All language subtitles for Ate de Jong & Emily Harris - Love Is Thicker Than Water (English with English Subs)

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I'm not picking that up.
Not until you say sorry.

Well, then it'll stay
there till a new owner moves in,

or you get a new boyfriend,

'cause I don't need
to say sorry.

Can you imagine us
growing old together?

Well, I think we have
great role models.

If you look at our parents,
they're still together.

Can you just say that again? But just,
like, while you're eating a bit of toast.

Can you imagine us
growing old together?

I think its very difficult.

You look at our parents...

That's not what you said.

Time moves on.
Opinions change.

Trust.

Loyalty.

Honesty.

Friendship.

Love.

Lust.

- More love.
- More sex.

Green.

Red. Definitely red.

Mountain or beach?

Mountain.

- Night or day?
- Night.

I like night.

Your hair.
Definitely your hair.

Your fingers.
Strong and soft.

Your eyes, I think,
um, black diamonds.

Black diamonds?

You sound sexy
when you disagree.

I always disagree.

And you'll
always be sexy.

Mm.

I love you, Arthur Davis.

We only just met.

And it's long enough
to know I love you.

You're amazing.

Vida...

Berliner.

Berliner.

Vida Berliner.

Like this.
See that.

Don't move.
Don't move, don't move.

More champagne, my lady?

Okay, come on. I bet I can hit it in.
Give me one.

What're you gonna bet?

Um, I bet,

that, if, if...

if I get it in,

if I miss,

if I get it in,

I promise to make you
cum again.

I will make you cum
like a tornado.

Like a fucking tornado.

- If you get it in,
- Yeah...

I may let you
hold my hand.

What... Wait, what if I miss?

Then you
have to sacrifice yourself.

Yeah, fair enough.
All right.

Can you go check?

I can't check.
It's a Sabbath.

At 6:30 in the morning?

Uh-huh. You check.
Go ahead, boy.

I can't. I'm lazy.

- Whoa!
- Oh, fuck!

Oh, that's erupted.

Oh, we'll never make the
winds of love howl again.

- That depends.
- On what?

The tornado.

Wow. They'd be crazy
not to take you on.

And I should be crazy
if they did.

Why, you're so good?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Your turn.

Gimme a sec. Uh...

Um, it's not much,
really, but, um...

hold on.

Right, here you go.

Thought you flushed yourself
down the toilet.

You are so talented.

No, it's just
a bit of fun.

It's so cool.

What do you even call it?

It's a hobby. I never
show it to anyone.

You just showed it to me
so you could fuck me.

Isn't that another one
of your talents?

Fuck! Fuck!

Right turn.

Oh, fuck.

Shit. Sorry.

It's £30,000.

Happy Hanukkah!

All right, come on.
Ah, come on!

Hanukkah gelt!

- Hanukkah gelt!
- No, no, no, no! Our guest! Our guest!

Oh!

Oh, gelt is the Yiddish word for
money, and we give it to each other.

To remember
to be generous.

Just a reminder, of course.
Not actual generosity.

So, what do you think about everything
going on in Palestine, Arthur?

Oh, well, um, I guess Hamas
aren't exactly saints...

Well, you see, you have to be pro-Israel
'cause you're fucking my sister.

- Oh, please, Helen, stop it.
- What?

Now, come on,
no negative subjects.

Hanukkah. It's forbidden.

So nobody
has anything positive to say?

Arthur's moving in
with me.

Mm.
It's a really nice donut.

Okay.

You, you've been using...

Johnnys. Rubbers.

Pigskins. Raincoats.

Vida, it's not funny.

I can hear you
laughing inside.

Dad, I need you to give
me the spare key as well.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Should never have bought you
that flat.

I could just move
back here.

Yeah.

I'll bring you
hot chocolate in bed.

- Yeah?
- Uh huh.

I'll read
bed time stories.

Arthur loves to read me
bed time stories.

When he's not, um,

You just use...

Condoms.

That's the medical term.

What a nice donut.

What a nice donut.

Is it donut?

Donuts.

- Donut.
- Donuts.

Where did you grow up, Arthur?

I grew up in Port Talbot.

Uh, yeah, when I was a kid, I thought
it was the best place in the world.

Everyone loves
where they grew up.

Oh, I didn't particularly
care for Washington.

Oh, you grew up
in America, did you?

Uh, a few years, yes. My father
was in the Foreign Office.

Go on, tell him
the White House story.

Yeah, tell him
about Jackie Kennedy.

I played hide and seek with the
Kennedy kids in the Oval Office.

Jackie tried
to convert her to Catholicism.

Thank God that didn't work.

What does your father do?

Oh, he worked in the steel works
his whole life.

He's retired now, but started a
business, fixing appliances.

Oh, that's fantastically,
yeah, interesting.

And you?

Uh...

I'm a bike courier,
at the moment, uh...

raising money to study
economics here in London.

Oh, so you wanna become
an accountant?

No, no, if I study economics, then I've got
a shot at management back in the works.

A management position, huh?

Your parents must be,
uh, very proud.

Oh, let me help you
with that.

No, no, no. If we want to,

Are you really moving in
with my daughter?

Do you mind?

Not if she's happy
with an accountant.

- Love you.
- Love you.

Mm.

- Love you more.
- Me too, Mushki, me too.

They really liked you.

Yeah? What would they
have done if they didn't?

Killed you.
With kindness.

Oh, that's brilliant.

I can't wait.

She's got a really
weird sense of humor.

It's her defense.

- She's weird.
- She's had a tough time.

Her mother survived
a concentration camp.

She's a violinist.

And was forced to play at the
entrance of the gas chambers

while people
were herded in.

And she knew what happened in there, so
she tried to play as best she could,

hoping people would die better if they
just had a little Mozart or Bach.

Try raising a normal
family after that.

Jesus, Vida,
I'm sorry. I...

No, no, no. My grandmother
never ever talked about it.

After the liberation, she came
here, met my grandfather.

