All language subtitles for Breeders.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[gasps] Another.

-[throaty hiss]
-Ooh, ooh, ooh.

-Text me.
-Nope.

[whistling]

- I need a poo!
- I know, darling.

You said that 14 times already.

It's literally
all I can think about.

- Can we go there?
- No.

- Why not?
- Because it's a shop

selling designer luggage
and we have no money.

We never go anywhere
anyway, so.

Oi!
- Can I go inside?

It looks amazing.
- No, it's not amazing.

We need to get home.
Come here or I'll shoot you.

- That's murder.

- No, this right now,this is murder.

Come on, we need to get home
before Ava has an accident.

- I'm gonna poo my pantslike a big pig.

- Pigs don't wear pants.

- Is this where your dad
needs to go?

- No.Mum, mum, come back here.

Stop wandering off.We know where we're going.

I know where we're going.It's just up here.

- It's the foot department,
for one.

Foot-checking department.
Big old hospital, this.

- There's no foot-checking
department,

you're just having your ankle
looked at by the physio.

- My mum, you're gran.
- Yeah.

- Used to have
a chiropodist visit.

She was housebound,
so this foot fella

came to the house.
- Mm-hmm.

- And the priest
would be round to say mass.

- Oh, man.

- And the Corona lorry.
- Yeah.

- Fizzy drinks.

[phone rings]

Laundry van for sheets.

- [exhales]

[mutters] Fuck me.

- Hold it in, sweetheart.

- Quick, quick, I need to go!

Hurry up!
- Right.

There we go. Upstairs,
straight to the toilet.

[indistinct chatter]

- Jellyfish sting is a thing,

but pissing on a bee sting,

that's a whole new territory.

[laughter]
Hey, sweetheart.

Don't worry, these awful
bastards are on their way.

Guys, Ally.

Ally, these awful bastards.
all: Hiya.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Ava, up you go for a poo.

Shout down when you need
wiping.

Careful on the stairs.
- Okay!

- Well, fantastic meal, Mike.

- Happy you enjoyed it.
So, Lamb and Flag tonight.

I might need a little help
with the dirty business.

- No, no, we've got
you covered, mate.

Just no single malts.

- All right, agreed.Brandy it is.

[laughter]

On your way.

- See you soon.
- Oh, no, no, no,

I'll clear that up in a second.

- Were those the same men
that were eating lunch

here yesterday?
- Yeah, a couple of them.

It's nice to give
a meal to people.

They're always buying me
drinks down at the pub.

- Fucking hell, Michael, you'veused up all the food again.

Why didn't you just call me
when I was at the shops,

'cause I was literally
just at the shops.

- Yeah.
Well, I have a minor issue

with phone credit,

and with not actually
having a phone any more.

- Right. Now have you founda room yet or--?

- I'm getting there.

Believe me, I want to be out

of your hair every bit as much
as you want me to go.

- I don't want you to go,particularly, it's just--

- I need to hear about
the National Insurance thing,

find out what pension money
I can claim.

- Right.
- Once I know how much

I'm getting,
I'll move into whatever place

I can afford,
as God as my witness.

- Okay. I mean, you are welcometo stay here, obviously.

It's just at the same time,you aren't.

Does that make sense?
- [chuckles]

- We don't want youliving anywhere too shitty.

- I've finished my messy poo!
- You know what I mean.

- [laughing]
- Coming!

Oh, don't forget mum's
babysitting tonight,

so please
make yourself invisible.

- Mm-hmm.

[siren wailing]

- Do you want a tea
from the machine while we wait

for your dad to have
his doings seen to?

- Can we get a decent coffeefrom over the road?

The machine's stuffalways tastes a bit like--

- Piss.
- Yeah.

Hot piss, that burnsthe roof of your mouth.

I want some nice
fair-trade piss from the caff.

- Do they do tea?
- Yeah, of course they do.

- No, I mean do they do it
properly

with loose leaves
in a nice tea--

[horn honking, siren wailing]
- Mum!

- Oh!
- Fuck!

You just stepped in front
of an ambulance.

- Oh, I never!

You've broke my arm.
- I haven't.

- You've fractured me.
- No, I haven't.

I was saving her life.

It's fine, mate.
- Cor dear!

- You didn't see
the big ambulance?

- It don't half hurt.

- Well, I'm sorry about this.
Let me take this.

We're gonna have a sit down.

- What, in there?
- Probably in there,

yeah, in the hospital.
There you go.

Jesus Christ.

- I was with Paul,
just out the front there,

and he went for me.

