All language subtitles for Catastrophe s04e04.eng

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY)
- (METALLIC SCRAPING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(HE SLURS) Just gonna be a second.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Oh, come on. Sharon's gonna be back
in half an hour and I need a piss.

(HE LAUGHS)

Oh, shit... I can't get up.
(HE CHUCKLES)

Have you wiped your arse?

(HE SOBS)

My...

(HE WAILS)

(HE SNEEZES AND GAGS)

My...

(HE WAILS)

Agh! (HE PANTS)

Oh!

Oh!

- Oh! Oh!
- Why are you doing that noise?

Oh, thank Jesus Christ!

Oh, I dreamt I was drunk and
I couldn't get off the toilet.

- (HE SIGHS)
- Are you sure it was a dream?

- Sounds more like a memory.
- (HE SIGHS)

Uh, what time is it?

It's 3:15. You should go back to sleep.

Fergal gets in at some stupid hour.

Jesus.

What?

I just don't know if I can
deal with him right now.

And why are you having to
plan his birthday party?

Plus, adults shouldn't
have birthday parties.

You sound like a supervillain.

Good night.

Can I play with your tits a little bit?

Do you mind if I go back to sleep?

- No.
- Then go nuts.

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- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
- _

- Huh.
- What do you think?

Well, my concern with Maroon Thrive

is that their set list
includes both Shaggy and Enya,

which is impressive, but it's,
like, "Where's your passion?"

It's grand for a bar mitzvah,
but for a milestone birthday...

I say we keep looking.

I'm not asking what you
think of them, Fergal.

I'm showing you who I booked.

- They're not that bad, are they?
- No, they suck.

I think they'd be
perfect for your party.

Maybe you could get Mallandra to
play her castanets along with 'em,

you know, jazz 'em up a little bit.

Mallandra's not coming.

- Yeah, why isn't she?
- She didn't want to.

They threw a little ham
party for me in Spain anyway.

By the way, no ham at this party.

Oh, no, I thought we could
get pizzas delivered, at...

- what do you think? Like 9:00 PM?
- Yeah, well, it depends what time we cut the cake, right?

You know what? I would
cut it after musical chairs

but before the pi?ata.

Yeah, just because you're
unhappy with your life

doesn't mean I can't celebrate mine.

What did Captain Piss
Parade do for his 40th?

Oh, I can't remember what we...

Oh, yeah, weren't you
in Toronto for your 40th?

No, I wasn't. I was supposed
to be, but I changed the trip

to be here for my birthday.

But it is funny how,
through the mists of time,

you've latched onto the Toronto
myth to absolve yourself.

It was probably so
last-minute, we didn't have time

- to organise anything.
- I didn't need to go to the Ritz.

I mean, we could've gone anywhere.
We could have gone to fuckin'

- Five Guys.
- I love Five Guys.

- Let's get Five Guys instead.
- Unbelievable!

Also we need to get some
balloons. Maybe black balloons?

- Black balloons?
- I'm not turning seven.

You know the sort of
thing. Masculine balloons.

(SHE SCOFFS)
Fine. Who else are we askin'?

Oh, do you know Mum's coming
over for your birthday?

- Yeah, sure she is!
- What do you mean?

She's coming to see her new man.

(SHE LAUGHS)

What the fuck?!

And, you know, it's
not even Fergal's fault.

It's the fact that Sharon
not only tolerates him

but enjoys him that drives me insane.

Yeah. You said that at the meeting.

And, you know, I realise
this is the kind of time

when I would've drank, but I'm not
gonna give him that power, you know?

That'd be like giving a weasel a
machine gun. Which I would never do.

- (DAVE CHUCKLES)
- What's funny?

Oh, no, it's just your
biggest problem right now

is some asshole who lives in Spain.

I wish I could worry
about stuff that small.

Yeah and what would you
like me to get upset about?

Well, take your pick!

I mean, there is some bad
shit coming down the line.

I mean, we are not far away from
total societal collapse, my friend.

Did you know London's water supply
could be compromised like that?

Man, you need to get off
your basement computers.

