All language subtitles for Mother.and.Son.2023.AU.S01E08.720p.WEB-DL.x264-W4N70Ks

Shh.

Come on.

Shh.
OK.

Oh!

Shh!

Come on.

Oh! Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Alright.
Shh.

Argh!
Argh!

Argh.
Oh!

Oh, Arthur.

For years I sat by
the side of that cricket oval,

and never once saw you hit anything
out of the middle of that bat.

Is that Arthur?
Yeah.

I thought it was
Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson.

You've filled out, Artie.

Yeah, what are you two doing here?

I thought you guys
were staying at the hotel tonight.

Oh, they messed up our reservation.
After they took our money.

I put the whole thing
on my platinum credit card,

and they claim
they have no record of it.

I say we go back tomorrow,

and we leave a tape recorder
screaming, "HELP!"

at the bottom of
their laundry chute.

Ooh! We have booze.

That's olive oil.

Oh.

Ah.

It might soften
some of that bread I ate.

Oh!

You two stink of cigarettes.

Why is that every time you catch up
for your nurse's college reunion,

you turn into a pair
of Keith Richards?

Are you implying that
I'm a bad influence on your mother?

Because guilty as charged.

I love this, whatever it is.

Oh, don't be a no-party Artie!

Yeah, no-party Artie!

That's you!

It's the middle of the night!

And you know
I have a job interview tomorrow.

Oh, boo.

Job in Melbourne.

Coffee snob in the making.

Remote job,
not actually in Melbourne.

Now, Heather, there's
a bed in the spare room

if you want to stay the night, OK?

But for now the party is over.

Goodnight.

Did we miss the party?
Don't worry about him.

This is our song!

Right now it's the whole
neighbourhood's song!

Great. And now you've got Chong
throwing ball bearings on the roof.

He hasn't done that
since my 18th, Mum.

Oh, how life
has come in full circles.

Fun's over.

Bedtime, both of you.

Where did they get a guitar from?!

# She said
I'm not...

# Watch you slowly die

# I'm walking out the door

# Out the door

# Out the door... #

Maya.

Argh!

God!
Oh!

Did we...?

No. No, we didn't.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, Heather. Heather!

My head.

It's your head I'm thinking about.

Cheers.

Up your bum.

Mm.
Ah.

Takes you back to nurse's college,
eh?

Oh, no, thanks.

I've decided not to go back
to nurse's college.

Good morning!

Again.

How are you so chirpy?

Oh! That's how.

Yeah, nah, don't think
I'm going to get wasted

before my Zoom interview, thank you.

Hey, doesn't chilli give you reflux?

It's not mine. It's Heather's.

You BYO hot sauce?

Always looking for a way
to spice up life, Arthur.

Now, what's that job
you're interviewing for?

Most boring 30-something
in Australia?

Oh, he's already CEO of that company.

Director of Digital Lifestyle

at a media start-up called Yaunch,
thank you very much.

Yaunch?

Sounds like someone throwing up.

I was lucky to even get an interview
after what happened in Canberra.

Why? What happened in Canberra?
Oh, do you want to tell her?

Oh, look we marched with racists.

We marched with racists. Yeah.

Pick the bones out of that.

And when will you be leaving us
today, Heather?

She's not.
Excuse me?

No. Maggie told me
about that horrible family

who stole your restaurant.

We figured we might
pay them a visit.

Nobody stole our restaurant. OK?

We begged the landlord to end
the lease on compassionate grounds.

Oh, history is written
by the victors, Arthur.

Do not believe the "facts".

That's right. We're gonna go
and sort those arse hats out.

I'll drive.
Ah, no won't.

Hey!

No. You're not going
to the restaurant. OK?

Give me my keys back right now.
That car's my life.

Whoa-whoa. Calm down.

I can smell the DUI from here.

Right, when you sober up
I will give you the keys back.

But until then I do need
you both out of the house,

so how about
I drive you to the movies?

Come on.

Two and a half hours of Helen Mirren
awaits.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's...

Maya.

Arthur.

How was the restaurant opening?

It was good. Yeah.

Although someone's already given us
one star on Goggle

because our lemongrass chicken

didn't have any lemon
or actual grass.

I really wanted to come along,
but...

You had to drop your car back
to the ex-girlfriend

that you never actually
technically broke up with.

Nah. I get it.

For the record, there's no doubt
surrounding our status anymore.

I'm sorry to hear that, Arthur.

Anyway, I'd better get back.

