All language subtitles for Rain Dogs s01e07 You Just Havent Earned It Yet.eng

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Sold my book.
- Oh.

Discovered on a Bloomsbury
slush pile

by some dickhead
called Barnaby.

- Barnabys are the worst.
- Mm. He's my new editor.

Got in touch after
that pashmina video went viral.

I believe Salinger
was discovered the same way.

COSTELLO JONES: All I did
was shout at some posh bitch.

- (CHUCKLES)
- COSTELLO: Now everyone thinks

I'm the Joan of Arc
of the council estate.

- You deserve this...
- Hmm. Still potless.

Council are sending us
to Somerset.

- Tell 'em to fuck off.
- COSTELLO: Yeah, I did.

They can't force you out.

If I don't take it,

then we're intentionally homeless.

Oh, Lenny,
I am gonna miss you,

my favorite pervert.

But we'll be back next spring
when the book's out.

I bet you can't believe
it's really happening.

Ugh! Been burned
by posh pricks before.

I won't believe it's real
until it's on sale in Foyles.

And when it is out,

I'm gonna ride the tube
day and night

until I find someone
who's reading it.

Because that's how you know
you've really made it.

And I'm gonna go up to them,

pull the book down and say,
"I wrote that, I did."

They are going to think
that you're mad.

Be a great fucking day.

Back in the city
because of my book.

You know, Barnaby reckons
it's gonna be big.

- Bigger than Dickens?
- COSTELLO: Yeah.

Basically Oliver Twist,
but with big tits.

You're a real artist.

All you can ask for in life
is one moment of perfection.

Because it-- it doesn't last.
It's not meant to.

Remember that.

- Mom.
- Hmm?

- Lenny, go. Run, run, run.
- ♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Just like real life,
you get what you want

- then someone comes to ruin it.
- SECURITY GUARD: Hey, excuse me?

Who the hell do you think
you are? Hey! Excuse me?

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

So you got my letter then.

(SIGHS)

(IN MANDARIN)

(IN ENGLISH) Mm,
Broadband's slow.

Food's microwaved.

And the only other homosexual
has had a cold sore

for the last two weeks,
so it's not ideal.

FEN: (IN ENGLISH)
Here's your shit.

You look good.

(IN MANDARIN)

(IN ENGLISH)
Still got a way to go.

FLORIAN SELBY:
"Fiscus Publishing signs new novel

from authentic, working class,

- single mom."
- (FEN CHUCKLES)

She'll hate that.

Well,
she no longer needs me then.

Won't be long
before the money's rolling in.

Come on then,
you ever fucked in an asylum?

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(COSTELLO SIGHS)

They've sent us
straight to hell.

GLORIA: Be grateful
you got a place.

Where are all the people?

It's in the middle of nowhere.

Lots of people come out
to the countryside

- to finish their book.
- Yeah.

Rich ones, retreating
to daddy's holiday cottage.

- (LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
- It's pretty peaceful, though.

It means we can be wild.

- Whoo!
- COSTELLO: All right.

- All right.
- GLORIA: Whoo!

- Oh. (CHUCKLES) Stop it.
- (CHUCKLES)

(GROANS)
I don't wanna live in peace.

I want to shout
at people who don't know

how to use escalators correctly.

Watch this bend,
watch this bend.

COSTELLO: Okay, stop it.
I don't wanna die here,

I wanna die in the city.

One more, just to upset Mom.
You ready?

- Don't stop, Auntie G.
- GLORIA: Whoo!

- No, God! It's the police!
- GLORIA: What? What?

- Brilliant. Oh, great.
- (POLICE SIREN WAILING)

COSTELLO: Are they following us?
Yeah, they're following us.

- IRIS JONES: Oh, it'll be--
It will be fine. - Fantastic. Well done.

- OFFICER: You're over the limit.
- (GLORIA GROANS)

- How many have you had?
- Only a couple last night.

- Oh, fuck!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)

- Am I being arrested?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh!
- Where are you taking her?

