All language subtitles for My Family - S10E08 - Mary Christmas

So I was thinking, with
Kenzo's Parents' Evening coming up,

I might ask one of the guys to come.
You know, Dad or Michael maybe?

Janey, how many times
have we been through this?

It's fine to go on your own.

There's nothing wrong
with being a single mother.

Oh, I know, I know, but, you know,
it can't hurt to show that Kenzo's

got a mature, positive male influence
in his life, can it?

No, you hang up.

No, you hang up!

You first.

OK, we'll both hang up on three.

One, two, three.

You didn't hang up!

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- I can't believe it!

- (ROGER PANTING)
- Roger, what happened?!

Well, I was just smelling the sweet aroma
of a geranium in the park,

when to my misfortune
I stumbled across

a bee that happened
to be collecting pollen from it.

I was already a bit disoriented.

I had just had a rather delicious
ice cream, you see,

and as a result,
I had a bit of brain-freeze.

Anyway, after the bee startled me,
I stumbled back into the ''space''

a street-theatre group
were rehearsing in.

It must have been
some sort of improvisational,

youth aggression piece, because...

(PANTING AND HIGH-PITCHED)
...they proceeded to set about me!

If that moron parks
in front of my drive once more,

I shall take his fake residents' parking
permit and stick it in the empty space

where his tax disc should be!

No, you hang up!

- No, I hang up!
- Oi!

Single mother it is, then.

Don't forget we have
plans for Friday night.

Oh, let's just skip it, Susan.

You don't even know
what you'd be skipping.

- What? Course I do.
- Well?

It's the...thing.

You're unbelievable.

We have an anniversary celebration.

Of course, I remember. Hey,
how could I forget the anniversary

of the greatest day of my life?

- Not ours.
- No, not ours.

It's George and Lillian's
60th wedding anniversary.

How could you not remember?
We go every year.

I block things out, Susan.
It's how I survive.

I think the fact that they celebrate
their love after so many years

is incredibly romantic.

Can you imagine
being married 60 years?

God, no.

Listen, I'm not asking you
to be a good father.

It's too late for that.

All I'm asking is that you try
to be a good husband

and be more involved
in our life as a couple.

Listen, I have given you everything
over the last 30 years, Susan.

Do you remember
the Amalfi Coast trip?

- We didn't go.
- We didn't... What?

You moaned so much about it,
I cancelled it.

Really? I could've sworn
we had a terrible time.

Look, just be ready
on Friday night to go at 7.30.

- I'm not going.
- What?

I'm not going!

They're my godparents,
for crying out loud!

Why can't you do
this one little thing for me?

I'm always doing little things for you.
I just don't make a fuss

- when I do them.
- Name one!

If I could,
I'd be making a fuss, wouldn't I?

So we've established that
you're never there when I need you.

You always make me do things I hate.

- You're selfish.
- And you're unreasonable!

What's got into you? Are you drunk?

- It's nine in the morning.
- Answer the question!

I mean, I don't know
what's got into the woman.

- Ow!
- I mean, you know,

I've given her my life,
I've given her three children.

Aah!

What am I left with?
Probing around in the abyss

- of people's rancid gobs.
- Aaah!

It is just one evening.
Perhaps it'll be fun.

- Are you taking her side?
- No, no, no!

I'm on your side.
Please don't get upset.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Oh. This will just take a minute.

Oh, thank God!

- Hello, Susan.
- Oh, no.

No, there is no way
I am apologising

and I can't talk now,
I'm with a patient.

Just let her prattle on.

- SUSAN: What?!
- Nothing. Go ahead. I'm listening!

SUSAN: I think one of us
should apologise.

Mmm, I agree.

When I said one of us,
I meant you.

Susan, there is no way
I am going to apologise.

Ow! That really hurts!

- Sorry.
- That's all I wanted to hear.

Not you, Susan - Mr Harris.
And I am not going to the party.

You're going if I have to drag
your dead body.

- (SUSAN HANGS UP)
- Then I'll be out of my misery!

- Aaargh!
- Hello, Ben.

- Argh!
- Oh, hello, Mr Harris.

Sorry to interrupt. I have big news!

I've got a date this weekend.

- With a woman?
- Yes!

The long walk through the desert
of loneliness is almost over.

It's been a year since Abi left,

and two years since I've been
intimate with anybody.

Thank you for sharing that image, Roger.

Now, would you please go away?

I want to get rid of Mr Harris
so I can deal with my wife!

Perhaps your colleague
could finish up?

I mean, you are under
an extreme amount of stress.

Yes, OK, good point, yep.