- Grab her, she means,
to save her.

- He went for me arm,
and me stomach.

- No, don't say "went for."

I was stopping you
getting run over.

- If you could let your motherspeak, please, Mr. Worsley.

- What? I was--

With respect, I wasn't
stopping her from speaking.

- I just want to hear whathappened in Jackie's own words.

- Yeah, me too.
I'm trying to facilitate that

so we're all
on the same page here.

- I'm very clumsy, aren't I?
- Yes, you are,

but don't say that
like I've asked you to say--

don't look at me;
look at her.

- He hasn't ordered me
to say anything, Doctor.

I'm under no threat
of any more violence.

- "Any more vi--" Christ.
- I might ask you

to step into that cubical
down the call, Mrs. Worsley.

I'll have a colleague
give you a further examination

and see if there's
any other bruising.

- I hope you don't think
it's Paul's fault I got hurt.

- We just needto look you over,

give you a bit of an MOT.

- This is a kind son, really.

Although he did once smack me
in the face with a spade.

- Plastic one, not a--
don't say that, Mum.

Christ, it was tiny and plasticand for making sandcastles.

It was an accident,
I was three.

- You could have
had me eye out.

He used to love being all nude
on the beach

when he was a toddler.
- Christ.

- Running round
with his funny little prawn

out for all to see.
- Oh, man.

- My colleague will be
with you shortly.

- Thank you.

- Thanks. She really was about
to get run over.

- How's your son, Mr. Worsley?
- My s--Luke, you mean?

Yes, he's fine, thanks.How do you--

we've seen you before,right, with Luke?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- Quite a few times.

[baby crying]

[siren wailing]

- Doctor?

- Hi, our baby
fell off the sofa.

- Yeah, he's hit his head.

We left the room
for one second,

and he slipped off.
- We-we put

lots of cushions around him.

But--
- I'm sure he'll be fine.

Come with me.
- Thank you.

[Luke whimpering]

- Doctor!
He flew out the swing.

- I wasn't pushing him
hard at all.

- He's got quite weak arms,
for a man.

- What?
- Come this way.

[siren wailing]

[Luke whimpering]

- Hi, he put his Spiderman maskon backwards

and ran into the bin.

- [crying] Ow.

- Hold on, mate.
It's alright, darling.

Excuse me, mate.

- Broken child here, mate.

Thanks.
- [speaking foreign language]

- Ow.
- It's seems like

Luke's right shoulder
has been dislocated.

- We were swinging himby his arms.

In a fun way.

- Yeah, you know when you each
take a hand

and you lift them up

and you swing them.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, no.

- Right. Uh, well, Luke
is fine, thank you for asking.

Very well, in fact.Thriving.

- Quite the catalogue
of accidents.

- Oh, I wouldn't say catalogue.Pamphlet, maybe, a leaflet.

- Everyone else in
the family well?

- Yeah, my dad's here,currently.

He had a fall.

That was nothing to do with me.[chuckles]

Not that my mum's injuriesare to do with me.

I mean they are to do with me,

'cause I caused them,but for the right reason.

- Well, my colleague will checkout your mum's bruises

and see if any treatment
is needed.

[upbeat harmonica music]

♪

- Paul.
- Yeah, come in.

Thanks for doing this.
- You're welcome.

- Been trying to get a table
at this place for months.

Apparently they do things
with scallops

beyond human imagining.

- Hi, Mum.
There's not much food

but you can give
the kids spaghetti with butter

and Marmite or sardines
and Ryvita, sorry.

- Where is he?
- Who?

- Him. Your father.

I smell Green Irish Tweed
cologne and brown leather.

- I'm wearing aftershave,
it might be that.

- I just bleached the sink.
- He's here.

Why have you got
that big shit in your house?

- Michael isn't here.
- He is.

- Michael isn't here.
- See?

- He's at the pub
with his friends

and he won't be back
until very late.

- Right, I can't be in a house
that man is staying in. Sorry.

- Leah.
- Ugh!

- Twat.

[sighs]

- We'd be on the grilledsea bass by now

if it wasn't for Luke.

Do we need onions?

- We need everything.
We have no food.

Michael has fed the 5,000
and 3,000 of them had seconds.

- What,
so are we all having--

- Spaghetti with butter
and Marmite, yeah.

It's that or Shreddies
avec Thai red curry sauce.

- I'll order a fridge
full of food.

Tom and Jerry fridge full.
- [whispers] Yes.