And she became
a celebrated violinist,

and my grandfather became ambassador
to Portugal, and then to America.

And my mother sensed
her mother's grief.

And so she made
everybody laugh

with her weird
black humor.

Wow. I mean, yeah.

Wow. The only thing my family's ever
done is work in the steel works.

Nothing wrong
with that.

Only thing they care about is rugby, beer
and three minutes of sex before midnight.

Yeah. Those are the men.
What about the women?

Uh, five minutes?

Very good.

Oh, my God. Look at that Hoover.
So cheap.

I mean, it costs
some more to repair, but...

Are you sure?

Yeah, use it.

And whenever
you're ready.

Do you think
your family will like me?

Yeah, you're gonna
get along with them perfectly.

Have another biscuit.

Oh, no, thank you.
I've had three already.

Oh, Welsh boys like a bit of flesh
on their girls, don't they, Arthur?

Yeah, Vida goes easy
on the sugar, Mum.

Really? A good cup of tea needs
at least two or three spoonfuls,

or it's bitter as sin.

- Tea?
- Oh, um...

Do you have
anything herbal?

Herbal tea?

Yeah, I can't drink caffeine. It
makes me a little fuzzy-buzzy.

Oh, well, wonderful.

Dad! Fish and chips!

Extra salt, Llion?

Those chips are herbal, honey.

Vic?

When Halloween
wobbly-bobbly forgot ya.

Oh, here you go,
dear. Hang on.

Oh. It's a bit early for,
I don't eat...

Just
an afternoon snack.

And there's
no sugar...

in fish and chips!

Vida studied at the
Royal College of Music, Dad.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, she's a cellist.

Dad plays tuba
for the work's brass band.

Really?

Perhaps you could
play together, sometime.

Uh, yeah, I...

Um, Vida's dad's
a doctor.

Eat your chips, Arthur.

Thank you.

I wanted to give these
to Arthur.

I don't think
he really wears pajamas.

Oh, he'll want these. I washed them especially
for him when I knew you were coming.

Thank you.

Do you love him?

Make sure you give him
his pajamas, right?

I don't want him
to catch pneumonia.

Room service.

When did you start wearing
these undies?

Vida...

Johnnys.

They're my brother's.

I don't really
know my real brother.

You're breaking
all the house rules.

Oh, God, stop it.

Please,
stop it. Please.

Oh, my God.

I don't want them
to hear us.

- Oh, my gosh.
- I can be really quiet.

- I can't.
- Oh.

Shh. They'll have a heart attack.

Stop it.
Stop it. Shh!

Someone's up.

Who's having
a heart attack now?

Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know...
I couldn't lock the door.

Oh, no, its...
Its been broken for years.

Ah.

Let me just...
Here you go.

Perfect.

Sorry, I'm gonna leave...

No, stay, stay. You've got
a sister, haven't you?

- What?
- Yeah, it's fine.

And, do you, do you make
money playing the cello?

Uh, no, not yet.

Oh, could you, um, can you
pass me the loo roll, please?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mm-hmm.

Do you have, like a, did you
have an accident on your arm?

Oh, no, it's a,
it's a present of my brother.

What? Arthur?

No, he gave me this one.
I'll show you.

Whoa.

Yeah.

I know.

And, he, um,

sorry, he like,

- he stabbed me with scissors when I was really young.
- Oh, I'm...

No, I'm only joking. I fell
off my bike when I was five.

Pigeons are monogamous.

They mate for life.

No lie. No cheat.

They always
come back.

If more men were like you, my
mum would be out of a job.

Is she
a prostitute?

No, she's a divorce lawyer.

Doesn't speak Welsh anymore.

Not since he fucks
his rich London jew girl.

Oh, what's her name?

Calls her fuzzy-buzzy.

Vida.

Are you cold?

No. This fresh air
is doing its magic.

You know, you're the first person I've
ever met who calls this stink fresh air.

Doesn't your first
playground always smell like spring?

35 years. Incredible.

Yeah. My dad worked here
all his life.

Dad, he went on permanent sick
leave just after Ron died.

How did Ron die?

Um...

His, um...

His heart, just, um,
went, outta nowhere.

In the middle of night
shift at the works.

He'd only been there for three months.
Was 18 years old.

We all called him Guppie.

Ron, he didn't
talk very much.

It'll be
his birthday soon.

And those pajamas.

Um, yeah. Well, I'll just
put them under the, um,

under the pillow.

If mum comes to...

You should animate Ron.
Bring him back to life.

Are you serious?

You should do it
for your family.

That's a really shite
idea, Vida.

- No, it's not. It's a brilliant idea.
- Yes, it is.

- It's a terrible one. No.
- No.

Why?

- No.
- Why not?

- Ron isn't your business.
- He is my business.

Excuse me?

Because you're
my business.

No. Some things
are personal for a reason.

Sara? You coming
back to bed?

How do you feel?

Oh, you wanna have
sex in the car?

That's not
what I said.

There's no parents around,
you know.

No, no.

It's mommy!

Oh, no, don't do that.
No, no.

- Hello.
- Hi, Mum.

- Just checking you're...
- Uh, yeah, sure, yeah. We're, um, almost back now.

Did you leave in the middle
of the night?

- The poor girl's ill.
- Yeah, she...

No, she's just asleep.

She's asleep now.

And Vince sends
his regards.

- Anwyn is now assistant manager in the supermarket.
- Mum!

Such a great girl.
You've always liked her.

Yeah, um, yeah, Vida's just,
um, woken up, actually.

She wants to talk
to you.

Hi, Mrs. Davies.

Do come down
again, soon.

Yeah, I'd love to... We'd love
to come back really soon.

Um, sorry, no, we'll definitely
try to come back really soon.

Are you still there?

Sorry, I'm so sorry, Blackwood
Tunnel, and we're just losing...

- I'm... I'm... I'm losing you.
- Hello?

How could you?

How could I?
I could, and I did!

Who's Anwyn?

Um...