- Roger, do you mind?
- Oh, not at all.

I'm so excited.

Her name is Fiona. She is wonderful!

(SIGHING) My heart's racing!

Oh, look at my hands,
they're shaking!

I've had enough!
What's wrong with you people?!

What's the matter with him?!
I'm just angry with my wife!

And he's just a bad dentist!

Hey! Bring that...
Bring the bib back!

There's no point in dragging this out.
Just admit you're wrong

and we can both go to sleep.

If I thought for one minute
I was wrong, I would.

- What about our rule?
- What rule?

About never going to bed angry.

Yeah, whatever. Just go to sleep.

- So we're going to bed angry?
- Apparently so.

Normally, one of us at least fakes
an apology so we can both go to sleep.

Here's a thought -
what if we just don't bother?

We've never crossed that line before,
you know that. It doesn't feel right.

Oh, don't start getting superstitious
on me now. Just go to sleep.

- Fine.
- Fine.

- Fine!
- Fine!

Thank God we're not superstitious.

This is the Dream Slumber.

1,400 pocket springs
to provide comfort and support.

Oh!

Just testing it for bounceability.

Why don't you give it
the fart and snore test?

I don't snore.

- I don't like this bed.
- What?!

What's wrong with this?
This is brilliant.

Oh, now, this one,

- this one I like.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, of course you do,
it's hard, it's unforgiving.

No wonder you like it.

- We'll take it.
- No, we're not.

I am not sleeping on this mattress!

Wow. I'll be comfortable,
and you won't be there.

That's a win-win situation.

You're not having your own way.
I'll be sleeping on 50% of this bed.

Ha! That'll be the day.

I've been sleeping on 20%
of the mattress for years!

With 90% of the duvet.

- We're buying this bed!
- No, we're not!

Excuse me,
could I offer an alternative?

We have a bed called the Tender-Nite
Twin. It has two separate mattresses,

one firm, one soft, that can be
zipped and linked together.

Oh, right, well, we'll have
a look at that, shall we?

Oh.

- Yep, I like this.
- Mmm, I like this.

And they can
be linked together as one bed.

Or we could just keep them apart.

- Single beds, you mean?
- Why not?

- It would solve a lot of problems.
- Yeah.

Just put a bedside table in between.

Fine. Who gets the drawer?

- Me.
- Why you?

All right, we'll have one each.

- One either side.
- Mm-hm.

So what do we put in the middle?

- How about a wall?
- What are you suggesting?

One of us moves into Michael's room.

- Separate bedrooms?
- Separate bedrooms.

- Fine.
- Fine.

- Fine!
- Fine!

And there are no payments
until next year.

Why do I have to move
into Michael's room?!

You're the man, the man moves out.

But it's smaller. You're smaller -
it means you'll fit into it.

- You're being ridiculous.
- No, you're being ridiculous!

What would it take
to get you to shut up?

Well, you shutting up first
would be a start!

This bickering is driving me insane!

Well, that's the first thing
we've agreed on in weeks.

I can't stand this any more!
You know what I need?

I need to not see
your stupid face for a while.

Good! Suits me. Won't have to see
your stupid face either!

Well, then perhaps a couple of days apart
will do us both a bit of good.

So what are you saying?
Separate houses?

Well, we can't go on like this.
We need a break!

- Three days?
- Four days?

- Make it a week.
- Good idea!

- Hi, Mum.
- Hey, Dad. Mum.

What are you two doing here?

Don't you remember? Since we moved out,
we said we'd come over Sundays,

so we don't lose touch.

And what's the reason
you come over the other six days?

- We love you?
- BEN: Ah!

And we get hungry!

- Now's not a good time.
- Why, what's going on?

Your father and I are taking
a little break from each other.

We've been doing nothing but bicker
for the last few weeks.

- So you're separating?
- No, no, no, no, no.

No, we're just taking a little break.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
that's separating.

No, no. We're just not going to live
together for a little while.

- No, that's definitely separating.
- Afraid so.

Is that what you think?
Is that what...we're doing?

Is that what you want?

I don't know. It's what you want.

I don't know. I don't care, either.

Fine. Well, if that's what you want,
then that's what we're doing.

- Fine.
- Fine.

So where are you going, Dad?

Why does everyone assume
it's me that's moving out?

Well, I'm not leaving.
I've made a home here.

And you... What? And I haven't?

Come on, this place is
full of memories for me.

Kids, how many times have we sat there,
in front of that fire,

on a cold winter's night, with you
on my knee, cuddled up and, and...?

Fine, I'll go!

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- (SWITCHES ON MUSIC)
- Be right there! Don't you go away!