I picked up the wrong box,

and Chong's, you know,
he's really cranky today.

I don't know, maybe he's just tired.

Yeah. Yeah.
I mean, I can't imagine why.

Ah, hey. Um...

Let me know
if you ever want to hang out.

Just as friends.

Ah, jeez. I dunno.

I mean, aren't you the guy
from the race march in Canberra?

Alright. Come on, you two.

Our lord and saviour, Ms Mirren,
awaits. Let's go.

There you go.

Oh, you didn't have to buy
our movie tickets, Arthur.

I could have put them
on my platinum credit card.

Consider this a worthwhile
investment into my sanity, Heather.

Now, you are in Cinema 2.

So, I shall meet you back here
in exactly three hours.

Can I get a Choc Top?

We have Neapolitan
and Ice Magic at home, Mum.

Now, come on just go.

Alright. Come on.
Is the movie over?

We're not going to the movie,
Maggie,

we're going to reclaim
what's rightfully yours.

Yes!

Wait, are we still
talking about Choc Tops?

Hey, Liz.

Is Robbie not with you?
She said she was here.

Ah, nope. Not with me.

Well, has she taken your mother out
or...?

I don't know.

Ah. You know what, she might have
now that I think about it.

You don't have to cover for her,
Arthur. I found the texts.

Robbie's confessed to everything.

OK, yeah. She's not with Mum.
I don't know where she is.

But that doesn't mean anything.

I mean, she might be
on her way here now.

Look, I know you two are struggling,

but affairs happen
and people make it through.

Affairs?

What are you talking about?

You said you found the texts.

About the loans.

Texts about the debt
Robbie's put us in.

Yeah.
That's what I'm talking about too.

When I said 'affairs'
I meant financial affairs.

Oh, thanks for dropping by.
I've got a job interview.

You listen to me, Arthur.

We're gonna go inside right now,
we're gonna sit down,

and you are gonna tell me
everything you know.

Now, I've thrown in
an extra rice paper roll,

because we all know
that one serve is never enough.

Thanks.

Maggie. Hi.

It's nice to see you.

I'm assuming you want
bragging rights over Arthur?

Don't give us "nice to see you".
This is Maggie's restaurant.

Which table do these go to?
Oh, I'll take those for you, Maggie.

She's not here to do your job,
she's here to reclaim what's hers.

This is
Leo's Feelgood African Restaurant

not some glorified sandwich shop.

Maggie. My teapot.

This is an antique teapot
from Ha Long Bay.

Spare us the guilt trip, buddy.

Who, are you?
What's going on in here?

What's going on is you're handing
this place back to Maggie right now.

Urgh. Mocktail.

Oh, Leo
would be turning in his grave.

Heather, what are we doing here?

We're not budging,
that's what we're doing.

Well, then, you owe me $200
for the teapot,

and $12 for the Shirley Temple
you just drank.

You think I can't afford a teapot?

Your pockets may hold money,

but if your heart holds no honour,
then you have nothing.

Dad.

I don't need arse hats like you
to tell me what I do and don't have.

Please leave now.

You too.

I'm sorry, everyone. I apologise.

Please enjoy some free spring rolls
on the house.

Come on, Maggie.
I'll give you a lift home.

I've got to drop a box
to Chong anyway.

He said something about
free spring rolls on the house?

Total misunderstanding.

My mum just misread a sign
at the gallery,

and then suddenly I'm this black guy
in a racism parade storm.

I mean, it was... It's kind of funny
when you think about it.

Racism is never funny. Ever.

Yeah. I mean, well,
comedy is tragedy plus time,

so, actually, all racism
will eventually be funny.

Um, so when I said
it's "kinda funny",

I meant one day.

Well, what did you learn from
this obviously awful experience?

Um, yeah.

I got a surprising amount of matches
on the dating apps,

which was confusing.

But that's actually
what I was hoping

my first piece with you guys
could be about.

I go on a date
with an actual racist.

I mean, sure the first half
of the date would be intense,

you know, but after that, who knows?

I would happily
sell out my entire race

for a little bit of human affection
right now.

That's black and white people.

Yeah. No. We appreciate
that vulnerability.

There's a lot of power in it.

Well, look thank you.

We'll take some time
to process everything, and...

Oh, it looks like you've got company.

We can let you go.

Um, hmm?

Is someone...? Is someone...?
No. No. No. I don't think so.

I'm here all alone.

So, thank you again.

I've got the mallet, Heather.

