All language subtitles for Spider.2002.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

It's down there, isn't it?

It's down there, I think.

Let me see what it says. What's it say?

What's this say? "Peggy Street."

Miss... Mrs. Wilkinson.

Mr. Cleg, I presume.

I'm Mrs. Wilkinson.

Come in. We've been expecting you.

Wait here, Mr. Cleg,
while I fetch me keys.

Good evening to you, sir.

You're familiar with the scorpion,
I take it?

- No. No.
- Not from Africa, then?

I had you down as an old Africa hand.

No.

Africa.

Now, there's a dark continent for you.

I knew a man once who had been told

never to go barefoot,
because of the scorpion.

Getting acquainted with the residents,
Mr. Cleg?

Good. This is Terrence.

But I'm afraid we are not to be trusted.

Are we, Terrence? Now

let's get you upstairs

and out of those wet things.

Got out of bed in the middle of the night,
put his shoes on...

Put his shoes on

stung by a scorpion

sleeping in one of the toe caps.

Died in agony. Seventeen hours.

Take these, Mr. Cleg.

Come on.

Your room, Mr. Cleg.

What, not undressed yet?

Here.

Very well, then, Mr. Cleg.

I'll leave you to your own devices.

Kitchener Street.

Spleen Street.

Omdurman close.

The allotments

by the railway... By the railway,

and down the canal.

And down the canal.

Kitchener Street.

My mum.

Wakey, wakey, Mr. Cleg.

Not in bed, please.

I trust you slept well, sir.

The bedding in this house

has a curious character.

But one does grow

used to it after just a few years.

[... I will not.

I will not be here that long.

Nor did I expect to be,

but it is a loud world,

and this is an island.

But an island, sir,

ruled by a tyrant queen

who has the power
to send any one of us

back to where we came from.

The asylum, I mean.

Terrence, waxing already?

Perhaps you'd share your thoughts
with me sometime.

Mr. Cleg.

How many shirts are you wearing?

One, two, three, four!

Now, really, is this absolutely necessary?

Oh, indeed it is, madam.

Clothes maketh the man.

And

the less there is of the man,

the more the need for the clothes.

My mum...

Mummy!

Brilliant.

It's the

wing of... Wing of a sea gull.

It.

Could have gone nowhere else.

Are you making progress?

- What you doing?
- Making something.

Making something.

Aren't you clever?

- You're so good with your hands.
- It's for you.

It's for you. It's for you.

Now...

Run down the Dog.
There's a good boy.

Tell your father
his dinner's on the table.

- It's not on the table.
- It's not on the table.

Well, it will be by the time
you get him out of that pub.

Don't go out the front.
I just done them steps.

- Who's this, then?
- Handsome little fella, ain't you?

- I've come for me dad.
- Not here, is he?

You showed him!

I can't believe she done that.
Look at his little face.

Bless him.

Leave him alone.

- Evening, Bill.
- Evening, Ernie.

- The usual?
- Yeah. Cheers, mate.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Now, don't you say a word.

Well

it was different when I was a girl.

We lived out in the country then.

Essex.

I remember how I'd go
across the fields in the morning,

and I'd see the webs in the trees.

Like clouds of muslin, they were.

What, spiders' webs?

- Spiders' webs.
- Of course spiders' webs.

Who else makes webs?

And then, when I got close.

I'd see that there wasn't muslin at all.

They were wheels.

- Great big shining wheels.
- Great big shining wheels.

- And you know what else?
- What?

If you knew where to look

you could find the spider's egg bags.

Perfect little things, they were.

Tiny little silk pockets she made,

to put her eggs in.

What happened to her
after she laid her eggs?

You like this bit, don't you?

She just crawled away
without looking back once.

And then she died?

Her work was done.

She had no more silk left.

She was all dried up and empty.

Dried up and...

You ready, then?

As ready as I'll ever be.

And you, you guard the house,

all right?

We'll do that later. Come on.

That's nice, Billy.
Let's go have a drink now.

Evening, Bill.

What will you have, then?

Gin and orange for me, Billy.

- Evening, Bill.
- Evening, Ernie.

Pint of bitter, please,
and a gin and orange for the missus.

Gin and orange.

I've seen more meat
on a butcher's apron.

Nice froth, that.

He started having a Sherman, right?

I says to him, "If that's the best you
can do, you wanna take that up west."

"See what smart people have to say
about it." Getting an eyeful, are you?

It's that fat tart Yvonne Wilkinson.

- Cheers, Ernie.
- Cheers.

Fat tart

Yvonne Wilkinson.

Gin and orange.

Don't drink so fast, Bill.

Fancy another one?

No, I'm not ready for another one yet.

Turns to me and says,
"Nora, no rush."

So the man comes to Nora.
She's into him right away.

Next thing, she's got half
of London dock all over her.

