All language subtitles for The Delivery Man s01e03 Prisoner.eng

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- Can I see your pass, Matthew?
- Ian, it's me.

Very good.
Anyone can find out my name.

Well, you're currently
living in my flat.

You spilt orange juice
on a guitar this morning.

Lucky guess.

Besides which,
no-one actually needs a pass.

- They given you any training?
- Loads.

- What do you have to do?
- Sit in a little room,

watch CBBCTV.

- CCTV?
- Yeah, that's it, yeah.

Then one of us
goes for a little walk.

- Right. Where?
- Anywhere we like.

The Lake District, the Algarve?

- Round the hospital, on patrol.
- That doesn't sound too hard.

- As hard as what you do.
- Really?

- In fact, it's probably harder.
- Do you know what I do?

I won't split hairs,
but you say, "Push,"

- and I say, "Leave it."
- I say, "Leave it," sometimes.

I say, "Push," sometimes.

- I'm gonna get you some DVDs.
- Don't bother. I've got some.

- Can I see your pass, please?
- No.

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I'll have a go on that
after you.

Have a go? You know it's not
a fruit machine, don't you?

Hm. Thought I'd cracked it,
beaten the system.

- Oh, God, sorry!
- What?

No, I just...
I looked at your...

- My chest?
- What?

No! Your PIN.

- I'd never look at your chest.
- Oh, thanks, good to know.

- I'm sure it's interesting.
- Interesting? Wow!

- No, your hand. I saw the...
- So now you know my PIN number.

No, I think I probably
got it wrong. I made it 4679.

Now everyone in the queue
knows my PIN.

Thanks.

- So?
- Ah. Hi.

Having a cosy little chat there?

I'm not sure I'd call that cosy.

A shame, really. I was about to
ask her if she fancied...

Oh. Over your limit?

- Mm...
- Probably for the best.

Payday's not for
a couple of weeks, is it?

Is there any kind of system
of an advance of?

Oh, Matthew.

- No.
- OK.

Hey, is there any policy
on staff relationships?

I can't condone sexual
harassment in the workplace.

I'd love to say I could,
but I can't.

No, I just meant,
if we were to have

a little post-work drink
one night...

Oh... Oh!

Yes, please.

I'm free
at all of those times...

and, don't worry,
I'll bring my purse.

No...

Most men don't know

the difference between
a skirt and a dress.

A skirt and a dress?

All they need to know is
one goes up and one goes down.

- Hi.
- Matthew, what do you call it

when a woman is wearing
something from the waist down?

- Topless.
- (Giggles)

- I hate bullies.
- Who's bullying you?

Mr Edward. He always
makes out like I'm stupid.

- You are a bit stupid.
- If I'm so stupid,

how do I know
he just tripped me up?

Tripped you up?

Yeah, he kicked me dead hard
in the shin and pushed me over.

Don't want to make
a big thing of it, though!

- That's unbelievable.
- Hm...

Lisa, why has your patient
not got a proper name?

A bit foreign, is it?

A bit difficult to pronounce?

I can pronounce it, Pat.
It's zero-one-seven-five.

- A police officer's outside.
- Oh, that'll be for me.

Looking for Matthew.

- Inspector Levein.
- Do I need to call a lawyer?

We're signing over a prisoner
from Duckworth into your care.

Ah, prison number.

Prisoner 0175 is about to give
birth. She's past her due date.

Are we supposed to call her that
or does she have a name?

- Fraser. Agnes Fraser.
- OK, there you go. Lovely.

- Nicknamed the Man Stabber.
- OK. We'll stick with Agnes.

Lovely. She's been allocated
to Miss Lisa McGoohan,

but we've requested you
as an additional midwife

- due to your skill set.
- I'm very flattered.

Because Agnes has
some information we need.

And now I'm insulted.
I have a duty of care.

That would go against...
well, everything.

We're looking for
a large Manila envelope.

- Have you tried WH Smith?
- You'll understand why I ask.

You'll understand
why I have to say no.