Let's go get those awful people
at the Vietnamese restaurant.

What was that?

Arthur, when did you get home?

You did that on purpose.
Did what?

Ruined my interview.

What interview?

Arthur, you have to stop
speaking in riddles.

Oh, well, that's a bit rude.

Clunking about
while Heather's trying to rest.

You should think of other people,
Arthur.

I can't do this anymore.
Oh, I get it.

You're off to see that horrible girl.

Stop. Just stop, Mum.

I'm going to Melbourne.

You got the job?
No. Probably not.

But anywhere is better
than this hellhole.

You think this is bad,
wait till you try Melbourne.

You don't get it, do you?

It's this house, Mum.
I am dying here.

I need to get out.

Away from you, away from tip-toeing
around the place where Dad died,

away from Dee,
away from all of this shit.

Arthur Boye.

You're sounding like that terrible
man down at the restaurant,

who was very rude to us
when Heather was yelling at him.

You went to the restaurant?

After I specifically told you
not to go to the restaurant.

That man wasn't rude, Maggie,
he was right.

I've got nothing.

Where's Arthur?

Where the hell, is he?
Come on. Show yourself.

Can we do this later, Robbie?
We've got a lot going on right now.

Whoa, is there anything
in this head of yours, baby bro?

You told Liz
I was having an affair?

What's this about affairs?

Why would you say something
so horrid, Arthur?

Oh, whoever's in charge
of this simulation.

I'm begging you,
pull the plug, please.

You totally screwed me, Arthur.

Liz says she wants me
out of the house.

Great. Welcome home.

You can have my bed, because
I'd prefer to sleep in a park

than have to put up
with both of your crazies.

You don't mean that.

Is that Heather in your bed?

Did you...?
No.

God no.

Hey. I'm like a fine cut of veal,
thank you very much.

You need to call Liz
and make this right.

What do you want me to do, Robbie?

Create a world where
you don't have sex with other women?

Sex with who?
It's fine, Mum.

Yes, that's exactly
what I want you to do.

Call her.

Sorry. I just tried
to drop off Chong's box,

but he wasn't answering.

And I looked through the window,
and I think he's collapsed.

I've already called an ambulance.
OK.

Heather. Come on. Chong's collapsed.

Chop-chop.
Ow.

I said chop-chop.
What are you doing?

Chong's collapsed. He needs a nurse.
Come on.

Stop it.
Isn't your daughter a doctor?

She's a cosmetic surgeon.
She can't do anything.

Well, you're a nurse.

You're a better nurse than me.
You always have been. You go.

I can't, Heather.

It's my brain.

It doesn't make sense sometimes.

Everything I need to know
is right here,

but when I grab for it,
it just slips away.

Like a watermelon seed
on the kitchen floor.

Well, if it makes you feel
any better, I'm a liar.

I tell so many lies
I can barely keep track of them.

I took your hotel money last night
and kept it. I never paid.

That's not true.

You've got that
gold Master platinum card thingy.

I don't have a Master platinum card.

I don't even have a seniors card.

I haven't got a postal address.
I'm living out of my car.

Is that why you always
have the tabasco sauce? Ha.

I thought it was because
you like Mexican on the run.

You know when Phil left me,
I don't even know what happened.

Everything just seemed to fall away.

I'm homeless. Imagine. At my age.

And I lie. I steal from my friends.

I fight with everyone. I don't
even know what I'm fighting about.

Oh, look, I'm no good to you,
Maggie. I'm no good to anyone.

Rubbish.

Who cares whether you live in a car,
or on the second moon of Jupiter?

You are a bloody brilliant nurse,
Heather,

and right now the world needs you
to go and save an unpleasant old man.

Now, come on.
Oh, God.

Alright.

Put your pants on.

Hey. Chong.

Chong. It's me, Arthur.

I was playing the music last night.

I played it extra loud
just to annoy you.

OK, no. This must be
really serious here. Sorry.

Arthur. Arthur, it's locked.
OK. Well, step back.

Whoa-whoa-whoa,
that's breaking and entering.

Well, you do it, OK?
You took an oath.

I can't go breaking into Chong's
house and laying hands on him.

That opens me to up
to all sorts of liability.

Does your malpractice insurance
cover that? Because mine doesn't.

That can't be right,
not if we're trying to help him.

Oh, we live in an unjust system
Maya.

Wait. Are you letting Chong die
so you can buy his house?

Baby bro, you better
put those words back in your mouth

before I put them there for you.