- OFFICER: Minehead.
- I'm sorry.

No! What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Yeah, all right, calm down
or I'll arrest you too.

- (CHUCKLES) Sorry, what for?
- Public nuisance.

There is no public.
Where the fuck is the public?

We're in the middle
of fucking nowhere!

Last warning.

- Will Auntie G be all right?
- She'll always be all right.

She's got a family
to bail her out.

I promise you,
I will write us out of here.

First hardcover,
then paperback...

Audible,
Sunday Times bestseller,

Man Booker,

and then Richard
and Judy's Book Club.

(CHUCKLES)

Then I'll sell the TV rights
to the highest bidder.

I'll write the adaptation

because that's where
the real money is.

- We'll be all right.
- Yeah, but can we live...

in a place with high ceilings
in Belsize Park?

- Yeah, sure.
- (HOOVES CLACKING)

- What the hell?
- (HORSES NEIGHING)

Oh, God.

And it's back...

thanks to you. (SIGHS)

Glad to hear. Though,
can't take all the credit.

Costello no longer needs me...

which made me feel worthless...

so I fucked Fen.

Did you know, Kenneth,
I had my first buggering...

and my first heartbreak
on the same day?

We had fagging
at boarding school.

It's where a young boy acts
as a servant

- for one of the older boys.
- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Sounds totally normal.

I mean, I enjoyed it.

Bed hopping in dorms,
mutual masturbation.

Meaningless, functional.

I mean, all powerful men do it.

- Do you honestly believe that?
- Yes, Kenneth, I do.

You take a dry cock
in your asshole,

you can definitely take
a grilling from Andrew Neil.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
What was his name?

The boy who took
your virginity.

Oliver. Straightened out now,
of course.

Married, kids,
member of parliament.

How did he break your heart?

Oh, no.
He didn't break anything.

But, um, ten minutes
after we'd finished,

my Housemaster requested a chat.

(SIGHS)

My father had made

yet another attempt
on his life.

And this time, he'd succeeded.

And that was both...

the horniest
and the saddest day of my life.

(INHALES)
Do you want to play a game?

Good. Need to teach you
the rules first.

FERRYMAN:
Uber won't touch the place.

No Deliveroo, no Ocado,
not even Aldi.

None of them can handle
Sunset Park.

Thank you so much for this,
this is so kind.

Yeah, well, it's a pound each
for the ride.

Fifteen to deliver
the junk to your door.

Okay. Um. (SCOFFS)
Can I pay you later?

Are you working?

I got an interview
with a debt collector

on the estate.

Go on, then. I'll risk it.
In you get.

You're going to enjoy
Sunset Park.

Only pedo-free estate
in the country.

What's a pedo?

FERRYMAN: You'd know
if you met one.

Right!

- What's a pedo?
- Don't ask.

- FERRYMAN: Off into the sunset.
- Okay.

(HORSES NEIGH)

Four players. North, south,
east, west. That's it.

I just think you and Costello
seem unlikely friends.

And then we build the wall.

That depends on your view
of the world, doesn't it?

I tend to think you meet
a better class of person

in the gutter
than in the drawing room.

Why is that?
Does it make you feel powerful?

No.

You have money,
you can leave any time.

Costello can't, Iris can't.

How many times
have you left Iris now?

I didn't choose to leave.
I love Iris.

Yet you sabotage
your relationship with her

before she has a chance
to reject you. It's what you do.

(GROANS)

- (GRUNTS)
- You're wrong. You're wrong.

You know nothing about me.

I know
you're a privileged little shit.

Oh, God!
All I wanna do now is kiss you.

Knock that shit off!

Have I broken you, Kenneth?

Not even close.

Your game has rules,
and so does mine.

You don't do that in here.

(SIGHS)

Yes. (PANTS)

Well, I didn't smash
your face in. That's...

I mean, that's gotta be growth.

Do you want me to leave?

Sit the fuck down.

We haven't even started yet.

