All language subtitles for Mount.Pleasant.S04E08_English

(gentle electronic music)

(bold instrumental music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Dawson?

(door thuds)

(door thuds)

(ominous music)

(fist knocks)

- Charlie!
- Oh, thank god, yes.

(Charlie and Lisa laughing)

- Oh, ah.

- Maybe Lisa'll let me go
to Tanya's party instead.

- Girls only, Barry, they
made that quite clear.

It was supposed to have
been Denise's engagement,

but now it's just an excuse
for an afternoon piss-up.

Sorry, you're stuck
with your luncheon.

- It's not even me
birthday till next week,

so why do they want
to take me out today?

- I think Terry and Margaret
operate in a different timezone

to the rest of the world, Baz.

- Can you ring 'em,
tell 'em I'm sick?

- Shall I write
you a note as well?

"Please excuse our
Barry from lunch today.

"He's got an ear infection."

- Could ya?

- Morning, Pop Pickers!

- Wahey!

- Charlie, how are you?

How did the tour go?

Hey, I'm off out with Terry
and Margaret this avvy.

Why don't you come,
tell us all about it?

- Act as a buffer.

- No can do, Badger-man.

Haven't even been home yet.

- What?

You came here before Mum's?
She's not going to be happy.

- Get away.

She's kept me up to
speed with everything

and she knows I'm itching
to meet the sproglet,

which is why I had the tour
manager drop us off here first.

- Tour manager?

- Yeah Greasy Ed.

- Your mate with the burger van?

What was he doing on
the road with you?

- Tour-managing.

(suspenseful music)

(bag rustling)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?
- Greg.

- Jesus Christ, Bradley,
where the hell have you been?

I was just about to--
- Listen to me.

Everything is--
(phone beeps)

- Everything is what?

- That's all he said.

Signal went, I don't know.

He wasn't calling from his
phone, he never sent his text.

Something must have gone wrong.

- Of course
something's gone wrong.

What did you expect, Greg?

A happy fucking ending?

- Look, all we know
is he's, he's okay.

But right now, I'd sooner you
two weren't taking chances.

I think you should leave.

- Ella, Ella!

Can you help me
unpack these, please.

- Tanya!
- No!

Do you know how many times
we've just disappeared?

Nobody knowing what's happened,

nobody even knowing
where we've gone?

Not this time.

This time, we are going to
do it on our terms, not his.

Yes, we will be leaving tonight,

but not in some fucking
disappearing act. (sighs)

We will be having our party,
as planned, with our friends.

This time, we actually
get to say goodbye.

(somber instrumental music)

- Notice her fingers, Dan?

Guitarist's fingers, them.

You're holding in
your hands the savior

of 21st century rock and roll.

- (giggles) Actually, we've
discussed her future, Charlie.

She's going to marry into money.

- I thought you were
a feminist, Lisa.

- I've had to be.

I didn't marry into money.

- I've always been quite
the disappointment to her.

- Ah, well, speaking
of disappointments,

I don't suppose I can
put it off any longer.

Have to get back and see
how Missus and the kid

are getting on.

- Um, when you said Mum
had kept you up to speed--

- Dad!

(gentle instrumental music)

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

It's not your fault.

So, where will we go?

- (sighs) There's a flat
down on the South Coast.

It's all locked up.

There's papers there,
documents, money.

Everything we need
to start over.

- New identities?

- Can I pick my own name?

- Come here.

- What's wrong?

What's happened?

- Why do you always assume
something's happened?

- All right.

Look, I wasn't going
to say anything,

because I didn't want to
have you worrying all day.

Apparently, Sadiq Anson,
he plays on the first team,

he's been poached, which means
there's a space opened up.

There's half a dozen of
us to choose from, okay?

So if I don't get
it, I don't get it.

There'll be other times.

So don't start worrying about me

getting upset or disappointed.

I'm cool, whatever happens.

- So am I.

I'm cool whatever happens, too.

- Promise me you're
going to that party

and you won't spend all
day fretting about it.

- I promise you, Gary.

I am going to the party.

(somber music)

(Tanya sighs)

- I do get why
you're doing this.

- I know you do.

I haven't had much
practice at saying goodbye.