She's standing there, laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" I said.

I'm drying me self off, like.

"I'm with you," she says. "Look at him.

More like Tom Thumb."
"Tom Thumb?" I says.

"What about...? What about Tiny Tim?"

How we laughed.

Now his dad, that's another story.

He was a right little towel rag.
I won't let him near me.

He told me he's there.
I says... I says:

"I'll get the decorators in,
know what I mean?"

Yvonne Wilkinson.

She made the first move.

Oh, for God's sake, stop crying!

It was your own fault.

Inside now!

You big baby.

Yes?

- Plumber.
- What?

I'm the plumber. I believe you've
got trouble with your pipes.

Yve! Plumber!

Don't tread on the cats.

It's in there.

Is that the plumber?

Hello, Yvonne.

Hear that? We get that all day.

All bloody day.

- Don't we, Nora?
- All bloody day.

You want air in those pipes.

We got air. Bad air.

Bad air.

Can't you smell it?

It's coming from your lavatory, isn't it?

I sincerely hope so.

Shocking, the state of the plumbing
in this place.

You gonna do me pipes or what?

I had a letter from
that Sophia Loren this morning.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

What she want, then?

The usual thing.

- What? The old... You know.
- Exactly right.

They're all the same.

All the same.

Still, you know,
what can you expect, really?

Mind you, them Frenchies
know a thing or two.

I should say.
I knew a Frenchie once with three tits.

- Get away.
- I swear to God.

One here, one here and one here.

Well, you do surprise me.

- Lovely girl. Come from Manchester.
- You said a Frenchie.

Well, that was a different one, you know.

My mother had three tits.

A lovely woman, your mother.

She did like a sailor.

She loved a sailor, my mom.

- Down to me that was.
- How's that, then?

Every time I smoke a fag

my mum

has it off with a sailor.

Well, you smoke all the time.

- That's what I'm saying.
- Oh.

Hello, plumber.

What'd you say your name was?

No, don't tell me.

Bill.

Always been one of my favorites.

I had a cat called Bill once.

Nippy out, eh? Glad I got me fur.

Do you like my fur?

I got it at the market, didn't 1?
Secondhand.

Still, what isn't these days?

I'm a bit secondhand me self.

But you don't mind that, do you, Bill?

You probably like that, don't you?
A bit of secondhand?

Lovely job you did on them pipes.

Barely a squeak out of them now.

Smell didn't go away, though.

All right, plumber.

Let's have you.

While you do my pipes

I'll do you.

- Do you like that?
- Yeah.

What's this?

Oh, plumber.

Hurry up, Bill. I'm bloody freezing.

I'm stopping here for a bit.

Suit yourself.

I'm going back up to the Dog.

I went down to Salisbury for a drink.

Can't a man go for a drink after his work?

I won't live like this.
I wasn't meant to live like this.

- Yeah, well, it's not my fault.
- Oh, yes, it is.

No, it bloody isn't.

It's all right, Spider.

Your father and me,
we're just having a talk.

You woke me up.

It's all right now.

We're all coming up to bed now.

Come on, my big Spider.

Let's go on up.

Look what I've bought.

Think your dad will like it?

Spider?

It doesn't fit here.

It doesn't fit. It's not gonna fit here.

It doesn't fit.

You will pick it all up, Mr. Cleg.
Every single piece!

Hello?

Yeah, hello?

Gasworks got you, have they?

I'm not surprised. Nasty stuff, gas.

I knew a man once

put his head in a gas oven,

and turned on the gas.

Then he changed his mind.

His head was stuck.

I smell... I smell gas.

Gas.

Gas. I smell gas.

It's gas, isn't it?

I only said it'd be nice
to stay in for a change.

Just the two of us.

- Wouldn't it, eh, Billy?
- No, it bloody wouldn't.

I'm sick of this house.

Bill?

Oh, Spider.

- Large Scotch.
- Coming up.

- She's off.
- Where's she going?

So, plumber

feeling better tonight, are we?

Why don't you, uh...? Why don't you
come down to the allotments?

Down the allotments? When?

Well, I'm heading off now.

Why don't you come down in a bit?

All right, plumber. Don't mind if I do.

All right, plumber. Don't mind if I do.

All right, plumber. Don't mind if I do.

I'm going out, Spider.

I'm gonna meet your father.

Shit! Oh! Ow.

- Are you all right?
- I am now.

- Look at that.
- You took terrible pain right there.

- I've got it. I've got it.
- Take the fucking things off.

- I'm all right.
- You all right?

- I will be in a minute.
- I bet you will.

This way.

You gonna take me right in there?

Gonna take you right in there.
Yeah, I got something to show you.

- Isn't it lovely?
- Home sweet home.

Two large scotch, uh, a pint of bitter,

three gin, seven bags of crisps
and 20 Embassy, please.

