All language subtitles for Breeders.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-Mom.
-Yes?

-Okay. I want
a big party this year.
-Serious?

-I want a quinceañera.
-Quinceañera?

We can't do that.
We're too white for that.
We're not allowed.

-AVA: Where's Giraffe?
-PAUL: He's down here, love.

-PAUL: He's on the settee.
-ALLY: Did you say "settee"?

How have I never noticed
you say "settee" before?

PAUL: What should I say, then? "Couch"?

ALLY: "Couch?" No, twat.
Sofa. It's a sofa.

-AVA: Is Giraffe alive?
-PAUL: Not really.

-AVA: Is Giraffe dead?
-ALLY: Come on.

Let's not be late
for parents' evening.

Only people in their slippers
are late for parents' evening.

-PAUL: Oh, bugger.
-ALLY: What?

-Dad's had a fall.
-Oh, no.

A bad one? Is he okay?

He says he's all right.

Just bruises and I'm guessing
that's "sprained ankle."

It's auto-corrected
to "spirit animal."

He's at that age
where you don't fall over.

You "have a fall."

No one ever says
Lionel Messi's had a fall.

"He's onside. He's in the box.
But, oh, no, look.

Lionel's had a fall."

-Oi!
-PAUL: Watch it.

Mind the road.
Oh, man.

I am not ready to be looking
after Mum and Dad, you know?

I mean, I don't mind
this sort of parenting thing,

but one where you're actuallywiping your own parents' asses,

that's a different ball game.

Luke, careful. Sorry. Sorry.

He thinks he's--oh, I can't
think of a famous scooterer.

I don't think there are any.

So will we be seeing Luke
in the Year Three production?

-Um...
-Um, well, not onstage,

but he's doing that sort of
behind-the-scenes stuff,

-aren't you, love?
-I'm doing all the lights.

Aw. Oh, well. Never mind.
Maybe next year.

Come on.

Fuck them.

The fucking Hicksons.

And their fucking outfits.

-Ponces. I can't stand him.
-Or her.

Do you know that
she's having an affair?

Not for the first time either,
'cause he's so gray and dull,

and she seems sort of
'70s-swinger throwback.

-We're best, aren't we?
-We are best.

Mm.

[irreverent music]

♪ ♪

He's basically
a pleasure to teach.

-ALLY: Aww.
-PAUL: Aw, good.

He's very happy, joins in.

Well-behaved, usually.
[chuckles]

[laughs]
The main thing, really,

is that Luke's happy
at Park Grove

and he wants to come
to school every morning.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Yes. Sorry.

You were saying earlier on
about Luke's reading...

-TEACHER: Yes.
-That it was average.

For his age, yes.

Absolutely where he should be.

PAUL: Right.
'Cause I thought, um--

I mean, he's not a genius
or anything.

-LUKE: They've extinguished--
-Wow.

I didn't know
you knew that word.

That's a big word
for a seven-year-old to know.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You're actually reading it;
you're not just remembering it

from when I read it to you.

No, I'm good at reading
and writing.

Yes, you are,
clever sausage.

You know,
I wanted to be a writer

when I was a kid

or an artist, you know?

Cartoonist, maybe,
combine the two.

Why didn't you?

Eh, you know, life gets
in the way, doesn't it?

You drift.

Then you two came along...

[inhales deeply]
I'm not blaming you.

Just, you did ask.

Right. Chapter four.

I mean, obviously
I'm not saying he's gifted,

but he's not ungifted,

and if you're saying
he's average--

Luke's around aboutwhere we would expect him to be

for this part of Key Stage 1.

-His reading is bang on target.-ALLY: Great.

On target is great.

It's great.
Luke loves reading.

It's just books, books,
books, books, books.

Aw. That's good to hear.
[laughs]

Sometimes I say to him,"Can you just put the book down

-and play with the bloody iPad?"
-Hmm.

I don't. I don't.
That was just a joke.

We don't swear at home
or anywhere, actually.

