All language subtitles for George and Mildred s04e02 Days of Beer and Rosie

Mildred! Home is the hunter.

Hello, Moby.

Your dad's back.

I'll give out 30 tickets a day.

31 if you count the Rolls Royce parked
on two metres.

Keep your voice down.

I've stuck a ticket on both ends.

It's never been done before.

Why? Well, Tristram's doing his
homework.

Well, he can't hear me next door.

He's in our kitchen.

Anne's taken the baby to the clinic.
I've booked his dad today.

Four miles.

He had to come rushing out to the
barber's with his hair all wet.

George, he's a friend.

Not any more. You should have heard his
language.

You are drunk with power.

Why don't you go and book Anne's pram?

Don't be silly, Mildred. I'm off duty
now.

Right, what's for dinner?

Ah, um, I want you to try something new.

Oh, my God.

Osso buco.

Who?

Knuckle of veal.

I'm not eating knuckles. You will be if
you don't try it.

Right, now, it'll be ready in half an
hour. Where are you going?

I'm off to the pub to numb me taste
buds.

Half an hour, or I'll be... Oh, hello,
love.

Oh, you having trouble?

I'm looking for the lowest common
denominator.

Oh, er... He's just gone to the pub,
dear.

Yeah, I booked 31 today.

That's been best yet.

Oh, yeah.

Look, do you cut up while you're in
there?

We don't want any violence.

There's no need for that attitude.

Ah, hello, son. Nice evening.

Are you talking to me?

Oh, don't be like that. That was this
afternoon when I was on duty.

I mean, no, it's this evening. We're all
mates together.

Mates? Well, I was only obeying the
orders, you know. That's what Goering

Oh, yeah?

I don't know him. Must be from another
district.

Evening. Half a special, please.

All right.

Is there a peacock crescent around here?

Yeah, it's first on the left.

George wrote that?

Yeah, that's right, you know.

Bald, runty fellow.

Is he?

Never buys a round.

Yeah, that's him over there.

The yellow peril.

And that is my opinion of you.

And what do you think of that?

Well, some people might be offended by
the phrase arrogant little twerp.

Well, I know you didn't mean it
unkindly.

How do I get through to him? Why don't
we all have a nice friendly drink, eh?

there's no hard feelings.

Mine's for Scott.

Excuse me.

Mr Roper.

Yeah, that's me.

George Roper. Used to live in Lascar
Street, hadn't he? Oh, yeah, that's

You're not from the HP company, are you?
No, no.

My card.

That's who I am.

Plumber? Plumber?

I don't think I know you, do I? No, no,
that's me job, not me name.

Can we sit down for a minute? Oh, yeah,
right.

I don't need any plumbing.

No, it's not about that.

Look, did you know a Rosie Albright back
in 1945 in Hackney?

Rosie Albright?

Oh, yeah, Rosie. Little fat girl, big
ooter on her. She was me mother.

Yeah, well, a ooter wasn't all that big.
A bit like yours, really.

Oh, so she got married then, did she?
No.

Well, there's no shame in it these days.
I mean, you being a bar... By the way,

how is Rosie?

She's dead.

Oh, good.

Eh? A couple of months ago.

Oh. Yeah, well, these things are often
meant for the best.

Good night, son.

Of course.

Quite a job tracking you down. You're
not moved around a lot. Oh, yeah, well,

had to, see.

On account of the HP.

Why have you been looking for me? Did
Rosie leave a will? No. Oh, but she did

leave this. I found it amongst her
things.

A diary?

Yeah, that's right.

You see, she'd never tell me who my
father was. Always change the subject

asked. The only thing she told me was it
happened on VE night.

Yeah, well, I ought to be going now. May
the 8th, 1945.

Would you like to read what she wrote?
No, no, no, no. It's very kind of you.

Went out with George Roper.

It finally happened.

Exclamation mark.

Now I am a woman. Two exclamation marks.

What are you implying, eh?

I think that's pretty obvious.

Dad?

Question seven.

Where does most of our coffee come from?

Well, most of mine comes from Tesco,
dear.

Oh, I don't suppose they mean that, do
they?

No, I think they mean which country.

Oh, yes.

Here. Wait a minute, I did know.

Uh... Uh... Brazil.

Brazil? Yeah.

That'll be Minea, dear.

No, I spelt Brazil wrong.

Oh, hello, love.

Hello, Mildred. Can you bring the pram
in? I missed it. Oh,

well, let's hope George doesn't see it.
Otherwise he'll have it towed away.

How's the homework coming on?

Slowly. Mrs. Riber's been helping me.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm afraid geometry's
not my strong subject.

Geography. Ah, that explains it.