I'm gonna animate you, the
meanest woman in the world.

Lying to my mother.

A place in art school and...

Getting more materials for Arthur
Davies in this amazing broadcast.

Chapter one.

How does it feel to be the son
of the family Port Talbot

steel mill worker,
Arthur Davies?

Vida, I don't wanna
watch myself having a poo.

This is really
golden stuff, okay?

This kind of found footage,
it's um...

It's literally shit.

Okay.

I should get personal.

Self-portrait for, um,

after dark
art school application.

For Vida.

Fuck.

Are you pissed off
with me?

Mm.

Hey.

What would you like me
to do for you?

Think of this as a next
level getting to know you.

Um...

I would, um...

I would, I'd quite like
to watch you masturbate.

That is fucking
fucked up.

- That is so... Get out.
- Okay.

Yeah, okay, okay. Okay.
I'll do it if you do it.

Excuse me?

I said, you go first,
and then I'll do it.

I can't do it
if you're watching.

Then how can I see
if I'm not watching?

Okay.

No, I can't do it.
I can't.

I can't do it in the bed.

I can only do it in the shower.
I only do it in the shower.

How was it for you, darling?

Will you marry me?

Now!

I'm not drunk enough
for a shot at wedding.

Stay there!
Stay right there!

Okay.

Whiskey. Vodka. Gin!

You have 15 minutes.

Um, we're not
in Vegas, sweetheart.

It's an old vial. Anyone
can officially marry us.

My mother told me, and she's a
divorce lawyer, so she knows this.

That's always good.

Very nice.

Vida.

Sure, I'll sign it.

Thank you.

Kneel.

You are now married
by the power vested in me.

The bridal suite.

But, Vida, Vida, wait, wait, wait, wait.
It's gonna cost £500 more.

That's a bargain.

- No.
- Oh, no.

- Thank you.
- Oh!

It's our first
marital argument!

Thank you!

I like your hat.

You awake?

Mm-hmm.

How do you feel?

As opposed to a few hours ago,
when I was blissfully single?

Yeah.

Great.

I'm so worried
about our future.

Worried about the dishes.

Worried about my dentist
appointment on Tuesday.

Worried about getting
into the Philharmonic.

Just married, and
all we do is worry.

Hey.

Say something nice to me.

Something romantic.

I can't just do that
on command.

It's my wedding night. You
can do anything I ask.

Um, okay.

- Yeah?
- You...

You are the most gorgeous

greatest cello player
in the world.

Fuck my cello.
Burn it.

I've got matches.

Sometimes I wonder what's going
through your mind, Arthur Davies.

Nothing. I've got
the brains of a slug.

- All right.
- No, there's a silence in you.

It frightens me.

Well, you're not exactly a
Christmas tree as I find you.

Well, what'd your parents say
if you really got married?

It's not gonna happen.

What? Why?

Um...

Just wouldn't.

Why? I'm,
I'm not good enough?

No. No, not, you're not,
you are... Just...

I don't know.
Just wouldn't happen.

- I don't understand. What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Fucking love you.

Yeah, but...

Maybe we just need a little more
time to get to know each other.

No, no, no.
Don't do that one.

Don't do that.

You know what, I was thinking, we should
have a birthday party for your brother Ron.

What?

We have a birthday party and we invite
your parents to our loft in London.

Arthur?

Arthur!

- Ow!
- Are you mad?

They'd never come.

You could say it's our engagement
party, and then they'd have to come.

Then you could sing them
Happy Birthday and have a...

What? No, no, no,
my dad'll...

Okay, I get it.
It was a stupid idea. Sorry.

What? No, you said it now.
Why? What?

Well, I just... You know,

I think you have a... I think you
have issues. I know you have...

- I've got issues? Oh, what about your issues?
- You know, I want to help you.

- I don't have any issues.
- Oh, yeah.

I really don't.
I'm an open book.

- Ask me anything.
- Okay.

All right. Well, uh, are you gonna invite
your family to this engagement party?

No.

No!

- Oh, right, I see.
- No, imagine that

what, and my mother, my mother, my
mother, talking to your father.

- Oh, right, so we're not good enough now, are we?
- No!

- Okay, well, here's the deal, Vida.
- It's not...

If you bring your parents,
I'll bring my parents.

That's the deal.

It's gonna be a disaster.

Well, who gives a shit
if they hate each other?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll still love you.

Vida?

What is it?

Nothing.

What?

You just haven't said it.

What?

The one thing
I want you to say.

Isn't this enough?

He doesn't
speak Welsh anymore.

Not since he fucks
his rich London Jew girl.

Oh, what's her name?

What did he say?

Oh, nothing.
It doesn't matter.

"Rich London Jew girl"
doesn't sound like nothing.

This is why
I'm not gonna use it.

It's anti-semetic.

No, it's not... It's Llion. It's just how
he, he takes the piss out of everyone.

No, it's just... No, no, it's
how people, we, how we talk.

If your family's... then
I've made a huge mistake.

What?

It's Llion.
It's not my family.

You just said
it's how people...

- "It's how we talk"?
- No!

No! I... I mean, have you
ever heard your mother talk?

- What?
- Jesus.

Get out!

Get out of my flat.

Oh, yeah, 'cause it's your flat and I'm
just... I'm just a leech. Aren't I?

Take your disgusting bike
and get out of my flat!

Okay, if I go now,
I'm never coming back.

- Fine!
- Fine, fine, fine.

You shouldn't put
peanut butter in the fridge.

I always put it
in the fridge.

Well, it won't spread
as smoothly.

Arthur? What?

What?

Bad catch.

Bad throw.
I'm not picking that up.

Not until you say sorry.

Well, then it'll stay there till a new
owner moves in or you get a new boyfriend

'cause its not my fault.
I don't need to say sorry.

Where's my favorite teaspoon?

Oh, my God. You've got
a favorite teaspoon.

That's disgusting.

That's even more disgusting.

You keep it.

It's yours.

What?

We're having an argument, and you
give me a really expensive camera?

