All language subtitles for Breeders s02e02 No Fear.eng

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No, no, it's fine.

No.

No, I know, I know.
It's so horrible.

Paul, wake up, wake up.
Mum's been burgled.

- Oh... oh, fuck.
- Have you called the police?

They're on their way.
I'm going there now.

- Where?
- To Mum's.

- Why?
- 'Cause she's been burgled.

- Fuck, as well?
- No, you bellend.

She's the one
that's been burgled, not us.

Oh, thank Christ for that.

That's not what I meant.

Uh, hang on, do you want me
to come with you?

You know, as a man?

No, maybe stay here
as a father?

- [snaps]
- That's a good plan, isn't it?

Oh, and can you check
on Luke?

- 'Cause his light's on.
- Oh, is it?

He's probably staring
at that bloody screen.

- Okay, bye, love you, see you.
- Yeah, love you.

Shit.

[sighing]

[light dramatic music]

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Mum?

Leah: I'm in here.

They took my grandmother's
ring, Ally, the ruby.

Oh, it's okay, Mum, I'm here.

I didn't know what to do.

The police said, "Don't touch
anything till we arrive,"

so I've just been
standing here like a tit.

Oh, Mum, come on.

I think it's okay
to sit down now.

God, I feel all shaky.

Well, you're bound to,
it's horrible.

Let's get you a brandy.

- I've already had one.
- But I'll have another.

They took the necklace
you bought me,

- all of my jewelry.
- Aw...

Well, at least they didn't
completely trash the place.

Yes, you hear about them
defecating in the lounge

and masturbating into
your knicker drawer, don't you?

- Do you?
- Yes, semen everywhere.

That's what they gloss over
on "Crimewatch."

- Mm.
- How did they get in?

God knows,
because I definitely locked

all the windows and doors
when I went out,

before you accuse me
of having "dement-ee-ah."

- Sorry, having what?
- "Dement-ee-ah."

It's a hard T.
Everyone gets it wrong.

[doorbell rings]
[gasps] Oh!

- No, no, it's okay.
- Mum, it's okay.

It's just the police.
I'll get it.

Coming!

You're staying at our place
tonight, Mum, okay?

[indistinct conversation]

[grunts]

[sighs deeply]

You should be asleep, mate.
Come on, lights out.

And you need to
get off that thing.

- What thing?
- I'm not on it.

Bullshit, hand it over.

It's over there,
it's charging.

- Mm.
- I just can't get to sleep.

Most nights
I can't get to sleep.

Well, you're overstimulated.

Too much information,
too much blue light.

No wonder you can't shut down.

- I don't think it's that.
- No, it is that.

From now on, bedrooms are
a device-free zone, okay?

- Why are you up?
- [sighs]

Mum's gone to look
after Granny Leah,

- she's been burgled.
- Oh, God.

Oh, no, she's fine, I think.

Don't give Mum any other reason
to be worried, all right?

- Light off, please.
- Okay.

That's it... just lay still
and you'll drop off.

- You've always said that.
- Since I was little.

- [sighs]
- Well, one day it'll work.

[curtain rings clink]

Right, who needs more toast
and who needs tea?

- Toast, Leah?
- Of course not.

I haven't eaten breakfast
since the '90s.

You should eat something,
Granny.

Eating makes you fat,
darling.

Being fat is terrible.

- Don't listen, Ava.
- Granny is a lunatic.

Hey, are you all right, love?
You look shattered.

I am a bit; Do I still
have to go to school?

Yes. You're only feeling
like crap

because you were up half
the night on your screens.

Really wasn't.

Yeah,
because I took them away.

Let him have the day off
if he wants.

All their energy goes
into their balls at his age.

- Oh, my God.
- Come home with me, Luke.

Help me tidy up.

I wouldn't mind doing that,
actually.

No, and anyway you need
to be there tonight

- for your parents' evening.
- Oh, yeah.

Come on, mate,
off you bugger.

We'll see you later.

Ava, teeth, please.

- See you later, love.
- Bye.

- Down in five, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Is it like this
every morning?

- Like what?
- Chaotic.

Our house wasn't like this
in the mornings

when you were growing up.

Well, that's because I was
away at boarding school

and Michael was shagging
his way around New Zealand.

It was just you on your own
eating air for breakfast.