♪ (MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

FERRYMAN: Here we are, ladies.
Sunset Park.

And you're welcome to it.

♪ (MELLOW MUSIC FADES) ♪

FERRYMAN: Whoa!

(SIGHS) Right, this is you
up yonder.

Last woman there died.

- Brilliant.
- (CART DOOR OPENING)

(GROANS)

Are you all land-lined up, then?

Place is a dead zone.

- No TV signal. You're off-grid.
- Check your mobile. No signal.

Fucking hell.

GREY: Hey, kiddo. More newbies.
Show them 107.

My name's Tennessee.
Welcome to hell.

- It ain't so bad.
- Hi, I'm Iris.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

- It's all right, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.

SIMON: Sit yourself down.
Get comfy.

So, why do you want to be
a debt collector then?

- Honestly? Desperate.
- (SIMON CHUCKLES)

You've come to the right place.

What about, um, other hustles?

Most people these days,
you know, got hustles.

- In between hustles.
- All right.

Well, I googled you.
Nothing pervy.

Saw your working-class
hero speech.

I thought of I was watching
a fucking Ken Loach film.

What about, um...

this Battered Bitches thing?

(INHALES) Yeah, that hasn't, um,
aged well.

Internet says
you're a bit of a dick, darling.

Are you bit of a dick?

Yeah. Sometimes.

"Sometimes." That's honest.

Got a criminal record?

- Couple of cautions.
- What? Theft, drugs?

Assault, criminal damage.

Could come in handy
around here.

Hmm. You look strong.
Like a big tree.

You're trouble, but I like it,
so start tomorrow.

- I've got the job?
- Oh, yeah. There's your clobber.

COSTELLO: All right, thanks.

- So, is this your mom's salon?
- I'll see you tomorrow then, yeah?

- Nine o'clock.
- Oh.

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

IRIS: Hello.

TENNESSEE: One hundred and four,
that's me and my nana.

One hundred and eight
is Ferryman.

Spice Boy lives there.

And Tony the murderer,
he lives there.

Oh, don't worry.
He's never killed no one.

He's just a plumber
and a terrific karaoke singer.

I'm making a film about him.

(SIGHS) You're a weirdo, Tennessee,

but luckily,
I like weirdos a lot.

Aye, thanks.

And apparently,
Larry David lives in number 98,

but I don't think it's him.

I just think it's a bald man
who shouts at people.

- Who's Larry David?
- Absolute lunatic. Google him.

SIMON: You got a fellow then?

(SCOFFS) Inappropriate.

Not really, I was just sayin'.
I'll take you out some time.

What makes you think
I'd go out with you?

You got a mirror in your house?

Yeah. Got three actually, darling.

One of them, lovely antique.

Ah, well you might wanna take
a look in it sometime.

Pretty sure
I'm a few rungs above you

on the fuck ladder, mate.

You miss 100 percent
of the shots you don't take.

I had to take mine.

See, you gotta do something
every day that scares you.

Today, it was asking you out.

Tomorrow I'm booked in
at jujitsu.

It's important
to keep your mind busy,

when everyday you've gotta
look the worst of humanity

in the eye.

- Yes?
- You got the money or what?

I told you, I-- I have nothing.

I can't even--
even top-up the meter.

Yeah, well,
you can't hide away forever.

The more time
I spend coming back here,

the worse it's gonna get
for you.

So get it sorted.

All right,
you can do the next one.

Oh, I can't do this, Simon.

Eh?

(SIGHS) It ain't for me.

I thought you were desperate.

Look, if it's not you
knocking on her door,

it'll be someone else
knocking on yours.

Yeah, well,
they're not knocking today.

(SIGHS) Don't worry, love,

I'm not
a debt collector anymore.

If you need leccy,

we can pop to the Londis
and I can top you up, yeah?

And I'll just wait here.

(VAN ENGINE REVS)

GREY: Big spender.
Cornettos are cheaper.

Don't do Cornettos no more.

About to be a published author,
I only eat fucking Magnums now.