This isn't paranoia!

I mean, there are two points of
entry... Croydon and Hampstead.

You hit both of those at the same time,

you can expect four million
casualties in under an hour.

- Four million?
- Mm-hm.

Aren't there, like, ten
million people in London?

- I mean, that's not that bad.
- Anyway...

picked up our New Zealand
passports this morning,

- so we gotta game plan.
- What? How'd you get those?

Dark web.

I mean, it started out, I
just wanted to see if I could.

Uh, I mean, they're not
a hundred percent legal,

like in court or whatever,

but for fathers who care
about their families,

New Zealand really
is the only way to go.

Want me to look into it for you?

The flight was lovely, and Stephen
was waiting for me in arrivals

with a home-made panini.

(STEPHEN LAUGHS)

- I... I have a panini press.
- Oh.

Who are you?

I mean, h... um, how'd you meet?

Well, Stephen was on
a shoot in Mullingar.

Stephen's a model,
if that's not obvious.

- You're a model?
- Well, technically.

It's all very new. I was
an accountant for 40 years.

Stephen was scouted in Gatwick Airport

on his way back from Ayia Napa.

(SHE LAUGHS)

Wow! That's... I... I
didn't know that... that...

people even... uh, I just thought
young models grew into old models.

You know, after a while you stop
doin' swimsuit stuff and you start...

advertising hot-water bottles.

(HE CHUCKLES)

No. I, uh... I do swimsuit work.

Rob was nearly a model once.

- Well, I wasn't, um... Some people say that I, um...
- He was.

- Does anyone want a drink? No.
- Yeah.

(DOOR BANGS)

- Hello!
- Oh, it's Fergal.

Hello, son! Mwah!

This is Stephen. Stephen,
this is my son, Fergal.

- Hi.
- Come here, you!

-

Did you see the way she
laughed at his jokes?

It was obscene. Who uses
their tongue to laugh?

What was that? Do you
think they're having sex?

I dunno. Maybe. She still
has her original hips, right?

Oh, God! I don't know
how I feel about that.

I mean, we barely have sex
anymore, and that's fine, but...

not if my mum's gonna
be doing it more than me.

Maybe this is a wake-up call. Shall
we start making more of an effort?

I don't know. (SIGHS)

I mean, here... here's how I feel
about sex with you these days.

On paper, it sounds amazing,

but if you were to initiate
it, like, tonight...

I'd just be angry.

- (SHE SIGHS)
- But I still have the fond feeling

when I look at you. Maybe that's enough.

Goddammit, it is enough!

(HE LAUGHS)

Your mum's boyfriend's a feckin' ride.

- Good for her!
- No, not good for her!

My dad died six months
ago. That's nothing.

There's stuff in my fridge
that's more than six months old.

How's it going, Rob?
Do you want a drink?

Ah, no, thanks. Um, I have alcoholism.

Even on your brother-in-law's birthday?

Yeah, even then!

That's why AA would never work for me.

It's, like, "Be reasonable."

I told Anna to get here
for 7:30. Is that OK?

I thought you and me could get
there early, blow up the balloons.

I can help with balloons.

In college I taught myself how
to tie them off with my tongue.

Also, I've no gag reflex.

That's... unrelated.

You all right, Ciaran?

Are we meeting the other
St Joseph lads in the pub?

No, no. I think it's just me.

Yeah, a lot of those lads
don't like Fergal, so...

they didn't really know
why you invited them.

Why don't they like him?

Oh, some fuckin' timeshare

bollocks at Montenegro
that he roped them into,

that went tits-up the
second their cheques cleared.

(HE SIGHS)

You look lovely, Fergal!

Do you have eyeliner on?

(SCOFFS) No!

Just a bit of lip gloss.

- Come on.
- Honey, um, I have sad news.

I have diarrhoea. And it's pretty bad,

so I don't think I can
make the party. Sorry.

Bullshit. You've diarrhoea?
I know when you've diarrhoea.

The house smells like a poultry
farm and you're all covered in sweat.

OK. I don't wanna
come to Fergal's party.

- What? You have to come!
- I don't have to come.