Sorry. Uh...

just to--
I'm sorry,

I don't want to bang on
relentlessly about this--

I promise you--
but are there any

above-average readers
in Luke's class?

W-we have young learnerswith a wide range of abilities.

A significant percentage
of our pupils

have a first language
other than English.

-Right.
-TEACHER: So everyone works

towards a target
that suits their ability.

PAUL: And that works?

I mean, in the same classroom,

no one suffers,
the gifted or--

We tend not to say
"gifted" these days.

-Right.-But no one is at a disadvantage

-in a mixed ability classroom.
-Mm.

In fact,
all the children tend to...

-Be average.
-Thrive.

PAUL: Great.

ALLY: Such a lovely vibe
about this school.

-PAUL: Ooh.
-Oh, thank you.

And I presume
we'll be seeing Ava

in the Park Grove
reception class in September.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
She'll be here.

-TEACHER: Oh.
-ALLY: [laughs]

-ALLY: Excellent.
-TEACHER: Right.

PAUL: Look, I'm just trying
to make sure--

Jesus, Paul.
Jesus Christ up a tree.

Can't you see how
out of order you've been?

LUKE: Are you two arguing?

PAUL: No, it's a loud,
tense discussion.

Go get ready for your bath.
I'm sorry.

I thought we discussed putting
Ava's name down ages ago.

-Bollocks did we.
-Look, if she can get

a reception place
at West Street school--

But we looked at that school
for Luke,

and it was massively
oversubscribed.

No, there were
less four-year-olds

in their catchment this year,

so Ava has a real chance
of getting in.

And with the sibling policy--

What, then Luke could be
first in the queue

when a place becomes free?

It's the golden ticket, mate.

Ofsted says West Street
is outstanding.

It stands out.

Park Grove is adequate.

Now, Luke and Ava
are smart kids, Ally.

They need to fulfill
their potential.

LUKE: Uh-oh, my vest is stuck
on my ears again.

[bass music]

I can't get it off.

PAUL: Oh, Christ.

♪

[kids laughing]

There's all that amazing music
and drama at Park Grove.

The stencil art,
the poetry slam.

I love poetry.

I love it,
the idea of it.

But what about reading
and maths?

West Street is outstanding
at reading and maths.

Am I going to a new school?

-ALLY: No.
-PAUL: Maybe.

Not yet.
Don't worry about it.

[Paul sighs]

Let's not pressure them.

It's only primary school.

They should be
enjoying themselves.

Yeah, I know.

But if they don't pass
their SATs, right,

they don't get into
the good secondary.

Then they don't get
into the good university,

so they can't get
a decent job.

They can't afford to rent,
let alone buy a flat.

They can't settle down.
They can't have kids.

Ava is only four.

How have we got
to her having kids already?

Luke is happy where he is.

Plus, it's 13 seconds away.

It would take longer
to teleport

because you'd have
to plug the teleporter in

or connect it to Bluetooth
or however they work.

-But what has brought this on?
-LUKE: Stop splashing me!

-AVA: Stop copying me!
-Nothing's brought this on.

-I just want--
-LUKE: Stop copying me!

Shut the fuck up
with the splashing!

Jesus Christ!

I just want
what's best for the kids,

and I don't want to set them upto fail this early on.

-There's nothing more to it?
-Nope.

[percussive music]

♪

[exhales]
I'm so relieved, Nadia.

[chuckles]
And really pleased for Helen.

That's a huge weight
off my mind and my shoulders.

-Really?
-Absolutely.

Because my fear was,
if I'd got this promotion--

sideways move,
whatever you want to call it--

It is a promotion.

My fear was that, uh,

it's basically
just an admin job,

and that would take me
away from--

I mean,
I guess a lot of what I do now

you could call admin,
but I still feel

like I'm,
if not at the coal face,

then certainly still down the
pit, do you know what I mean,

with my filthy hands
and my Cornish pasty.

Sorry, that's tin mining.

