All language subtitles for Aftertaste.S01E05.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

(bouncy electronic music)

(drum beating)

(fire crackling)

(people chattering)

- Hello friend.

Can we offer some
warm by our fire?

Or perhaps you need
some food or water?

- He's gonna kill
every single one of us.

- Wait a minute, I know you.

You are the famous
angry chef man.

(people laughing and murmuring)

(drum beating)
(hushed conversation)

(groans)

- Ah fuck, I need real booze.

You got anything else?

This tastes like it
could heal wounds.

- No, just mead.

And it actually does
have medicinal qualities.

Actually, medieval clerics--

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Can you just, just
give you some more.

- But Wood Duck doesn't
like us to be intoxicated

before the ceremony.

- (stammering) Just,
just give me some more.

(sighs)

(liquid pouring)

(slurping) (loudly swallowing)

(groaning)

Oh, those poor medieval sods.

They're stuck
drinking this piss.

And eating raw turnips.

Getting stabbed in the
back by their families

for their crowns.

(scoffs)

Nothing much has
changed that way.

Families still want
to chop off your head

and put it on a spike.

And for what, eh?

Just because you want
to cook good food,

the only thing you've
ever been any good at.

Filthy, betrayers.

(gong sounds)

- [Wood Duck] Brothers,

(groans)

sisters, and non-binary friends.

Welcome.

(fire crackles)

This mushroom

is the evolutionary key,

that catapulted us

from ignorant ape,

to intelligent human being.

It's magic unlock art,

technology, language.

Nature provide us

with answers.

If we are ready to listen.

(gong chimes)

(liquid pours)

Are you sure you are
ready for this, Mr. Chef?

- Yeah, don't be stingy Woodrow.

I'm twice the size
of that little twerp

that just had his go.

- Yes, Yes.

My name is Wood Duck.

And please don't
treat this lightly.

The magic provide
to us with answers,

but also can put very
difficult questions.

- Yeah well unless the question
is what's the square root

of 5,000 fuckwits, I
think I'll be all right.

- 70.71?

- Uh, 0678.

- What?

- The square root
of 5,000 fuckwits.

- We're mathematicians.

- Jesus wept.

(sighs)

Yeah.

(gulping and swallowing loudly)

- Wood Duck is here for you.

If you need him,
just say, Easton.

- Yeah.

(drums)
(tribal shouting, chanting)

(rapid drums, bells)
(shouting)

(crying)
(laughing)

(drums continue)

(pained shouting)

(vomiting)
(coughing)

- (screaming) Wood Duck!

Oh fuck, Duck, make it stop.

- We need to get
some sugar into you.

And this will help
bring you down.

- Oh, you must have a
chocolate bar something.

(warping)
- I don't eat refined sugar.

The spirit of the
road will find us.

(gasping)

- I've forgotten how to breathe.

(footsteps) Oh, they
won't stop for you,

you look like something
out of a nightmare.

Hey wait, wait!
(car rumbles past)

I'm Easton West, the chef!

I'm not one of them!

(Easton gasping)
(car engine revving)

(car rumbling, creaking)

Are you the spirit of the road?

- No.

Aren't you that wanker
chef, Easton West?

(car rumbling)

(tinny store music plays)
(gulping)

- I feel worse.

- Oh, just brain freeze.

(voice warping)
Go to the bathroom,

and splash warm
water on your face.

That will help
straighten you out.

(dreamlike rock music plays)

(reverberating rumble)

- [Man] Ah, Jimmy.

- Dad, thank God.

- Your mother doesn't
wanna be a mum anymore.

- [Woman] Easton.

- No one gives a shit
about your quenelles.

(disembodied laughter)
(unintelligible talking)

- People are over the
angry white guy shtick.

(laughter and voices continue)

- [Woman] Take your pants
off, take your pants off.

(distorting)
Take your pants off.

(echoing)
Take your pants off.

(distorted whoosh)

- It's time you started
listening to me.

- Your little family
story's a fucking lie!

- Just like everything else
- Just like everything else

about you.
about you.

- Denise!

- Go cry in the woods and take
a good hard look at yourself.

- You're fired, bitch!

(gunshot)

(screaming)

(tinny music continues)
(sighs)

(crickets)
(car revving and screeching)

(man in car shouts)

(car revs)
(man in car laughs)

Good evening to
you, too, friends.

Ah, of course.

(chuckles)
I will, uh, recycle

your single use plastic bottle.

(sniffs)
(exclaims)

- Any better?

- No, much, much, much worse.