Yeah.

Life's a weird bitch.

Okay, okay.

Can you imagine us
growing old together?

Well, I think we have
great role models.

If you look at our parents,
they're still together.

Can you just say that again? But just,
like, while you're eating a bit of toast.

I'm actress now. It's...

Yeah, no, trust me.
It'll look better.

- Okay.
- Do it.

Okay.

Can you imagine us
growing old together?

Well, I think
it'll be difficult.

I mean, look at our families,
our parents.

That's not what you said before.

Time moves on.
Opinions change.

I'll always be honest
to you.

I'll always
be proud of you.

And I'll always put the peanut
butter back in the fridge.

But I won't clean up the broken
jar that's on the kitchen floor.

And, and, um, and if you
wanna burn your cello,

even though
it costs £30,000,

I'll give you
the matches.

I will cherish you.

I will always admire you
for who you are,

and not who
I want you to be.

Um, I will support you
in your artistry.

When I leave the house at night, it's one step
closer to coming home to you in the morning.

And I look forward to
it all day, because I love you.

You're my knight in shining
armor, my King Arthur.

Um...

Well, I'm very proud
that Arthur

is, uh, is gonna be working

in the same steel works as me,

and my dad did, where...

where my eldest son

Ron died.

Excuse me?

It's French for...

Oh, yes, it's the French national
anthem, it's the La Marseillaise, yeah.

It means the enemy's coming to
slit the throats of our sons.

And our women. It's...

It's a pretty
bloody text, actually.

I only play the music.

Life's not perfect, but,
our children are.

My, um, my husband had written
"Help Me" on the sole of his shoe

and I didn't know,
of course.

So when we knelt down
at the altar,

- Yeah.
- Everyone in the church stood up and had a good laugh.

It was great fun.

It is a pity men don't do nails 'cause
I'd do yours for free, Arthur...

How old were you
when you got married?

Um, 16?

Yep, couldn't wait to get out of the
house, away from mum's favorite boy.

Were you and Arthur
not that close?

No, the other one.

Like all Jewish shrinks,
Adam, he's afraid of blood.

But, this one managed to fall
in love with a Zionist,

the bloodiest chicks
there in London.

Well done, Adam.

I've been engaged
for four years.

- Oh, wow.
- I've been married for six years to an Irish guy.

I was working in the...
team and he arranged...

Life is beautiful.

The sun shines
even when it rains.

He wanted us both fired.

And he's sober ever since. He
still drinks, but I love him.

And now we live
back in Ireland, so...

You seeing anyone, Helen?

Oh, no, I hate men.

There's always women.

I'm guessing the dark side
didn't turn gay yet.

I tell all my patients
be who you are.

It's, it's much healthier than trying
to be who someone else wants you to be.

He's not gay, is he?

So, Vida,
be who you are.

He had a girlfriend, but they
broke up, oh, ages ago now.

He was thrown
out of the Army.

A group of them were caught beating
up a guy who'd just come out as gay.

But, it was a misunderstanding.
'Cause what looked like

a normal fight then turned into this big
drama. Like it was big gay bashing.

Everyone deserves a fair chance.

But if you're different,
people don't give you a shot.

Pick your shot, Arthur.

Have you been to London before?

Never.

How long is the train
journey actually?

Good health.

Cheers.

Do you enjoy
good health, in fact?

Oh, yeah, me, yeah.

I've got an inverted nipple. George
like them just the way they are.

No, Arthur wasn't
my love child.

But once they're born,
they're all the same.

No, no, no. Vida, Vida, I can't do it.
I can't do it. I can't do it.

- Okay.
- Please, please, just hide it, hide it.

Hide it, please. Please.

Got it.

Vida, Vida!

I can't do Thursday then.

I'm,
I can't do it. Wednesday?

Yeah? Okay.

Uh, 8:00?

Well, if I had
half your talent, Vida, I...

wouldn't be
a divorce lawyer.

I'd be playing the concert
halls of the world.

- Oh!
- Oh.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

And, if you'd like to stay for the
weekend, we can put you up in a hotel.

Our treat.

- George likes to sleep in his own bed.
- Oh.

He likes to do it
at home.

Sorry? What does
George like to do?

It.

George loves it.

I don't mind. I let him
do it as often as he wants.

She said no because
George likes to do it at home.

And I said, what,
do what?

Thinking, you know, what, put up
shelves or something? And she said,

"He likes to do it
at home."

I don't care
about tradition.

Why should I? So I can ask my parents and
my grandparents their history, isn't it?

Oh!

That's a disgusting idea.

Oh, my God!

What's so funny?

"My husband likes
to do it at home."

Helen!

Are you making fun
of Arthur's family?

If you marry this guy, we
have to marry his family.

- Come on.
- Oh!

Vida, that pink
is really a winner.

Call an ambulance.

Pacemaker.

Pacemaker?
That's great.

Most people live for ages
after having pacemakers, huh.

It's all right.

Thank God Vida's dad's
a doctor, eh?

When, when's the operation?

They're doing it
in Swansea.

Dad's going back
in the ambulance tomorrow.

First class travel.
And its free.

You should try it
more often, Dad.

Emily...

You know you're welcome any time, Emily.
With or without Jim.

So you always can look after
the repair business.

You can help out, Arthur.

What, Llion doesn't need me.
He'll be fine.

Well, your rich princess does.

What, do you have
a problem with Vida?

God, they hated us.

As does she.

I saw tears in her eyes.

Arthur, come home.

Look, Llion'll do fine.

Do you see that?

You belong
in the steel works.

Like me and Ron.

Are you refusing
your dad's last wish?

Look, it's not his bloody last wish.
He's not fucking dying.

Jesus.

Oh. You know, it's okay.

I love you.

Christ.

How pretty you are.

I really feel
something for you.

Fuck your feelings.

You're... You're really
so beautiful.

I know how much you...
when we make love.

All right, sweetie?

Save it
for when we have sex.

Sure you have
your reasons.

