All language subtitles for Freudx - Play e01-665E01

(pleasant music)

(sirens wailing)
(eerie music)

- Do you ever think,

just a minute,

that's not the
right face for me.

(audience applauds)

(pleasant music)

- [Woman on TV] Let me show you.

- [Cartoon] One of
you must join me.

(gunfire rattling)

- [Nic] What?

- You're going to school,
Nic, and that's that!

Will you stop
doing that, please?

Will you sort her out, Mitchel?

- What?

- Will you tell your
beloved daughter

why she has to go to school.

- Well, okay.

Reasons that you
have to go to school.

I can think of lots of reasons

why she shouldn't,
if that's any help.

- No, it's no help at all.

- [Nic] Nice one, Dad.

- My face has gone like a
Christmas balloon in February.

- [Nic] Look, I'm top of
my class and she always--

- [Mandy] She?

- [Nic] Mother.

- Top of the class, Mom.

- [Mandy] What is
it with you, Nic?

Everything I say, she takes
the opposite point of view!

- She?

- Come on, gang.

Let's not get irritated.

It's Friday!

- I'm arranging a fantastic
party for you and her,

and she talks to me
like I'm asking her

to walk the plank or something.

- Could be a laugh, Nic.

Yeah, wouldn't it
be great, yeah,

if you could open your wardrobe

and choose what face you
were gonna wear that day?

- Nah.
(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Oh, hi how are you?

- The doctor's advised us
not to go on any holidays,

so Sidney's all
disappointed, you know?

- Of course I'm disappointed.

- I think it was the thought
of Tenby that was keeping him,

anyway, the doctor's
taken that away from us.

And I really don't think
he's in the right mood

for the party Sunday.

Tell Mitchel--
- Yeah, all right.

All right, yeah, I'll
pop round later on, yeah?

Yeah, all right.

See ya then, bye.

- Who was it?

- Oh, it was just your mom.

Right, will you make sure
she gets to school, Mitchel?

Will you make sure
he gets to work, Nic?

- Zap.

- Bloody hell, Tintin,
couldn't you sleep?

- [Tintin] I could.

Madam here couldn't.

- Sure have a fancy
contraption, eh?

- Range Rover, mate.

- Yeah, Range Rover
crossed with Reliant Robin.

Oh, I want some vino off of you.

Are you doing a booze
cruise tomorrow?

- I've got a supplier
coming in this afternoon.

What do you want, babe?

Other than me.

- I'm a bit desperate,
not a lot desperate.

(baby fussing)

Hello.

- Yeah that party, I'm coming.

- Yeah, look if
you can sort us out

200 mixed reds and white,

and a couple of dozen
bottles of champagne,

invitation could be
winging its way to you.

It's Nic and Mitchel's
birthday on Sunday.

Hello, sweetheart.

- Isn't she the mutt's nuts?

- Yeah, you sure
she's yours, Tintin?

- She's got my nose.

- Yeah, with all the money
you're earning off of me,

in a couple of years time,

you can get that fixed for her.

Hey darling?

- Last year's bonfire
do at the school,

you told me I had a
well chiseled nose.

- Yeah, I'd had too
much mulled wine.

- She was conceived that night.

- See ya.

(car chirps)

(train rattling)

- I remember one
birthday I got this,

I think it was called
a kaleidoscope.

- Can't stand it anymore.

You know that, don't you Dad?

- Don't start, or I shall dance.

* Big fish, little
fish, cardboard box *

- She won't listen to me!

- Look, she's all right.

Please, try it for me, mate.

Try to get on for me.

- Don't even like
anyone at my school.

I mean, they're all right.

All right to say hello to,

but I wouldn't say--

- Who would you want
to play with, then?

I'll call one over, excuse me?

Would you like that--
- Don't be icky, Dad.

- Icky, what's
icky, I'm not icky.

- Embarrassing!

Look, I'd prefer a kaleidoscope
rather than a party.

- It'll be good.

- It'll be hell.

Tell Mom it's gotta be canceled.

I mean, you don't want a party,

and I don't want a party,
so what's the point?

- For Mom.

(train rattling)

- Look, she's so
keen on the party,

why doesn't she have
one on her birthday?

(train rattling)

- Oi, no gobbin' out the window.

(gentle music)

Bernard.