[cell phone chimes]

- Taxi's outside.
- What?

Are you going home already?

- Of course, I'm fine.
- I won't let the terrorists win.

- Were they terrorists?
- They terrorized me, Paul.

But sometimes you just
have to get on with things.

No point crying over
spilt milk, or semen.

There was no semen, Mum.

[lively music]

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- Hey.
- Hi, Ms. Stewart.

- Can take a seat there.
- How you doing?

Good.

- Luke loves his history.
- Always has.

Right.

Is... is there a problem?

Luke is currently
on a grade four.

Sorry, what's that
in old money?

- That would have been a C.
- A "C," right.

- So then he's passing.
- That's great.

Not really.

If Luke wants to be able

to choose history
as a GCSE option,

then he'd currently, ideally,
be on a grade five.

Mm, which is a B?

- No, it's still a C.
- Oh.

He'd need to be on
a grade five now,

- aiming for a six.
- And a six is a B?

It doesn't particularly help
to translate the grades

back to their older
equivalents.

It does a bit.

So the haiku version of this

is that Luke is falling behind?

Luke's focus has slipped
quite dramatically

over the last couple of months.

- Is that fair, Luke?
- Yes, Miss.

I've been revising, but it
just won't stay in my head.

He seems really tired
most of the time.

Falling asleep in class.

- Actually falling asleep?
- Luke?

I sometimes do, 'cause
I'm not sleeping at night.

We are much stricter
on bedtimes these days,

and we're limiting time
on screens

and social media,
all of that.

Right, it's just that
it's such a crucial time

- in terms of exam preparation.
- Of course, yeah.

And if Luke wants to be able
to study history for GCSE,

then something's
gonna have to change.

He needs to get his focus back.

[warm music]

- [laughs]
- Boom, boom, boom!

- Pew, pew!
- Pew, pew, pew!

[sighs] Wish we could
still run about with sticks.

We could if we wanted.

Yeah, but we'd be put away
in the madhouse.

You don't say madhouse
anymore.

You say mental home.
[both laugh]

But anyway,
they don't put you now.

They medicate you

and you just sit at home
watching "Loose Women."

- Sounds fucking great.
- I know, right?

- [laughs]
- Pew, pew!

It is good being a kid,
though, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- There he is!

- Hey!
- Hello, mate.

Yes, all right!
Do you got your shirt signed?

- Said all your goodbyes?
- Yes.

- Ready for the next stage?
- Yeah, bring it on!

- All right, good boy.
- Come on, then.

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You spelled "temperatures"
wrong.

- Oh.
- It's an A there, not an E.

- Hi, love.
- Hiya.

- Hi, Grace.
- Hi.

- How was parents' evening?
- Oh, you know.

Well, it's lots of positives.

You staying
for your tea, Grace?

- Yes, please, if it's okay.
- Yeah, of course.

That's a nice computer.

Yeah, the school
got it for me.

- Wow, did they?
- Yeah, for her SATs.

I've been diagnosed with ADHD
and dyspraxia and anxiety,

so the school helps me out.

I get a computer
and extra time in exams.

- Right, great.
- It's very caring.

Okay,
for the second question,

it says give an example...

[breathes deeply]

[indistinct chatter]

Do you think we should...

What?

Well, do you think we should
get Luke some help?

- What sort of help?
- A... like, tutor?

They cost a bomb.

- No, mental help.
- Brain help.

- No, no, no, no.
- No.

He's just being 13.

- [sighs]
- Hmm.

- But he could, you know.
- What?

If we get him officially,
you know...

- Branded? Stigmatized?
- No.

No, I'm just thinking
that... it's like with Grace.

Extra exam time, a laptop.

She's already really smart,

so this could be
the golden ticket for her.

She's gonna
sail through school.

So you wanna get Luke labeled

so he can get extra exam time?

He is obviously having
some problems at the moment,

is he not?
So why not?

- Capitalize on it?
- No.

Yes.
Yes.

- Use his weakness as a strength.
- No.

- Like in sumo.
- No, no.

He's a teenager.
Thoughts, hormones, madness.

Let's just, you know,
hold fire for now.

Okay, we'll hold fire,

but let's not hand in our guns
just yet.

Right, but, you know,
we should

at least make sure
the safety catches are on.

Let's not be trigger happy...

How many more of these
have you got?