[chuckles]

Do you want any feedback

as to why
Helen got the job over you?

No, I'm all right,
I think.

-Oh.
-No. Yes, I would, please.

Can I hear it?

Well, you're the longest-servingemployee here,

-hugely respected by everyone.
-Thank you.

But you just didn't seem that
hungry for this new challenge,

and we needed someone hungry.

-Right.
-Mm.

Okay.

That's food for thought.

I appreciate the feedback
of the thought food

that I am hungry for.

-Sorry. Thank you.
-Hmm.

Uh, yeah. Thank you.

[grunts]

-Cheers.
-Bye, Paul.

♪

[sighs]

[hinges squeak]

We inquired about places,
by the way, rang 'em up.

What? Places?
Rang who up?

Langham House
old people's home

or whatever you call it now.

Care facility.

They take
council-funded residents.

There's a bookie's
two streets away.

We'd be happy there.

You don't need to be
in a home.

-What are you on about?
-Jim's falls made us think.

We're not getting
any more nimble,

and you don't want
to be looking after us

when we're doolally, do you,

or have us staying with you,
dribbling all over the shop,

audible farts,
et cetera.

This is daft.
Stop talking daft.

You got years till you start
thinking about that stuff.

-Ooh!
-Hey, steady, Dad.

They gave you a stick.
Use your stick.

I don't want to use my stick.

I'll look old with my stick.

You look old
with your face, mate,

-never mind your bloody stick.
-PAUL: Sit down here.

I'll put this stuff
in the loft.

What is all this crap anyway?

Oh, it's things we buy
off the shopping channels.

It's our secret shame.

PAUL: What's this thing?

It's a kit to turn 8-millimetercine film into video.

We've never had
a cine camera.

No, I know that now, butI forgot in the QVC excitement.

They're very persuasive,
those people.

-PAUL: Mm-hmm.
-They could be barristers

or hypnotists.

But we want it
all hidden in the loft

'cause a means-test lady's
coming to see

if we're eligible for council
funding for the care home.

Stop talking
about going into a care home,

or I'll put you in a care home.

♪

[door slams]

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

You like your school,
don't you, Luke?

-No.
-What, you mean you don't like

your school, or you just
don't like going to school?

I like our house.

Yeah, but you can't
be homeschooled,

because you'll end up
on Only Connect.

AVA: Mummy, I can't find
my stickers.

What? I don't understand.

-Surprise!
-Ah! Fuck!

Oh! [groaning]

Oh, God.
Oh, Michael?

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

-Oh, my balls.-LUKE: You mustn't say "balls."

It's rude.
You say "rice-icles."

It's "testicles."
It's not "rice-icles."

-Hello.
-Hi, honey.

Oh.

[groans]

Huh.

You kept all my drawings.

JACKIE: Of course.
We're proud of them.

They're in the loft, though.

JIM: We're not gonna frame them,are we?

That would be weird to have
something up on the wall

that your son drew
when he was ten

and now he's 45.

Yeah, fair enough.

The loft is a halfway house

between having them on the wall

and burning them
on the allotment.

I wish you could've carried on
with your drawing, Paul.

You were good.

PAUL: Okay, fine.

Um, Helen, h-hi.

I just wanted to say

huge congratulations
on getting the job.

Oh, thank you, Paul.

I've been wanting to say
to you that--

No. I know. It's--
No, it's difficult, isn't it?

Is it commiserations?

That seems a bit heavy.
No one died.

[laughs]
Yeah. Bad luck, then.

Thank you.

I still think
you should've got the job.

You've been here so long.

Well, thank--
Yes. No.

I have been here a while.

Y-you went to Cambridge, right?

Yeah.
Not really.

I mean, I did go there,
yeah,

but it was one
of the newer colleges.

I didn't deserve
to get in at all.

Total fluke.

They probably just let in

a couple of lucky thickos
every year.

-Come on.
-You?

No, I didn't really
do university.

I thought perhaps I might go
to art school, maybe.