- No, I won't.
- I knew you wouldn't.

- Thought I'd say that, anyway.
- Shame.

Nice pyjamas, by the way.

Hello, 0175.

I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you.

Oh, yes... (Nervous laugh)

- You have a birthing partner?
- Goldilocks.

And some guy who says
he's security intelligence.

Oh, sorry about that.

I've had a litre of the old
isotonic power drink.

Straight through me.

Ian, are you officially
assigned to this?

I'm hospital security.

Well, that's a big fat no, then.

Let's find you a room
and get you some pain relief.

Erm, I can open beer bottles
with these.

Yeah, so can I.

They're hands.

Oh, Luke,
if you've got a second,

- could you explain something?
- Yes.

The daddy cuddles the mummy

and makes a tiny baby
in her tummy.

- All clear?
- Very good. Thank you.

- Yes, it's about Tash.
- Oh, I see.

- Are you in love?
- Am I? No.

- Has she broken the hospital?
- No.

So it's neither hilarious
nor serious. Should I care?

I'm concerned with the way
she's being treated.

- Treated for what?
- Not for anything.

There's nothing wrong with her.

(Wheezing laugh)
Ha! Come, come!

Let me make this quite clear.

I don't think you should be
kicking midwives.

- Oh, you're no fun.
- Or indeed tripping them up.

- Spoilsport.
- So you're not denying it?

Of course I'm denying it,
you... twerp.

What, are you saying
that Tash just...

Makes things up? Yes.

And if you want to avoid
being sued for slander,

I suggest you check for evidence

before swooping in
on the man, hm?

There,
that's much more civilised.

Oh. OK.

It's all right. Quite used to
the chunky jewellery.

Right, so...

- Chh-chh-chh.
- (Relaxing music)

She's got a lot of chill-out
music on her playlist.

They use it to stop the riots.

Well, in that case, then...

- How did you do that?
- I'll tell you what...

if we ever end up
locked in a van together

because of some conspiracy,

and the van driver's
been killed,

and we're about to be pushed
off a bridge into a river,

then I will tell you.

Fair enough.

Oh, hello.
I know what you're doing.

You want me to go into labour
cos you think I'm gonna crack.

I tend not to use that word
at work.

They want some information
out of me,

and they reckon pretty boy here
is gonna wait till I'm in pain,

and I give him everything
they want.

- Pretty boy?
- Yeah. That's a bit -

what's the word? - Emasculating.

Well, you're wasting your time,
ladies!

Argh!

- She's OK with no cuffs, right?
- Yeah.

You never know, but I don't
think she's the type.

What's your type, then?

Do you always go for butchers?

(Chuckles)

Er... no. No.

Ryan is my first butcher.

Generally speaking, I mean.

Do you like tall or short or...

- Yeah, Ryan is tall, I suppose.
- He's tallish.

- 6'2".
- Is he?

- Mm.
- Doesn't look it.

I go for men who don't feel like
they've a point to prove.

And Ryan's like that?

Er, yeah, I don't know what
happened there. Little glitch.

- Is that your nickname for him?
- No.

What's your type, then?

- I don't know... dark.
- Sinister?

Brunette.

OK. And... um...

What shoe size?

I have no idea.
What was Cinderella?

- She was six-and-a-half.
- Oh.

- That's the same as me.
- Well...

- (Clanging)
- Down!

Sorry.

Biscuit tin.

- Oh!
- Wow. Sorry.

(Groaning)

Call it a draw.

- Aye-aye.
- Hey?

I said... aye-aye.

- Are you a sailor?
- No, miss.

Temporarily acting
as a security guard.

- So you're an actor?
- No. Police officer.

Just can't wear the uniform
at the moment.

- Undercover?
- Under... suspension.

- You're Matthew's mate.
- You got me. Bang!

Double tap to the head.

You'll know about our prisoner,
then?

Oh, I'm on it. I'm all over it.

(Whispers) Here's what I heard.

Matthew told Lisa, Lisa told
Caitlin and Caitlin told me

they want Matthew to get

some top-secret information
out of her.

