All language subtitles for Watching s02e07 Moving

It was boredom at first sight.

You could hardly call him right.

He is no one, Mr.

Right. But what do I see in him?

But then, I'm not the right deal. I'm
not gentle or

genteel. So the blessing should be what
does it.

That room of yours is a tip, an absolute
tip.

Does it ever cross your mind to put
something back in your wardrobe?

Obviously not.

Or even, just as a novelty, put a book
back on the shelf.

Heavens, no. We're far too busy to do
that.

True. Why, it's so long since I've seen
your carpet, I've forgotten what colour

it is.

It's red. Oh, thank you very much.

Live his own life, he says.

Privacy of his own room, he says.

There's no need for you to go in there.
Well, somebody has to tidy up sometime.

Otherwise you soon won't be able to find
a bed.

Why, just crossing to close your
curtains is like scaling the Orinoco.

The Orinoco's a river.

Oh.

Don't be flashing your CSE geography at
me, Malcolm Solway.

That room is a bin.

And I know you never go under the bed.

Well, I prefer to sleep on top.

Well, I've been under.

You know what I've done?

A balaclava.

Three slippers, all left feet.

Auntie Peggy's Christmas present, which
you haven't even unwrapped.

Aftershave. It's always aftershave.

And this.

It's not mine.

It's certainly not mine.

It's probably Brenda's. Probably?

How many other waifs have we let sleep
there?

What's more to the point, it's now more
than a month since that girl stayed,

which shows how often you tidy up.

And what sort of a girl is it that
leaves her frill thralls lying about,

she's a guest on respectable premises?

Doesn't even miss them, it seems. Have
you forgotten?

Aunty Peggy moved in on her in the
middle of the night, so she had to... I

have to explain.

I'm living my own life. I've told you
that. And if I can't do it here, I'll do

it somewhere else. That's what I'd like
the lot be, I wonder.

Whatever I choose.

And if I want to, I'll spend my evenings
lying under my bed wearing three left

slippers, a balaclava and a bra.

Excuse me, madam, just take a look.

Excuse me, madam, just take a look.

What do we say, to take a daily
newspaper?

No, never.

Erm, an evening paper?

No, no, one minute, Woody.

Frank, would you spare a moment?

Do it.

Do you take a daily newspaper?

A newspaper!

Or just on Sundays.

Eh?

I'll have to move.

She's just impossible.

Well, move then.

Yeah, I will.

You'll feel much better once you've cut
the strings.

I mean, I'm taking a week's leave from
Friday.

Back to Hemel Hempstead?

Where else would anyone want to go?

True.

The first few days, it'll be great.

Then it'll start with you and half
-looking Finn, you know.

You eating enough up there?

That ankle's got a bit grey.

Well, then I know it's time to ring you
to check the train times.

Yeah, you're right.

This morning I got, what's this bra
doing under your bed?

Have you been hiding something from me?

No.

I'd better be off.

What's the rush? I mean, we've got half
hour, haven't we?

Are you looking for someone?

Me? No.

In that case, I won't tell you. Susan's
sitting at the next table.

Susan? Where did you know? I think she
saw you first.

What's it to be then?

You going to come round here or shall we
come round there?

I think I prefer option three. You come
round here and I'll go round there.

Clever. I'll tell you what.

You come and join us and I'll get
coffees all round.

Wow. Not for me, thanks.

Just the two of you.

Does he never give up?

Not him.

He'll wear you down just like water
dripping on a stone.

Well, that's not your style.

Well, you know me.

But first, you don't succeed. Give in.

Oh, no.

I'll persevere.

Not like Terry.

A different sort of drip.

You said it.

No, I mean it. Oh, never mind.

How's your little girl, Brenda?

Brenda? She's fine. She's got a job.

Good heavens.

Just for a few days, standing in for a
friend.

Did you not see her as you came by,
corner of Paradise Street?

Can't say that I did.

Looking for customers.

I told her about the day.

She'd done it before.

No, but she says there's nothing to it.