Why didn't you?

Life gets in the way,
doesn't it?

You drift. Suddenly you find
yourself in late 30s, and--

LUKE: Where do you live?

MICHAEL: [laughs]
Wherever I lay my hat.

You haven't got a hat.

Have you lost your hat?

I thought you were
in Cape Town.

Well, Cheryl kicked me
to the curb.

We were too far apart.

Yeah, by about 40 years.

-Is he really your daddy?
-Yep.

[laughing]
You haven't got a daddy.

-Everybody's got a daddy.
-Hmm, yes.

Some more than others.

C-could we walk a bit
more slowly, please?

My balls.

-Rice-icles.
-Let's just say "balls."

"Balls" is fine.

AVA: Balls!

JACKIE: Give our love
to the little ones.

-Yeah.
-JACKIE: Does Luke still want

to be an astronaut?

He told me he wanted
to be a rhino.

Oh, well, he can be
whatever he wants.

[laughs]
I love it when we say that.

He can't, can he?

No.
"Dream big," it's such a lie.

You should try
that Saint-John's-wort.

It perks you up.

No, I'm fine. I'm not depressed.I'm just a realist.

What was I on
when I had my episode?

-Lithium.
-Lithium.

JACKIE: They don't
do that anymore,

like the electric shocks.

I don't need lithium.

Don't knock it
till you've tried it.

Fuckin' brilliant.

I didn't know the time of day,
who I was.

I just floated
from one meal to the other,

no pants on.

Terrific.

I was on the vodka with it,
so that helped.

God, you're a lucky woman.

[laughs]

Look, Luke loves
his dinosaurs, right,

so we say to him, "You're gonnabe a paleontologist."

But he's not gonna be
a paleontologist, is he?

Ava loves her ballet, but she'snot gonna be a ballerina.

Why not?

Ballerinas exist, Paul.
I've seen them.

Mum,
lottery millionaires exist.

Conjoined twins exist.
Sexy racists exist.

But they're rare.

Ava will most likely becomean area manager for Super Drug,

not a ballerina.

You've lost your spark, Paul.

I always blamed that
secondary school you went to.

Whoa. Hang on.
St. Edmund's was great.

It was the best state school
in the area.

I know, but they sucked
all the creativity out of you.

You never said that
at the time.

You stopped your writing.

-You stopped drawing.
-Mm-hmm.

Before you went there,

you were bursting
with creativity.

Then you became a husk.

A husk? Fucking hell.

Not a husk, Jim.
He wasn't a husk.

Wrong word. Sorry.

I'm on codeine for me ankle.

They didn't value art
or stories at St. Edmund's.

They thought life was a battle
and you should knuckle down

and pass your exams
and get a good job,

which you did,
so there's that.

And you love your work,
don't you?

Yeah.

You still at that charity place?

Yeah, for 22 years now, Dad.

Thought so.

Christ.

-Love you.
-JIM: Bye.

PAUL: Love you.

[lively music]

[groaning playfully]

Mm. Ah!

[laughs]

Oh.
What's that?

-[gasps]
-Whoa.

Ooh.

-Whoa! You're a magician.
-Mm-hmm.

-Have I met you before?
-Yeah, you wouldn't remember.

You were tiny
when I last visited.

And you, sweet little Ava,
barely even existed.

-Was I dead?
-No one's ever dead.

Our molecules existed
when the universe formed,

and they'll exist for eternity.

We all live forever,

so you never have to be
scared of anything.

LUKE: Really? Nothing?

You've been around
since the dawn of time.

What's there to be scared of?

Can you help me
with my homework?

Don't do homework, Lukey.

-Rip it up. It's useless crap.
-Mm-mm.

I used to stop your mother
from doing her homework.

School is nonsense.

No, it's not nonsense.

Pressuring kids to learn

what some dead white dudes
want 'em to know?

In 1492, Columbus sailed
the ocean blue.

Pythagoras. Oxbow lakes.

Dead kings.