I didn't hear a word of that,
I'm sorry.

(Whispers) The Inspector wants
some top-secret information.

They want to know
what she's done with

a large vanilla envelope.

Top-secret?

Sounds like a job for
hospital security intelligence.

Or the police.

Ahh!

The sooner I crack this case,
the sooner I get my badge back.

Well, you didn't hear this
from me.

- Yeah, I did.
- No, you didn't.

Not the first time,
but eventually I did.

- No, you didn't? You didn't.
- I don't want to argue,

- but I did!
- No, you didn't!

Oh, my God!

I felt I had to call you in here
for an appraisal.

OK. You do know we've left Lisa
alone with a... convict?

Oh, dear. Have we?

I mean, she seems nice, but...

- Nibble?
- No, thank you.

That's... (Clears throat)
Is that incense?

Um... no.

No, it's a desk stick.

(Sighs)

All right?

Oh, yes.

Erm, now,
I have to run this team

and it's my job
to stay on top of you...

on top of things... on top of
things related to you. OK?

- I get the picture.
- Now, stern face.

Erm... your first week
has had some ups and downs.

Mrs Cheung sent
a lovely thank-you card,

but her husband did mention
that you were a bit stary.

Like I said,
I've never known a Korean man

look quite so much
like Carlos the Jackal.

It was uncanny.

- Talking of uncanny...
- Mm...

...when you do think
we might go for that drink?

Right...

First week of May?

Yes. That's eight months away.

Yeah. Could I go? I'm a little
bit worried about Lisa.

Oh. No... Well, just wait.

Wait. Wait!

- Bombay mix?
- I'm not really a spicy...

...person.

I'll swap you
the pedicure voucher

for the luxury box
of finest Belgian chocolates.

If you've got champagne,
we can start talking.

No. (Gasps)

But I do have this bottle

of very fancy liqueur.

Balsamico? No chance.

Taste a bit vinegary?

- Edward.
- It's quite nice, actually.

Ah...

Tasha, I have just had
the great pleasure

of meeting your bodyguard.

- My what?
- Your champion, your defender,

your guardian angel,
your white knight.

- Where did you meet all them?
- In this very hospital.

Suffice to say, you will not go
running to tell tales in future.

Apart from the fact
that the tales were untrue,

nobody likes a canary.

I'd love a canary.

- A weasel.
- Yeah, I like them.

- A rat.
- Yeah.

A stoolie.

Don't like the sound of that.

No. Nobody likes a stoolie.

- She used to be in D Wing.
- Mm...

Changed her name...
from Gordon.

- (Phone bleeps)
- No way!

She was lovely.

(Sighs) Agnes, have you ever had
a really possessive boyfriend?

- Yeah, I have.
- What happened to him?

Oh.

Routine maternity ward sweep.

Ian, that's not even a thing.

Any guns or knives to declare?

- No.
- Good. That's good.

Agnes, if you feel anything
start to shift,

you give Pat a call, OK?

I'll be back in ten.

(Mutters)

Yeah, that all looks good.

Just over here a minute.

This might seem
highly irregular,

but I've been watching you
on CC telly.

I can tell by the way
you work the room you're a pro.

And this is from someone who
spent 15 years on the streets.

- You were homeless?
- Police force.

Don't like to talk about it.

Anyhow, my point is -
where's your backup?

I don't have backup.

What?

Let me get this right.

They leave a highly attractive
female prison officer...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

...alone with
a dangerous convict?

I need to go for a walk.

Whoa... Don't you stress
yourself out with this.

Have a biscuit. There you are.

- Let me handle this situation.
- Not allowed.

Come on, it's Cuban night
tonight at the club.

I'll buy you a mojito,
extra minty.

(Salsa music)

- OK.
- Oh, yes!

Ooh, salsa!

Right.
Time we had a little talk.

No? OK.
I thought that one would work.

Maybe we could try
the third one again.

Second time lucky.