What's the book about?

Four webcammers,

living in
a battered woman's refuge,

undertake a jewelry heist.

Guess what it's called?
Diamond Beavers.

Autobiographical?

No. Who do you think I am, Grey?

All sorts around here.
So, it's fictional?

Yeah, I'm a satirist.
Just because I'm not posh,

everybody takes
what I say literally.

No, but some of it is true,
we did live in a refuge.

According to the internet,

women like me must only
speak the truth.

The internet's not a real place,
is it?

COSTELLO: Feels real.

For cunts and cry babies.

Now tell me it's not worth
paying a bit extra

for your ice cream.

(CHUCKLES)

GREY: I remember
my first weeks out here.

Lonely, eh?

Feels like
I'm living on the moon.

Well, you're welcome
'round ours.

Can I use your internet?

I've got to send
some new chapters to my editor.

- Uh-huh.
- COSTELLO: Thank you.

IRIS: Oh, so you've forgiven
her now, have you?

COSTELLO: Yeah. I miss her.
Don't you?

- IRIS: Yeah. Can I talk to her?
- COSTELLO: Yeah.

- (BABY CRYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (CELLPHONE RINGS)
- COSTELLO: Gloria? It's me.

(SIGHS) I thought you were Sky.

- He's still calling you?
- Miss you, Auntie G.

Oh, Iris. I miss you, baby.

- Are you pissed off at me?
- No. Not anymore.

Dad's basically got me
on house arrest.

How's you? And the baby?

GLORIA: I wasn't trying
to harm it, you know?

I was just so scared. Still am.

Anyway, I've had a scan.
She's good.

- Wait, she's good?
- (CHUCKLES)

- It's a girl.
- Call her Iris. (CHUCKLES)

I don't know what to call her,

but I'll see
what her face suits, innit?

What's it like up there?

Hmm. Reckon I can get
some good stories

- out of this place.
- Can I talk to her?

Wait. Come visit.

I can't drive, can I?

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

GLORIA: Your pashmina video
keeps coming up on my feed.

It's huge.

I can't believe someone posted
the Battered Bitches video.

Don't read the comments.

Bunch of masturbators
and bedroom activists.

Those mental bitches,
they're on a witch hunt.

You need to deal with them

like you did Stacey Backshaw
in the London Dungeon.

I'd love to.

- Can I talk to her now?
- Iris wants to talk to you.

(IRIS CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, G. So...

will I be its aunt
or its cousin?

And can I babysit? Oh,
and everybody here is a freak.

GLORIA: Perfect for you then.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- TENNESSEE: Come in.

- Hey.
- ♪ (SOMBER MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

- My nana's at bingo.
- IRIS: Wow.

(SIGHS) She used to work
in a place called The Video Shop.

You go in, choose a film,

borrow it for one night only
and then take it back.

Crazy. What,
so you couldn't keep it?

TENNESSEE: Yeah,
people were savages in the '90s.

IRIS: So is this one
of those videos playing now?

TENNESSEE: Uh-huh.
It's by my favorite director,

Dario Argento.
The maestro of blood and boobs.

- IRIS: Can we watch it?
- TENNESSEE: Yeah.

If you're into the hellish side
of life, you'll love it.

(SIGHS)

You write shit about me online,
but I tell stories,

so here's a fucking story
for you.

Uh-- It's 1999,

everybody thinks
the world's about to end.

Bruce Willis is busy
seeing dead people,

and I'm 13, yet to be kissed.

- Gross.
- I'm a freak.

Well, that's what
Stacey Backshaw calls me.

She also calls me
Fatty Fishy Fanny.

She was in my year. That sort
of girl that peaks at 15.

So anyway, I'm on the 176 bus,

heading towards
Tottenham Court Road.

And Stacey is sat next to me,
and she says...

"Marty Castle thinks
you're proper fit."

And then she says,

"He wants to meet you
after school.

Outside the Imperial War Museum,

and he wants to kiss you
by the big guns."