The only difficulty seems to be getting
a representative cross -section.

That's very democratic of her.

Well, the firm stipulated.

The firm?

Yeah. She was telling me that the only
trouble she seems to be having is with

socio -economic group A stroke B.

She'd be better off on Dale Street.

Oh, right, businessmen. Yes, that's what
I said. But apparently you have to

stick to your own particular patch.

Of course. I believe things can get
quite nasty if you encroach on the

of another... another... Canvasser,
yeah.

Canvasser.

Sorry about the mess.

Yeah, it's a bit cramped for you, isn't
it?

I thought I was looking for something
bigger. I thought, would Brenda not wake

him? Quite.

You're carrying more than your fair
share.

Oh.

See what you mean.

Lovely.

To... A.

To what?

Pamela.

David. Let me take my card here.

And I'll put a record on.

You'll never get your head through that
little hole.

What are you doing here?

Mommy lunch hour.

What's your excuse?

I happen to have the afternoon off.

And you, Superman?

I've taken it. It's none of your
business.

Sorry, I can't stop asking questions.

Look, carry on. I'll stand in the corner
and take notes.

You'll have to do something.

Oh, great.

Has she shown you the one where she puts
on a brownie uniform and does original

things with an egg custard?

Oh, Pamela, don't be tight.

I'm looking for ABs.

You don't happen to have one lying
around here somewhere, do you?

ABs? You're talking about occupation
class.

Managerial stroke professionals.

Well, vice versa, I suppose, though.
It's none of my business.

What are you on about?

It's for my survey.

Oh, look, just lend us Clark Kent here
for ten minutes.

And then I'll go away and I promise I
won't come back till midnight or 8pm,

whichever happens first.

Midnight.

I'll make a change. You stay away till
midnight.

Midnight Friday.

Are they?

Well, nine minutes then.

Eight. Oh, right.

If it'll get rid of her. Oh, isn't he
sweet?

Right there.

Which, if any of the newspapers mark
828, do you purchase on a regular basis?

C.

Well, it depends.

Don't know.

And what do you consider the paper's A,
most reliable, and B, least reliable

features?

Oh, well, I'd need to think.

And you're buying the wrong paper.

What? It's just a joke. Some
interviewer. You're supposed to be

I am, compared to you.

She's a passionate one, isn't she,
David?

What? Well, didn't you know?

One glass of that stuff and she's
anybody's.

Two and she gives green shield stamps.

Listen. I think I might be able to do
something for you.

Something painful, I trust.

You do want a job, don't you? I mean,
something more permanent than this.

Of course I do. Why?

Well, I have a few connections. I'll see
what I can do.

That's very kind.

You don't deserve that anybody should
put themselves out for you. What do you

want me to do? Knuckle me four locks?
Just be grateful, that's all.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Yes, well, let's get back to this
questionnaire, shall we?

My favourite newspaper's most reliable
feature.

Well... Financial matters, I suppose.

Though lately it's not done very well at
estimating market trends.

Some blue chips have dropped right
through the bottom.

Ah, well, it sounds like you've been
using too much vinegar.

And have one yourself.

Salad?

£1 .75, please, Josh.

Yep. Thank you.

Cheers, lads.

There we are, then.

Right.

Well, er... Right.

Hey, did you know there's a nature
reserve out at Seaforth, beyond the

Amazing, eh?

I'm off, thirsty.

Thought of going up there.

Apparently they've got a couple of
permanent hides.

Dead of Ross's gull there back in
January.

Twitchers poured in from all over.

Twitchers, you know.

These mad keen types will travel
anywhere for a rare bird.

Like you.

Well, cheers.

Have a good day.

How did your, um... Did you meet your
target? Did you meet yours? And don't

I saw you.

Saw me?

Munching a carrot with super rabbits.

Oh, lunch with Susan. I was only with
her a couple of minutes.

Don't give me that. I saw you sitting
there all doe -eyed and droopy.

It was like a wet wedding for you on
Watership Down.

Yes, well, if you'd looked a bit
further, you'd have seen Terry coming

the coffee. When he came back, I left.