Yeah, well, of course I remember being.
I mean, everybody does.

I don't.

No?

Oh, yeah, well, you weren't born...
Yeah,

well, I remember being with Rosie, but,
I mean, we... Well, we didn't do things.

I remember the whole evening very
clearly, up until the fourth pint.

It finally happened.

I wonder what it means.

Well, I don't know, do I? Perhaps I hold
her hand. And I was born nine months

later. You've got a very personal hand.

Now, look here, son.

When I say son, I mean, I've called
everybody son.

Hey, wait a minute, we weren't alone.

There was another couple with us, yeah.

Ernie, a mate of mine, and his what
name?

He's a girlfriend.

Yeah, I clearly remember them being with
us. Up to the fourth pint. Up to the

fourth pint.

She's ridiculous, ridiculous.

I mean, you don't even look like me.

Well, I mean, I've got the moustache and
you've got the... Oh, my God.

I don't want anything off you, you know.

What? I was just curious to see what my
dad looked like. Well, it's natural

enough, isn't it? Oh, yeah, yeah, of
course. Well, maybe see if I had any

brothers or sisters. Oh, no, no, no,
nothing like that. I mean, me and

wouldn't it?

Mildred?

So it's blackmail, is that it? Oh, God.

Maybe I was right, I shouldn't have
come. No, hang on, no, don't rush off

that. Oh, God.

Yeah, perhaps you'd better rush off.
Look, you need time to take it in. Now,

got me phone number if you want to give
me a ring? Oh, yeah, right.

Well, cheerio, Dad.

Oh, yeah, cheerio.

Now, look, George.

I did say half an hour. The dinner is
ruined. And I... Did he say dad?

Yeah, no, no, no.

It's ridiculous, George.

I mean, don't tell me you believe me.

Well, I did go out with her that night,
I remember.

Yes, I know, but you were father.

Oh, come on.

Well, it could happen, Mildred.

I mean, it must have been the drink. I
don't go in for that sort of thing when

I'm sober.

Oh, no.

Anyway, sir.

He was a nice -looking lad, wasn't he?
Red hair and that.

Oh, I really didn't see him, George.

You know, I didn't... Not properly.

Yeah, quite handsome, in fact. Oh, well,
that settles it. He's definitely not

yours. Go and wash your hands for
dinner.

Hey,

Miltry. Yeah?

You're, uh... You're jealous, aren't
you?

Don't be silly.

Well, just because you haven't got a son
doesn't mean that I can't have a son.

You are talking... yourself into
believing it. Well, stranger things have

happened. I mean, this young fellow,
what's his name? I mean, he might well

yeah, Bill. He might well be my boy
Bill.

George, if you had done anything, you'd
have remembered.

I mean, you know, the flags had been
out. A brass band, a parade.

Church bells would have been ringing.

They were.

That was me.

Yeah,

but even so, I mean, hey.

Ernie, and what's his name? His
girlfriend.

They were with us. Now, Ernie, I
remember.

Yeah, he was a bank clerk in Hackney.

Ernie, oh, what was his name?

My arse, the buco.

I know, he was English.

Groves. Yeah, Ernie Groves.

Come in.

Mr and Mrs Roper, sir.

Ah.

You come in, please.

Hello, Ernie. Hello.

Take a seat. Oh, thank you.

Oh, sorry, you've done very well for
yourself, Ernie.

Oh, er... Don't call me Ernie.

Ernest, if you must.

But better still, Mr Groves.

You see, I wouldn't like you to get
about amongst the staff that I have a

name. Oh.

Yeah, right, well, this is my Mrs
Milford. Oh, Charles.

How do you do? How do you do?

Well, quite a surprise when you
telephone.

It must be all of 30 years or more.

Still, always glad to welcome new
customers.

Oh, no, no, no, we're not customers. Oh.

No.

No. You see, why we've called is that,
well, George thinks he has a son, and I

don't.

Oh, yes.

Well, surely you would recall if you had
one, I mean. I haven't.

Well, that seems pretty conclusive.

Yeah, but I have, see? Well, I mean, I
may have. Look, Ernie, just one

Do you remember what happened on VE
night?

VE night?

Oh, yes, I do.

Oh, yes.

Oh,

my word.

Oh, that was a night. No, no, I don't
remember.

Oh,

come on, Ernie.

There was me, Rosie Albright, you and,
uh, what's your name?

Doris. Yeah, Doris, yeah, with skinny
legs, bit prim and proper. Face like

vinegar.

I wonder what happened to her.

It's my wife.

Oh, yeah, well, she's very nice.

Now, look, this Rosie Albright, now, her
son turned up. He claims that George is

his father.

Bill, his name is Bill.

