All language subtitles for Birds of a Feather s11e06 The Chief, The Cook, His Mum and Her Lodger

What'll I do when you are far

away and I am blue? What'll

I do when I...

elbow grease into it, Travis.

Is that banner ready yet?

Oh, I'm doing it right now. Right, let's
have a look.

Nearly there.

You had one job, Garth.

Oh, my God.

I could go and get another one. No, it's
too late now. She'll be home tomorrow.

Just take it down.

And get on with your ironing. Yeah, all
right.

Your mum's doing time for you. At least
she can expect when she comes home with

some freshly ironed clothes instead of
those filthy prison rags they made her

wear. I thought they wore their own
clothes.

I won't tell you again, Gar.

Well done, Travis.

Keep this up, you can get a job at
Downton Abbey.

What are these for?

They're sugar tongs.

Be careful with those. They're an
heirloom.

Your dad nicked them from a silversmith
in Kings Lynn.

But doesn't the sugar sort of fall out?

Lump sugar, Travis.

I bet Maggie Smith never has to put up
with this.

I can't believe Mum's back tomorrow.

This last month's felt like a year. When
she gets home, we are going to boil her

rotten, yeah?

I'm going to keep you to that.

Tracy! Oh, Mum.

Tracy, have you escaped?

Did you get time off for good behaviour?

I always knew I was coming out today.

I just told you it was tomorrow cos I
didn't want a big fuss at the prison

gates. Enough of that with your dad.

Thank God you're home, Mum.

It hasn't been the same with Aunty Shell
in charge.

Well, someone had to be in control, so I
rose to the occasion, didn't I, boys?

Yeah, you could say that.

Well, while you're rising to the
occasion, any chance of a cuppa?

Course. Travis Kettle.

Forget the tea.

I bought a magnum of vintage champagne
to celebrate.

Has your book started selling again?

Not really, but there's more than one
way a woman of the world can generate a

little extra income.

Don't even go there.

Garth, would you? Only if he was
desperate.

I'll get the champagne glasses.

Where are they, Mum? Top cupboard, left
-hand side.

No, top cupboard, right -hand side.

What? I've done a bit of reorganising.
Why?

Because the stuff you use the most
should be in the most convenient

It's all in the Bible.

You haven't thanked God while I've been
inside.

No.

No, this Bible.

Kitchen Commando by Jed Q.

Kowalski. All the secrets of a
professional kitchen in one handy

Bit like me, really.

Right.

To Tracy. To Tracy. To me. Welcome home.

And to me.

The new kitchen supervisor of Broad Park
Secondary. You got the kitchen

supervisor job? Why didn't you say?

I didn't want to count any chickens.

No, that'd be my job. We got through 37
last week.

You're working with show in the kitchen?

Why didn't you say?

She's on trial.

I can't get my head around all these
changes.

So, how was porridge, as they say?

They don't.

I don't want to talk about it. It's all
history.

I'm moving forward from now on. I'm
going to go out there, I'm going to get

myself a job and I'm going to earn a few
bob.

Because God knows we need it.

You could get a job in a school canteen.

There's always loads of vacancies.

We have a very high turnover for some
reason.

I'm setting my sights higher than that,
which is why I did a carpentry course.

What do you reckon?

without wishing to state the obvious.

Look, I know it's only got two legs, but
I didn't have time to finish the

course. Next time, I'll try and get a
longer sentence, eh?

That's a load of cobblers, Garthy.

Well, plum cobbler's their favourite
pudding.

We can't afford plums.

What about, um... Plum tomato cobbler?

It's not really the same thing, is it?

then you should have gone over budget on
buying luxury ingredients.

Eggs are not a luxury.

They are for these kids.

You're spoiling them for when they leave
here and have to exist on burgers and

benefits.

Conrad! I didn't know it was hot.

Don't you have hot food in Romania?

Not often.

That is why I came to Britain.

Clean them up, will you? Look, these
things happen in kitchens, Aunty Chow.

Mrs.

Theodoperloperdus.

Not in mine.

Excuse me, Mrs.

Theo... Theo Dupone. Look, I've told you
before, Cecily.

Just call me Mrs. T. What is it? They
sent a replacement for Bella.

Which one's Bella?

The one who had a nervous breakdown.

Oh, lightweight.

Right. Director to my executive office
suite.

I wonder what pathetic no -hoper I'm
going to have to whip into shape this

Hello, Shell.