I mean, did something
happen to you?

So, now I get
the silent treatment.

Hello?

Hey, Vida, it's Adam.

Adam.

Yeah...

What's... Do you know
what time it is, Adam?

Yeah, are you...
are you awake yet?

No, I'm sleep-talking
to you.

Is Arthur awake?

What?
Are you awake?

He wants to know
if you're awake.

Can I speak to him?

Adam, it's 5:45
in the morning.

Can you call back
later, please?

Just quick.

My idiot brother
wants to speak to you.

Hello?

Arthur, I'm...

I have to tell my sister
something very painful, and...

I want to make sure
that you're there for Vida.

Yeah, I'm here.
What... What's happened?

Her mother's died.

What is it?

It's Mushki.

What?

She's dead, Vida.

A few hours ago, and...

- Did she...
- We don't know what happened yet.

Vida, you need to come back
to the house.

And bring Arthur.

And there's
something else.

What?

She didn't die at home.

She was, um,
in a hotel,

with someone else.

I'm so sorry.

If a wedding procession meets a
funeral procession at a crossroads,

then, the wedding procession
has right of way.

Life takes precedence
over death.

Dad! What?

Anyway, everyone, um,
have something to eat and drink.

Life goes on.

Actually, it's traditional
for us,

after the funeral,
we eat an egg.

Just to... Fuck tradition, okay, Dad? Why
didn't you just say something about Mushki?

Helen, please, don't!

You're just rambling on about
coffins, and eggs, and simple

crossroads and stuff.
I mean, what,

what about your wife? We all
know where she was, don't we?

You want me to go and invite
that man to the funeral?

Why not?
Maybe she loved him.

Maybe she loved
all the others as well.

No, go, Adam.

That is just
the truth, Dad.

We are dust, and to dust
we will return.

We bury the dead
as quickly as possible.

And then we mourn
for seven days.

No more shaving
no more bathing.

But we get to eat
as much as possible.

Sweet.

Llion, what are you
doing here?

What is... No,
what is it, Llion?

I'm most sorry.

But he never did sorry,
my dad, did he? Huh?

I'm in a rush. I, I...
I gotta get some milk!

The undertaker's
on his way.

I'll get some herbal tea, for Vida, okay?
I suppose she'll be on her way too.

Okay.

Do you have to do that?

Oh, we don't want
people gossiping, do we?

And it's not like
he's gonna wake up.

Do you think I should take his
hearing aid out because I hear they

they explode during cremation.

Well, it's a good thing
we're burying him, I guess.

Yeah, we might still get us a few quid,
and mum could do with the money.

Oh, do you think
I should do his nails?

You know, sometimes, I
understand why Llion hates you.

What? It's good practice.

I wanna do something
to make her proud.

Not gonna be,
baking apple pies or...

breeding children.
I wanna do something real.

Something real real.

We're about to close the
coffin and bring our beloved dad

to his last resting place.

He'll be buried next to his
oldest son, Ron.

A son he loved dearly.

He was a good man,
our dad.

Not a man of many words.

And he didn't wear
his heart on his sleeve, but,

he loved us all.

Including Llion, who he welcomed
into this family as his own.

I cannot change
that you're dead, Dad.

But I'm grateful for all the
goodness you brought to me.

I would now like to ask
my brothers and my sister

to join me in the closing
of the coffin.

- Okay, okay.
- Easy, easy.

- I'm sorry, you don't have to.
- Oh, he's so heavy.

Ready? And, one, two, three.

Okay. All the way.

- Okay.
- All the way.

You're pushing me
into the door.

We have to take him
to that room, and then...

Okay, well, I'll go there.

No, it's too heavy
for me, Mum.

It's too heavy, I'll drop it.

Go all the way
into the other room.

Back it up, and then down,
and then squish it down...

No, you're pushing me on the wall there.
No, you're pushing me.

You're pushing me!

I'm gonna drop him.
I'm gonna drop him.

- I am. I'm just gonna drop...
- All right, all right. Back, back, back.

- We need to go the other way and...
- Needs to go vertical.

Put him down! Put him down!

Oh, careful! Careful!

No, just wait, oh, wait!

Right now!
I need to put him down...

Ow!

Put him down.

Oh, my God.

- Okay?
- Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, my gosh.

One. Two.

Turn it. That's it.

- Keep going. Keep going.
- Okay. I got it on me. Okay.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

As you were.

It's not like
he's gonna fall out.

Maybe if you, like,
could grab the end here.

All right, yeah?

Yeah, like push it.

You're gonna drop it! I
sprained my hand on the coffin!

Dad, it's okay. We'll get you
out of there in a minute.

Oh, my God!

- It's okay, see? Just hang tight.
- Man!

We're gonna get you there
in time, Dad.

Do you think
he's slid down?

- Down to earth.
- Dug the bottom there.

Jesus!

No, I can't think
for the rest of my days,

my dad's still slouched at the bottom
of the coffin, all tangled up.

It's not exactly peaceful
for eternal rest.

But it won't be fair, though. The
worms will get to him well before.

Yeah, you wouldn't say that if
he was your real dad, would you?

Could we like, try taking him
out the window?

Llion, you...

- Llion...
- What are you... What are you doing there?

Oh, my God!

Look at that. Solving the problem
by all working together.

George would be so proud.

Your mum says that
she hasn't shed a tear yet.

She says that your dad's death
was a relief.

That he hasn't been the same
since Ron died.

If she says so.

What happened to her
first husband? He died also?

Have no idea. Mum refuses
to tell anyone.

Llion doesn't even know.

You know what I want you to do? Just run
into the ocean and catch a fish and cook it.

- Do it right here on the sand.
- Please, Vida. Not now.

Yeah, now.

There aren't any fish there,
not near the steel works.

Fish get lost, too.

Damn it, there could be a shock.

We could have food
for a week.

Look, if you're hungry, I'll make
you some food when we get home.

That's the first time
you called my flat home.

If we stay together, we should
find a new place, you know.