- Easton, we need to
go back to the camp.

There is a lot of danger
in these roads tonight.

Lets go.

Your ego is stripped away.

You need to face your pain.

Confront it.

- I need water,
give me some water.

- I don't have water,
there is water at camp.

(grunting)
(plastic bottle crumples)

- I knew it, you selfish fucker.

- I wouldn't do that.

(gasping)
(urgent gulping)

(bottle clatters)

(smacks lips) (grunts)

- You're taking us
the wrong way, anyway.

I think it's this way.

- No, is not that way.

Is this way.

- It's that way.

- Well, if you
think is that way,

you should go that
way, and not this way.

But Wood Duck will go that way.

- Oh yeah, you're more
cooked than I am, anyway.

Why am I even following
someone called Wood Duck?

I mean, who would call
themselves that, anyway?

- Because it's my name.

- No, it's not.

It's probably
something like Darryl

or Jeffery or something shit.

- Wood Duck is my name.

Is in my driver's license.

(laughs uproariously)

Oh yeah, and you?

You are really Easton West?

- Yes.

- You born Easton West?

- Yes.

(Easton laughs)
- I don't think so.

- I am Easton West!

- I am Easton West,
celebrity chef.

I've worked in some of the
greatest kitchens in the world.

I am someone.

And who are you, you know?

Some Frodo maths nerd
with a Jesus complex?

(owl hooting)
Wood Duck?

Wood Duck!

(insect sounds)

Hey, Wood Duck, you're right.

I lied.

(sniffs)
(sighs)

My name is Jimmy.

Jimmy West.

(breathing heavily)

- [Child] Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy, where have you been?

You've been gone ages.

I was scared.

- Getting dinner,
told you I'd be back.

- What'd you get?

- Couple of rabbits,
some mushrooms.

Denise, can you get some
potatoes from the garden?

And a carrot or two?

- Okay.

(fire crackling)
(pensive music)

(chopping)

- [Man] Curl your fingers in,
so you don't cut yourself.

(chopping)

(fire popping)

(food landing in pan)
(sizzling)

- Now, some of
that special sauce.

(liquid sizzling)

A bit more.

Enough, that's a good boy.

Your mother would
have loved this.

(pensive music)
(spoons clinking)

- Don't be gone
so long next time.

(chuckles)

- I won't, I promise.

- [Denise] This is really good.

(spoons clinking)

(bird song)

(boards clattering)

- Oh, it's alive.

- What happened?

- You've been talking
even more shit than usual.

You back on drugs?

- No.

Well, yeah, but
just the good ones.

Last night I,

(panting)

I had a vision.

- Babbling about
ducks or something.

- You don't get it, no.

What mum leaving did
to you, to all of us.

Denise being so angry, being
so protective of Diana.

And you just bury
yourself in all that junk.

- What are you on about?

- I've got to go and
see Denise and Diana.

I gotta explain.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Last night I did
something terrible.

Something, something
unforgivable.

- What now?

- Oh, I took part
in a drum circle.

(bouncy music)

(panting)

- One, two, three!
- One, two, three!

(joyful yells)

(thud)
(groans)

(door chimes)

- Hello.

Welcome to We Sell Beds.

Can I help you ladies
with anything today?

- Hi Max.

Um, we were just wondering,
do you sell beds?

(chuckles)

- Yes that's very funny.

Um, you just let me know
if you need anything, okay?

(footsteps retreating)

- Is there anything
that takes your fancy?

- Yeah, um, getting outta here.

- Diana, the sooner
you can choose one,

the sooner we can leave.

- Well if you hadn't have
chucked out my old one

the day after I moved out,

like a freaking psycho,

we wouldn't need to
be here, would we?

(scoffs)

- You needed a new one.

And actually I think
that it's time for you

to get a queen size.

- Wow, fat shamed
by my own mother.

That's kind of a low blow.

- That is not what
I meant, I didn't,

I was talking about your age.

- Sure, sure.

(footsteps)
(store music playing)

- What do you think of this one?

- I think if I was a 19th
century Parisian whore,

it would be perfect.

(giggles softly)

God, have you seen
how exy it is?

- Quality beds last a long time.

- Yeah, but what if I lay on it,

and it cracks under my weight?

- Diana stop!

- Oh Denise, relax, Okay?

I don't care about
my brave curves.

Just get whatever you
want, I don't care.

I won't be home for
that long anyway.

- But you've only
just come home.

- Yeah but now I'm
on the foodie radar.

So who knows what'll happen?