It's dull.
It's crap.

I dropped out
of high school at 14.

Never went to college.

Education is for idiots.

Go. Play.
Be a human.

[kids yelling gleefully]

That's not helpful.

Kids need an education.
It's tough out there.

It's only tough if you let
yourself believe it's tough.

Oh, maybe if you fuck off
all responsibility

and abandon your family
whenever it suits you,

then yeah,
maybe it's not so tough.

[Ally scoffs]

-Here.
-Thank you.

You got anywhere to stay?

Yeah.

-No.
-Got any money?

-Some.
-How much?

Very, very little.

Look, if I can
sleep here tonight,

I can look up a couple
of old friends tomorrow.

Maybe one of them has
a mattress and a blanket,

you know, pillow,
some sheets.

A bed, basically.

You know, I was foraging

on that railway
embankment earlier.

Found some
really good mushrooms

and young nettles
and some wild garlic.

Now, if you've got cream
and a splash of white wine,

I can cook for you and Liam.

-It's Paul.
-Sorry.

Paul. Yes. Fuck.

[chuckling] Sorry.

[sighs]
Liam was--

-Shut up about Liam.
-Yeah.

So do you want
a hunter-gatherer meal?

It's mainly gathering.

The mushrooms
tend to not move around.

Yeah.

[bluesy music playing
on harmonica]

♪ ♪

[Paul laughs]

That was amazing.

[chuckles]
I do what I can.

I'm not really a harp player,
but it is portable.

Uh, the food was great
as well, Michael.

MICHAEL: Thanks.

-Free food tastes special.
-PAUL: Mm-hmm.

Also, when I was
on the embankment,

-I saw a fox...
-PAUL: Mm-hmm.

And it let me sit with it
for a while.

[gasps]

-That's good, isn't it?
-AVA: We can't sleep.

Can Grandpa Michael
read us a bedtime story?

No, I can't.

-BOTH: Aw.
-But I can create one

with you as the heroes.

How's that?

Okay, you're ninja
alien vampires,

and you're in ancient Greece,

and you've got
special animal powers.

-LUKE: I'm a lion!
-AVA: I'm Harry Potter!

LUKE: That's not an animal.

How's it all going,
you and Michael?

-Complicated as ever.
-Ah.

-Hmm.
-Is he staying here?

Yeah, for just
one night, apparently.

-Ah.
-[chuckles]

Okay.

Listen, Al, I've been thinking
about schools--rethinking.

Uh, I was wrong.

Ava should go to Luke's school,

and they should do the drama

and the stories and the art
and not be pressured.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, bottom line is,

I don't want the kids
to turn out like me.

-Oh, don't say that.
-No, really, I-I mean it.

You know me, and I'm--

I'm not a happy person,
and they should be happy.

The thing is that I've beenthinking--well, rethinking--too,

and I realize thatI don't want them to turn out--

-Like you?
-Fuck off!

No, like Michael,
like my dad.

It would be fantastic
if they turned out like me.

-I'm great.
-Yes, obviously.

Fucking hell, Paul.

-I'm sorry. It's--
-[chuckles]

The last time my dad paid tax
was in 1983.

He's relied on his looks,
charm, and charisma

to get by his whole life,
and it's got him nothing.

Foraging for fucking mushrooms.

I want the kids
to turn out like you.

I mean, the reason
that I had kids with you

is because you are
the opposite of my father.

[laughs]
So I'm not a charming,

handsome,
charismatic maverick, then?

-No.
-[laughter]

You know what I mean.

The kids deserve the best startthat we can give them,

so let's--let's try and get Avainto West Street school,

and she and Luke
can do their drama

and stuff on the weekends.

Now, I don't want them
to get to 70

and be on a railway linechatting shit to a fucking fox.

[laughter]

Yeah.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

See, this will tell us
to the nearest centimeter

how close we are
to West Street school.

Proximity's key,
and there can't be

many kids of Ava's age
who live much closer.

-Oh, shit.
-What?

