All language subtitles for Two Years Later s01e06

Hey, I have a boyfriend.

I was scared of leaving him because I
didn't want to be truly alone.

I'm sorry about your mom.

She was 19 when she died.

She escaped rehab, just some teen camp
out in the country. They found her a

couple of weeks later in the city in
some random house.

You're looking for a job? Of course I'm
looking for a job.

I've got some leads.

Don't come looking at us for money. I'm
not looking at anybody for money, Dad. I

had a really good job.

And I'll find another really good job.

Didn't you start a proper book?

How's that going?

Do you still have the advance?

Of course she still doesn't have it.

I used to think this place was the
problem, but hopefully it's just me.

It's not you.

You could go much further with what you
want to do.

And if you wanted to do anything, I'd
back you.

You don't even know me.

I don't think that's true.

Well, let the record reflect I loved you
before I knew you were loaded.

What did you say?

Firstly, it's a Saturday night, and
they're both smiling.

Look how anxious he is.

Yeah, but a smile is more... Delight?

I say first date.

She's got her elbows on the table,
leaning in. Meaning relaxed and open?

Yeah, but her legs are bent and one's to
the side a little. She's on edge.

He's straight, head to toe. Excellent
posture.

And in his lap, very formal.

Are we calling it first date?

No, it's not a first date. I say three
years.

That's a jump.

Well, look at her. She's bored.

You're right. It's lived in.

But not three years. She's sad, not
bored. I'd say three months.

Interesting. Explain.

She gave him a shot, even though he's
not her usual type.

Yeah, he was confident at the start, but
then he let his insecurity take over,

and now he's trying too hard.

But it's been ages since someone's
treated her so well, so... Yeah, so

been hoping for months that he'll turn
it around or be the one to bail first.

How long do you give them?

A few weeks.

Or 20 years.

What? I've seen relationships built on
much less go for much longer.

Do you think they're looking at us?

I think so.

Do you think they're analysing us?

Probably.

What do you think they're saying?

Who cares?

That's their story.

Oh, thank God.

This is why it should stay a party
trick. When you say the quiet parts out

the universe will hold a mirror up to
you.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Can we get another
round, please? No problem.

Will you think I'm disgusting if I take
my shoes off?

Huh? Why?

I thought I'd break in these shoes
before tonight, so I wore them to the

and then to vote.

And then I got stuck at the polling
place for an hour and now I've got

Again? Do I need to go and get you some
more band -aids?

Seriously, what do you think I was
saying? Do you actually care? Yes, I

like being judged.

Well, yeah, but everybody's judging
everybody all the time.

I mean, people like to think they're
unique and special, but we're mostly

the same with a few degrees of
difference.

You don't think I'm special?

I wasn't talking about you, of course.

So what? We're all just porcelain dolls
with different makeup.

Hopefully not creepy.

Wouldn't that be depressing, though?

No, why would it be?

It means we have more in common than
not.

It also means that people are
interchangeable.

In theory, but not in practice.

You could put two virtually identical
people in front of someone, they'll

gravitate towards the one.

Why?

Energy? Law of attraction?

Whatever you want to call it.

Hey, this is your theory.

Well, when I was 17, my friends and I
were in the city and we got off a bus.

And there was this girl with her parents
waiting to get on, probably 15, 15, I

don't know. I was 17.

Well, now I'm going to need to see a
photo of you at 17 because all I'm

picturing is bearded you checking out
some 15 -year -old.

You don't want to see me at 17.

But anyway, we locked eyes and...

Seriously locked eyes, like we knew each
other. Did you know each other?

Nope, never seen her before or since.

Took me by surprise, her too.

Oh, you spoke to her?

Nope, but I could tell.

You could always tell.

Then what happened?

Nothing.

We just turned and looked at each other
as we passed, and then I stood there and

watched, and they all sat near the
window, and she looked at me.

And then the bus took off again.

That's cute.

No, that's the thing.

Wasn't cute.

Forget the shit out of me.

Even the friends I was with were like,
what the fuck was that?

Maybe she was your soulmate.

You blew it. Now you're stuck with me.

You've never heard anything like that
happen before?

Yeah.

Now I'm trying to think, was I ever in
the city with my parents when I was 15?

That would be very cool and convenient.

That you'd remember.

Do you think she tells the same story?

Yeah, I do.

Close your eyes.

Did you feel that?

Yeah.

I thought you were going to kiss me.

Sorry to interrupt.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Cheer to us.

Nice choice.

This place is fancy. You didn't have to
go all out. Yes, I did. I told you.

Well, you know, I can get half if you...
No.

No.

Don't emasculate me.

Besides, I've got money to burn. At
least I will have anyway.

Fake it till you make it. That's what
they say, right?

Yes, I forgot to tell you. I've got a
job lined up.

Amazing. What is it?

Same shit, different place, but that's a
step up, kind of.

Slightly less money, but it puts me in
the iPhone reviews league and some

editorial responsibilities, et cetera.