- (KNOCKING GETS LOUDER)
- My God, she's as eager as I am!

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Hello, my darling!

- Hello, dear.
- Ben! Ben?

What are you doing here?

I need a place to sleep.

I don't mean to be rude,
but you can't stay here.

It's my big date tonight.
It's all systems go!

Great, well, you carry on.
You won't even notice me.

It's been two years, Ben.

Please just let me have tonight.

Just, just go, just go!

Oh, right. Well, I've just been cast
out of my own home,

and the long and winding road of despair

naturally led me to my best mate, Roger.

Best mate. Good old Roger.

Am I really your best mate?

I don't know, that's what I thought.

- All right, you can stay.
- Got any crisps?

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- That's Fiona!

Good, carry on.
You won't even notice me.

Here's to the most beautiful woman,
whose eyes sparkle,

whose smile gives me goose bumps,
whose hair...

(SHOUTS) Yes! No! Hit the post,

two yards out! Oh, you two,
you're missing a great game here.

Ben, please? We're trying to have
a nice, quiet dinner.

Sorry, yep, not even here.

Now, then, where were we?

- Maybe I should go.
- But it's our big night.

Oh, it's OK,
we can do it another evening.

Oof!

You should be with your friend right now.

He needs your support.

I do hope things work out
with you and your wife, Ben.

Thanks, thanks, Fiona. Rog,
can't believe that bloke didn't score.

It was wide open for him.

Bye, girls, thanks for coming.

- Hello, darling!
- Hi, Mum.

Come and join the party.

OK. I thought you might need
a shoulder to cry on,

but you seem to be doing fine.

I certainly am.

Everyone, this is my daughter, Janey.
(TURNS MUSIC OFF)

- ALL: Hi, Janey.
- Hi.

Janey, these are some of my closest
friends who you've never met,

because they didn't like your father.

- Nice to meet you all.
- Come and have a drink.

OK.

Mum, it's so weird to have
smiling people in the house.

Tell me about it.

And this is just the overflow.

You can't move in the kitchen.

I wonder what Dad's up to.

Who cares? He's probably
ruining someone else's life.

- Cheers, darling!
- Cheers, Mum.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

That's the last of the dead fish.

What would make you
unplug an aquarium?

Oh, Roger,
I had to charge my phone somehow.

Good night, Ben.

(BOTTLES CLINK)

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

Been thinking about anything?

Like an apology?

Nope, I haven't. Have you?

Nope. Can't say I have.

- Fine.
- Fine.

- Good.
- Fine. I mean, good.

You know, now that we've separated,

I think you should knock
before you come into the house.

Now that we're separated,
I don't have to care what you think.

What are you doing here?

I might ask you the same question.
It's my night, remember?

That's what we agreed,
we share the house 50-50.

I thought you might do
the gentlemanly thing and let me stay.

Isn't that funny,
all these years together

and you don't even know me yet.

Yes, I do.

- I've packed a bag.
- Oh, good.

Drowning your sorrows, I see.

I had a little party last night
to celebrate my freedom.

Mm-hm, don't tell me,
bunch of bitter women whingeing on

about who has the worst husband.

Is this a limbo set?

- I won, by the way.
- Yeah?

Well, Roger and I had
a bit of a party last night.

Yes, I heard you killed his fish.

God, that guy has to tweet everything.

Right, I'm off.

Would it be too presumptuous
to ask what I'm having for my tea?

There's a bottle of bleach
under the sink. Knock yourself out.

Thank you.

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- ROGER: Ben!

Up here!

(ROGER RUNS QUICKLY UP THE STAIRS)

(PANTING)

Thanks, Roger, thanks for coming.

- Your call sounded urgent.
- Yeah.

I'm in a bit of a situation here,
Rog, that I can't handle on my own.

It's a bit too much for one man.

Well, you can always count on me.

Can I, Roger? Can I really?

- Absolutely.
- Thank you, thank you, mate.

OK, grab an end.

- What?
- Here, the mattress.

We've got to take it downstairs,
we're getting a new one delivered.

But I thought you wanted to talk.

Talk? Talk?

(LAUGHING) Why would
I want to talk to you?

Come on!

I've left someone in the middle
of a root canal for this.

- Oh, stop whining.
- But he's under anaesthetic!

Well, we'd better hurry, then!
Now, move, move, come on.

No, no, no, no, no, this won't work,
won't work, I'm going backwards.

- OK, you carry on.
- What?

- Yep, up. OK.
- To me.

- Left!
- Oh, right, yes.

- Left!
- To you?

- Yep, yeah, go on.
- Slow down, Ben!