ALLY: That house is under offer,

and yesterday I saw
the Hicksons looking round it.

-The fucking Hicksons?
-Yep.

They couldn't be closer
to the school.

They've got the golden ticket.

Their little girl
gets into reception,

and then their boy gets
the next place in Year Four.

[Paul exhales]

Well, it might not be
the Hicksons buying it.

Might be a single man,
a eunuch

just enjoying
the free-spirited...

eunuch lifestyle

or a pedophile who just wants
to live near a school.

Nah, it's the adulterous
fucking Hicksons, all right.

It's got Hicksons
written all over it

in dog shit.

♪

You want a coffee?

♪

Hi.
Yeah, it's, uh, Greg Hickson.

Yeah, c-calling about
37 West Street.

Yeah, I'm ringing to confirm

that we're good to go ahead
with the survey.

Okay. Yeah. No, no.
It's all good our end.

Speak to you soon.
Thank you. Bye-bye.

Fucking Hicksons
are buying the house.

-Shit.
-Look. Look.

Greg Hickson is an independent
financial adviser.

Of course he is.
Fucking wealth manager.

-Prick, more like.
-Good. Nice play on words.

-Thank you.
-Oh, look.

There's an email form here.

You can write to Greg
and discuss with him

how he might manage
your massive wealth.

-No.
-No.

-No, can't do that.
-No. Def--definitely not.

Definitely not. Can we, though?

-No.
-No.

Might solve the problem,
though.

Anonymous, untraceable.
We're on the café's Wi-Fi.

No, it's not right or moral.

Or is it a bit right
and moral?

I don't know.
I'm not here to judge.

Why don't you start typing
and see how it feels?

"Dear Mr. Hickson,

we think you should know
that your wi"--

Oh, I can't do it.
I can't even do it.

Let's see if I can.
What were you saying?

"We think you should know
that your"--

-Wife.
-What's her name?

Mrs. Hickson? I don't know.

"That your wife has"...

"Has been having an affair

"with her hot physiotherapist

for the last 18 months."

-Christ.
-[laughs]

Should we lose "hot"?

Well, no, 'cause he is hot.

If it's the one I'm thinking of,he's not really hot.

He's more sort of obvious.

Yeah, but you're thinking
of him, aren't you?

-I wish I could stop.
-[laughs]

-I'm losing "hot."
-Yeah, lose "hot."

Lose "hot."

Okay. Done.

We're not sending this.

No. No.

-Having said that--
-Mm.

Could mean the difference
between a life of happiness

or misery for our kids.

-Quick! Fuck.
-What?

It's Greg Hickson.

Holy shit.

[cell phone chimes]

♪

Fucking hell.
It sent.

No. What the fuck?

♪

Shit. He's reading it.
Oh, no. Fuck.

Fucking hell.

He's getting up.
He's going.

-PAUL: He did?
-ALLY: He looks angry.

Fucking hell, Ally.

Oh, God.

♪

The others were now
running back--

MICHAEL: I knew I wanted to be
either a cowboy

or a rock and roll musician,

and it worked out.

[Jackie laughs]

JACKIE: Oh, did you have
a nice walk?

Great. It was just a walk,
really. Nothing happened.

-Where'd you guys go?
-Nowhere, really.

Just sort of around.
Hello, Mum.

Wasn't expecting to see you.

Well, we came over
with some more of your art.

PAUL: Oh, cool.

JACKIE: Thought you might like
to show Luke and Ava.

PAUL: Ha-ha.

-And between us...
-Hmm.

I think Jim's
a bit jealous with Michael

being on the scene again.

He's used to being
the only granddad.

This young man's
an excellent reader.

PAUL: Yeah. Good, isn't he?

Ally, I looked up those guys
I thought might have a room.

-And?
-And one is in a graveyard.

And the other
is in an open prison.

Right.
So do you have a plan B?

I would only
be with you guys...

a week, three tops,

until I can find a room
or a hostel.