Handsome lad. He does not remember what
happened that night.

No, he doesn't. He says he was drunk.

I mean, do you remember what happened
that night?

Well, I do remember one thing.

What? Excuse me.

He was drunk.

I remember we all went back to Rosie's
place and Doris and I, we had a cup of

tea and a Fig Newton.

Well, George and Rosie, they... I did
not see anything of an immoral nature.

You didn't? No. You both shut the
bedroom door behind me.

Well, you see, Doris, she didn't approve
of that sort of thing.

Still doesn't, as a matter of fact.

So we left.

George, what have you done?

Oh, one more thing.

As we left, I remember the church bells
started ringing.

Yeah, well, that seems pretty
conclusive, wouldn't you say?

Mm. Mildred?

George, I can't read a book with you
chattering.

Well, you can't read it upside down
anyway.

Something's upset you, isn't it?

Just a little, yes.

Is it because I wouldn't eat your Aussie
bucco?

You have a 33 -year -old son.

Oh, that.

I have nothing.

Yes, you have.

You've got your little dog. He liked
your Aussie booter.

It's what I've always wanted.

A child.

Yeah.

It's funny how life goes, isn't it? I've
always wanted a pair of roller skates.

And now it's too late.

Oh, yeah, it is. I haven't got the
balance anymore.

George, invite him round.

You know, I want to meet him properly.

Oh, yeah, right. I'll do that.

Not now.

Called him what?

An arrogant little twerp. It has a sort
of ring to it, don't you think?

That's not fair.

But it's true.

Yes, but it's not fair. He was only
doing his job. All right, he's a

professional arrogant little twerp.

Well, I think an apology is in order. I
agree, but he'll never give me one.

Good evening, sir.

Half a bitter and a bottle of sherry,
please.

In the same glass?

No, no, no.

No, the sherry's been taken home.

Best special occasion tonight.

Good evening.

We're neighbours, Geoffrey. I have to
get along with them as well.

All right, I withdraw the little. He's
medium -sized.

Just for my sake. I'm not asking you to
apologise. Just say you're sorry.

Well... Evening.

Special occasion tonight.

Mr Roper, I have something to say to
you.

I... I'm sorry you're an arrogant little
twerp.

Apology accepted.

Hey, I've got my son coming round for
dinner.

Oh, good.

Your son?

Oh, what have you bought?

Oh, a Montelado.

Oh, yes, they always make a very nice
sherry.

It's quite a lot, you know, him growing
up without me knowing.

Yes. 16 years child allowance for kick
-off.

Yes.

Well, speaking as his stepmother... You
what?

Oh, yeah, I suppose you are in a sort of
way.

Not your flesh and blood, of course.

No, George. No, not the same thing at
all.

Nothing to do with you, in fact.

Oh, sorry, you were saying?

No, nothing.

Now, Mildred, I don't want you letting
me down.

Say hello nicely and be pleasant.

Come in, this way.

That's right, down here.

Come and sit down and make yourself at
home.

This is my wife, Mrs Roper.

Hello. Hello.

I'm sure this must have been a bit of a
shock to you.

Me, I mean, turning up like I did. Well,
yes, in a way, you know. Oh, not so

much you being his son, but him being
your father.

Yeah, right.

Sherries? Yeah, I've got a nice amount
of lard and lard and lard over here.

Right, well, sit down, son.

Oh, son.

Son.

Well, now.

Tell me all about yourself.

What have you been up to?

Since when?

Since you were born.

There we are.

That's it.

Now then.

What have you been up to then?

Well, after I was born, I went to
school.

Thank you, Ted. Thanks, Ted.

Then I left school and became a plumber.

Fascinating.

What about yourself, then? Oh, we got
married about 25 years ago, you know.

um... Not a lot has happened since then.

No. You were never married?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, about a couple of years
ago. Jenny.

Oh, I've got a daughter -in -law, eh?
And we've got a little nipper, Amanda.

I'm a granddad.

It's a ghastly thought, Anne. A second
generation of ropers.

Well, not all children grow up like
their fathers. Oh, yes, they do.

Oh, no, they don't. Oh, he's a great
man.

His son will probably have another son
and so on and so on. The streets will be

thick with them sticking tickets on
people's cars.

You're quite handsome when you're
paranoid.

It must have been a bit of a shock,
though. I mean, imagine you're in a pub

a perfect stranger comes up to you and
says he's your son.

Excuse me, Dad.

Dad?

I just want to get a drink from the bar,
that's all.

Ah.

Ah, yeah.

Those were the good old days.

Oh, it's hot.

Of course, you wouldn't remember the
war.

No.

Very nice meal, Mrs Roper. Oh, thank
you.