Somewhere that belongs
to both of us

What'd you mean "if"?

Oh, come on, Vida. It's
just a manner of speaking.

Where were you
at my mother's funeral?

I had to be here
for my family.

So why the fuck
am I here?

You can't blame me

that your mum died the
same night as my dad.

I wanna find a nice corner

to drive into
without turning.

Wrap my car around a lamppost.

Vida, people die. It's sad, but
it's part of life. It... Look.

Perhaps, you should just focus on how
lucky we are, compared to most people.

What, like kids in Africa
or in Gaza?

Prick!

Why don't we just stare at the stars and
contemplate our cosmic insignificance?

You know, you're a fucking
spoilt brat!

Say that again.

When you swear, it doesn't suit you.
It sounds like a cow farting.

When have you heard
a cow fart?

I haven't? Why, I've never heard
you fart either, Arthur Davies.

Do you ever
actually care?

Do you ever
show any passion?

Look, Vida,
I am who I am.

No discounts, no guarantees. If you
don't like it, you can just fuck off.

Will you do something?

Just pick me up
and throw me in the sea.

Just, fuck me.
Or drown me. Or...

- I wanna jump on your shoulder.
- No.

- Pick me up onto your shoulder.
- No, Vida, not now. Not...

- Pick me up!
- No. Jesus.

- Pick me up!
- Look, I'm not in the mood for playing games!

No, it's not a game, okay? I'm gonna
fall backwards and you have to catch me.

Are you fucking insane? Jesus!
Fucking hell!

I have to stay here.

- Vida.
- Oh, I'm not deaf.

Well?

What the fuck
do you want me to say?

I have to stay here,
for my family, for my mum.

Will you wait?

No, I won't fucking wait.

It's not the war.

If you stay here,
we're done.

But we, you know, we could...
We could get married, for real.

We could, you know, we could
live here.

I'm 24.

What the fuck do you think I wanna
marry someone in Port Talbot for?

You get your grand management
job at the Works.

You go down the pub every Saturday
night, get pissed with your mates.

I don't want that
in my life!

Are you crazy?
That's, that's worth £600.

- I don't care.
- Oh, yeah, right. Yeah. Yeah.

Of course. Right. 'Cause
daddy'll just buy you a new one.

Bastard!

You rot in hell,
Arthur Davies!

This is yours, Llion.

Emily.

What are they?

Cufflinks.

I don't need
cuff links.

Tim doesn't wear shirts.

Your dad made them himself.

He wore them
to our wedding.

I would like Adam to have
my silver teething ring.

You know, why don't you
keep on to the ring?

Um, we'll give it to the first
grandchild, no matter who spawns it.

Not sure I'll be springing
anytime soon.

This is for you, Brenda.

Oh, look,
is the roof uneven?

It was your dad's
dearest possession.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

Hang it on the wall
like a flower pot?

Look, I need money
for my nail salon.

I would like Helen
to get my jewelry.

What do I do with it?

Arthur inherits
the repair business.

- But that's worth something!
- I'll swap you the tuba.

You're so ungrateful!

You should be ashamed
of yourselves!

I didn't know Mushki
wrote music.

No, she was passionate
about it.

She didn't think she was good enough, so
she, she gave it up when she had you three.

I should never have
allowed that to happen.

And who wants this?

Isn't it funny that Ron was the
only one who had red hair?

She wanted me to make sure you got
some of her money in equal shares

as soon as possible.

After taxes and legal fees,
it'll be about £500,000 each.

I could pay off Ingrid.

Did I miss something?

Uh...

I canceled the wedding.

And now she's demanding
cash as if we're

divorcing. She says
it was a common-law marriage.

And her expenses to cover.

Hey, you can buy Arthur back,
am I right, Vida?

He's happy in Wales.

Do you wanna have it?

No, Mum. It belongs to you.
You keep it.

No, I'd...

I'd rather remember Ron
just in my mind.

If no one wants it...

Fuck, your wee lad stinks!

Poor Germans. How can they
stand the smell?

- Stop it!
- Watch the flame!

Stop it,
both of you!

The, um, server in the
supermarket's playing up.

Could you come
and take a look?

Yeah, you know I'm not
a computer expert, Anwyn.

You're good enough for me.
You're an accountant.

You should... Saturday.

Mm. He's a 27 year old
bald accountant.

Hello, Mrs. Davies.

I was just in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd, um, say hello.

Have you got patients
in Port Talbot?

- May I come in?
- Oh.

Thank you.

Ah.

What a lovely house.
You been here long?

Ever since George and I
got married.

Feels like a real home.

Oh, Council owns it, not us.
No rent, though.

Ah, the famous tuba.

George and I had a good laugh about
his, uh, his favorite march.

George laughing with a stranger?
That'd be a first.

How is Vida?

Oh, I don't see her so much these days.
Um, just on Fridays for dinner, yeah.

They grow up so fast,
don't they?

Actually, her sister's just gone
off to Israel, a few weeks ago.

She, um, she wants to be
a jet pilot, she's decided.

And save the homeland.

She was always the one
who hated Jewish tradition.

- Biscuit?
- Oh, thank you.

- Can I ask you something?
- Mm.

Your medical opinion.

After Ron died, George lived
in his own ill world, really.

Wasn't much of a father, anymore.
Chased Emily to Ireland.

And Arthur to London.

Is it possible for children
to inherit...

Why, is Arthur depressed?

I meant Ron.

Well, I thought Ron
had a heart condition.

Oh, there was never
an autopsy.

I see.

We're having a memorial service for Ethel.
Would you like to join us?

Make it a joint memorial
for George at the same time.

They hardly knew each other.

Yeah, I know, but, um,

well, the fate of our families
seem somewhat connected.

Will be so different, though, uh.
We're not even Jewish.

We don't differ in our grief.

Oh, it's very kind of you. But none of our
lot wanna spend the money on a train ticket.

Why don't I organize a coach?
For your group, and...