Look, just tell him I have
diarrhoea, and it hurts,

- and he won't care anyway.
- Yeah. He might not care,

but I'd really like you to be
there. Come on. It'll be fun.

Honey, look, my idea of fun isn't
pushin' Fergal home in a wheelbarrow

- cos you're too drunk to do it.
- OK, the Pope.

Well, you know what? The wheelbarrow
thing sounds like brilliant fun,

actually, so maybe we've
got a bigger problem here.

But it's good to know
that this is my future

as the wife of a dry drunk.

Used to be you'd just stand in
the corner scowling at parties.

Now you won't be there at all!

Yeah, well, I hope you have some
hand cream in your bag

- in caseyou gotta jerk off any...
- (DOOR SLAMS)

Uh, I...

uh, you know, that's just
a funny joke that we have.

Um, so, listen, uh, looks like
we won't need you tonight, Anna.

- So, I'm sorry...
- What? Sorry if I cancelled plans,

and I was gonna use the money to buy

my nephew Rocky a birthday present?

So what I'll do is, I'll
just go read upstairs,

and, um, it's great that you're here.

(BABBLE OF VOICES / LAUGHTER)

(THEY PLAY AND SING
INTRO TO "CHELSEA DAGGER")

Everybody!

- Hey! You having fun?
- No.

Maybe it wouldn't feel so pathetic

if you hadn't booked an
actual barn for my party.

Was the O2 Arena not available?

- I'm sorry. I expected more people.
- Oh, right! So it's my fault?

I mean, this is not an honest
representation of me as a people person.

- Do you wanna dance, Ciaran?
- Sure.

Yeah, let me drink... three more beers.

You're on! (SHE LAUGHS)

This is considerably more depressing
than your father's funeral.

Oh!

(BAND PLAYS AND SINGS
OUTRO TO "CHELSEA DAGGER")

- "An agonising wait for the sugar..."
- What?!

They don't have nearly
enough time to do spun sugar.

What, do they think
they're Rumpelstiltskins?

(SWITCHES TV OFF)
Why don't you go to the party?

- I don't like my brother-in-law.
- Do you like Sharon?

Yes, I like Sharon. Just not
enough to go to the party.

- How does that work, then?
- What do you mean?

Well, you don't like fun. Sharon does.

(HE SCOFFS) "Don't like fun"!

Ask Ricky Pratt if I like fun.

We went to karate camp
together, (LAUGHING) and we...

Yeah. We were animals! So it's...

(PHONE PINGS AND BUZZES)

(HE SIGHS)

- _
- (HE SIGHS)

(HE SIGHS)

I won't be late. (HE SIGHS)

(TV SHOW RESUMES)

(HE SIGHS) Oh, fucking Christ!

(BAND PLAYS FAST-PACED ROCK MUSIC)

(SONG: LOVE CATS BY THE CURE)

- How are you? You OK?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I mean...

I'm lonely in my own home, but
apart from that, everything's great.

- Chris looks happy.
- Everybody looks happy.

You don't.

Fran! Do you want another gin?

Can I get you... Oh, no.
You look like you had enough.

Uh, hello!

So, Douglas, how did you get into
the whole plastic-surgery game?

Did you go to med school
to become a real doctor,

and then think, "You know what?
Any arsehole can save a life."

"What I'd like to do is
give women weird, hard tits

- that start at their collarbones."
- It's not all tits.

Last year I reconstructed
an eight year old's face

who'd been attacked
by her neighbour's dog.

Oh, well, that... I mean,
that's different, that.

But I also did an eye lift yesterday

for a woman who had a
similar issue to yours.

I'm not currently taking new patients,

but I'd be happy to give you a referral.

I don't have an issue!

Do I?

- Where's Mark and Shane?
- Oh, they fucked off.

- Oh, why?
- I think they went bowling.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Hey, let's get some of that new drug,

you know, the one
that anaesthetists use.

The one that killed
those people in Glasgow?

- Yeah, that one.
- OK. I'll call my cousin.

(CLEARS HIS THROAT) What?

Can you still get hard on those?