Yeah, there used to be an air raid
shelter in Lasker Street.

Well, that's where I first met your
mother. Oh, really?

Well, not so much met. I saw her name
and phone number on the wall.

George, do you have a photograph of my
step -granddaughter?

Not on me, no.

I've been thinking about that. I'm not
so sure about Amanda.

I think Georgina would be a better name.

Anyway, let's get back to the war.

I've still got my ration book. That'll
interest you.

Well, actually, I ought to be going. I
always like to tuck her in last night.

Oh, well, I do hope we see you again.

Again?

Oh, yeah, yeah, bound to, bound to.

I'll say cheerio.

I've got a bit of shrapnel here, too,
somewhere.

Now is a very good time to leave before
he starts doing his impressions. You

know, thump, and Colonel Chinstrap. Oh?

Oh, never mind, love. Come on.

Here we are. Look, see?

Got nasty markings on it.

Worth a few marbles, that.

Oh, good. Hey, look. Tommy Hanley. Oh,
it's that man again.

It's that man again.

I don't mind if I do.

If it won't begin.

Did I do you now, sir?

Don't forget the door, sir. Don't forget
the door.

Oh, you've got to laugh, haven't you?

Well,

he won't be calling again, but that's
for sure. What?

He's gone.

Oh, cheerio, son.

Yeah, he was a nice lad, wasn't he? I
think he could have done without the

information that his mother used to be
known as Nosy Rosie.

Well, I thought it'd give him a little
laugh.

And all your war stories.

Never have so few been bored by so many.

Hey, look.

He's left his lighter.

Oh, don't leave it, Miltred. What?

Yeah, I'll take it round tomorrow.

Be a chance to see the nipper.

Yes?

I'd like to have a word with Bill
Albright, please.

Oh, I'm afraid he's out.

He should be back soon, ma 'am.

My name's Roper. George Roper.

I expect he's mentioned me.

Are you the man with the sewage backflow
problem?

Would you like

a cup of tea?

Oh, yeah, thank you.

Oh, baby, eh?

Yeah.

How about that, then?

Amanda. Oh, you're Amanda, yeah.

Oh, well, you sit down. I'll put the
kettle on. All right, thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, yeah.

It's nice, isn't it? Here, I've got
something else for you. Look.

There you are.

Isn't that nice, eh?

Here.

I'm your granddad.

Here,

listen. We can play together, can't we?

Kick the can, knock down ginger.

Here. I'll teach you to play darts.

Oh,

making friends, is she? She's good at
that.

Yes, come on, Maddie. There's a good
girl.

There we are.

It's time for her afternoon nap. Oh, I
see. All right, well, bye -bye then.

Bye -bye.

Oh, hello, son.

Oh, hello.

You've been working, have you? Well, not
exactly. I've just been up the

solicitors, tidying up my mum's papers
and that.

Oh, yeah, it's a sad business, that,
isn't it? Yeah.

The thing is, Mr Roper... Oh, come on.
Please, Dad.

No.

What do you mean?

Well, according to this document, my mum
was paid a tenner a week for the first

16 years of my life. Ten quid? Yeah, and
that seems likely it was paid by me

dad. No, I didn't pay that.

Oh, no, you didn't.

He did.

I deny it flatly and emphatically.

You can't prove it. And even if I did, I
didn't mean to... Oh, God, it's all

true.

Yeah, but I mean, well, you told me
that... I know, I know what I told you,

but... You were with Doris that evening.

Yes, well, she left.

I mean, you know what she's like, prim
and proper, face like vinegar.

I don't remember her leaving.

No, you were sleeping it off in the
meter cupboard.

So, you and Rosie?

Well, we decided there was only one
fitting manner in which to celebrate the

triumph of our gallant lads in Europe.

That makes you his father?

Yes. I would have married her, George,
but by the time I found out,

Doris was in the same condition.

I'm not his father.

And she was more acceptable to the bank.

Yeah, but why didn't you tell me when I
came round?

I panicked. I panicked. The board of
directors, George, they don't approve of

fornication at branch level.

Yeah, but even so.

Well, you know now, and you must be
quite relieved to know that it's... He's

yours. Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

This way, George.

I mean, what you've never had, you've
never missed.

Oh, I'm not bothered, really.

It doesn't worry me.

Well, it doesn't worry me.

Well, there's no reason why it should.
He wasn't your son. He wasn't yours,

either.

No.

It was quite nice, really, being a dad
for a day or two.

Yes.

Mildred? Yeah? I was reading a paper the
other day.

There's this woman in Russia who had a
baby at the age of 56.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Mildred? Yeah?

Do you fancy an early night?

Not now, George.

I've got a headache.