Well, you can't stay
in a hostel.

They're for backpackers
and drunks.

Yeah, ooh, maybe don't take
that thought any further.

Oh. We had
the council chummy round.

Ah?

JIM: Turns out,
we're not eligible

for council funding for a home

because we've got
a bit of savings

and a few bob
in a private pension.

So we've decided on Dignitas.

Dignitas?

When we become
an intolerable burden,

we'll head off to Dignitas.

Or if there's a cheaper one
by then, Easy Death.

Or if Lidl gets into the market,we'll go with them.

Hmm.

But we might not realize,
Paul.

We might be all demented,

so we'll leave it to you.

When you think
we've become a burden,

just say "Dignitas"

or maybe "Big D," code,

and we'll book our tickets.

They were a make
of peanuts, Big D.

So you basically appointed me
as your executioner?

-They were around in the '70s.
-Mm-hmm.

JIM: They were the best peanutsout there, I thought.

Like Tudor Crisps
were the bests crisps.

-Yeah.
-We don't want to be a drain.

You won't be,

so you don't need to call
Dignitas, all right?

We'll--we'll work
something out.

-Yes.-So much salt on a Tudor Crisp.

Man, they had weight, you know?

My mouth's bloody watering now.

[chuckles awkwardly]
Ah.

Right?

[lively music]

♪ ♪

Just like the film.

[chuckling]

Are these seats taken?

Oh, no. Please.

Thanks.

So what's your Josh's role
in the play?

He's playing Robin.

-Hood?
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Wow.

Did you have to make
the costume?

Oh, the children and I
did it together, actually.

Aw.

It helped take their mind
off their father.

You've heard, I take it?

Yeah, that Greg is now
living elsewhere?

-We're divorcing.
-ALLY: Oh.

I'm sorry.
That is a tough business.

It's complicated,
who owns what.

We were in the middle of buyingproperty on West Street,

and that's not happening now.

-That's a shame.
-Oh, that's a huge, sad shame.

-Can't afford it.
-Mm.

It was for my mother
so that she could be nearer

-as she gets older.
-Your mother?

Well, she's not getting
any younger.

Uh, your mum was gonna live
in West Street on her own?

Thinking about it,

it would've been a waste
of such a big house.

-[chuckles]
-Anyway, Katie Marshall's

just had
an offer accepted on it.

That's her there.

Her son's a merry man.

She wants her twins to get
into West Street reception

in September so that Jamescan get in on a sibling policy.

Oh, I see. Smart move.

-It's an outstanding school.
-I've heard.

Oh, yeah.

[fanfare playing]

Oh.
[mutters]

♪

Is your lad, Luke,
doing the lights?

Lighting director, actually.

-Clever boy.
-Yeah.

-Mm.
-Christ.

LUKE: Uh-oh, sorry.

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music]

♪

Captioned by Captionmax

Pulling hair is wrong, mate.

I mean, all violence is wrong,but at least punching's a sport.

-Is it?
-Yes, boxing.

Boxing's in the Olympics.
Hair pulling isn't.

-It would be funny if it was.-It really would be.

How exactly would you
describe your brand?

Testing! Ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh.

I feel like my brand is
everything you loved about
the classic movies

of our childhood,
like The Sandlot,

Billy Madison, Apocalypse Now, Happy Gilmore, Clueless.

-[crowd cheering]
-MC: We got Lil Dicky
in the house!

But at the same time,
I feel like my brand
is not rooted in the past.

It's actually
very forward-thinking
and, like, futuristic.

I don't know, man.

I look like the back
of a playing card.

-Everything is just
getting really weird.
-[fly buzzing]

-You know?-Yeah. Let me write that down.

-Here it comes.
-[shouts]

-Take off your hat.
-I can't.

-Take off
this enormous jacket.
-Mm-mmm.

-And stop showing up so late.-Mm-mmm.

-[grunts]-[gasps] Oh, God. Are you okay?

Oh, no. No. Shut up.

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

[screams]