- I figured I'd make myself
scarce for the afternoon.

House full of people.

First time in a while
I don't have to worry.

I'll be back after, if
you need me to drive you--

- Why don't you come with us?

- Come with you?
- Why not?

You just got out of prison.

You found yourself in the
middle of all of this.

Maybe you could do
with a new start too?

- You do realize, if things
really have gone wrong,

and this place of yours

was always where you
were supposed to end up.

- Then Bradley's probably
on his way there right now,

yes, I do.

- What will you tell him?

That I love him.

That I hate him,
and that it's over.

Nothing he wouldn't have
figured out already.

Will you think about it, please?

- Oh.

You have no idea how much I
have missed you! (giggles)

- Why didn't you
tell us about Robbie?

I.

Hang on, you went there
before you come here?

- Up on stage I was, last night,

blowing the roof off the
Blamouth Kilters Club.

Thought I was king of the world,

and all this time, my own
son's dossing on a sofa,

with two failed
marriages behind him,

one of which weren't even legal,
and muggins here knew now!

- And what would you
have done, Charlie?

Rushed home to save the family?

- Should have done that
the minute you told us

he'd rocked back up
in the first place.

I'd have seen through him
straight away, always could.

But not you, though.

Always blind to all
that, weren't you?

Probably the reason
why he, well--

- Why he what, Charlie?

Go on, if you're gonna blame me,

you might as well
get on with it.

Makes no odds, I've done
plenty of that myself already.

- All right, all
right, all right.

I'm sorry.

I've only just come
back, that's all,

and it's the first thing I hear.

- Yeah.

You have only just got back.

And what's the
first thing I hear?

- Where, where
where are you going?

- Out to the shops,
then to a party.

- A party?

- Yes, Charlie, a party,

like you've been having
for the last two weeks.

And you couldn't
see through him.

You could just see
yourself in him.

And we all know how blind I
was to that back in the day

and all, don't we?

Oh, yeah Welcome home!

(door thuds)

(whistle chirps)

- What, Denise is there
already, and Bianca?

Oh, I can make an entrance then.

- Now then, mate.

- All right?

- I thought that since
everyone's next door

at this party thing, me and
you might have a look out

and do some daytime
drinking of our own.

- Right.

Well, sorry, I can't, I
gotta look after Molly.

Robbie's out flat hunting and
Barry's going on a lunch date

with Terry and Margaret.

- I could always
ring and cancel.

- [Lisa and Dan]
You're not canceling!

- And you're not
canceling either.

Go on, I'll let
you off the leash.

As long as you're back for six.

- Um, the baby?

- She can come with me.

- To a sex toy party?

- It's not exactly the
last days of Sodom!

It's just a few mates
having a drink and a giggle,

that's all.

- Come on, mate.

I could really do with it.

(midtempo instrumental music)

- Look.

I'm sorry about going
off on one the other day.

- That wasn't going off on one.

Believe me, I've had a
lot experience of people

going off on one lately.

- Yeah, I'll bet.

Even so, you know, I'm sorry.

I know you were only
trying to look out for us.

- Yeah, I was.

But you're right,
none of my business.

It's just I've seen you
get suckered in before.

Shelly, Kim, or whatever
her real name was, Amber?

- Tanya's not like any of them.

- She's not a drug smuggler
maybe, but she's still bad news.

- You're wrong.

- Some bloody
spoiled little brat

only brought a sodding rabbit
in with her this morning!

A rabbit, and I
had to christen it!

I had to christen
a bloody rabbit!

- We're in the middle of a
private conversation here.

- What?

Well, how was I
supposed to know that?

- What's it about?

Right, fine.

God forbid I should ever get
to burden anyone with my woes.

(uptempo pop music)

* We can make it

* We can make it through

- Oi, nebby!
- Come on, Pauline.

- A little treat for Charlie?

- Well, I've seen him
wear worse things.

(Bianca giggles)

Some of this stuff's
weird, though.

I thought it was
meant to be erotic.

- Here.
- Ooh, thanks.

Here you are, love.

Bit young for me, that one.

- Yeah, an adult-sized bra
with play-school designs?

I'll pass, thanks.