Terry? Yeah, he's stuck on a...

Gradually wearing her down.

Is he?

Well, don't expect me to feel sorry for
her, cos I won't.

They've gone out tonight.

Oh?

So, looks as if somebody owes somebody
an apology.

OK.

I accept.

How did it go?

I still need more managerial
professionals.

I thought you said it got to be all
handed in tomorrow morning. It has.

So where will you?

Here. Here?

Yeah, there's plenty.

He's a good manager.

He's been diluting the ale for so long,
he's managed to make us all pee total.

Oh, don't stop there. What about Cedric?

Good thinking.

Cedric's a professional, isn't he? A
professional slug.

But I think I'll start with, guess who?

Who? You.

Me? And for the purposes of this
exercise, Stoneway, you are a part -time

and full -time manager of the Meld While
You Wait massage parlour and second

-hand cycle exchange.

What's this, newspapers?

It's my first time, Your Honour.

Right, sir.

As a High Court judge, which is your
favourite newspaper for calling the

in?

Bigger flat.

I'll just keep this one and have smaller
people.

Don't start.

OK.

But it is a bit strange that it's only
these past few weeks it's suddenly got

small.

Hasn't got anything to do with Clark
Kent, has it?

David did happen to remark that things
were a bit cramped, and he's right.

Oh, that's rich, coming from someone
who's used to getting changed in a phone

bot.

David is doing all that he can to get
you a job, so don't be so bitchy.

Pardon? Why is he?

Well, I don't know.

No damned rude to him. I think one day
he'll just thump you.

He wouldn't dare.

He's probably heard about me
blackbelting Harry Carey. That's

It would be for him.

I suppose he realises that if you had a
job, we could afford a bigger, smarter

place.

And he'd prefer to be meeting you
somewhere better than this.

I suppose so. Fine. So it's self
-interest.

It's OK.

It fits, you see.

It's just I was a bit worried you was
going all true, what's it, and ruining

image.

So?

So?

Pamela, it is extremely not Christmas.

Oh, this?

For you.

Me? You dropped it in at the office,
asked me to give it you.

I think you're a cracker, Em.

Isn't that pathetic?

Yeah. You're not supposed to agree.

Well... Go on, then.

You OK?

Yeah, great.

Come here.

How far did it get?

Almost to the end, but it was really
boggy. It's better here.

What were you talking about?

I was just pointing out a gull I'd
spotted.

Oh, right.

Which one?

It's gone behind the bag now.

It was a rocket gull.

Oh.

A what?

Er, Brenda, I think it's time we moved
on.

OK.

Enjoy, you lot. Black collar, red legs.

You can't miss it.

Brenda? Oh, what's the rush?

Rush is gone, you're crazy.

Chances of seeing one of them round here
must be a million to one.

But a dead honest.

Black collar, red legs.

Just like me grandad.

I suppose so.

Everything all right?

It's just old Pamela.

She's on about moving.

But it's not her.

It's dodgy David talking, isn't it?

You don't want to move? No. But she says
fine.

She'll move anyway.

Couldn't you manage to do that on your
own?

It's not unless the job you get him is
churning on little hoods.

I bet you could sell my crackers.

Come on, it can't be as bad as all that.

You don't know half of it.

I used plastic money to buy presents
last Christmas.

And I'll still be paying it off in
pension.

Oh, I know, I'm stupid.

But you can't give cheapo presents to
people who buy you good ones.

Even the government knows that.

Well, things could turn out OK.

Could they?

Yeah, well, if Pamela did move out and
you wanted someone to, er... What?

Well, you know, if you were stuck for
someone to, you know... No, I don't

I don't want to say anything at the
moment.

You haven't said anything for me.

Nearly ready.

No hurry.

I overtook little and long on the way
over here.

Oh, little and long. Very good.

Before they arrived, there's something I
wanted to tell you. Well, two things,

actually. Good news?

Excellent news.

This afternoon, I finally cracked it.

Oh, we've achieved a superglue in the
cupboard.