Now this kid, Marty,
I mean he was proper fit, like--

like the David Beckham
of Walworth Road.

So anyway, cut to me,
standing by the big guns,

and Marty Castle's face
is close to mine.

And as he moves in for a kiss,

he shouts and says,
"I don't kiss big pigs."

And I turn around,
and, um, Stacey,

and the rest of the 176 bus
are laughing at me.

And I feel like a fucking fool.

That's what you lot are.
Stacey Backshaws.

And you know what?
I took care of her.

I, uh, actually beat
the shit out of her

at London Dungeons.

(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.
She's doing a Britney.

And I'm gonna say this,
uh, because I can,

because I did live
in a woman's refuge.

Uh, a lot of you bitches
need a proper beating.

And I would love
to dish that out.

(WHISPERS)
She is doing a Britney. I love her.

Anyway, huns, you do you.
I'm gonna carry on writing

and telling my stories.

And just so you know,
I see you. Cunts!

(CELLPHONE BUZZING)

Barnaby? Hello?

- BARNABY: Can you hear me?
- Yeah.

You're about to fuck me,
aren't you?

I know
when someone's gonna fuck me,

'cause my mom fucked me

and not just
in the Phillip Larkin way.

BARNABY: Look. (SIGHS)
We've got a-- a situation.

You're a very talented writer,
but my hand's been forced.

We need a voice who represents
the working class.

With so much doubt
surrounding your authenticity,

there's no way
we can publish Diamond Beavers.

Please don't take this
away from me.

BARNABY: Costello,
you've brought this on yourself.

- I tried to help you.
- I've got nothing else.

Is there something I can say
for you to stop doing this?

BARNABY: First, you do
Battered Bitches,

then you offer to dish out

a beating
to those critical of you.

(SIGHS) It's just...

(SIGHS) It's kind
of not how authors behave.

I thought you wanted
authentic working class,

- I guess not.
- BARNABY: I'm sorry.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- Can I use your landline?
- Aye.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Takes a while.

REPORTER OVER TV:
Today, we've come

to one of the Peak District's
most popular auctions,

- many bargains to be had.
- (CELLPHONE RINGING)

(REPORTER OVER TV
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(TV STOPS)

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

- Yes, hello.
- (WHISPERS) Selby, it's me.

♪ ("PRINCE OF TEARS"
BY BAXTER DURY PLAYING) ♪

(WHISPERS) Uh,
why you whispering?

(SPEAKS NORMALLY) I don't know.

- (SPEAKS NORMALLY) You okay?
- IRIS: Yeah, it's weird here.

I mean, it's all right.
Yeah, it's good actually.

Mom's lost the book deal.

She's drinking,
she's talking to the internet.

Can you visit?

Yes. Where are you?

Somerset. I've gotta go.

GREY: I'm home.

Iris? Iris?

GREY: Oh, hi Iris.
Are you staying for tea?

Where's your mom?

♪ Prince of tears
Prince of tears ♪

♪ No one's gonna love you
More than us ♪

♪ Everybody loves to say... ♪

FERRYMAN: Oh, a beer.
There you go and a loaf of bread.

Four pounds, got it?

All right.
And what about you, flower?

- Have you got any red?
- FERRYMAN: Any red?

I've got
all the red in the world.

- Yeah, I'll get two bottles.
- Two, is it?

That'll be five pounds each.

- Cheers!
- FERRYMAN: Thanks a lot, love.

Uh, what about you guys?

♪ Prince of tears
Prince of tears ♪

♪ No one's gonna love you
More than us ♪

♪ Prince of tears
Prince of tears ♪

♪ No one's gonna love you
More than us ♪

♪ And the prince of tears ♪

♪ Wiped his eyes ♪

♪ And looked
At everything he owned ♪

♪ And smiled ♪

♪ Everybody loves to say
Goodbye ♪

♪ Everybody loves to say
Goodbye ♪

♪ Everybody loves to say
Goodbye ♪

♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪

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