- You OK there?
- Hi. Yes, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I've got some cash
somewhere. In my... In my past.

I'll get this, and I'll lend you
50 to get you through the week.

No, listen,
I can't take money from you.

Look, I don't want you
getting low blood sugar

and passing out
in some poor woman's popsie.

OK, well, if you're going to
put it like that.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

(Phone rings)

Midwives' room.

Oh, hi, Ryan. Er, I don't know.

Oh, yeah, I do. She went to
the cash machine again.

She said she were giving
somebody a bit...

About 500 quid, I think.

To one of the other midwives,
yeah.

I can't tell you his name.

Cos she said.

How do you know it's Matthew?

I mean, it isn't, Ryan.

Ryan!

- That was not good.
- What is going on?

He said he was going to
come down here and...

Well, it was... It was just...

It wasn't really words,
just noises.

Has Lisa paid Matthew ?500?

Yeah. Don't tell Ryan, though.

Unbelievable!

What's going on?

- She wanted a walk.
- What's with the handcuffs?

You can't take chances
with a psychopath.

So why is she handcuffed to one?

- Not him. The devil woman!
- Oh, Pat.

Agnes, are you a psychopath?

- No.
- There you go.

Don't go stretching it out,
missy.

Once you're done, it's
straight back to the slammer.

That's really not helping, Pat.
Let's get those cuffs off.

You'll have to
go through me first.

I could go through you,
if I wanted, Pat, believe me.

- Try it.
- I might. Don't push me.

Can you two stop flirting?
I just felt another twinge.

Sorry. 18 months with good
behaviour, you keep your baby.

I'm trying
to keep your nose clean.

Think of me as a big tissue.

No talking to my prisoner.

- She's not your prisoner.
- She's in my care.

Right, you... Tell me about
the vanilla monolope.

- What?
- God help us!

We won't be long.

Don't screw this up, Ian,

- for her or for us.
- Roger that.

That's right.

- Stay back.
- Only cos I want to.

- Have you seen Lisa?
- Yes, I have.

- Where is...
- Delivery room four.

Jesus...

Where?

Oh, Matt. Oh, Matt, mate!

- Oh, you look nice today.
- What have you done?

- Don't get intense, OK?
- What have you done?

- I can't find her.
- What?

- I knew you'd get intense.
- You've lost the Man Stabber?

- What did I just say?
- I've not lost her.

- Do you know where she is?
- No. She's missing, yeah.

But these types, they're slippy.
I didn't stand a chance.

Apart from the handcuffs
that you insisted on?

- Intense.
- You... (Groans)

We have to find her before
Levein knows she's missing.

- So much for good behaviour.
- They'll overlook it

- cos of her condition.
- Not hers, yours,

you galumphing numpty.

- What's happening?
- He lost her.

- What?
- I haven't lost her.

You know you said not to mention
the word "Matthew" to Ryan ever?

It might have slipped out
over the phone.

- It gets better by the minute!
- He was, like, growling.

You told her not to mention
my name to Ryan?

Did I? No, I don't think I did.

Could we all just focus on
finding the escaped lady?

Come on!

Yes.

OK, ladies,
I should make you aware

that we're in
the privileged position

of having a male midwife
on our team.

Obviously, anyone who has
any qualms about it,

perhaps it would be a good idea
if you met him first.

He should be through here,
room four.

Lisa! Oh!

I'm gonna kill her.
I'm gonna kill her.

Could I have a female midwife,
please?

- Me too.
- Yes.

It's OK. He's a butcher.

That didn't help.

There she is.

Agnes!

Freeze!

- Where have you been?
- I went to the toilet.

- You want a description?
- Slippy, see?

- I said I went to the toilet.
- I didn't hear you.

- You answered.
- Did I?

I asked for the keys
to the cuffs.

- Yeah...
- You asked why.

I said it was urgent.
I needed the toilet.

Oh. I thought you said
something else.

- What did you think she said?
- I don't know.

- That she needed to oil it.
- Great.

- I'm glad we cleared that up.
- There you are!