- All right, Mitchel?

- Yeah, Bernard listen,

see mate I've just been
having a bit of a think.

Well, more of a rethink about,

I don't think Nic's on
board about any party.

- What the hell are you
prattling on about now?

- Well like, she's, you
know what she's like.

- Well what's it
got to do with her?

You're a grownup, tell her.

Or is it you, you tart?

You're worried you
might enjoy yourself.

I'm throwing you a magnificent
party at my palatial abode.

We're gonna have a laugh,
Mitchel, that is all.

Chill out a bit, park your ass.

- No, no, you're all
right, no it's fine.

(phone ringing)

With some people there,
I've gotta get back.

- Speak.

Hello, Mush.

I've got your old man wrapped
around me, as it goes.

It's your wife.

You crack on and invite
whoever you want.

We're gonna have
a do and a half.

(Bernard laughs)

Yeah, all right.

He's just going, yeah.

(Bernard laughs)

She loves you.

All right, see ya.

(train rattling)

- [Man] Sometimes
Chinese, sometimes curry.

- Mitch, Mitch you still trying
to sell maid delivery at 70?

- Am I?

- And tonight baby, I'm
tandoori king prawn, aloo gobi,

naan bread, and a nice
couple bottles of merlot.

- Yeah, seven lots of mine
at 70, do you want 'em?

- Sorted, seven
lots and a buyer.

- [Man] Sometimes I'm Zoey
Brooks and sometimes I'm Miley.

- [Man] Come on,
keep up Mitchel.

- I'm getting
backache carrying him.

- More than backache
carrying me, mate,

your hemorrhoids will pop.

Baz, I've just sold your
seven lots of mine at 70.

All right, cool.

And that's 72 now, the mine.

(people chattering)

(doorbell rings)

- [Mandy] Hello,
Sheila, you all right?

- He's on the bed, dozing.

Are you coming in?

- No, no, I'm not really.

I was just passing 'cause
I'm on my way to work.

Look, what I wanted to say was--

- Don't try and make us come
to the party, Mandy, please.

- Well Sheila, you've got
to come, he's your son!

- Did you tell him
we're not coming?

- Well, this morning
was a bit, you know.

Well no, I haven't actually
mentioned it to him yet.

I was hoping to persuade you.

- Look, he doesn't feel like,

because Tenby was canceled,

he doesn't feel
like going anywhere.

I'm sorry.

(people chattering)

- Mitchel, can I have
a word please, mate?

- Yeah, sure.

(people chattering)

Danny.

- Hiya Mitch, come on in yeah.

Shut the door, yeah.

- Oh, yeah.

All right then.

- Fucking hell, Mitch.

I suppose you know what
this is about, yeah?

- The birthday.

- Pardon?

- Is it me birthday?

- No, is it your birthday?

- [Mitchel] Yeah, Sunday.

- Happy birthday.

- Ah cheers, no I thought
maybe one of the lads

had told ya, you
know, said something.

- No.

Look, Mitch.

We'll look after you and
that, don't worry about that.

I like you and that, yeah?

But, I'm gonna
let you go, Mitch.

Let's be honest, you know what
I'm talking about, don't ya?

You're not any good.

Nice guy, wrong planet.

You're costing us
money, and the clients,

your clients, keep asking
me for someone else.

I.e., not you.

Is that all right, mate?

How do you feel?

- I feel I've been beaten up.

(Danny laughs)

I feel like you
have beaten me up.

(Danny sighs)

- Christ.

I was hoping you'd save
me all this, and retire.

(eerie music)

- [Mandy] It's a
computer software company

called Megasmash, right?

And they've asked me to
arrange this nice little,

you know, private,
intimate function.

So, I've hired the pleasure
cruiser for the day.

- Do you really and
truly enjoy work?

- [Mandy] Yes, I love it!

- Such a silly thing
to do, isn't it?

Organize other people's parties.

- [Mandy] Oh, oh and trading
cocoa futures isn't, I suppose.

- Oh that is, yeah.

Bloody hell.

That is.

It's just that
sometimes everything's--

- What?

What do you mean?

Bloody hell, Mitchel,
what are you doing?

- You know when you drink
a glass of water backwards

to cure hiccups?

- [Mandy] Yeah,
I've heard of that.