No. I've tied up the deal with Den Haag
Industries that will net a cool... Well,

make quite a lot of money. Den Haag?
Yeah.

The Holland job.

So, I'll need to spend some time over
there.

Oh, when?

I'll be going Friday.

Oh. Oh, come on, Pamela.

It's only been for a couple of weeks.

And there's the other good news.

It's all fixed.

When I get back, you won't be so
cramped.

Great, you've got Brenda a job.

Quick, Mark, get in. That was a lousy
piece of parking. What do you mean?

What about a car?

Oh, was it a plane? No, it's Clark Kent.

What car?

A big posh blue one with a silver stripe
down each side. In fact, now, one

side's got two silver stripes.

Take no notice.

You should know her by now.

Anyway, it's only a little scratch.

It better not be.

All right, we'll lengthen it.

Just kidding.

Do you want to see?

Why I should ever put myself out for
people like you, I'll never know.

I know, she doesn't deserve a job.

Yes. Although I don't know why I bother.

Anyway, I've something to say, so if
you'll all take a seat.

Where to?

Now, do you think that you could cope
with a job in a shop?

Just about.

Yes, you probably could. Doesn't really
call for much upstairs.

On the ground floor, is it?

Upstairs, meaning up here.

Oh, I see.

The only problem is likely to be
accommodation.

Do you have any friends in London?

London?

Got you one in?

Yeah.

So, did you sleep on it?

Yep. And? You must think I'm a right
mug.

So, you're not going to take it, then?

Yeah, I am.

Are you going to be able to cope?

Don't you start.

I've worked in a shop before, you know.

When? Just after I left school. I did
five weeks with the Tesco checkout

Choir? Yeah, you know.

Teresa, how much is the raviolis?

Why did you leave? My voice broke.

Oh, I have to go, Mark. There's nothing
for me here.

Well, there's me.

It's hard enough.

I've got to pay my plastic off somehow.

You know, used properly, a credit card
can actually save you money because...

Sorry, it's easy for me to say, I
suppose.

I was going to cut it in half, but I
needed to buy my train ticket.

You're definitely going?

Definitely. Look, I'll buy your ticket,
then.

There's a goodbye... Well, there's an au
revoir present.

No, I'll manage.

Look, let me. I really want to.

Oh, OK.

Pleasure.

Seems a strange sort of present, though.

Not trying to get rid of me, are you?

What, so I can go into Super Rabbit? No.

No, she's spoken for, honest.

Terry? Yeah, finally worn her down.

That's amazing.

Does she know?

What, that it's Memel Amstead?

Well, yes, but she's very broad -minded.

When do you start?

Monday.

But I'll need the weekend to sort out
somewhere to stay.

Will you miss me?

Just a bit.

Yeah, I will.

I'll buy you a ticket, but it'll be a
return, OK?

OK.

And I'll be back for a weekend as soon
as I'm settled.

Is there anything in the paper?

What? Oh, yeah, just this.

Preliminary results of a survey
indicated that most people in Liverpool

Financial Times, starting at page three.

They found it most reliable for its
pools forecast and least reliable for

horoscope.

That was close.

Why does it say Glasgow?

What?

I never used to play childless trips
like that.

Well, I met you.

Yeah, well, try and grow up while I'm
away.

Well. Yeah?

Thanks.

Thanks for everything.

It's all right.

Give me a ring as soon as you can.

And don't forget that ticket's only
valid for a month.

OK. I'll come back in a weekend, as soon
as I can.

My mother's going on holiday in the
fortnight.

Where's she going?

Transylvania?

I'll miss you.

You'd better.

See you then.

Take care.

I will.

I'll send you some tulips.

Give my love to Hamel Hamstead.

Don't worry.

It's only a week.

I don't mind you now.

What?

Metaport Act.

Does he drown me in Chanel?

Is he vibrant?

Is he out? So what do I see in him?

Am I dazzled by his style?

Has he made my life worthwhile?

Does he melt me with his smile?

Don't make me laugh.