None.

Ally: Are you sure you don't
wanna stay at ours?

Or I can stay with you
for the night.

I just... I don't like you
being there on your own.

I've been here on my own
for over 20 years, I'm fine.

[screams]
Who is it?

I've got an air rifle!

Mum, what is happening?

It's all right, Granny,
it's me.

- [sighs]
- It's fine.

It's Luke.
It's not a terrorist.

Ally: What the hell is Luke
doing at your house?

He should be at school.

Leah: Well, I'll make him some

orange squash or something.

[sighs]

So the Riddler
is different to the Joker?

Yeah, of course.

Well, it all seems
remarkably lighthearted,

considering they're murderers.

- Jesus Christ!
- No, no.

- It's only a single.
- Medicinal.

He shocked me, and I shocked
him with my scream.

- What are you doing here?
- You should be at school.

It all got too much.

Too much?

Okay, Luke, just...
can you get in the car, please?

- Bye, Granny.
- Bye.

- You all right, Mum?
- I'm absolutely fine.

Waste not want not.
This is a decent cognac.

[sighs]

- God, I'm sorry about all this.
- Don't be.

It's good Luke
wants to come here.

He said it was nice and quiet.

Right, so you're implying
our house isn't?

- I am not criticizing you.
- Currently.

But it's just bound
to be quieter here

because it's only me.

Noise and bustle and chaos can
be tough for boys like Luke.

- Like him?
- Neurotics.

And I mean that in a kind way.

Alex: Hello?
Leah, it's just me.

Young man let me in.

Oh, hi, I'm Alex.
I live just across the way.

- This is my daughter, Ally.
- Hey, hi.

I'm delighted to meet you.

Thank you so much
for popping over.

Oh, it's my pleasure,
my pleasure.

Anything to help.

It must have been
an awful shock.

It was, I'm not really
anywhere near being over it.

Well, I have ten window locks
which will thwart

even the most determined
of burglars.

- Bless you.
- I'll make a start

in the front room, yeah?

I'll make some tea.

Wonderful.

[whistling]

"I'm not really anywhere
near b eing over it."

You said you
were absolutely fine.

I don't like you to worry.

Now stop arching your eyebrows

and go look after
that son of yours.

Call me anytime.

See you.

Alex: [whistling]

When you say it all got
too much, Luke,

what got too much?

- All of it.
- Right.

But, like, all of what?

- [sighs]
- All of the...

[sighs deeply]

I can't explain it.
I'm sorry.

- I'm really sorry, Mum.
- No, it's fine, it's fine.

Don't worry.
It's all right.

[melancholy music]

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Paul : None of this stuff was
in the baby manuals, was it?

This isn't "support the head"

or bath temperatures
or mixing formula.

Where's our fucking manual now?

If we get Luke diagnosed as,
whatever,

suffering from anxiety
or depression

or being on the spectrum...

You think he's
on the spectrum?

Well, I don't know,
I'm as ignorant as you are.

- None taken.
- [laughs softly]

If we get him labelled,
then isn't that saying,

"You've got limitations that
you can't do anything about,"

and then he might stop trying.

No, but we can't
just leave him

to tough it out on his own,
can we?

Like, send him into
a Young Offender's Institute.

I'm not saying that, Paul.

I'm not Cruella de Vil
or that woman from "Annie."

You are, a bit.

[blows raspberry]

[sighs]

Should we just give
the kids up for adoption

and go and live in Portugal?
[chuckles]

Done.

Fucking sardines for breakfast.
Yes, please.

I'll go check on him.

[light dramatic music]

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[door creaks]

- Here it is, mate.
- Ceremonial robes.

You excited for tomorrow?

You gotta be up early, yeah?

Out the door by 8:00.

I've got an alarm
set on my watch.

- Oh, good boy.
- [sighs]

You're allowed to feel
a bit nervous too.

- Are you a bit nervous?
- A little bit, maybe.

Yeah, you'll be great.

Some of the boys
have got beards.

Oh, those wispy
little things... nah.

My nana had a better beard
than most of them.

[laughs]

It'll go great tomorrow,
Luke, I promise you.

Don't worry about a thing,
okay?

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Come here.
Good night, mate.

- Good night, Daddy.
- Dad.

[door creaks]

- [knocks softly]
- Luke.