- Well I'm trying out a
way to get rid of migraine.

- Look, if you don't
like your work--

- You stand on your head,
more blood to your brain.

More oxygen, less migraine.

- [Mandy] Are you trying to
tell me you've got a headache?

- Why?

- Because I'm a woman, Mitchel.

I'm a woman with
womanly desires.

(Mandy giggles)

- Sometimes I just...

Christ.

I spent more than half of my
life getting on that train

and going to the same office.

- Yeah, we're just one
tiny little blippy blobby

in this whole big
blippy blobby thing.

Come on, you've got to
giggle, haven't you?

We used to laugh all the time.

- You still do.

- It's not much fun on my own.

I'm gonna get you laughing.

(Mitchel groaning)

Come on, Mitch.

- What?

- What?

- Look, I don't,

I don't just wanna have it
off to forget about things.

- Well what, what things?

What things are
you talking about?

I don't know what
you mean, exactly.

- I dunno.

I'm sorry.

(rock music)

- What are you doing, Dad?

- [Mitchel] I can't
get up anymore.

- You've gotta get
up, it's our birthday.

- [Mitchel] Ah!

- Happy birthday, Dad.

- Oh.

Happy birthday to
you, my old mate.

Nice little bow.

Here we go then.

- So from now on,

if you ever want a new
face, you've got one.

- Well, anything's
better than the old one.

Well open your presi.

- Mom's doing a special
birthday breakfast.

A mobile phone.

- So that you can call
me up after every lesson

and tell me what you've learned.

- They're banned at school.

Get up.

(Mitchel groans)

- I haven't got the wherewithal.

- [Nic] What's that mean?

- [Mitchel] I feel like
somebody's taken my budgaroos.

- [Nic] This party, it's getting

bigger and bigger, you know?

- You're 13.

If you was a boy, you'd be
having a big bar mitvah.

- [Nic] If I was a
boy, and Jewish, Dad.

- Oh yeah.

- Dad, you know what we were
talking about the other day?

You know, about me and
Mom, and schools and that?

I'd love to go to Kings Lake.

- Kings Lake?

Kings Lake that's,

that's a boarding
school, isn't it?

- You don't know what
it's like for me here.

- So you'd prefer to
go to boarding school

two miles up the road
than stay with me here?

- It's not that.

- Well what the hell is it then?

What are you talking about?

- All right, I won't go.

- What do you mean you won't go?

Have you?

- [Nic] I've got an
interview tomorrow.

- You've got, have you?

- Happy birthday, you two!

Special breakfast in bed treat.

Knees down, tray coming in.

Veggie special for my
beautiful teenage daughter,

and a lot of dead
pig for my old man.

(Mandy giggles)

- Dad?

- Tadah!

- Golf clubs.

- Yeah, Bernard's got you
a membership at the club.

I wasn't supposed
to say anything,

but it's a bit obvious really.

Come on, eat up!

- I can't go.

I look like death.

- What'd you say?
- Look at me.

- What?

- I look like death.

- Oh now, we'll just
go for an hour or so.

- Oh I smell like death.

- [Sheila] We'll
just show our faces.

- Can't we send them a photo?

(Sheila laughs)

- Don't know what
I'd do without you.

- You won't have to do
without me, will you?

(doorbell rings)

Well, here we go.

(doorbell rings)

We can't stay long, Mitchel.

- [Mitchel] All right, mate.

- [Sidney] Mom's done a cake.

- Have you, Mom?

- Oh I thought I'd
help out Mandy.

- We thought we'd
have it at Bernard's.

You know our friends
Bernard and Belinda?

They said we could
have it at their house.

- What?

- The party.
- Why?

- I just thought it would be--

- Oh it's not gonna be
all right now, is it?

- What?

- Your dad's been feeling

under the weather,
haven't you Dad?

- Have you, Dad?

- Has Mandy told you,
we've had to cancel Tenby.

- You'll be able to go
later, though, yeah?

Won't you, Dad?

You been back to the hospital?

- Oh stop bleeding on.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- [Sheila] So, they live near
you, do they, these people?

- [Mitchel] Not these people,
Mom, they're our friends.

- [Sheila] Well you
know what I mean.

- [Mitchel] They've
got a swimming pool.

- God.

- Should've brought
your trunks, Dad.