Don't imagine they
sell many of these.

- Ooh, teddy bears!

- Number 33 on your form, love.

- Uh, listen, mate.

There's something else I was
wanting to talk to you about.

- Oh, yeah, what's that?

- I'm thinking of moving on.

- All right, lads?
- Don't even bother.

They're having a
private conversation.

- Oh, okay, fair enough.

Have fun.

- What do you mean, moving on?

- There's nothing left for
me 'round here any more.

- Me.

I'm here, your best mate.

- You always knew you'd have
to stand on your own two feet

one day, Dan.

Time for you to come
out from under my wing.

Time for you to soar.

- Shut up you, dickhead.

Aw, mate, I don't
know what to say.

Where are you thinking of going?

- South coast.

- Hey, jail-bird, you all right?

- Now then, Charlie.

- Private conversation, Dad.

- You what?
- Private conversation!

- I've just had a big
row with your mum.

Then I come here and me own son

don't want to talk
to us neither.

Supposed to be my
victorious return, this.

Hero's welcome, ah.

Roger, Phil.

Who's buying?

- Any chance of coming with you?

(suspenseful music)

(women laughing)

- Ooh! (giggling)
- Look!

- (gasps) Lovely.
- Are you gonna get some?

- Nice to see her again.

Shame I had to wait
for a neighbor's party

to get the chance.

- It's only been
24 hours, Pauline.

And you stormed out
on us, remember?

Do you realize how
upset Dan's been?

How upset I've been?

Nobody thinks you're a
bad mum or a bad nan.

I can't even believe
you said those things.

- Because they're true!

Even Charlie thinks it.

Oh, and thanks for dropping
me in it, by the way.

- Why didn't you
tell him anything?

- I was.

Ashamed.

- Robbie is just Robbie.

Nobody made him that way.

And I know you're a good mum

because you raised the man
that I fell in love with.

And without that
there'd be no Molly.

(suspenseful music)

(women laughing)
(uptempo pop music)

- What do you reckon?
- I see no ships!

- Ladies, ladies, so sorry.

I just wanted to
say a few words.

Obviously, this little gathering
was originally for Denise

for her engagement party.

But well as you know--

- What the bloody hell are
you bringing that up for?

- No, no, it's fine, it's fine.

Me and Fergus are fine.

We're best friends.

Actually, I'd forgotten that's
what this party was for.

- Well, it's not now,
it's for something else.

Ella and I have,

well, we have a little
announcement to make.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, for.

Just.

- You're not up the
duff, are you, love?

(suspenseful music)

(lock clatters)

(keys jingling)

I thought you said
this was girls only?

- Right, ladies.

I do have a splitting headache,

so I would appreciate if
you do not scream, okay?

(women screaming)

Okay, what did I just say, eh?

All right, why don't
you go over there?

It's little Ella, innit?

I haven't seen you
since you were.

It's been a while.

Come here, love.

- No.

- What, you really think
I'm going to hurt her?

My own god daughter?

Come here.

I want you to go to
the back door, lock it,

take the keys out and then
bring them back to me.

- Go on.

- You best get comfortable.

You're gonna be
here for a while.

(bells jingle)

- There he is, the
old bugger, eh?

Happy birthday and all that.

- It's not till, it's not
till next week, Terry.

- Who's counting?

The big eight-zero, eh?

- The big eight?

I'm only ten years
older than you.

- Course you are, Barry.

Come on, I've got us a table.

- Hello, Barry.
- Margaret.

- The big eight-zero, eh?

(Terry chuckles)

(ominous music)

(Molly coos)

- Hey!

- What?

She's yours, is she?

Don't shout at me.

Ring him.

- I don't know where he is.

- Neither do I.

But he's far more likely to
answer the phone if you call him

rather than if I
call him, isn't he?

So why don't you ring him,
and tell him what's happening?

Ring him!

(phone ringing)

- It's Tanya.

- Let me have a word
with Lisa after.

I want to make sure
she's not half-cut yet.

- Hello?

- Bradley, it's me.

Listen, Gus is here.

He's got a gun.

And he says you're
supposed to come here

as quickly as possible.

- Give me the phone, give it!

Bradley, look, it's not
just your girls here.