- Okay, I'm really confused.

I thought that last
night did not go well.

- Didn't go well for Easton,
but my dish was a hit.

I mean, everyone was
raving about my vag.

- How's it going, guys?

Can I help you with anything?

- Hey Max, yeah, we were
just talking about my vagina.

- I have a question.

Um, I was reading about
those memory foam mattresses.

The ones that allow
for body contouring.

(laughs)

They apparently reduce
the motion transfer

for a peaceful
undisturbed sleep.

Do you have any in stock?

And preferably one with
the gel memory technology

that regulates body temperature.

(car engine drones)

- I might, um, ask the manager
and see if that one exists.

I'll be right back.

(footsteps)

(sighs)
(machine beeps)

(bed whirring and creaking)

- So what happens now,
with the restaurant?

- I don't know.

He comes crawling
back when he realizes

he can't do shit
without me, I guess.

How is this meant
to be comfortable?

- Diana, I know that
you're ambitious,

but you're also young.

You should be enjoying life.

Going out, hanging with Niani.

(grunts)

- Oh yeah, I guess she's busy.

- You could start the
hot buns stall again.

You both used to have
so much fun doing that.

- Yeah, selling cakes
out of a pub car park

isn't really the career
move I was hoping for.

The aim is to kinda move up.

- No, I didn't mean it
to be a career move.

I just meant it to be sort
of like a part-time thing

while you were exploring
other opportunities.

It's a very fickle
industry, Diana.

- Mm-hmm.

- Look at your uncle,
one minute you're on top

and the next you've--

- So, that's what this
is all about then?

Back on the old uni train.

- Well, it's not too
late for enrollment,

so you can certainly
pull some strings.

- What's it going to take, mum?

- Like, I'm literally
getting showered with praise.

Everybody's talking
about me and you still

have no faith in me.
- No, I do have faith in you.

I just don't have faith
in the world being fair.

The best people aren't always
the ones that get rewarded.

(footsteps)

I'm just trying
to make sure that

everything is easier for
you than it was for me.

- Mm-hmm.

- I mean, you have the
luxury of living rent-free

and home cooked meals.

- Cause that's a
reason to stick around,

your home cooking.

- I made a lot of sacrifices

so that you could have all the
opportunities in the world.

- What, and that means
I owe you a degree?

- I just don't want you making
the same mistakes that I did.

- Me either.

Why the hell else do you
think I'm using protection?

I want to make sure

that our fucked up family
genes end right here.

- On second thoughts then,
maybe a single bed will suffice.

- Really, that's it?

See, that's exactly the problem.

Don't bother having
a discussion.

Why bother talking
about anything?

- What if you turn 40 and this
baking thing hasn't paid off?

- Well, I guess I'll
just sell my $10,000 bed

to make ends meet.

Also baking things?

This is not just, I am
trying to tell a story.

Which is something that
nobody in this family

seems to understand.

And I'm trying to
embrace my experiences

and actually use
them for something.

And if you'd bothered
to show up last night

instead of driving off like
some selfish fucking asshole

then maybe you'd know that.
- Oh, I'm selfish?

- I was 11 years old
when Easton left me

so he could go off and cook.

- And is that my fault?

I just don't understand why
you're punishing me for that.

- How would you feel if I
recreated your childhood home?

Diana, remember that one?

Where your father punched
a hole in the wall,

and held me up by my throat
and, and threatened to kill me.

What fun dish would you
recreate using that?

Or maybe you don't remember,
or you just don't care

because you're too
fucking selfish.

(pillow rustling)
(grunting)

(blows landing)

(grunting)
- Um, 'scuse me.

Uh, no you--

- Not now, Max.

(pillows thudding)
(grunting)

(heavy breathing)

Okay.

(tranquil music playing)

Think you might be
too old for this?

- No.

(bed creaking)

- Hm, that is quite comfortable.

More comfortable
than our old one.

- You shared bunks with Easton?

Who had the top and
who had the bottom?

Wait, let me guess.
whatever he wanted.

- Actually, no.

- Were you guys close?

(sighs)
- Not particularly.

(music continues)

- I'm just like him.

- Who?

Oh no, Diana, you're not.

- I am, I am.

I'm an asshole,
I'm self-centered.

I was a dick to you,
I was a dick to Niani.

I was a dick to frickin' Max.

I'm selfish, and I swear
like a mother flunker.

- Honey.

Honey, believe me, you
are nothing like him.

The fact that you
actually give a damn

makes you not like him.