- Big ham
and a shiny roast turkey

and a trifle and a cheese
with massive holes in it.

- Luke, Ava, dinner's ready!

- Coming!

- Oi, slow down,
careful on the stairs.

Michael was talking
about moving out today.

- Okay, good.

Do you want him gone?
- Hmm.

- Ava, what cheese do you
want from the shop?

- Monkey bum cheese.

- Right, and if they haven't
got that?

- She likes Red Leicester.

I don't know
if I want him gone.

Most of my life I've been
wanting him to come back.

Luke, dinner's ready!

- Luke, down here now,you little sod!

You're already in my bad books.

- Coming in a second!

- No, not
in a second, mate, now.

Quick smart or your dinner
goes in the bin, run!

Hurry!
Hurry, hurry!

- [panting, gasps]

[thudding]

- Ah! [wailing]
- Shit.

- Ah! Ow! Ow!

- [crying] Ow!
- All right.

- You're mad.
- No, Ally, I'm serious.

I'm deadly serious.
We can't take him to hospital.

- It hurts!

- We are taking Luketo hospital.

- No! The doctor made
it very clear.

They already suspect
that we are dodgy.

Now if we go in again
with another injury,

another accident--

- But it was an accident!
- Ow!

- Do you really think they'regonna take Luke into care?

- Yes, yes I do.

Or he'll have to live
with foster parents.

They'll probably be vegans.
- Oh, Paul.

- He hates chickpeas.
- Just calm down, calm down.

Right, what do you suggest
we do then?

- Look, if it is broken,

[exhales]
can we set the bone ourselves?

- Okay. How would we knowif it was broken

and now would we reset a bone?

- YouTube!
Everything's on YouTube.

It's how I fixed the toilet.

- We could end up permanentlydisabling our son!

- Yes I know,
but it's either that

or "Hello, King Herod,
back again?"

- Oh, Christ.

Shh.
- Ow.

[siren wails]

[whimpering]
- All right.

Come on then, mate.

- Come on, darling.
- Ow!

Ow. Ow.
- Okay. All right. All right.

- [speaking foreign language]
- It's okay, Luke.

We're gonna go inand get your foot mended, okay?

- Yes, yes, listen, mate.

You've got to tell them
that Mummy and Daddy

had nothing to do
with this, all right?

'Cause we wouldn't hurt you,
we love you, don't we?

But you were running
when you shouldn't have been.

- But you shouted at me to run,"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

- Okay,
well I'm sorry about that.

- So really it's your fault
I slipped.

- Listen, mate, if you'd comedown your fucking dinner when--

All right.
I'm sorry I shouted.

Don't tell the doctor
I shouted, okay?

- Just think about what
you're saying if they ask you

any questions, Luke.
- Mm-hmm.

- If I don't, will you shoot melike you said?

- Yeah.
- [sighs] Come on.

- It hurts!

- I know, sit back.

- Ow, ow.

Ow.
[whimpering]

- Dr. Dimitrescu?
- Ah.

What seems to be the problemwith this young man?

Running whenhe shouldn't have been?

[forced chuckling]

- So, a bad sprain.
- Yes.

A few days off from school.

- Yay!
- And RICE therapy.

Rest, ice, compression,
elevation.

Luke should be better soon.

- Well, that is a relief.

- Yes, that is.Thanks, Doctor.

- And I'm going to ask
that someone visit you.

Just to chat about child safetyin and around the house.

Just to see
if we can't make things

a little less dangerous
for Luke and Ava.

- S--I'm sorry, do you mean

the Social Services
are gonna visit?

- It is the local authority's
children services department

will be visiting, yes.

- We're gonna get a visitfrom Social Services?

Hmm.

Okay, well thanks, shall we--
come here, mate.

[keyboard clacking]

[pensive music]

♪

[siren wailing]

- I'm so ashamed.

We've got fucking
social workers coming, Paul.

- No, I know, I heard.

- They're coming around
to our house.

I mean that is serious,
serious shit.

We need to change
how we are with the kids.

- You mean I need to change.
- No. We need to change.

That's why I said "we"
and not "you."

- Yeah, but I'm the one
that shouts at them, aren't I?

I'm the rager.
I'm Hair Trigger Harry,

I'm the one who made Luke
run down the stairs.

[breathes deeply]

Ally, I'm--

I'm not an abuser, am I?

- Of course not.
- I mean I'd never hit them.

- Luke's just had a lot
of accidents.

- Well,
some psychologists would say

that nothing
is ever really an accident.

- I have never beaten you.