So there's potential
for collateral damage,

do you know what I mean?

I mean, it's not what
I would have planned,

but you know me, I do
roll with the punches.

- Gus, why don't you
just take me somewhere--

- So you better get here
as fast as you can, okay?

Are you actually
gonna talk to me?

- What is it?
- We've got to go.

- Greg, just tell me what--
- We've got to go!

- This can't be happening.

I don't even, what are we doing?

Why aren't we
calling the police?

- No, no, no police.

I know enough about this Gus

to know he's not the
come quietly type.

He so much as hears a siren--

- And what?

- He's got a gun, Dan.

- Jesus, Jesus!

What the fuck have
you got us into?

- It wasn't me.

Him and Bradley,
there's history.

He's the reason they've
all spent the last 10 years

moving from place to place.

They've been running
from him all this time.

- What are we gonna do?

- Whatever it takes.

(suspenseful music)

(tires screech)

(bell ringing)

- There's that Florence from
your Weight Watchers, Terry.

What's she doing here?

- It's not her.

- What?

- That's not her!
- Oh.

- So Baz, what happened to that
little dog you used to have?

- He's living in
Portugal with our Pam.

- Bet you get
lonely without him.

- There's that Florence from
your Weight Watchers, Terry.

What's she doing here?

- Oh, aye, yeah.

Florence, love, over here.

Room for a little one!

Bunch up.

(sultry instrumental music)

- We used to be quite the
little team, didn't we?

You know, thick as
thieves, excuse the pun.

- No, we were never a team.

- We were a team
until you betrayed me.

Till I had to spend ten long
years trying to find you again.

And all this is news
to you, isn't it?

- Mum told me everything.

- Oh, everything?

Everything, Tanya?

- You do realize you're
bleeding, don't you?

- Well, that's nothing.

You should see the other fella.

Who I believe you know.

- What happened?

- What do you
think happened, eh?

Did you know what
he was planning?

- When did I ever?

- Because it didn't work
out too well for him.

- What have you done to him?

- Well, obviously not enough.

But that's what we're
here to remedy, innit?

- A rabbit, eh?
- Yes.

- Well, I suppose rabbits
go to heaven and all.

- What, no they don't,
of course they don't.

- Well, be a rabbit, eh.

Hey Phil, sorry to hear about
you and the little woman.

- We're all right,
still friends.

- Lettin' one like
that get away though.

I don't know what
you were thinkin'.

- Right.

Cheers, Charlie.

- What about you, Rev?

Got any of the
congregation on the go?

- On the go?

No, I haven't.

- He did move in with
Bianca for a bit, though.

- Yes, but not like that.

- I had an infestation.

- Ooh, that'll put
paid to it, all right.

I win, your round.

- What?

I didn't even know we
were playing a game.

- Be why you lost, then.

(Florence slurps)

- Need some bog-roll.

- You're trying to fix me up!

- Hey, just call me Cupid!

- We worry about you, Barry.

- We don't like
to see you alone.

- I'm not alone.

- You've got a great big
hole and it wants plugging.

- I don't need her plugging it!

- [Terry] Give her a chance.

- She's meant to
be a right goer.

(suspenseful music)

- Don't look at the house.

Dan!

- Well?

- He's not answering.

He tried to ring me
this morning, but--

- What's wrong
with these people?

What the fuck are
they involved in?

I knew it, I knew it,

the whole family's a raving
bunch of psychos and now--

- It's nothing to do with
Tanya or Ella, all right?

They never asked
for any of this.

- 'Cause you know them
so well, don't you?

- Yeah, I do.

- You must do,

since you're planning on
running away with them

to the South fucking
Coast! (sobbing)

- What's going on?

- I guess sometimes you've
just got to let things go.

For the best.

Even if that does mean
you're endin' up on your own.

- I used to love living by
myself, but lately I don't know.

- No such thing as happy
hour with you two, is there?

But if it's advice on the
fairer sex you're after,

you've come to the right place.

I'm more than happy to share
my own personal experiences

of what makes for a long
and happy relationship.

- I thought you and Pauline
had just had a blazing row?

- Yes, and could I also
just point out that your

long and happy relationship
also included a brief interval

where you disappeared
off to the Costa del Sol

for eight years?