You want to turn Chong's house
into a development

so you're just
going to let him die.

That is a serious allegation,
Arthur,

and you can't afford the lawyers
that I can afford.

OK, guys, guys.
Chong needs our help now.

You heard her. Come on. Help.

This is why we wait
for emergency services.

Everyone. Everyone. Out of the way.
Stand back.

Oh.

Hold this. Good.

Now it's got your DNA all over it.

These are all the Christmas cards
we've given Chong over the years.

We're the closest thing to family
he's got.

Shallow breathing.

Skin's got a bluish hue.

Mmm. Pneumothorax.

If his lung's collapsed we need
to wait for the ambulance.

Could be too long.
Has anyone got a pen?

A pen? Heather, it's 2023.

In his hand.
Oh, good girl, Maya.

Artie, we might need those
Dwayne Johnson muscles over here.

Me?

Aim for the fourth and fifth
intercostal space.

See, you do remember.

OK. When I say push,
give it all you've got.

Wait sorry what?
Push!

Fluid's draining.

You might want to move your joggers.

He's gonna be OK.

Oh.
Yeah.

Whoa. steady there, Mr Hero.

Just so everyone's clear,
I wasn't involved in any of this.

For pneumothorax you really
have to act on the spot.

Be decisive. Focused.

Luckily, the old basic training
kicks in.

Credit where credit's due, Heather.
I reckon you saved Chong's life.

Maybe I'm still good for something.

You weren't so bad yourself, Arthur,
except when you almost fainted.

Oh, Arthur's always been a fainter.

You should have seen him

the first time
he watched his own birthing video.

Gurg.

Mum.

It was an extreme close-up, like...

Oh, whatever.

And the old medical training
kicks in,

and people do what they have to do.

I mean, poor old Chong.

I guess he won't be able to stay
in the house by himself now,

he'll have to sell.

It's Liz.

Something like this shakes you up.

Makes you think about
what really matters,

and for me, that's you and the kids.

I'd love that too.

OK. See you soon. Love you too, baby.

She wants me to come over to talk.

I don't know why you worry
about anything, Robbie.

Name one thing
that hasn't worked out for you.

Could have gotten a better brother.

Jokes. Bye, Mum.

Later, all.

Oh, and if Liz calls in the next
hour, tell her I just left.

I have to talk to the paramedics

about their mouth to mouth
technique.

Are you serious?

Have you ever tried to bring
a marriage back to life?

Mmm.

Anyway, I've got to get
back to the restaurant.

Dad's gonna be losing it already.

He's older than he lets on.
You know how it is.

Sounds like he could use
a helping hand.

I'll take that, darl.

There you go, Maya.

Still got it, Maggie.

In your dreams, buddy.

Oh, broth might need
a bit more ginger, Tony.

Arthur, I promise, one more word
and it will be you in that pot.

Thanks for coming, everyone.

The jalapeno pineapple margaritas
are on me.

I just, ah, I wanted
to apologise to the two of you.

Maggie, I'm really sorry
I took your hotel money.

Oh, consider it forgotten.

She means that. Literally.

And, Artie, I'm really sorry
I mucked up your job interview

so you can't run away to Melbourne.

I was not running away.

It's fine. I forgive you.

Aww...

Thanks, Artie.

I'll drop by again soon. OK?

We'll be quiet. I promise.

No. You won't.
No. We won't.

Heather's
gonna be Chong's live-in carer.

She gets a roof over her head,
and he gets to stay at home.

Wow.

Robbie is gonna love that.

Make you a cup of tea, Mum?

That would be lovely
thank you, Arthur.

Hey.

By the way, I FaceTimed
the Yaunch offices this morning.

And I explained about Heather,

and I also got Maya to promise them

that our family definitely
doesn't hate Vietnamese people,

and they have offered me the job.

Which is not in Melbourne.

Oh.

So, I guess
that means you're gonna stay here

and mooch off me for a bit longer,
does it?

I guess that's what it means.

Plus I'm also
taking Maya out to dinner.

As friends but, there's that too.

You know I would be fine
here by myself

if you did move to Melbourne.

One thing Heather showed me was that
I could stand on my own two feet.

Oh, Mum.

That's great.

'Cause tomorrow
I am going to check out

some two-bedroom apartments
in Melbourne.

Sounds lovely.

Hey, why don't I make
the cup of tea, Arthur?

I think the gas
will still be on from earlier.

Now, where did I put those matches?

Very funny, Mum.

Muuuuuuum.

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