Trace! That's a nice surprise.

I ain't really got time to talk. I've
got to interview some loser from the

centre.

That'll be me.

Are you kidding?

I thought you were going to set your
sights higher.

I was. I told him I was looking for
something in bespoke cabinet -making.

Did you show him his stool sample?

impressed. They said this is the only
job on offer. Take it or leave it. Well,

then I'm pleased to offer you the
position.

Come on, Trist.

It won't be that bad. You might like it.
Mrs.

T? I'm in conference.

They call you Mrs. T?

I can see why.

You think you're such a big man, don't
you, cowboy?

Well, I know what you've got in your
hand, and it doesn't scare Foxy.

Call that a pair?

Do you want to see a pair?

I'll show you a pair.

I don't mind you shouting at me, but I
never knew you were having a go at

Margarthy.

Look, it ain't personal, Trace.

Anyway, he should be used to it.

He did work experience for Golden
Ramsay.

Mum. Mum. What is it?

Look, I think I know how Dorian paid for
the champagne.

How? She's selling phone sets.

If you want to see what I've got, it's
going to cost you a lot more than that.

Travis, go to your room.

What are you doing, you troller? Tracy,
please. You're interrupting a sensitive

transaction. I bet it's sensitive, you
filthy animal.

She's playing poker, Trace. What? I was
just about to take those guys to the

thick end of two grand.

It'll be your fault if I can't pay my
rent this month. Now, get out. I think

on a roll here.

Hold on.

If you're on such a roll, then how comes
you can't afford to pay your bills?

Oh, you don't understand.

Oh, I do understand.

I was married to a compulsive gambler.

Yeah, well, I'm not compulsive. I can
stop at any time. What are you doing?

Buying some more poker chips.

Is that one of their new titanium cards?

I've never seen one of those.

Hardly surprising.

May I?

Older Trace.

Done it.

Come on,

old girl.

She's like a wild cat.

What are you doing?

What's it look like?

How dare you?

But it doesn't matter anyway, because
I've got online credit.

Not anymore.

Travis just froze your account.

What? How?

Told him he'd died.

I thought we were friends, Travis.

It's for your own good, dog.

Exactly. But we were saving you from
myself.

It's called tough love. Yeah, well, now
I'm 5 ,000 pounds out of pockets.

How much?

All right, 10 ,000.

Oh, my God. What am I going to do?

All right, just calm down, will you? All
right, let me think, let me think.

Right, now, I know this is crazy, but
just bear with me.

I think I know what you can do, Dore.
What?

Get her job!

Come on, Dore, you ain't helping.

Yeah, well, this is very difficult for
me.

I've never had to write a CV before.

If you're not even prepared to commit to
a date of birth... All right.

May the 7th, 19... 19... 1919.

Well, that makes you 95. You're wearing
well.

1958.

So you were seven when your daughter was
born.

Does it really matter, Travis?

How's your CV going? Oh, a work of
fiction.

Well, doesn't matter now. We found you
the perfect job in the fashion industry.

They're looking for someone who's chic,
intelligent, young.

Two out of three ain't bad.

We're eager.

Oh, actually, you've got some quite nice
things in here. Of course.

We have a very exclusive clientele.

Ladies who can't bear to wear the same
designer item twice.

Oh, quite.

Quite. Does anything catch your eye?

There was something in the window.

The Chanel handbag.

The Armani jerkin? No.

The job vacancy.

You'll need to speak to the owner.

Mrs. Fishman?

in the job?

Is she now?

Well, well, well.

Dorian Green.

How the mighty have fallen.

Elfin off Apollo 13.

What do you think it is?

I know what it isn't.

Clean.

It's still greasy, see?

That was your finger.

My hands are spotless.

Well, of course they are. You don't do
any bloody work.

Do you want Elfin safety down here? Just
wash it again.

Do you want a...

Engagement, eh?

That's a first written warning.

Cecily, what are you doing?

Scraping, Mrs T.

Scraping what?

That bin is for vegetable waste.

This bin is for meat waste. You're
mixing them up, woman.

But chef made meat and vegetable pie.

What am I supposed to do?

like your poncy food.

Organic meat in wholemeal pastry is not
exactly poncy. Around here, cutlery is

poncy.

So, a little less chatting and a bit
more chopping.