- (HORNS BEEP)
-

(BELL DINGS TWICE)

Ma'am? Could you open the
doors? The stop's just... there.

(HORNS BEEP)

We're an inch from the stop. You
couldn't even use feet to measure it.

(HORNS BEEP)

Sir! Leave the doors alone, please!

Thank you.

(BAND PLAYS ROCK MUSIC)

(SONG: IT WASN'T ME BY SHAGGY)

Check out the artist
formerly known as Douglas.

(SHE LAUGHS)

- I didn't know you two were back together.
- Och, aye.

I'm only seeing him because of...

- Don't matter.
- No. What were you gonna say?

I messed up everything, didn't I?

I screwed everything up! Sorry.

- I've had a couple of drinks, so...
- No, but, no, no, it's good,

- because I wanted to...
- Can you ask him to come back?

- What?
- Jeffrey.

Can you tell him I'm sorry
and ask him to come back?

- Fran...
- You've got that...

lovely girl, and I've got...

nothing.

(SHE INHALES DEEPLY)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Goin' out with a male model.

Our mother. It's not even funny.

It's better than going out with a DJ.

- Como Te llamas? Should've known.
- Sofia.

Sofia, _ (HE CONTINUES IN SPANISH)

What if she's up for it?

- What are you gonna do then, you clown?
- Dunno.

Couldn't get any
Fentanyl, but I got these.

What are they?

They're blue.

- (SCOFFS) Sweet!
- Yeah?

- Yeah? Would ya? Come on.
- Take us down.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah! Agh!
- Come on, ya bollocks! Ow!

(BEEPS)

(HE GRUNTS)

- Mother of...! (GRUNTS)
- (BELL RINGS)

(HE WHEEZES)

Hey!

So, what's your angle?

- How do you mean?
- You know she's still grievin',

right? So anything she
tells you is just nonsense,

like a fever dream. There's
no way she's over my dad.

Well, it would be strange
if she were. I mean...

she's told me how hard
his death hit you all.

Sounds like he was a wonderful man.

Yeah, well, he was.

Nice to see you two chatting.
How are you gettin' on?

Yeah, great. He's great.

I think, you know, if you two hit pause,

and then picked it up
again in a couple of years

when you've had proper time
to grieve for Dad, then...

- I might even feel good about it...
- Nah, fuck off!

- this... him.
- Here, can I have a Babycham?

- Argh, you...!
- What the hell?!

- Argh!
- Argh!

What are you doing?!
Fergal! What the fuck?!

- (HE YELLS)
- (GIRL SCREAMS)

(BAND CONTINUES TO PLAY "TEENAGE KICKS")

-
Hey

Hey, guys!

We should maybe take a taxi.

- Why?
- So we can get home quick and fuck.

I'm ovulating.

(HE CHUCKLES) Oh, right! Let's, uh...

What do you say we go
somewhere and... have a chat?

Why am I even having to
deal with this anyway?

Stop talking at me like that! You're
always moaning about everything...

I'm not, you idiot... Hey, you came!

Hey! Did you bring any diarrhoea?

What the hell happened?
Does he have a pulse?

Relax, Nancy. He's
just taking a breather.

- Oh, back off, Fergal!
- What is your fucking problem?

- You!
- Why, you think you're better than me?

- Right now, yeah.
- Well, you're not.

You're like a fuckin' fun-vacuum.

You're like.. you're like
the Reverend Footloose.

Everyone, stop... stop
dancing! Stop having fun!

The Reverend fuckin' Rob Norris is here.

Jesus Christ. Your eyes are like a
hundred percent pupil. Are you high?

- It's my birthday!
- Oh, Fergal! Nobody gives a shit.

Six people showed up to celebrate,
and one of them's your mom.

- (WOMEN SCREAM)
- What the fuck?!

- Jesus, what are you doin'?!
- (ALL SHOUT AND SCREAM)

Just be careful!

You fuck!

- Get off him!
- (SIREN APPROACHES)

(PANDEMONIUM)

Fergal, what the fuck?! Get off him!

Um... who are we here for?