I'll cover the costs of the
memorial, of course, huh?

Why are you offering this?

It's from the Royal Academy
of Arts.

You, you opened
my letter?

No, Vida did.
She's admitted some of your...

your animated portraits?

I didn't ask her
to do that.

But she did.

And they really liked them.
They've offered you a place.

Well, it was her gift to you.

And now I'm giving it back
as my present to her.

All right.

Vida.

The doctor says I'm probably gonna
be blind for the rest of my life.

And then, and there's, look,

so many broken bones,
doctors lost count.

But the worst part is...

Beyond wounded. Beyond repair.
Beyond love.

Only good for cat food, now.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Even the cat doesn't want
my heart now.

How are you?

Yes, uh, fine, thanks. Keeping myself busy.
Help my mother.

It was nice to see
your father.

He looks as if
he's healed well.

Yeah.

Thanks for fixing
the camera.

You're not gonna say sorry first
for beating me half to death?

You deserved it.

Such conviction.

That's the girl
that stole my heart.

Are you gonna go see
the Royal Academy?

I live in Port Talbot now.

What? And you're happy
to die in Port Talbot?

Happiness has nothing to do with
where you work or where you live.

Of course it does, Arthur.

It can.

You soak in the people that you
choose to spend your life with.

Ow!

Uh, Mrs. Davies, Sara.

And I would like to thank you all very
much for attending this memorial.

And we hope that you'll cherish your
own memories of Ethel and George.

Thank you very much.

You never...
Oh, what are you doing? Uh?

I'm drinking again, you know. Me and Jim
get on far better when we drink. Trust me.

Thank you, Dad, for getting us
back together. Cheers.

You look good, Vida.

You know, it's the first time
you said that.

Then I'm an idiot. It's always
the first thing I think.

Whenever I see you,
bloody hell, she's lush.

Do you get the feeling
we're being watched?

Yeah, I think
they're taking bets.

First, kiss. First, slap.

Should we give them something?
A little taster?

What should we do?
Kiss or slap?

Why you whispering?

Because it's an old, forgotten by-law
that if you meet your ex at a memorial,

then you have to whisper.

Oh.

Is it the same law book that
describes our shotgun marriage?

- Exactly.
- Got it.

Yeah. It also says that the accountant
doesn't have to clean up the peanut butter.

It's good to see you laugh.

I hear you're a hit on the Internet.

Bloody howler. Just, don't know
how that happened.

Didn't even put
the videos up, did you?

- What, no. Me?
- You should get a percentage.

You have to say it first.

She hadn't been very nice to me
for a very long time.

I suppose you still remember
the Ethel from the early years.

Oh. yeah, we used to talk
and talk about

poetry and painting. She had a lot to
say about architecture as well, and...

and then we had our first child.
It was such a joy, I mean.

Yeah, but I think three
became bit of a burden, really.

Why did you...

Oh, have three? Um,

well, both our families' been
wiped out, most of them, so...

maybe felt it was our duty.

But duty is the noose of joy.

Was that from a poet?

What was the last thing
George said to you?

"Don't forget my socks."

Yeah, he had cold feet.

He's wearing them now.

Sounds like the two of you
were blessed.

I never loved him deeply.

I was smitten by Llion's dad. I loved
with a young and great passion.

I do miss George. He treated me well.
With respect.

I was always his number one.

Mm-hmm.

Not just number one anymore.

Um, how was your audition
for the, for the Philharmonic?

I blew it.

Did you?

Yeah. Yeah I think that...

some people are musicians
because they can be,

and some who are musicians
because they really should be.

And, I can be, but, music
was always my mum's thing.

I've decided to re-train,
as a doctor.

- Really?
- A GP, yeah.

- Warts and blisters and oozing pus.
- Helping people.

Young and old.
Rich and poor.

Um...

Look, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Everything I did
that was wrong.

Like what?

It's, uh, it's...

it's just, it's a blank apology check. You
can just, you can fill in the blanks.

Blank apology's
an empty apology.

I think we're walking
out of each other's lives.

Um, I wanna kiss you.

A goodbye kiss?

No.

Like a kiss.
A kiss kiss.

Start with a hug.

Did your father really start to
sing out of the blue at the pub?

That's just the Welsh. That's what
we do after a couple of pints.

And how is life
down at the works?

How was the everlasting engagement?

Well, Mushki's death
liberated me.

I came out. I'm gay.

Always have been,
always will be.

Now, I can be.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

Are you okay?

Oh yeah.

Yeah, I'm just, not quite used
to the booze, yet, you know?

I'm not gonna be sick.
I'm okay.

Sorry.

You must really,
really love your Jim.

Oh, well, you know.

When we're in bed on a Sunday
morning, and I look down at him,

and he's so sweaty,
and snoring his head off,

and he stinks, you know. I can taste almost,
you know, taste the booze on his breath,

I hate it.

But I kinda know it,
you know,

makes me feel safe,
you know.

Sounds a bit silly,
I know.

Do you feel like that
with Arthur?

We haven't known each other long
enough to feel that kind of intimacy.

That's bollocks.

Huh?

- Oh, no.
- Please. It's all about sex.

Uh, excuse me?

Well, do you shag a lot,
and does he make you cum?

Okay.

I am not gonna talk about
my sex life with your brother!

Better hurry up, brother.
Bus is leaving in ten minutes.

Look at you in your uniform.
Hey, I bet the girls love that!

- Hey.
- Bet some of the boys do, too.

Oh!

Oh, I adore
Army humor.

Especially from
such a good looking guy.

- You coming on to me?
- Yeah, what if I did?

- You know, you've got a very nice ass.
- All right, time to go.

He's got
a wonderful ass.

Very, very sexy. You know that the
price of cucumbers has just gone up.

- Fuck you.
- See, don't worry yourself. I don't like black dick.

Disgusting! You gotta
watch yourself!

Didn't he get thrown out
of the Army for gay-bashing?

Allegations never proven!

Ooh, his nostrils
are steaming.