- I think those days have
long since gone, mate.

- Got a card from
Justin, which was nice.

Made it himself.

It can't be easy
for him, can it?

I mean, being stuck in prison.

It can't be--

- Enough, Mitchel.

- [Mitchel] What?

I think we should be
able to talk about him.

- Why, what do you want
to do, upset everyone?

- He's my brother.

- He's my son.

Think how I feel.

Still have our house
if it wasn't for him.

- I did get you that bungalow--

- That's yours.

We just live there.

(upbeat rock music)
(people chattering)

Are you sure, Mitchel?

- Excuse me, pal.

Do you mind if you
park somewhere else?

We're having a party, see.

- Yeah, it's my party.

- Yeah, if you could just put it

around the corner, much obliged.

Cheers, my friend.

(upbeat rock music)

- Hey, gang.

- Oh!
- Everybody happy?

- Hello, Sheila.
- Hi, darling.

- Hello, Sidney.

- Nice time, babe?

- Yes!

- [Mitchel] Mom's
made a little cake.

- Oh, have you Sheila?

- Where is it, Mom?

- Oh, I left it in the car.

Well, it's more of a
family thing, you know.

- I know some new people.

- Do you want a beer, Sidney?

- Yeah, I suppose I could.

- [Mandy] Yeah Mitch, do you
want to get your dad a beer?

- Yeah sure, where are they?

- [Mandy] There's a big barrel
around there with ice in it.

- All right, all right.

- [Mandy] Oh, here she comes.

- Ah, if it isn't my favorite
person on her birthday.

Here.

- Granddad.

- My father left it to me.

I wanted to give it to you.

- [Nic] Thanks, Granddad.

(people laughing)

- Ah, lovely thanks, cheers.

- [Bartender] Credit Suite?

- Pardon?

- Are you with Credit Suite?

- No, no.

- How do you know Bernard then?

- Oh, oh badminton, you know.

We used to live nearby, and
our wives play, you know.

- I know him from Deutsche Bank.

Before he moved
onto Credit Suite.

I'm with OSTSB now.

Everyone else here seems
to be Credit Suite.

(people chattering)

Still, he's had a good year.

Why not give your team a party?

- Yeah.

(people chattering)

- [Tintin] Last one, Mand.

- Oh thanks, Tintin.

Can I pay you later?

- Yeah, no sweat.

- You're hanging around, yeah?

- Yeah, I need pound
notes though, Mand.

- Yeah all right, I've
got the money upstairs.

What a terrible
black economy, eh?

- Round here, who gives a toss
if they get things cheaper?

I mean even the ones that vote
Labour and believe in taxes

ask me if I can do
anything with their cash.

- Yeah?

- You all right, Mitch?
- All right mate, yeah.

Where's Nic?

- She's out there with
her friends, she's fine.

Just relax.

- I'm relaxed.

I am relaxed.

What's everybody keep
telling me to relax for?

It's my party, isn't it?

I'm having the time of me life.

And now I'm about to be the
hostess with the mostest.

Just asked where
Nic was, that's all.

Tell me to relax.

Hi ladies, you
having a nice time?

- What's the point in sharing
your one and only life,

ending up just another
lost and lonely wife?

* You count up the years

* And they will be
filled with tears *

Yeah it will.
- Yeah!

- [Tintin] You've got an
infectious laugh, Mand.

- It's not half as infectious

as some of the things
you've probably got.

(both laughing)

Cheers!

(jazz music)

(people chattering)

- He did that to you?
- Sorry.

- Oh hello again.

- There you are.
- Tadah!

Some sort of nibbles.

- [Sidney] What are they?

- I dunno, something
hammy I think.

They've all got olive on it.

- [Sidney] No thanks, and
your mother won't like 'em.

- [Mitchel] Do
you want one, Mom?

- She won't like 'em.

- No thanks.

- Well have one if you want one.

- You trying to start
a fight over an olive?

- No.

- I think they're fishy,
and I wouldn't like it.

- Well how do you know
if you haven't tried one?

(people chattering)

Everyone having a nice time?

Go on, tuck in.

That's ham and tomato.

- Well, looks like Mitchel's
having a nice time.

- Yeah, told me
he was miserable.

- What about?

- Oh, I dunno.

Well, yeah me I suppose,

and I dunno, our life, whatever.