Sorry,
I'll turn the lights off.

It's fine.

Listen.

Do you wanna talk to me
about anything?

Like, what's going on with you
when you can't sleep?

No, it's fine.

It's not fine, though, is it?

You can tell me, mate.

It'll sound weird.

Not to me it won't,
I promise.

[sighs]

It's like I can't
turn my brain off.

It's like it's chattering but
I can't hear what it's saying.

Even when I do get to sleep,

waking up,
my heart is beating so fast

like I've been running
for miles,

and I can feel all the blood
swooshing in my ears,

trying to escape.

- Christ, mate.
- That's shit.

Waking up is so horrible
that I don't wanna go to sleep.

Waking up is like hell.

Sometimes I wish that...
[sighs]

What?

- Nothing.
- Am I going mental, Dad?

No.

You've got some problems,

but lots of people
feel like you do.

- I'm gonna fail everything.
- No, you're not.

No, you're not,
because we're gonna help you.

And right now we don't know
exactly what will help,

but I promise you we will
figure this out, okay?

[soft dramatic music]

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

Lights out.

Good night, mate.
I love you, Luke.

I love you too.

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He's still sleeping...

His school work's
all gone to shit,

and we can't help feeling
it's our fault.

- Well, it is.
- Well, thanks.

You know what I mean.

Parents are always to blame.
[chuckles]

You blamed us when
you failed your driving test.

- Did I?
- Yes.

- Why?
- Fuck alone knows.

Because it's good to have
somebody to blame

who isn't you.

"They fuck you up,
your mum and dad."

It's true, they do,

but you can also use them as an
excuse for your own failures.

I don't wanna nag Luke.

- Good.
- Nagging never works.

We didn't nag you,
and you turned out all right.

Did I, though?

I got stressed out
in my A-levels

and you had to get me
beta blockers.

Oh, yeah.

You got your knickers
in a right old twist.

- You fainted...
- Passed out.

In the English exam.

Very Jane Austen.
But you got through it.

Yeah, but with drugs.

I needed a crutch,
something that said,

"Please recognize
I have a problem."

We all need something
to take the edge off sometimes.

Very dehydrated here, Chris.

You're a good dad,
Ally's a good mum.

You'll sort this out.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yeah.

Right.

Right.

Is he okay?

All right, I'll be there soon.
Thanks.

That was his school.

They think Luke's
had a panic attack.

He's in medical.

They say he can stay there
for the afternoon.

- Where are you going?
- To a fucking roller disco,

where do you think?
I'm gonna pick up my son.

Okay,
but what will you do then?

I don't know.

You'll know
when you get there.

You're his old man.

Cheers, Dad.

[soft dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Right.
Go on in, soldier.

Time to go in.

- I don't want to go in, Dad.
- You've got to, mate.

So come on, hey.
Deep breath, yeah?

You got this.

[loud indistinct chatter,
laughter]

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Chuck the stick down, mate.

In you go.

Good boy, Luke.

[exhales deeply]

Do you want a mint?

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[device chimes]

That's us.

Because now
he's in the system.

- No, he's not in the system.
- I just took him to the GP.

Anyway, I thought we'd agreed
to him seeing a doctor.

When?

We did not agree
to that at all.

- [exhales sharply]
- Didn't we?

Well, we didn't agree
not to take him either.

- No, we didn't agree anything.
- That was the point.

We were gonna hold fire.
All that shit about the guns.

Yeah, but then Luke
hit a crisis, right?

So I thought the doctor
should see him in crisis.

It's what my gut told me.

Well, I wish your gut
had spoken to me first.

- Uh-huh.
- [sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]
Right.

So it's generalized...

- both: Anxiety disorder.
- Yeah.

There's medication
if we want him to take it.

Oh, fuck!

We can tell the school
if we want,

but we don't have to.

- Well, okay.
- So...

So it's as official
as we want to make it.

All right, then.

I was just trying
to do the right thing.

Actually, Luke did seem
a bit better this evening.

I think a weight
has been lifted.

You know,
now he knows it's a thing.

It's a recognizable thing.
He's not going mad.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

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How's your mum, by the way?

Ally: She's great.

Yeah, she's being
really strong.

- Good.
- Mm.

- It's really good news.
- Great.

[sighs]

We're actually making
some progress.

[sniffles]

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