- Shut up!
- Jew boy. You've gotta say Jew boy!

Shut up, fucking
faggot Jew boy!

Yeah! Now you each take a turn and fuck the
guy as well, just to teach him a lesson.

All right, Llion, Llion.
Drop it. Stop it.

Adam, fuck off.

- You know what, I know your type.
- Oh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It starts with killing
a pet hamster, maybe a pigeon or two,

and then you got your hand in your mum's purse,
you beat up your little brother and sister.

Did you experiment with them
and lock them in a closet?

All because you're angry
at your runaway father?

- What the...
- okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

That's highly unprofessional.

I should only say those things
if I get paid for it.

Yeah, no one would pay
for that bullshit.

Oh, says the poor artist, animator
of other people's misery.

Too gutless to face
your own demons.

Gold medal winner of run away
faster than the speed of light.

What, Vida not good enough
for you anymore, huh?

You're fucking dead!

If I didn't fake it,
I'd never get any sleep.

- Honestly.
- What about blowjobs then?

Oh, come on. Jim isn't that big anyway.
He hardly touches my tonsils.

Sometimes, sometimes, I use
my hand as like, a buffer

- like, in case he starts to push.
- Uh huh.

No, right, listen, what you wanna
do is close your mouth a little bit

and let it scrape
against your teeth.

- Ouch.
- Scares the shit out of any man. Backs off.

- Yeah.
- You wouldn't bite my brother's cock off, would you?

What? No.
What, is she serious?

- Adam?
- Adam? Oh, my God, Adam, are you okay?

Yeah, I've got a cut,
I'm fine. Fine.

Adam what happened?

- We need Dad. We need Dad.
- I slipped, I slipped. I sipped.

How could you slip?
Who's done this to you?

Someone... Someone's done this
to him. Who's done this to him?

What
are you suggesting?

Oh, I'm sorry, but obviously,
it wasn't Santa Claus, was it?

You know who did this,
it was your brother.

Arthur, say something,
come on.

Well, look until we hear
Llion's side of the story,

you can't just accuse him.

Thank you very much for ruining
my mother's memorial.

It's our father's memorial
as well, princess.

All right, the bus
is on its way. Come on.

Yes, the bus which our father
paid for.

Oh, my gosh.

Put some water
on that.

Did you do it?

What do you think?

Did kill some of Ron's pigeons.

You were the only black guy in the
building. Who else were they gonna blame?

1,352,000 hits in one week.

I knew it would be a hit,
but this quick?

You uploaded it?

How'd you do it?
Did you hack my account?

But you're driving
the wrong way.

Yes?

Vid... Vida, it's me.
Please let me in.

No.

Vida, Vida, I still got
your key. I wanna give it back.

Slide it through
the letterbox.

You're illegally
entering my home.

Great. Call the police.

Your family are a bunch
of fucking bigots.

Oh, yeah, and yours, yours is
just perfect, aren't they?

At least they're
not homophobes.

Just hypocrites.

999,
which emergency...

Great, well,
that's out of the way.

What now?

This isn't something you can
just joke away, Arthur Davies.

No, and you can't just push me off a wall
and blame it all on passion, Vida Berliner.

Who gave you permission
to enter my home any further?

Your notorious law book.

Have a great trip
back to Wales.

I love you.

How long does the train take?

I love you.

Give my love to your
sister and your mum for me, okay?

I, I love you.

Can you please
say something else?

I love you.

Can't split up
like this, Vida.

I'm not gonna have
break-up sex with you.

Cold.

Okey-dokey, doggy daddy.

No, what we have here
is the only show in town

where you show me everything
and you tell me nothing.

All right, plant.

You are a cantaloupe.

I haven't killed a man
since 1980.

That's not fair. You've seen
more films than me.

It's not my fault that I remember
the words too, you know.

Uh, no, you've just got
a lot more

time on your hands

now that you're
an ex-cellist.

I see
dead people.

I'm gonna make you
an offer you can't refuse.

Go ahead. Make my day.

This isn't Burger King,
but fine, have it your way.

Wait, I've got one. Wait, wait,
wait, wait. Um.

- I gotta have a handkerchief. Wait.
- Handkerchief?

Yeah.

You're like 60 years old.

We can watch this when we're 60.
It'll remind us how good we have it.

It's a Richard Burton film.
I watched it with my parents.

He is a legend in Wales.

Okay.

"Here, take
my handkerchief."

Oh, yeah. That's why Richard Burton and
Elizabeth Taylor always fight all the time.

It doesn't have
a happy ending.

They don't kiss at the end
of that film.

In the remake, they will.

Taste like a peach.

You made that for me,
all by yourself?

On the Sabbath?

How did you manage?

I'm not lazy anymore.

Mm.

- Did you sleep much?
- No.

I was tossing and turning
and thinking.

- Thinking about what?
- You.

Me. Us.

You?

Yeah, the same.

And our parents.

You know, even if they didn't
have fairy tale marriages,

they're still, they're still
your parents.

Do you believe
in happy endings, though?

Huh?

No, only in the movies.
Not in real life.

Oh, that's fucking hopeful.

But I do believe
in happy beginnings.

And when you're lucky, the beginning
can last a very, very long time.

Are we lucky?

Won't know till the end.

I'll bring you tea in bed
every Sunday morning.

I'll let you watch football
and chug beer with your mates

as long as you don't talk
like them.

I won't say unkind things
about you to anyone.

And what about "you"?

"And to you."

And I will never let anything
come between us.

- How long will it last, you think?
- I don't know.

No need to know.
It lasts as long as it lasts.

And finally, darling,

and this is the man?

Hi.

And thanks for all of this. To be weighed,
seeing you're so big, to be honest.

No, it's good. I... brilliant.

- It's brilliant.
- Yeah, it's brilliant.

It's like, it's like,
self-conscious.

It's like, un-self-conscious at
the same time, which is good.

It's kind of like,
hyper realism?

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Not it's like, so how did you
come up with the concept?