- Miserable?

- Yeah.

He won't touch me anymore.

- What, you mean?

- Yeah, you know.

Yeah.

- They're such funny
little creatures.

- Who are?

- Men.

Well, not funny, simple.

- What do you mean simple?

- When they're happy, they're
waving their dicks in the air,

and when they're miserable,

it's not just their
face that droops.

(both giggling)

- Well I like a man who
waves his dick in the air.

No, you know what I mean.

I mean, we're attracted to
people who are happy, aren't we?

'Cause men who are miseries.

(people chattering)

Come on, let's go an
get some more champagne.

(Mitchel grunts)

- What are you doing?

- Reading.

- I see that.

- Yeah.

- Well why aren't you
downstairs, having fun?

- Dunno.

- Look.

Are you serious?

Are you serious
about leaving me?

- Don't say it like that, Dad.

It's not like that.

- Well I don't understand,
what is it like?

- I wanna go somewhere
people don't think I'm odd.

- You're not odd.

- I am, Dad.

Around here, I am.

- Look, we're all different.

- But I don't
wanna be different.

I wanna be the same.

Wanna find people
the same as me.

- I'm the same as you.

- Exactly, and you're old.

- Oh, well I'm not exactly old.

- I need a fresh start.

- Yeah but...

But I can't, you
know, please I can't,

I can't do without you.

You're everything to me.

- Just wanna be average.

(pleasant piano music)

(people chattering)

- She's a bad fairy, like
a little Tinkerbell she is.

All the boys like a bad fairy.

(water splashing)

- It's like having
an extension done,

just underground, obviously.

- Plastic, is it?

- No, no, it's concrete.

And then they put a liner in it.

- [Sheila] That's the plastic
round the side, is it?

- No, no, it's not
plastic, it's a liner.

The heating's in there.

- The shed.

- The log cabin, yeah.

I tell you what, I'm from
the rock and roll generation.

I should be diving in there

fully clothed,
shouldn't I really?

- It feels plasticky.

- [Sidney] I don't
feel very well.

- [Bernard] That's
like a skin, Sidney.

Feel it, go on.

Feel it.
- Careful.

(Sidney retching)

- [Bernard] Oh God, Jesus!

(people screaming)

- [Sheila] He's
not been very well.

- That's sick!
- You all right, Granddad?

- Oh this is fucking
charming, this.

That's my filter
system, bollocksed.

- Shut up, he's not well!

- I want to go home.

- Here, there's a chair.

You're all right.

- Is that your hold
and folding, eh?

- It will be when I can find
my purse, ah there it is.

- Still, you could
be holding my folding

any day of the week.

(both laughing)

- You look in the mirror

and you see someone quite
attractive, don't you?

(both laughing)

There you go.

735 big ones.

- [Tintin] Or, 700
and a Spanish kiss.

- No!

What's a Spanish kiss?

- Well, it's like a French kiss,

only further south.

(both laughing)

- What, down there?

- [Tintin] Go on, then.

- You'd run a mile
if I actually did it.

- [Tintin] Won't run anywhere

if you had it in
your mouth, would I?

- I'm pissed.

- You wouldn't dare.

You housewives are all
the same, all bunny and--

(zipper zips)

Oh, yes.

That's good.

Ah, that's better than good.

Don't stop.

Where'd you learn to do that?

That's a little trick you didn't
pick up in any pubs I know.

Go on.

Ah yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh, go on.

That's it.

That's it, yeah.

Oh, yeah, that's good.

Good girl, go on.

Oh you're dirty, fuck.

- Excuse me.

Have you seen my parents?
- No, sweetheart.

(people chattering)

(Mandy moaning)

- Mom?
- Oh!

- [Nic] Dad!

- Should've let
you go first, babe.

Finish yourself
off in the toilet.

I won't say nothing.

(door creaks)

- Have you seen Dad?

- [Mandy] Oh, hi Nic.

I was just paying
Tintin for the wine.

- [Nic] Gram and
Granddad wanna go home.

- Oh really?

- Granddad doesn't
feel very well.

He's been sick in the pool.

- He's what?

Oh Christ.

I better go and see if, um.

I'll find Mitch.

(people chattering)

(gentle piano music)

- How is he?

- Yeah, he was doing poorly.