(PHONE PINGS)

- Oh, come on!
- _

(HE SIGHS)

(BIRDS TWITTERS)

(SHE SIGHS)

What the fuck is going on with you?

- Are you having a mid-life crisis?
- I'm not having a mid-life...

(HE SIGHS)

My wife fucking hates me.

When I drive into work, I think
about pulling into oncoming traffic.

Well, yeah, maybe it is a crisis.
Not mid-life, though. Come on!

Jesus Christ! So, what are
you gonna do? Leave her,

- because you cannot continue like this.
- (HE SIGHS DEEPLY)

You are gonna get
yourself in serious trouble

being this much of an arsehole, Fergal.

You... you're gonna be in a
bar one night, mouthing off,

and some Spanish Vinnie Jones
is gonna smash your face in.

- I can't leave her.
- What?

I fuckin' made a promise to Dad. Okay?

I told him I'd work
it out with Mallandra.

Why would you promise him that?

It made him smile.

Fergal, he'd had a stroke.

He didn't have full control
of his facial muscles.

Oh! (HUSHED) Bugger!

- Oh, morning.
- Morning.

- Where's Ciaran?
- Um...

Oh, he slept in Frankie's
bunk bed last night, but...

he's got a concussion,
though, so I think

it's important that we let him sleep.

What? No. That is the
opposite of what you do.

I'll go check on him.

(SHE SIGHS)

Does anybody have a mint?

It doesn't matter.

I owe you probably 15 apologies.

Look, it's OK. I had a bit
of a revelation earlier.

I used the toilet after you
were in there this morning,

and the seat was warm,
and I got really angry.

But then I thought, "Why
do I care how it got warm?"

It's warm and it's cosy.
What I'm trying to say is,

you're my wife's brother, and...
I'm glad that you're leaving,

but I know that you'll be back
at some point, and that's fine.

Just out of curiosity, have
you ever hated anything

as much as you hate me?

'Cause, it seems a little excessive.

- Shar...
- Sorry. Can just... Sorry. Can I go?

Mum... I'm sorry about how I behaved.

You've just lost your husband.

You know, you should be able
to do whatever you wanna do

when your husband dies, including
fuck up. Which you're not.

So, I guess I'm trying to say
don't break up with Stephen

on my account.

- What were you gonna say?
- I was just going to say,

I left five Euros for
Frankie under his pillow.

Oh!

Be careful, OK?

That fit...

at that age, just seems a bit...

I'm just saying he could be gay...

you know? I mean, he's
such a good dancer.

I don't want you to get hurt.

Well, if he is gay,
he's under deep cover.

How long do you think you'd
wait to get together with someone

after I die?

Like, if I had to go
out and look for 'em,

it'd be, you know, a couple of years.

But if somebody came up to me and
was, like, "I'm fucking you now,"

then, I would wait, like,
you know... a day or two.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Yeah. If I die,

I would be fine with you
being with someone else,

you know? I'm dead. I don't care.

But if the slut you get together with

even suggests my kids call her "mum"...

I'll haunt her, and if
Muireann has her period,

you come to my grave and you tell me,

not your mail-order bride.
That's non-negotiable.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Hey, I'm sorry I never threw
you a party for your 40th.

- I didn't want a party for my 40th.
- Well, a picnic, then, or...

we could've gone to the beach.

Just makes me wanna
cry, thinking about it.

And I'm sorry about Fergal.

I know sometimes it seems like I
put my family first, but I love you,

and that's why I
married you, and not him.

- (HE CHUCKLES) And also because I'm fun.
- Huh?

Well, you still think
I'm fun, don't you?

I mean, know I said fun for me

isn't rolling you and Fergal
around in a wheelbarrow, but...

- you know, I'd give it a shot.
- (SHE LAUGHS)

You are plenty of great things.

- I don't need you to be fun.
- (MUSIC: CATASTROPHE THEME PLAYS)

Well, tough luck, because I am.

(SHE LAUGHS)

Get off! Stop!

(GLASS SPILLS AND BREAKS)

- Ow! Jesus!
- Oh! I'm sorry!

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