An adult shouldn't beata child, that's my motto.

- Not really sure you can claimthat as yours.

- I sometimes smacked you.

Back of the legs, fine.And your mam hit you.

Women are allowed to hit.But you were never beaten.

- Many thanks.

Though it is
a fine distinction.

- No, beating involves a shoe.
- Oh, it does?

Right, that's
the UN definition, is it?

- Well, a weapon of some kind.

Shoe, slipper, leather belt.

Ideally it's somethingyou can wear

so you always have itwith you.

You don't hit your two, do you?- No. Of course no.

Non-psychopaths don't hit
their children these days.

I mean I want
to sometimes, Jesus.

- Of course you do.

Humans have wallopedthe living shit out of our kids

since caveman-times.

Right up until Live Aid.

It's only in this lastgeneration it's all changed.

- Yeah, it was always
wrong, Dad.

You can't teach right
and wrong through violence.

- No?

- No, I mean
sometimes you can, I guess.

Maybe a swift wallop is better
than taking the iPad away

for a week or no chocolate
for a month or whatever.

It's quicker, but I couldn't
physically hurt my kids.

♪

[pensive music]

♪

- Do you think I'm
subconsciously hurting Luke?

- Oh, don't be daft.
- No, seriously.

Maybe I want to hit him
sometimes, like I was hit,

but I know I can't,
so I hurt him in other ways,

subconsciously via swings
or stairs,

or a dislocated shoulder.

- We both dislocated
Luke's shoulder.

- That's sweet of you to say.

- Look, we are, we're in shock.We just need to get some sleep.

- [exhales]

Do you reckon they'll go
through the bins?

See how much we drink?
- I don't know, Paul.

I really don't,
'cause I never been

in a fucking Ken Loach film
like this before.

- Ally.

♪

- Oh, it comes around again,
doesn't it?

- What's that, Carl?
- Bin day.

You think it can't be a week
since I last put

the recycling out,
but of course, it always is.

You can't fight time.

- Carl, can we ask a favor?
- Of course, I'll be quiet.

- No, no, it's not...
it's--can we put

put some of our bottles
in your recycling?

- Uh, of course.

Yeah, I've only got
an olive oil bottle,

a couple of Nutella jars.
Should be fine.

- Thanks a lot.
We've got some--

- People coming round.

Not to inspect us,
just to observe.

- Is it the Social Services?
- What?

- Why do you say that?
- Well it's just

sometimes you shout,
Paul, at Luke and Ava,

and people can hear,
neighbors,

and you swear sometimes,

and I know certain people have
thoughts about maybe calling--

- Are they talking about me?

About whether or not
I'm a good father?

Fuckers in this terrace,
are they bitching about me?

- Bitching's a strong word,
but probably the right one.

- I don't need strangers
to tell me I'm a bad father,

I've got myself andthe Social Services to do that.

- How's your fridge?
- How do you mean?

- Well, my sister had a visitwhen she was married

to a sociopathic narcissist,no comparison intended,

and she said they checkedthe fridge for food,

what your kidswill eat tonight,

what they'll eatin the morning.

- Well, it's empty, currently.

But we have got
another delivery coming,

fuck, right about now.

Hun, we can't let them see
how the fridge is now.

It looks like a fridge
you'd leave by the road.

Thank you, Carl.
- Good luck.

And if you need a character
witness, tell them to call

the Nokia,
number's in my newsletter.

- Okay.

[door shuts]

- [exhaling]

Hey. What's--what's this?
It was in the recycling.

- What's what?
- Hmm?

- Oh.
- Oh?

- You're not eligiblefor any state pension

because you didn't payyour stamp for long enough.

Were you gonna tell us?
- Sure, tonight.

I don't know how this got
in the recycling.

I must have just put it
in there by accident.

- Some psychologists say
there are no accidents.

- Then they're morons.

- So you have no money at all,

and no prospectof any money at all.

- I'll find a place.

Don't worry.
I'll take a job--

- Michael, you're 70, what are
you gonna do for a living?

Be the face of fucking L'Oréal?

- Now is not the time
to deal with this.

I am not having our kidstaken away and replaced by you.

That is not the plan.

- I understand.

I'll disappear before
the child catchers arrive.

- Fucking hell.
- Where's our shopping,

by the way?
- Yeah, I know. It's late.

Do you want me to go out
and get some stuff?

- No, there's no time,
and then we'll end up

with two lots of shopping...
[phone ringing]

and it'll look like
mad over-caterers

making our kids obese.