Remember that day that
you rang me up from school

sobbing because you'd realized
that it was my birthday

and you'd forgotten?

- Mm-hmm.

And you wouldn't stop
crying, apologizing.

And I kept on saying
it doesn't matter.

And then when I got home,
you'd made me dinner.

You were only 13.

- And it wasn't a good dinner.

- 30 years, Diana.

Not one birthday
card, not one apology.

You are nothing like him.

- Okay, look, sorry.

You have to get off the bed now.

Seriously, you can't
both be up there.

Actually, neither of
you should be up there.

(stammering)
It's a child's bunk

and you're both adults, so.

(chuckles)
(bed creaks)

- I'd make a violent crumble.

The dish based on the
memory of asshole dad.

I'd make a wall
of violet crumble

and then the diners would
have to punch it and eat it.

and I'd call it violent crumble.

- Please get off
the fucking bed!

Thank you.

(laughing)

(vacuum running)

- Can you take your bags
out until they arrive?

- Why?

There's plenty of room.

- They need room to assemble it.

(vacuum turns off)

(exclaims)

- I wish we could
get rid of that thing

before the new one arrives.

- One, two, three!
- One, two, three!

(whooping and cheering)

(mattress thuds)
(man groans)

(man grunting)

(mattress thumps)

(continues grunting)

- What's with the mattress?

- [Denise] What's
with the blood?

- Oh, it's not mine.

- Shame.

- I went hunting.

It's been quite the night.

- Oh, has it?

That's nice, mine wasn't great.

- Look, I know you're
both angry with me,

and you have every right to be.

If you want to unleash,
feel free to hit me.

Just to get it off your chest.

(birds chirping)
(Easton panting)

(blow lands)
(groans)

- Would you like a stick, or
are you gonna use your hand?

(stammering)
- Oh I'm okay, thank you.

- I see it all now.

I get it.

I've been a, I've
been a royal dick to,

to both of you.

- Mm.

- But, last night,
I was thinking.

I've got something to show you.

You just have to come to
the restaurant and see,

and then if you
want, you can leave.

And if you feel like
you wanna hit me again,

you can do that too.

Just come.

Please.

(pensive music)
(birds chirping)

(fire crackling)

- [Easton] Come on, come on.

You keep an eye on things?

- What the hell?

(chuckles)
How did you come up with this?

- He didn't, I did.

- Well, it was a team effort.

- Oh, you're on his
team now, are you dad?

Well, he's still a dick head.

- Here, take this.

- Thanks.
- [Man] That'll put hairs

on your chest, that will.

- Ah, hairy tits.

Boys'll go nuts, cheers.

(chokes)
Oh my God.

What is it?

- He won't tell me
what he brews it with.

- Wild garlic.

You're not the only culinary
genius around here, prick.

- Well, no wonder it
goes so well in the stew.

Here, sit.

(sighs)

Remember this, Denise?

- Mm.

- Wild rabbit.

We lived on this
when we were kids.

I had a vision last
night while I was,

this dish came back to me.

I'm gonna serve it tonight,
straight from the fire pit.

That's what I should have
been doing all along.

All of it, you know,
the mechanics workshop

the fire pit, the house.

Having Jim here.

- Oh, don't bring me into it.

- The fire pit'll
be the centerpiece

and we'll, we'll bring the
guests here before the sitting.

Tonight we'll have wild rabbit.

Tomorrow night,
Jim can get a roo

or whatever the fuck he can
shoot without getting arrested.

It'll be more than just a meal.

It'll be an experience.

- Wow, really got hit hard

with the original thinking
stick last night, didn't you?

- I know it was your idea,
but I'm just riffing on it.

(stammering)
Just this will be

truly unique.

- And what about
everything else?

- What do you mean?

- What, are you serious?

- Yeah, I know we both got a
little bit heated last night.

Things were said that
shouldn't be said, but--

- So your great revelation
was about cooking rabbit stew?

(laughs humorlessly)
What a joke.

You know, I actually
thought maybe

you brought me
here to apologize.

(Easton stammers)

- Just working up to it.

- [Diana] This
isn't even about you

completely disregarding
everything that I'm about,

but it's just your
inability to recognize

what a toxic shit
bird you actually are.

- Yeah, I can see that now.

But, but I think we can,
we can do this together.

(Jim groaning)
You and me.

Just tell me what I
need to do to change.

- I don't think you can change,

that's the freaking problem.
- Dad?

(Jim groans)
(body thudding)

Dad?

(birds calling)

- [Easton] Dad?

(bluesy rock music)