- You must see the consultant.

- Yeah.
- Tomorrow.

Sorry, Mom.

- What about?

- I don't know.

- You'd better get back to
your party, haven't you?

- Yeah, later.

I could make you a cup of tea.

- No, no I'd better
get to bed myself soon.

- How ill is he, Mom?

- He's dying.

- He's dying?

Is he?

- [Sheila] He doesn't
want anyone to know.

- Not me?

Not even me, Mom?

- He doesn't want
anyone to know.

- How long?

Tell me, Mom.

- It could be any day.

He's, he's got all those...

He wanted to see
Tenby one last time.

He wants it over
and done with, now.

He doesn't want, the doctors say

there's nothing
they can do for him.

- I can stay and look after him.

- He's asleep.

You go back to your party now,

and come and see us tomorrow.

- Will you tell him I love
him, Mom, when he wakes up?

Will you?

- No more stupidness
from now on.

- I can't help myself, Mom.

He's me brother.

- You've got to,
you're grown up.

- Can't I even mention
Justin anymore?

- No!

I've got to go to bed.

Go home now.

- Go away and leave
us alone, son.

We're tired to the bone.

(clock ticking)

(upbeat rock music)
(people shouting)

- Is that okay with Roy?

- Fuck Roy!

- Mitchel, consider him.

- Consider him what?

- He's been slamming
the scrap heap.

Now I'm only joshing.

He'll get another job.

I mean, maybe not in the
city, but then again,

I dunno if he was really
cut out for it, you know?

Despite 25 years of trying.

- [Belinda] He had told
ya, hadn't he Mandy?

That he'd been fired.

- No, yeah, of course he had.

We just thought we wouldn't
think about it, you know,

until after the party.

- Ah, good girl eh?

Just keep putting more
champ down that gullet.

(upbeat rock music)
(people chattering)

(muffled rock music)

(upbeat rock music)
(people chattering)

- Oh Mitch, Mitchel?

Let me know the word.

Mitchel!

(upbeat rock music)

(Mitchel grunting)

(Mitchel panting)

(people whispering)

(Belinda giggles)

(people whispering)

(engine revving)

(somber music)

(baby crying)

- Was it a good party?

- Nah, but you've gotta go.

Else I wouldn't get paid
for the plum, would I?

- Oh Tintin, what
did you eat there?

- Garlicky nibbly
crap, you know.

(glass tinkling)
(dog barking)

- Right.

A three wood for this, I think.

(glass tinkling)

- What's your game, you nutter?

- Don't you know?

Do you really not know?

It's your little bush, there.

I've had e-fuckin-nough of it!

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

- Oh yeah, how's that?

(Mitchel groaning)

Thought you were gonna
fucking kill me, you lard ass.

- What's going on, Tintin?
(baby crying)

- He's pissed up, babe.

Come on, do yourself a favor
and fuck off sharpish, yeah?

- You've been at it
again, haven't you?

(door slams)
(glass tinkles)

(sirens wailing)
(eerie music)

- Yes, mate?

- [Mitchel] That was my wall.

- That's my wall.

- I was born here.

- [Man] What do you mean?

- Well this was my house.

Me and my brother had that
room up there in the front.

- Are you, are your
parents the Greenfields?

- You've changed the door.

No, I'd sit on that
wall and wait for me dad

to come home on his bicycle.

But men don't go to work on
bicycles anymore, do they?

Well, some do I suppose,

but not like what they used to.

- What do you want?

- I wanted to see...

Sorry.

Well, I wanted to see,

look I didn't mean to
scare you or anything.

I just wanted to
sit on this wall

and see if I could see my
dad coming down the hill.

- [Man] You can sit on the wall.

- Well if he dies tonight,

maybe he'll come
down the hill and--

- You can sit on the wall.

- Is your father dying?

- They say that your life
flashes in front of you.

Maybe he'll come
down the hill and--

- [Man] Should I make
you a cup of tea?

- Oh please, please don't.

Don't be nice.

Don't be nice to me.

Sorry.

- Do you think Dad's
staying the night, then?

At Grandpa's?

Maybe he went back
to see where he was.

- Who knows, who cares?

Yeah, I suppose
he might do, yeah.

Did ya have a nice time?

- Yeah.
- Good.

- It was crap, actually.