- Hello?
- Is that Mr. Worsley?

- Yes it is.
- Your shopping delivery.

- Oh right.
Supermarket delivery guy.

- Oh.
- It's nose to tail here.

There's an accident up ahead,
so I'm gonna be late.

Very sorry, sir.

- No, no, how late?
You can't be late.

- Oh, it seems like
a pretty major accident.

There's two air ambulances.

Looks like there's
definitely fatalities.

- Right, but I do need
my shopping.

Don't--don't judge me.

If I don't get my shopping
in the next two minutes,

my children
will be taken into care.

- If you don't get
your shopping in the next

two minutes your children
will be taken into care?

- Sounds unlikely,
I know, but yes.

Look, is there another of
your vans just a minute or so

from my house who can give me
someone else's shopping?

I don't care what the shopping
is as long as it's food

and not just tampons
and clingfilm.

- Y--you can't have
someone else's shopping,

Mr. Worsley.
[door buzzes]

- God, it's the Stasi.
They're early.

- Fuck you. When my kids
are being diddled in a shed

by some bearded nonce,
it'll be your fucking fault.

- Hi.
- Hello.

both: Hello.

- Do you--yeah.
- Please.

- Come in.

- Thank you very much.

- 3,000 a month.

Bills included.

Boiler's just been serviced.

- It is quite a challenging
house for young children.

- Uh, yes, no.

We bought it when we weren'tthinking about kids.

Yeah.Not that we didn't want them.

We did. We do.They mean everything to us.

- [chuckles] Yes.

- How old are the children?

- Four and seven.
- Stair gates seem brand new.

Ordinarily with older children
you don't expect that--

- We panicked.

They are new. Sorry.

We just--we put them in today.

We're scared.

We're scared.I'll be honest with you.

We're fucking terrified,excuse my language.

We think you're goingto take the kids away

'cause I'm a monster.

- Are you a monster?

- He's definitely not
a monster.

- I try hard not to bea monster.

I mean I love those kids.

I don't want them hurt.I don't hurt them.

But sometimes accidentsjust happen.

- Look at Princess Diana--
although they do,

sometimes think that--
- Ts-ts-ts.

I'm gonna save you the troubleof looking in the fridge.

It's a barren fridge.

Although we do actuallyhave a food truck coming.

I can show you the receipt,on my phone.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, see?

One substitution.
A different kind of ham.

- That's fine.

- This is obviously a home

where children are cared for.

The number of books,
the variety

of clothes,
bathroom toys.

It's clearly a very
child-centered household.

- Yes, it is, thank you.
Thank you.

So, have we passed?

- It's not a question
of passing.

- Right. No. Yeah.
But have we?

- Uh, we just need to tryand avoid any further accidents

as much as possible
in the future.

If we feel there's any neglect
of the children,

and that includes
preventable accidents,

we can
and will legally intervene.

- Understood.
- So we're sort of

on probation.

Well, it could be worse,
I suppose.

But obviously it could be
a lot, lot better too.

- Yeah.
[door buzzes]

Excuse me.

- Just a few details...

- Um--does it come--

- You just have--if you press,
lift, and then...

- Right. You know what?
I'll just--

Actually safer like that.
- Yeah.

- See you later.

Oh.

- Shall I bring
the bags in, sir?

- No, just hand them
over's fine.

Cheers. Sorry for swearing
at you earlier.

- Go fuck yourself,
you little shit.

- And we're goodwith the ham substitution,

by the way.

[upbeat music]

♪

I'm gonna miss you so much,

but we can speak on the computerso you'll see my face.

But we won't be able
to touch you.

Hey, look.
You'll still have me.

-Just you?-Yes. Just-- Your father. Hi.

Whoa!

How bad is it
for the environment?

-Really bad.
-[groans]

-Mom, this car
doesn't fit all of us.
-I know.

Oof. Do we look alike?

-Are our gabilas the same?
-My God, Mom!

[snickers] Ooh!

-[howling]-I see what's on the other side.

[laughing]

Welcome to my midlife crisis!

-[shouting]
-[screaming]

What the hell
is going on out here?

Ta-da!

-Whoo-hoo!
-[splashes]

-[roars]
-You've got 20 seconds
to decide-- arms or legs?

Decide. Decide!

-[drill whirring]
-[screaming]

We're just getting started.
[grunting]

-[shrieks]
-[farting, grunts]

Ow.

WOMAN:
Cause precedes effect.

Effect leads to cause.

The future is fixed
in exactly the same way
as the past.