Anyway, panic over, everybody.
Nothing to see.

Lisa! Lisa!

Oh, I knew it. I knew it.

- Oh, God, Ryan...
- No, no, no.

- Get away from her, you ponce.
- Ryan, not here.

No, I've got this, babe.
I've got this.

Remember what happened with the
arcade manager. Wasn't worth it.

- Hello. Want to go for a talk?
- Don't say "talk".

Oh, he wants to talk?
Nah, he wants to have a talk.

I'm a man, yeah? Men don't talk.

- Don't do anything stupid.
- A bit late for that.

Oh, my days. Oh, my days.
You never learn, do you?

- I know she gave you a monkey.
- She...

Uh, no monkey, I swear.

- Leave it!
- Oh, yeah.

Oi, butcher! Word of advice.

What, go easy on him
cos he's a girl?

He may be a girl,

- but he's my girl.
- And mine.

- What?
- You never ever listen, do you?

That's how talking works.

When one person talks,
the other person listens.

Why is there a bloody body
in my bloody corridor?

A bloody body
with a bloody nose?

- I'm sorry. This is my fault.
- You did this?

- Well, no.
- But then who did do it?

Oh, no, me. I... I did it.

Sorry. I got carried away.

Right. Who would have thunk it?

You, sir, will face the music.

In the meantime,
can we get this man a medic?

I would help, but he's not got
any of the bits I'm good at.

Excuse...

Come on.

Wake up! Come on, wake up.

I need you conscious,
so I can dump you.

Ryan has been arrested

for wearing a butcher's apron
in a maternity ward.

I didn't know that was a law,
but there we are.

I hate to break it to you, but
he's no longer connected to me.

I've given the butcher the chop.

Really? Oh, no! He was our
primary source for chipola-tays.

I know. I don't care.

Ah. Is this because
you've had your head turned by

- one of the other team members?
- Who? Pat?

I'll say no more...

except more work and less

flibberty-jibberty,
eyelash-fluttery chitchat.

Uh... I reserve the right
to speak to who I want, Caitlin.

Oh, and I've been waiting
for three years to say this.

It's pronounced Cath-leen.

- What is?
- Your name.

- No, it's Caitlin.
- Cathleen.

- It's my name.
- It's my language.

Is that right... Ly-za?

Oh, OK. So that's
how you want to play it, is it?

Game on.

Oh, and it's pronounced
"chipolatas"...

...Cathleen.
- Liza.

Cathleen.

Liza.

Cathleen.

Liza.

Come on, then.

There you go, little fella.

- It's a beautiful baby.
- Aw!

- There you go.
- Aw! I might call him Matthew.

Really? That's so nice.

I'm joking, you soppy tart.

I turned my life around
in prison.

Met a nice bloke. Alan.

Prison shrink.
He'll stick by me.

I used to have a guinea pig
named Alan.

- Really?
- No. Ha!

So...

Hello.

Sorry I missed the moment.

Everything OK?

Oh, hello.

- Hey...
- (Chuckles)

Have you thought of
a number for him yet?

Did you dump that plonker?

Uh, I certainly did, Agnes.
Yeah.

Really? That's...
I'm very sorry to hear that.

What a... bad thing.

Go on, admit it.

They wanted you to find out
about an envelope, didn't they?

They did say something.

Cops always thought
it was drugs money.

- They never found the envelope.
- Stupid cops.

- Was it drug money?
- Maternity pants.

Present from a friend.
I took one look at them,

and they were so stupid,
I sealed it back up

- and threw it in the canal.
- Quite right.

Same canal I threw
that body in! (Laughs)

- (Cackles)
- (Nervous laugh)

Alan says humour's a good way
of dealing with the situation.

I guess Alan's not the one
in the canal, is he?

Yet! (Laughs)

(She continues laughing)

- Very nice.
- Oh, you noticed.

How could I not?

Do you mind
if I have a little play?

- Be my guest.
- OK.

Oh, yes! What a treat.

You've gone for the nickel.

Very nice.

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