- Go on.
- (SHOUTS) Slow down!

Go on, take the weight,
take the weight.

- To me?
- Yep. Come on, Rog, come on!

OK, OK, I've got it.
To you, to you a bit.

- Yep.
- Good boy, good boy.

- To me.
- Yep, move it, move it right.

- Oh, Ben.
- What?

- We're just like the Chuckle Brothers!
- The who?

The Chuckle Brothers -
they're on CBBC.

Oh, get a life, Roger, get a life.
Come on, move it right,

- move it right.
- Your right or my right?

Just move it to your right.

- Well, that's my left!
- Pull it, Roger, just pull it!

I don't think you've got it at all, Ben!

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Come on, Rog, pull, pull. Pull.

Hang on, why's someone ringing?

- Hello?
- (ROGER GROANS)

Hello? ...No, but we've waited two...

Oh, not another two weeks
for the mattress, please!

Right, OK, fine.

All right, Roger! Back up.

Help...me...Ben!

I really appreciate
you letting me stay the night.

It's no problem.

Feel free to stay as long as you like.

Of course,
it's just for tonight, though, right?

Yes, Michael. Don't worry.

I've sheltered you in my womb
for nine months,

gave you a home for 20 years,
but I don't want you to put yourself out.

Is there something
I can find for you?

What happened to
the daisy-patterned plates I got you?

Oh, those were for everyday?

We were saving them
for a special occasion.

Oh, here they are,
right at the back.

(LAUGHS UNCOMFORTABLY)

You know, you should make this table
the focal point of the room.

Otherwise, your eye goes
directly to that throw,

which I think would make
a much better tablecloth.

- Susan?
- Not now, Scott.

When she's in this mood,
you might lose an arm.

You two are young.

You have to think outside the box
when you're decorating.

Mum, you don't have to do this.

It's my pleasure.

You see, even this chair
is in the wrong place.

You see, the energy has to come

through the door and disperse
evenly throughout the space.

You two should let me come over
and feng shui this place.

Trust me, if there's one thing
in this room that shouldn't be here,

it throws everything off.

You don't say.

For example,

where do you think
you should stick this yucca?

Michael, no.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Ben?
- (BEN SIGHS)

Ben?

OK, boys, let's have
one for the road, eh?

Whoa! Oh, hi, Susan.

- Had a little party last night?
- Um, ha!

Yeah, we had a little, um...
Well, I wouldn't call it little!

(LAUGHING) It certainly wasn't
a Chinese takeaway.

Well, clean up your mess.
It's my turn to stay here.

Yeah.

And if you call,
don't expect me to be around.

It's the anniversary party tonight.

Well, have fun.

I assume you're still not going?

Are you kidding?

- I'll still have a hangover.
- Fine.

Whoa, yeah, baby, what a night.
(LAUGHING)

Little tip, Ben.

Next time you throw a pretend party,
use someone else's underwear.

These are mine.

Oh, and that's my lipstick on your collar.

- (FIONA MOANS)
- (ROGER GROANS)

I want you now.

I think there's something
I need to admit to you.

Um, it's been a long time since
I've been intimate with anyone and, er,

I'm a little bit worried about tonight.

Oh, relax, Roger,
it's just like riding a bike.

I can't ride a bike.

- Then it's just like swimming.
- No.

What can you do?

I can do a passable Frank Spencer.

- Who?
- Michael Crawford?

(IMITATES MICHAEL CRAWFORD)

- Could you not?
- All right, but it's your loss.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING GETS LOUDER)

No!

Roger, come on.
I've nowhere else to go.

What about Michael or Janey's?

Ah, they haven't got cable.

Tonight's the night,
it's me and Fiona!

Oh, right, good! Well, hi, Fiona.

Sorry, hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, not at all, Ben.
It's nice to see you.

Yes, yes, Ben.
It's a lovely surprise(!)

Very nasty weather out there.

- Yes. It is, isn't it? Yes, yes.
- Yes.

Yes. Look, I don't want this
to be awkward,

but Fiona and I are going
to excuse ourselves.

Oh, really?
Ah, OK, yeah.

For... Pretend I'm not here.

Oh.

Roger, there's nothing
in the fridge. I'm...

Roger?

Is there anything? I'm starving.

ROGER IMITATING FRANK SPENCER:
Ooh, Betty, I'm having a bit of trouble.

I've just lost my appetite.

- Dad?
- Janey?

- Da...
- What are you doing here?

Dad, we need to talk.
It's important.

It's about you and Mum.

Oh, I know, kids, I know,
I know it's difficult for you

that Mum and I have separated, but you
know, hey, it's not your fault, all right?