Don't you ever go at my Garthy. Everyone
can see he's overworked. Yeah, that's

right. If I had a sous chef to do the
prep...

According to this, I have exactly the
right amount of stuff.

Well, maybe your Jed Q.

Kowalski ain't afraid to get his hands
dirty.

I'll do your prepping for you, love.

Oh, would you, Mum? I did time for you.
This is chicken feed.

Excuse me?

I decide who does what in my kitchen.

Besides, you're not qualified to be a
sous chef.

You're a plonker.

What did you call me?

is a technical term for a washer -upper.

Actually, it's plongeur.

All right.

You're a... a plongeur.

And a rubbish one at that.

You can't talk to my mum like that.

Oh, yes, I can.

It's my kitchen and your chef and she's
a probationary plongeur on a warning.

And if you don't like... it, then you
know what you can do.

Yes, he can sue you.

What do you know? You're from Romania.

Where I was a human rights lawyer.

Sue her?

Eh? Yes.

You have certain inalienable rights
under the European Convention.

We could take this all the way.

I don't know if we've got time for all
that.

with about that girl. See?

shows off the slimmer silhouette, madam.

It's perfect.

I'll take it.

You've a real flair for this work,
haven't you, Dorian? Do you think so,

Melanie?

I'm so glad the fates have thrown us
back together again. It gives us a

to reboot our relationship, so to speak.

Why did we ever become such bad friends?

You really don't remember?

I've led a very full life since school.

So you admit it was school.

I have a vague recollection. It's feared
on my psyche.

The day we started at King Solomon
Grammar.

You were the only girl I knew from
primary school.

We were supposed to be bosom buddies.

We were.

Although you didn't actually have a
bosom.

Unlike me.

Then why did you humiliate me in front
of the whole class?

What? My father was not a wealthy man.
He couldn't afford the uniform, the

hockey sticks, the tennis racket. It's
coming back to me now.

So my mother bought me a slightly pre
-owned blazer.

That's right.

Then Daddy altered it, and it was a
perfect fit.

Except, except it buttoned up the wrong
way because it was a second -hand boys'

blazer.

And who drew attention to the fact?

Who tore it off my back and showed all
the other girls that the name tag said

Norman Quickster?

Dorian, what can I say? I was young.

I was insensitive.

Perhaps my breasts had gone to my head.

You can't imagine that I could do
something like that to you today.

I suppose not.

Everything all right here?

Yes, officer. We were just reminiscing
about our school days, weren't we,

Dorian?

Happiest days of your life.

We do have 300 hungry kids to feed.

And you know what they're like if they
don't get their E -numbers.

So this is what I'm prepared to do.

I am rescinding all written warnings.

So now you're just on verbal warnings.

Except you, Trace.

You were already on a second written
warning, so I can only reduce that to a

first written warning.

You're about as good at apologising as
Vladimir Putin.

What do you want me to say?

I'm not cut out to be a manager.

Exactly!

That's all we wanted to hear.

So you're going to come back to work? On
two conditions.

Number one, you hire another plonker.

Done. And number two, you bin that
stupid book.

Must I?

What now?

That's organic recycling.

You're supposed to put it in the paper
recycling.

First, it's a morning.

Come on, Una.

Everyone back.

As I always say, one woman's failed diet
is another woman's designer bargain.

I'm quite enjoying this.

So how come I didn't know that you were
in the second -hand schmutter game?

It's only been a year. I needed a hobby.

One can only take so many once -in -a
-lifetime holidays.

That is so witty.

Oh, my goodness, it nearly slipped my
mind.

While you were at lunch, someone brought
in the most fabulous Zeffirini blazer.

It would be perfect on you. Stephanie?

Yeah. It's a little big.

It's hardly been worn. And it can always
be taken in.

I don't think so. I don't do secondhand.
You did once.

And if my eyes don't deceive me, this is
a boys' blazer too.

Why is this so funny?

Because there was this impoverished girl
at my father's school, and she turned

up one day in a secondhand boys' blazer,
and it turned out it was his.

He was Norman Quistler.

A amusing coincidence.

That's coming out of your wages.

Work here.

I'd rather scrub floors.

Mmm.

Magnifique.

Everybody, everybody, I just wanted to
say how happy I am that we were able

to air our little differences and to
come to a compromise.

You conceded all our demands.

Which turned out very well, I'm sure
you'll agree.

Especially as I've been able to find
room in the budget for another plongeur.