- Sorry?

- You know.

- Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Oh.

(clock ticking)

- I can feel it.

I can feel it.

- Can you get it?

- Wiggle it loose.

- You gonna open it?

- What am I gonna
do with my life?

- Well you've got
your time capsule.

You better go.

- Where?

- [Man] Wherever you live.

- Hey.

An Easter egg.

This is my predictions
here, look.

Look.

They are.

Ah yeah, predictions
for the future.

I should be married
to Ingrid McCarthy.

We'll have six children,
and I shall be an inventor

who's very rich and famous.

I will live at 42 Kitchen Road.

My brother will live
at 46 Kitchen Road,

and our parents in between.

- What's that?

- Eh?

It's my Austin A40.

Oh look, a picture
there of my cat.

Guinness.

* More pleasures,
more pleasures *

* Who can deny us these

* Toddies, large measures

- What are you doing, Mitch?

* If you please

- What on earth have
you done to yourself?

* I love it, life is
a game of chance *

* I'll never

- Mitch, Mitch
are you gonna stay

serenading the street all night

or are you gonna come in?

* Dance

* If you don't mind having
to deal with faking *

* It's a fine life
- Mitchel, please.

Will you come in now?

* Fine life

I should have married
Ingrid McCarthy

and saved myself all
this fuckin' bother.

- [Mandy] Who?

- That's what it's all
about though, isn't it, huh?

Good drink, a giggle.

Bit of infidelity.

- Can you just, can
you just come in now?

- The odd sucky fucky!

- What do you mean, Mitch?

- [Mitchel] I saw you.

- What?

- I used to think
nothing else matters,

'cause I got my family.

But now, now you've
taken that away from me.

- Who has, Mitch will
you please come in?

- I saw you, you bitch!

I saw you.

I saw you.

I saw you.

- What?

- With Tintin.

- What are you talking about?

- Don't make me
think I'm going mad.

- You are going mad!

Mitchel!

What are you doing to me?

Please, get off me!

Please, off!

Mitchel!

- [Mitchel] I saw you.

- No, what are you doing?

- I saw you, you disgusting,
you dirty little pig!

You disgusting bitch!

- Please!

(Mandy sobbing)

- Look at me.

- You needed it, Mitchel.

- What have you made me become.

- [Nic] What's going on?

- [Mandy] Just get to bed, Nic.

- Dad?

- Never mind about Dad.

I'm telling you to get to bed!

- Watch your lips,
not too closely.

I'm sure my face doesn't
suit me anymore, you know?

- Nic, can you go upstairs?

Now, we're coming up
ourselves in a minute.

I'm so sorry, Mitch.

- Sorry that you
gobbled off Tintin,

or sorry that I caught
you gobbling off Tintin?

- Please, please
don't be horrible.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Do I offend you, hm?

- It was just a stupid...

I'm sorry, I'm so
sorry, Mitchel.

It's just a stupid,

it's just drunken, just silly,

I didn't mean to hurt you!

I'm sorry, it was just,

just a laugh.

- A laugh?

- No, I don't mean a laugh, I
don't mean a laugh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mitch, I'm so sorry.

I don't...

I never meant to do it.

Mitchel, I'm so sorry.

I never meant it to happen

I never meant it to happen.

I felt terrible,
I feel terrible!

- So it was a laugh, when
you were doing it to him.

So what was it when
he was doing it

to you, was that serious?

- I love you, Mitchel.
- You can't.

You can't love me.

How can you love someone
who's so dull, hm?

A dullard.

- [Mandy] Please,
Mitchel, please.

- You don't love me.

And the sad truth
is, a terrible thing,

I don't blame you.

(Mandy crying)

- Mitchel, Mitchel
where are you going?

Where are you going, Mitchel?

What are you doing, Mitchel?

Mitch!

Mitchel!

- We stumble on, so blinkered.

If we were to rip
those blinkers off,

we'd burn the world down.

- We've got a plan, and
we're sticking to it.

We always said we'd go together.

- I'm not gonna
send the red ants in

to defeat the black ants,

and then I'm gonna
teach you how to drive.

- The only way Mitchel
can sort himself out

is if we're not
here to burden him.

- Mom!
(Mitchel pounding on door)

Mom it's me, Mitchel!

Your son!

(eerie music)