Well, it's partly your fault, because
we were quite happy before you came along.

Look, Dad,
you can't just throw it away, OK?

You and Mum,
you're meant to be together!

Your love's too strong,
your bond's too deep.

Also, we can't have her over all the time.

It's a living nightmare.

Yeah, I'm sure, but I...I'm thinking
of giving up my part of the house,

letting your mother
have the house full-time.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Wow.

Then that stuff we just said
about you and Mum? Forget it.

- Que sera sera.
- Yeah.

Well, hang on, I'm going to have to spend
a few weeks with each of you in turn.

But you and Mum are soul mates.

- You two belong together.
- I mean,

Mum may seem really, really,
really happy now, but deep down she isn't.

Yeah, she's lost without you.

She's at that anniversary party right now.

You need to get down there
and fight for your marriage.

Michael, really,
I do have my pride, OK?

Until your mother apologises to me
in person, there's no way on this Earth

that I will be even in the same room
as that woman.

ROGER: # The power
of the music of the night. #

FIONA: Oh, Frank!

I'm doing this for you kids, OK? Come on.

It would work a lot better
if you brought a shovel and a bag.

I'm just a little peckish.

That's what 30 years of your cooking
does to a man.

Hello, Ben.

Hello, Susan.

- What are you doing here?
- Free world.

- I can do whatever I want.
- Typical.

When I wanted you to come,
you wouldn't.

Now I don't want you here, you're here.
I think you should leave.

Er, excuse me, you're not my boss
any more. I'm single, OK?

And word gets around, you know,
the stallion is out of the paddock.

Look at your friend over there,
look, checking me out.

Samantha's got a detached retina, Ben.

She thinks you're the chocolate fountain.

Hello, George.

Ah, Ben!

Susan said you weren't coming.

We were afraid we'd ordered
too much shrimp.

Oh, no, fine. It's fine.

60 years, eh, George?

That's quite an accomplishment.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

I cherish every morning
I wake up with Lillian.

I'm sure. At your age, George, I imagine
you cherish every morning you wake up.

Sorry. Um, but 60 years.

I mean, you know, that's quite
an achievement. How do you do it?

Well, it's easy.

We're friends, we're companions.

We share a wide range
of activities together.

Oh, yeah. Eh, eh, George?

Activities, eh, eh?

If that kitchen table
could only talk. (LAUGHING)

Go on.

Well, the other week
Lillian made a cracking plum chutney.

Is that code for something?

Oh, yes.

Canasta, bridge and cribbage.

Yes, but on your honeymoon night?

Well, you have to remember it was 1 950,
and canasta was considered quite exotic.

Lillian, let me ask you something.

How do you patch things up
after a blazing row?

Oh, but we never argue.

- Not once?
- Not really.

We always find there's nothing
that can't be solved

with a nice cup of tea
and a fresh Jaffa Cake.

But, George, surely you must argue.

No, no, not really.

Oh, there was that one time
when Lillian wanted me to take the M4

and I wanted to stay on the A40.

That was a hell of a hullabaloo,
I can tell you.

He's always been very generous
in the bedroom.

Yes, I have to admit, Ben's like that.

He brings me up
a cup of cocoa every night.

Oh, no, Ben's not like that.

Excuse me.

I think George wants to dance.

Yeah, that's lovely, lovely. Eh?

Lovely. Heart-warming sight, eh?

Yes, sweet. Young love.

Yes, what a testament to cod liver oil.

Yes.

- They seem so happy.
- Mmm. I know.

- And so boring.
- I know, did you get that too?

I mean, I know we have our problems.

You make me angry, you frustrate me,

you beat me down at times,
but you're never, never boring.

I know, I know. You infuriate me,
you rub me up the wrong way,

but you know what, my darling?
Life is never dull.

Oh, God, I've missed you
these past few days.

God, I've missed you too.

We have something they don't have.

- Functioning bladders.
- Yes.

- No, passion!
- Passion, passion.

We have to recognise
that we are what we are

and I love you in spite of all
your faults - your many, many, many...

Yes, thank you, all right.
Thank you, OK, OK.

Let's go home.

Let's go home.
I just want you to know now,

it's just you and me, Susan.

And I will never, ever leave your side.
Ooh, chocolate cake!

- How do you feel?
- Oh, fantastic.

- You?
- Oh, what?

Wow, that was the best ever!

Mmm.

These pocket springs
are so supportive.

I know,

and I can't believe there are
no payments until next year.

I know, it's brilliant. (SIGHING)

- Hate you.
- Hate you too.