I thought you didn't want to review the
iPhones.

people who don't review the iPhone say.

Okay, I just thought you were going to
take some time and work on your writing.

I am, but I need a job eventually, and
this one came up, so... Or you could be

an instant literary hit and not need a
job.

It happens.

Not to me.

I know myself.

I'm going to be out of my mind with
anxiety while the clock and the money

down, and I won't be able to concentrate
on anything until I have something.

I need a safety net.

And I am still going to write.

But we have the time.

Isn't this more responsibility, more
work? Yes.

For less money?

Okay. You hated your last job and you
wanted to write then, but you didn't. I

don't have a savings like you do, Ryan.
I don't have a buffer.

It's kind of different.

It's like you're judging me. No, I'm
not.

Sorry.

I am still going to write. Good, I know.
I am.

I know. I'm glad.

I believe you.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Really. I'm in no position to judge you.
I don't like my job either, so just

tell me to fuck off.

Mains will be here shortly.

Can I get you anything in the meantime?

No, thanks. All good. Thank you.

We won the election.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations. That's good.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

Wait, who'd you vote for?

Didn't vote for anybody.

You forgot to vote.

No, I just didn't vote.

But you'll get fined.

I think they probably printed out my
fine yesterday in anticipation.

They know where I live.

You didn't want to vote.

No. I knew which way it was going to go,
so I didn't see the point. Because you

have to.

Well, clearly not. I'm happy to pay the
fine.

I don't think it should be compulsory.
But it is.

So everybody gets to decide. That's kind
of the point.

Can we talk about something else? No,
I'd like to keep talking about this.

Okay.

I just don't think elections matter.

Well, if everyone thought that way, we
could have lost.

What do you mean by we?

Wait.

Are you a... I'm not a anything.

But why would you assume that we're on
the same side?

Because you're kind and caring and
empathetic and usually... And my

are kind and caring and empathetic, but
they're church -going boomers. Who do

you think they voted for?

And I'm from an upper -middle -class
suburb?

Private boys' school, an accountant who
deals with big corporations and

finances, and it doesn't matter. I'm not
on any side.

It does matter. Why?

Because the people we elect make
decisions that affect people's lives in

tangible ways. In a perfect world that
we don't live in, and I don't care about

this. You don't care?

No, not really, not enough.

Wow.

Look, I don't not care. It's by choice.

It must be nice to have the choice not
to care about other people. I care about

other people. I just don't follow this
shit enough to have an opinion, that's

all. It seems like you do actually have
an opinion. My opinion is that I don't

think it matters as much as you think it
does.

I just don't think anything really
changes cycle to cycle, so why spend

getting worked up when it doesn't go
your way? I'm not getting worked up.

I'm just trying to see this from your
point of view. You don't think things

change? Not because of elections.

We just went through an entire global
pandemic that would have happened no

matter who was at the wheel, and it's
easier to blame one... Look, I'm sorry,

this is stupid. It's not stupid. It's
stupid.

It's just drama and entertainment for
bored people. It's just storyline. I'm a

bored person, easily amused by the
shitty state of the world. No, I don't

you believe in any of it either.

Okay. I believe in not going into debt
to access medical care.

I believe in subsidized child care. I
believe in First Nations reparations. I

believe in public housing. And I believe
in community programs. I don't know how

much of that is belief and how much is
just the same kind of well -intentioned

naivety. I'm naive.

I didn't say that. You literally just
did. I meant most people. But not me.

You know what I mean. Most people don't
give a shit. Seriously, how can you even

say that?

Most people vote against whatever's
annoying them on that day.

If you ask them going in what they don't
like and they say, well, I'm sick of

the traffic lights in town, and you say,
well, good news, our guy is going to

fix that, then you've got their vote.

No broader consideration for the complex
state of world affairs. They just hate

those fucking traffic lights. They don't
care.

And everyone else already made up their
mind years ago, do or die, so I don't

want to talk about this.

No, this is really interesting.

I'd like you to go back to the traffic
lights.

Start over.

Okay, look, I just don't think things
change for long enough, and I don't

they ever will.

I think we've swung and balanced the
power from left to right since the

political system became a thing, and I
think that's how it's probably always

going to be.

Everyone keeps talking about a
revolution that will finally come and

everybody's shit, but I've never seen
that happen.

In reality, it's just one group of
people are happy for three or four

then the other group complain about it
until things go their way.

About the world going down the toilet,
that's not valid enough to complain

about. Of course it is.

But then jump over to the other side for
a second. You think they're not sitting

in restaurants, miserable, complaining
about all the things that you're now

happy about? Who cares? They're wrong.

You're being reductive, and that's my
point. Everybody thinks they're right.

That's the problem.

Wow.

This is the most privileged upper -class
shit I've ever heard you say.

I don't bring this up. I don't talk
about this stuff. I talk about things

care about. Oh, so you do care about
stuff?

Yeah. The important stuff.

I care about me. I care about you. I
care about my family. Everything in my

circle I care about.