- Oh, yeah.

And I've just found out
me other son's a bigamist.

- I need the lav.

- Hold it in.

- You try holding it in
when you get to my age!

- I have no intention of
getting to your age, Grandma.

Yes, what?

- I'm sorry, I am sorry.

I'm really sorry, but
I need to go, too.

- Right.

Anyone else?

- I don't think so.

- No, it's for your phone,
put your phone in it.

All of get your phones
out, in the box.

(sighs) Come on!

Sometime today.

You an' all.

- Gary's meant to call.

- Oh, is Gary meant to call?

I didn't realize Gary
was meant to call.

Put your fucking
phone in the box!

Right, come on, Mrs.
Brown, if you wanna go.

- Hey, hey! What do
you think you're doing?

- What you should have
done, calling the police.

- Have you listened
to a word we've said?

- That's my mum in there!

- Yes, and my wife, and my baby.

- Does Dad know?

- Nobody knows
anything except us.

And we're going to have
to keep it that way.

And Dan's right.

Police will just
surround the place,

then he's nothing left to lose.

Now, there's one of
him and three of us.

But we have to get
in there first.

- Get in there, how are
we supposed to do that?

- Spare room.

There's no lock on the window.

Bradley's got a ladder 'round
the back of his garage.

Maybe if we--

- You don't even
know where they are.

For all we know, he could
have moved them upstairs.

- Then one of us will have
to go through the front.

Act like we don't
know what's going on.

Get a message out to the
others letting us know

where they are.

- Robbie?

- Have you both gone mental?

I'm not walking in there!

- [Gus] Can you not
move any faster?

Right, who's next?

- Gus, you need
to go to hospital.

- I'm fine.

- It's not going
to stop by itself.

You need to get
professional help--

- I just said I'm
fine, didn't I?

I'm fine.

Right, you, toilet,
up, let's go.

- Oi, oi.

- Listen, you don't know
who you're dealing with.

- Neither does he.

He drops his guard
for one second,

and he won't have the fingers
left to pick it up again.

- Then by the time I'd
lost my fourth husband,

half the family didn't bother
coming to the funeral at all.

Think they'd had enough of them.

- Well, they'd had a busy year.

Widowed, eh, Barry,
just like you.

Who'd have thought it?

Don't know how I'll
cope when she's gone.

- You might go first.
- Unlikely.

I was just saying
to our Bazza earlier

about these being
the golden years.

You don't want to spend
them alone and unhappy.

- When I lost my
wife, my only wife,

I thought I'd never
be happy again.

But now I live with me
daughter and me son-in-law

and the most beautiful baby
girl you have ever seen.

Maybe it's not the same sort
of happy, but it's still happy.

That's my golden years.

I'm going to toilet.

Do you need any bog roll?

- No, thanks.

- Right.

- That's getting worse.

How much longer do you
think you can leave it?

- Long enough.

- You do realize he
might not even be coming?

- With you two
here, he's coming.

- Things have changed.
(doorbell rings)

- Ah, what's that I hear?

The rushing of angel's wings.

- Hi, um I need
to speak to Lisa.

Can I come in?

- Lisa's not here.

- I think I should come in.

- No, I said Lisa's not here.

(Molly crying)

- All right, you, in!

Come on, quickly.

Put your phone in there.

- What's going on?

- What, you've never been
to a lingerie party before?

Well, we're a bit short
of seats, I'm afraid.

I'm sure the ladies won't
mind if you squeeze in

on the sofa next to them.

- Front room.

- All right, she's shut up now.

Put her down and come back.

- I think she needs changing.

- Oh for, well, do it quickly.

I haven't got any
nappies with me.

- What kind of mother comes
out without a fresh nappy?

- The type that lives next door!

Shall I just pop back--

- Lisa, listen,
there's some flannels

and some talcum powder
upstairs in the bathroom.

Why don't you go
and freshen her up?

You can wrap her in a
clean towel or something.

- Yeah, all right, do that.

- Pauline, do you want
to give me a hand?

- No, no, you can't both go!

You put the baby back,
you go and get it

and come straight back down.

