Diana. I honestly just want a schnitzel.

We're trapped.

Oh, wonderful.

Easton!

What?

I didn't put it there.

But I can't help but feel that it is
your fault that it IS here.

(GROANS) Oh, this is ridiculous.

So, what are you going to do
with two tons of veg?

Pickles. Found some old vinegar
Dad had in storage.

Yeah. Pickles are really hot right now.

I lived in Poland. They know how to pickle.

Mostly their livers,
but occasionally a vegetable.

(LAUGHS)

So, what are we meant to do?

Well, stay and help us.
We'll make it a family day.

No, we're taking Diana out.

Not until this is empty, we're not.

Well, what about your schnitzel?

It's alright, I'm getting delivery.

- You guys want one?
- EASTON: Yeah, sure.

I'm getting you one, too, Mum.

We could take a taxi to the zoo.

Diana, give me a hand?

Let's just stay, Mum. I don't mind.

I knew she'd hijack our plans.

She's hijacking more than that.

I'd have a word with this Viggo guy
if I were you.

I mean, the Scandis, they're arrogant.

I mean, he'd probably respect
you more if you told him

to stick a well-designed bookcase
up his arse.

Oh, Grandma, firstly, I don't
think you can say that anymore

because it's racist.

And secondly, Harry would kill me
if I did that.

If Harry's not gonna stick up
for you, you have to go direct.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

If you want us to make up,
tell her to ask me,

nay, beg forgiveness.

No. But I will try and set up
a conversation between you.

Dude, you're here to drool over her...

- Oh.
- ..so don't use me as your excuse.

- And hurry up, I need to pee.
- Are you serious?

No, sorry. Can I just finish? Thank you.

Those desserts are a representation
of who I am, Viggo,

and if you're not going to allow me
to express myself,

then you can shove those desserts
right up your clacker.

And clacker, FYI, is Australian for arse.

- VIGGO: How dare you...
- (DISCONNECTS CALL)

Ha! Sorry. Just, like, work things.

You know, sometimes you've gotta
crack a few skulls.

What are you guys doing here?

Uh, well, Margot's told the whole
town about the waste project,

so we've brought some stuff to donate.

Oh.

And we wanted to see you before you go.

Why is Nayani looking like
a getaway driver in a bank heist?

Well, I was hoping you two would talk.

Wants me to grovel, doesn't she?

No.

Hey, Denise, I have an idea.

Whoa, before you start,
what are we putting them in?

- What?
- The pickles.

- Jars.
- But he hasn't got any.

Well, I don't know.

Every jar this family ever used,
Jim put into the tool shed.

Great. Mum, take Brett, go get the jars.

- What? The...
- Let's go, handsome. (LAUGHS)

OK, TV pitch.

I take people who have absolutely
no idea how to cook,

you know, the kind that ask how long
two-minute noodles take to boil...

no idea whatsoever...

and I transform them into capable chefs

who can take on a shift
at a real restaurant.

I call it Restaurant Rejects,

and when we shoot the pilot,
you're my first guest.

No? OK.

Brett.

I've been meaning to do a clear-up
in here for forever.

But Denise is sentimental about Jim's stuff.

Oh, ridiculous.

When we moved in, we slept
on piles of old newspapers.

Found an old one about
a Tasmanian tiger biting a kid.

I almost became part of
Jim West's collection.

(LAUGHS)

And, as owner of this shit,

I give you permission
to get rid of his crap.

- Mm.
- Oh, God!

Oh, my knee's locked up.

Oh, help me, Brett. Help me.

Here, come here. Come here. Help me. Ooh.

Oh. (MUTTERS)

Ben's basically given me free rein
to use the menu to experiment.

Yeah, it's exciting,

having people try things
straightaway and feedback.

I'm very lucky.

Well, that's not luck, though, is it?

You've earned it. You're amazing.

I mean, Harry wouldn't shut up about
how good your carp diem dish was.

And how are you?

I don't know. Sometimes, like,
I feel like a fish, you know?

Sort of, like, constantly swimming upstream

through this river of treacle

with, like, a really bad hangover,

kind of not really knowing what sort
of fish I even am anymore.