Jeez, I'm not a bad guy.

I recycle.

I pull over and pick up lost dogs. I
hold the elevator doors open for the guy

the wheelchair in my office building. I
buy an extra slice of pizza for the

homeless dude on the street. Well, that
guy might not be homeless with the right

people in power. I think he probably
would.

And maybe if there were less people
talking grandiose bullshit and more

out there doing nice day -to -day
things, then we wouldn't be treating

other like fucking enemies. We would
actually be moving towards something

meaningful. No, not like you. I didn't
say you.

We're all just people.

We're all just trying to live our lives.
What's the point in shoving opinions

down everyone's throat? Is that what you
think I'm doing?

I didn't say that. But it's what you
believe.

I believe they're talking about change
and actually making change.

But all I hear are people that won't
accept anything less than a complete

revolution.

I mean, I give a slice of pizza to the
dude outside my office and I'm the bad

guy because it's a frivolous gesture
that doesn't solve the entire homeless

epidemic.

But you know what? That guy got a slice
of pizza and he didn't have to sit

through somebody's rubbish to get it.
And that may not be meaningful in the

broad strokes of bringing justice and
equality to all, but at least I did

something that meant something to him
instead of talking about how great

could be if the tide changed. Okay,
okay, okay.

No one's calling you a bad guy for
sharing your pizza, right? It's just a

fucking game. It's not a game. It's a
game. It's not a game.

Acts of service towards people in need
and positive systemic change are not

mutually exclusive.

You know, you can give a homeless man a
slice and still vote in the fucking

election.

How come you never brought any of this
up before? Why would I mention something

that I don't care about?

But you do.

I don't. I don't.

I did.

Once upon a time.

And now I don't. I couldn't care less,
actually. That's clearly not true.

Was I meant to give you a bullet point
list of all my political beliefs?

We like this exam.

What?

Why are you bringing her up? What's she
got to do with it?

Because it lasted five years.

It didn't last for five years. It went
on for five years. Did she see this side

of you?

Because this is the first time I've ever
seen you fired up. I'm not fired up?

You are fired up.

You're usually so charming, so
empathetic, so perfect.

You have these great observations about
everyone else, but I had no idea that

you felt this way.

I can't read you.

Yes, you can. No, I can't.

I feel like I don't even know you. Yes,
you do. You're being antagonistic, and I

don't know why. I thought you knew
everything.

Why are you doing this? I'm not doing
anything.

This is all you.

I'm just feeding you the rope. Oh, I
know that much. Thank you.

You know, maybe I'm just not as tuned in
to the frequency as you are, Ryan.

Maybe I need more.

Was I supposed to give you, like, change
my personality, become a new human

being just to make you more comfortable
in your own insecurities?

Is that what you wanted from me?

If I said things out loud, you'd think I
was an arsehole.

Maybe you are an arsehole. Oh, thank
you. You're welcome.

Thoughts aren't feelings. I process
things in my head. I think before I

Unlike me.

So you've been constantly judging me in
your head.

No. What would make you think that?

One thing does not equal the other. It's
called complexity of thought.

So if you think before you speak, what
do I do?

You process things out loud, and that's
fine. There's nothing wrong with that.

Besides the lack of complexity.

What am I allowed to say here? Give me
the rules.

There are no rules, Ryan. You can say
whatever you want. You're a full -grown

human being.

It turns out neither of us like being
judged.

Party trick isn't as fun when it's
turned on you, is it?

Talk about the universe holding up a
fucking mirror.

We have something else.

Something more.

And you know it.

There could be a million Emilys by my
side and I'd still pick you, I'd still

know you.

Do you think if this wasn't this and you
weren't you, then I wouldn't have just

bailed right from the start?

So you do do charity after all. I fell
in love with you before I found out how

fucked up you are.

Wow.

Thanks. I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry. I'm not trying to change you,
Emily.

And I'm sorry I judged you with the job.

That was shitty of me.

But I love you, and I'm still here, and
I'm not going anywhere.

So that makes you this great fucking guy
because you're willing to tolerate me?

I'm not tolerating you.

Not now, clearly. I'm not tolerating
you.

You use your privilege and optimism to
shield you from reality. My privilege?

You're not exactly a street orphan,
Emily. You just play one really well.

There is something as dark inside you as
any of the bleak bullshit that comes

out of my mouth when I sit here and act
like I'm the only fucked up one at this

table. Well, you use your pessimism as a
shield from what's possible. And if you

keep it up, you'll end up alone again.

I'm not your fucking mother.

I don't need saving.

Is that what you think this is?

You tell me.

You want me to tell you to fuck off?

Because that would be easier for you and
you get to walk away?

And then I get to be just another guy in
a long line of disappointing assholes

who'll let you down?

I'm not going to do that.

Emily, if you want to go, you can go,
but do it on your own. You tell me to

off.

Because I'm not going to indulge in your
self -destructive bullshit.

Is this taken?

Sorry.