- What can I get you, dear?
- I'm looking for my husband.

- Hey, she's looking for her husband.
- Who's your husband, dear?

- Bill.
- Bill who?

- Bill Cleg.
- Bill Cleg.

Bill, you're wanted!

- Is he here?
- Not if he's got any sense, he ain't.

Bill Cleg? I don't know him.
Regular, is he?

No...

- Well, at least I don't think so.
- Sorry, dear.

Can I get you something?

No. Thank you.

He killed her. He killed her.

Out with the old, eh, plumber?

Out with the old, eh, plumber?

Go on, toast me. It's romantic.

Romantic.

- I've gone all bandy.
- Bandy.

What? What?

We don't care!

You'll wake up the neighbors.

They're my neighbors now, aren't they?

- That's right because you're mine now.
- That's right, isn't it?

- Just you and me.
- Oh, Billy.

You bastards!

Bastards!

Keep away, you bastards,

or I'll do the fucking lot of you!

I am not a Spaniard!

Put it down, Freddy.

Come on.

Do us all a favor.

No one said you was a Spaniard.

You bastard!

I'll cut your fucking heart out
with a trowel.

Don't talk to me about nonchalance.

Stay away! Keep away, you bastards,

or I'll skin you alive!

I'm warning youl!

Don't come near me!

I found a piece of glass

on the floor.

See, I found it on the floor.

There it is.

We was worried about that one.

Take your eye out, that would.

One.

Two.

Stop.

Kitchener Street.

How does that sound?

We're gonna go to the shops.

We'll get you some food.

I'll just put you in your buggy.
There's a good girl.

Right. Off we go. Let's go.

It's not fair, is it?

It's ridiculous.

What are you looking at me like that for?

You really have turned
into a most peculiar boy recently.

No wonder your father's worried about you.

What's the matter with you?

Your toast.

Here's your toast.

Dripping if you want it.

Your father might be home early today.

Be a bloody wonder
if everything gets done.

You ask yourself, is it worth it?

Yes, it's true we murdered your mother.

Try and think of me as your mother now.

They told me to go back for the giblets,
can you believe it?

Huh.

Murderer.

- What are you saying?
- You're both murderers.

All right. Down in the cellar.
I've had enough of this.

Come here, youl!
Get down in the cellar right now.

Come back here!

And don't bother coming back!

Murderer!

Bloody hell.

- Bloody hell.
- Murderer.

Murderer.

Murderer. You're both murderers.

Dennis?

Dennis.

Dennis?

You all right?

Come on, Dennis.

Come here. I wanna talk to you.

What is the matter with you, Dennis?

Why are you so angry with us?

- You're making your mother very unhappy.
- She's not my mother!

Not this again. Who is she, then?

Who is she, Dennis?

- Who is she?
- She's a tart.

You cheeky monkey.
I should smack your head.

She's a cheap tart.

You killed my mum, you murderer!
You bloody murderer!

Dennis

do you know what you're saying?

Are you...? Are you daft?

I don't know where you
get your ideas from.

You're by yourself too much.

You need some mates.

When I was your age, I had mates.

Every young lad needs...
Needs mates.

Dennis.

You still think I done her in?

Answer me.

Do you think I done her in?

Thank God for that.

All right. Let's go home, then. Come on.

Sorry.

Sorry.

- All right, then?
- All right now.

You sit yourselves down.

I went out, and I got something nice
for your supper.

Wakey, wakey.

Wakey, wakey.

Wakey, wakey.

Well, Mr. Cleg?

What are you looking at me like that for?

Say something, Mr. Cleg.

Cat got your tongue?

Someone...

She...

Now.

I'm missing a spare set of keys.

I left them on this table last night,

and when I came down this morning,
they were gone.

Well?

- Mr. Cleg?
- Hm?

What do you know about my spare keys?

A spare set of keys.

Several keys on a ring.

Keys.

Mr. Cleg.

Look at your room, Mr. Cleg!

This filthy thing!

It will come down.

I ask you again, Mr. Cleg,

where are my keys?

Who are you?

Don't play dumb with me, my friend.

All right. You leave me no alternative.

Arms out, legs apart.

What a magpie you are.

Where have you hidden them, eh?

Nothing to say to me, Mr. Cleg?

- You all right?
- You hurt my hands.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- It's an excuse to give you a cuddle.

Which hand is it? I'll take care of them.

Come on!

It don't work.

Fucking plumbing's off.

You're a plumber.

Fucking toilets don't work.

You stay here.

No, no, no.

For God's sake, somebody help me, please!

For God's sake!

For God's sake.

You did this.

You did this.

You did your mum in.

You killed your mother.

You murdered your mum.

Oh, God.

What have you done?

What have you done?

You ready to come back to us,
then, old son?

You got a smoke?
You got a smoke, John?