Well, I know what kind of fish you are.

You're a strong, talented fish
who follows her gut no matter what.

That's why we all love you.

- I'm not saying that I love you.
- Mm-hm.

Well, I do like...

...friends love.

Look, I've always thought
that you and your food

are like an emulsion,

so if this Viggo guy doesn't get your food,

he really doesn't get you.

Oh, my God.
I don't know why I just did that.

- It's fine.
- No, it's not. It's really bad.

It's just that you were saying,
like, all the right things,

like 'emulsion', and I just...

Hey, I think I should go.

Um, you and Nayani should try and talk.

- No, you don't have to leave.
- We'll catch up next time you visit.

- OK?
- Hey, no, Kwams...

Yeah.

(GROANS)

(RINGING TONE)

Hurry up, Kwame. I'm busting.

- KWAME: Hi.
- What the hell are you doing?

Things got weird, OK?
Sorry, I'm walking home.

What the fuck?

You should stay and try and talk to
Di, though. She really needs you.

She needs a lobotomy.

What did she do to you?

Is that it?

Is that all you've done?

What...

I have to do everything myself.

Where have you been?

We're meant to be spending time together.

Oh, sorry. I was just...
I was helping Kwame.

He just donated all this fresh
produce, so I was just...

Here, take a peeler
and come and sit next to me.

- We'll work together.
- OK.

(JUNE MOANS)

June's gammy leg's playing up.

Oh, no, Grandma! Are you OK?

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
It just happens sometimes.

Stupid knee.

Oh, we found some jars.
They'll need sterilising, though.

EASTON: Oh, well, you can
boil them in that bin.

Oh, Diana, we can do it.

- Yeah.
- No, take Brett.

He, um... he can carry you
and massage your leg as well.

- Will I?
- Yes.

Yeah, good idea. Brett, you take Mum
and the bin down to the fire pit...

get sterilising.

(STAMMERS)

- Oh, come on, June.
- Diana.

- Are you right?
- Diana!

Yeah. Yeah.

(WASHING MACHINE WHIRRS)

Full automation.

Full... automation.

Full automation.

What did he just...

- I don't know.
- I choose not to listen.

Hey, I've got some movement back.

You got magic hands, Brett.

Huh. Yeah.

You know, it was great getting
to know Diana a bit more last night.

She's a lot like me, you know?

- Is she?
- Oh, yeah, she's got my spirit.

Hey.

That boy's in for a bit of a shock.

What are we gonna do about
the London situation?

Situation?

Yeah, you know, Diana being unhappy,
no friends.

- You know, the rain.
- She told you that?

Last night. Didn't she tell you?

No.

Oh, no, no, it's OK.

I advised her, you know,
put number one first.

That's terrible advice. She's
got her career, she's got Harry.

No. I told her, if you want an omelette,

you've got to crack an egg.

- La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
- What she needs to do...

Denise?! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

- Brett! What she... Brett...
- Denise!

(URINE SPLATTERS)

HARRY: Diana, I can't believe
you called Viggo.

I can't believe WHAT you called Viggo.

- I'm sorry.
- He's a name chef.

Harry, you hired me first,
and you hired me to be me.

Yes, but hiring you was a risk,
and risks come with terms.

What terms?

I just need you to put the restaurant
first, not your ego, Diana.

Jesus Christ, Harry.

At the moment, the menu could be seen
as a little parochial for London.

Parochial?

It's business. Don't make it personal.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Wow.

- It's Viggo. I have to take it.
- No, you don't.

I...

Di...

(SIGHS)

Why would she tell you all this and not me?

I'm... I'm her mother.

Who tells their mother anything?

Well, I would have liked the option.

All I said was, come home,
we'll look after you.

Oh, we will, will we?

Well, it takes a village to...

(SIGHS)

You can steal our house, steal our bed,

but you sure as hell will not
be stealing our daughter.

And if you had one iota of humanity left,

you'd bugger off back to whatever
wretched hole you crawled out of.