(Dan groans)
(suspenseful music)

(Molly crying)

- You're too used to
pull-ups, you lot.

If we had some safety pins--

- Well, we haven't
got any safety pins.

Look, it's come undone again!
- How hard can it be?

Come here, get out of the way.

(Molly crying)

Yes, I know.

Mummy can't do it, can she?

There you are.

It's not exactly
rocket science is it.

All right, let's not wriggle.

You lie there.

(Pauline screams)
(elbow thuds)

Oh, yeah, pretty boy?

I reckon you can do
better than that.

Worth dying for, is she?

- She's my mum.
- And?

What's that noise?
- Oi, knobhead!

(crowbar thuds)

(Lisa squeaks)

- Very nice, very good.

Yeah, I like that.

Well, I don't know you, but
I think I know who you are.

Greg, innit?

- You do realize that my husband
is pointing a gun at you?

- This ain't my
first disco, darling.

I do know the difference between
somebody who can fire a gun

and somebody who can't.

- You don't think I'd
pull this trigger, eh?

After what you've
put my wife through?

My baby, my mum, my brother?

The four people I love more
than anything else in the world?

- Honestly, no, I don't.

- Bradley's not coming.

He doesn't even
know you're here.

He's not the one that I trust
to keep us safe anymore.

You want payback for us
bailing out on you, Gus?

I think you've already had that.

10 years we've been
running away from you.

10 years I have been
lying to my own daughter.

10 years we have been
ruining the lives

of everyone around us.

That should be
enough, shouldn't it?

But it never will be.

(gun clicks)
- Mum!

- Don't.

Don't.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Call the police.

Go on, then, Gus, sit down
and make yourself comfy.

- Mum, you all right?

- Oh, God!

(handcuffs clicking)

- You stupid, stupid sod.

What were you gonna
do with that lamp?

- I've absolutely no idea.

- Despite the nagging,

there are some things
I can't fault her for.

Like If I crawl into
bed with me shoes on,

when I wake up in the morning,

they're always back
by the front porch.

I dunno how she does it.

I double knot and all.

- You know how some people,
when they do bacon and eggs

and they form it into a
sort of a smiley face?

Denise used to do that
with Sunday roast.

- You know, when
I was at Bianca's,

every night, she used to
bring me in a nightcap.

Just a small glass of sherry.

I mean, I never
even asked for it.

And then one night, she didn't.

And I'm not saying I
complained per se, but,

you know, I might have
casually mentioned it

over breakfast or something.

Anyway, the next
night when I retired,

there on the pillow,
an entire bottle.

- I need a drink.

What's up with you lot?

- We were talking about women.

- Do not get me started!

(phones ringing)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Something to tell
the grandkids, eh?

- If I'd have lost you.

If I'd have lost you both--
- But you didn't.

And you won't, ever.

Daddy the action hero, eh?

Who'd have thought it?

- We're gonna go away.

Away from all the nutters,
away from everything.

A big holiday, a cruise.

No mental neighbors,
no mad family, no work,

no pressure, no more adventures.

Just you, me and the baby.

- And Dad.

- I said away from
all the nutters.

And Bazza, yes.
(Lisa sighs)

(gentle acoustic music)

- I meant what I said, you know?

I didn't call Bradley because,

because he's not the one I
trust to keep us safe anymore.

- Nobody needs to
keep you safe anymore.

- I don't know, Greg.

I think someone always
needs to keep an eye on me,

don't you?

The offer still stands.

A fresh start.

A normal life for
the first time ever.

Me, Ella, you.

(uplifting instrumental music)

(door thuds)

* You and me together

* Come home with
me it's heaven *

* The streets I used to roam

* Well it took my heart
and never let it go *

* Clicked my heels
and take me home *

* Take me home

* To the place where
my heart roams *

* Let's go take my hand and
guide me home, home, home *

* Don't stop, don't
take it slow *

* 'Cause it's a long
and winding road *

* Let's go, be the light
and guide me home, home *

* Say come on and tell me

* You never will forget me

* I'm worth my weight in gold

* I'm all you need, I'm
every dream you hold *

* So come with me forever

* We'll make it last forever

* I'll carve my name in stone

* Well you have my heart