I have spent my entire life

wondering what it would be like
to see you again.

And somehow it's even more
disappointing than I imagined.

- Well, if that's how you feel...
- Yes.

That's how we all feel.

I'm sorry.

(WASHING MACHINE RUMBLES)

(SCREAMS)

That was weird.

I heard what you did to Kwams.

That was an accident.

If you want an outsider's perspective...

I don't, really.

...London seems to have made you
into, like, a bit of a douche.

Just saying.

See ya.

You're right. I AM a huge douche.

Yeah, you ran away and
didn't talk to me for a year.

I know.

Can I just monologue for a bit? Do you mind?

- OK.
- OK.

Kissing Kwame literally felt like
I was kicking a puppy with my mouth.

I just deliberately sent off
this menu with titties

and some bacon to this Nordic idiot
that I knew...

...I knew he wouldn't like it,
but I did it anyway, right?

And then I abused him for proving me right.

But none of that even comes close

to as bad as how I've treated you.

God, I've just, like, had this, like...

...this pain in my chestal area
for, like, a whole, entire year

because I didn't know how
to say sorry to you,

even though I am really sorry.

I just had my head so far out my own arse,

it's, like, not even funny.

I had that chest thing too.

I genuinely thought it was
a heart condition,

so my dad made me go to
his cardiologist friend

and I had to do this stress test thing

and it turns out I'm just unfit.

But my dad actually cried
with relief on the way home.

But when I told him that
I thought that the pain

could be from anxiety I'd manifested
after breaking up with you...

...he kicked me out of the car
and made me walk home, so...

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry. Sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

I heard your conversation with Harry.

- I was peeing in a bush.
- You were peeing...

Look, you can't compromise your food, Di,

or this limp-dick chef will win, OK?

Zero dick policy.

The day of the dick is done. Capisce?

OK.

OK.

- Love you.
- Love you, too.

(BOTH MUTTER AND LAUGH)

HARRY: Viggo, I'll call you back.
I'll call you back.

I think I bought us more time.

These dishes look great.

Yeah, I think Viggo will really get them,

and they make much more sense for London.

Harry...

...I don't think I make sense for London.

What do you mean?

I'm so sorry.

And what goes well with pickles?

I mean, cheese? Shit.

Pickles.

My own "made with waste produce" pickles.

Oh, that's really good.

Yeah, well, try it with my sourdough
made with leftover pickling brine.

And my new IPA also has a splash of it.

What?

We could use some of my spoilt wine
for pickling vinegar.

Yeah, and the rest to make
small-batch smoky gin.

Now, that's actually...

- Genius?
- ..quite clever.

Thank you.

I didn't tell you this morning,

I've been asked to pitch a TV idea,

and I couldn't think of anything
until today.

- You see where this is going?
- You've finally washed your socks?

Automated vegetable peeler.
My own invention.

The TV concept is me at home

teaching people how to grow and
cook veg, bake bread, brew beer,

up cycle, live life waste-free.

The title of the show is the Waste Warrior.

And I am the Waste Warrior.

Catchy title. I like the concept.

I just don't know why you'd
want to be on television.

Well, that's the whole point.

The producers pay me to live here
and do what I'm already doing.

We can use the show
to advertise our pickles,

our gin, and anything else we invent.

Fame has its upside.

(WASHING MACHINE STARTS)

Ooh!

- Very clever.
- I know.

(WHIMPERS)

- HARRY: Bye.
- Bye.

See? I told you.
No need to shoot the messenger.

Oh, love. It's all for the best.

(SOBS) Mum.

I'm sorry I'm a dick.

- You're not a dick.
- Yes, I am.

- (SOBS)
- BRETT: You're my dicks.

(WASHING MACHINE RUMBLES)

Did someone leave the washing machine on?

So, where's Grandma June's van gone?

DIANA: I want to do something great
with my career

and meaningful with my life.

You could just go back to work with Easton.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'm Easton West...

...Waste Warrior.

BRETT: Maybe we should just
all try and get along.

Good one. (LAUGHS)

Mum!

- Oh, you have family.
- Oh, Grandma.

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