All language subtitles for Offspring s03e07 Drink, Drank, Drunk.eng

You're Darcy Proudman,
you're Nina's father.

No... YOU'RE Nina's father.

I'm angry.

Then I think about Nina and...

There's just nowhere
for the anger to go.

There's been a volcano
and I'm stuck here.

All flights are grounded.

Does your dog bite?
No. You can pat him, if you like.

Let's take a punt
on this relationship

and both of us go to London.

We can work through problems,
Patrick.

Yeah, but I can't give
you the guarantees you want.

I don't want guarantees.
Yes, you do.

I don't want to be with someone
who doesn't want to be with me.

Can I stay here for a while?
You've broken up?

I don't want to go to work tomorrow.

You'll handle this with a strong
spirit that I know you have.

So, it's been a full week
post-Patrick,

and, Billie,
you would be so proud of me.

I've had pretty much the most
constructive week in history.

You should see the storage systems.

Not much to store yet
but the systems are ready.

I've discovered quinoa,
the low-GI super grain.

Billie, you've got to get onto this.

It's a complete diet revolution.

I started a new exercise regime
and a Twitter account.

I'm yet to actually post anything
but it's there and it's ready.

It's not like
there haven't been challenges.

You know how Dad likes to pull close
when you have break-ups?

Nina, it's your father.

I've got to confirm
when we're seeing the Woody Allen.

Nina, I've got to confirm.

Now I have double dad.

Hello, Nina, it's Dr Noonan.
Uh... Phillip.

That cottage I mentioned,
my colleague Geoffrey's cottage

by the coast, it's free at the
moment if you wanted a weekend away.

Not with me of course.

Oh, unless you'd like the company.

Soon I'll face the biggest test -
a full surgical day with Patrick.

And I'm not even stressing about it
particularly.

I don't know if it's a new
self-assurance or maturity,

Oh, yeah, Clegg swapped himself on.

Why?
Because of... you.

What about me?

Well,
you've been looking a bit flummoxed.

Flummoxed?
Frazzled. Flustered.

'Discombombulated'.

Discom-BOB-ulated.

Martin.
Mmm?

Did you take me off
the surgical roster?

Sergei, I'm going to have
to call you back. Dasvidanya.

That's correct.
Why?

There seemed to be
a feeling amongst staff

that perhaps
the roster could be used

to create some space
between yourself and Patrick

until equilibrium is achieved.

Equilibrium is... has been.

I'm fine.

Does Patrick
have some sort of issue?

No, the bulk of the concerns
seem to be about you.

Well, what are people saying?

They tend to illustrate
their concerns with a slew

of pop culture references
that I fail to understand.

Alright, if any of you
have anything to say

about the 'me and Patrick'
situation, then just get it out now.

Get it out now
so we can just put it to bed.

No-one's been saying
anything... much.

Except Zara made up
a novelty calendar.

What?
Traitor.

To mark off the days
until you guys get back together.

I predicted 34. Maximum.

Cherie invented a song with a dance.
I adapted a song, a Wham song.

I didn't make the T-shirts
or anything.

Kim invented a word 'perchunked'.
'Perchunked'?

It describes you post-break-up.
It's not an insult or anything.

It just means...
Professional.

But in a slightly scary way.

Like someone who's OD'd on caffeine.

Or like a woman
in a Danish Dogma movie.

What about Patrick?
Anyone invented any words for him?

Nah.
No.

Because he's probably wise enough
to steer clear of you.

No, he's been unusually friendly.

Yeah, normally
he does that weird thing

where he's distracted and grumpy.

But now he's almost...
Chipper.

OK, keep it light, unaffected.

Hi.
Hi!

What?
That.

That right there.
That's what 'perchunked' looks like!

Now, you've got to make it clear
to Billie that I'm going to be back.

A lot. Lots of visits.
Yeah. Right.

And one of those visits
maybe will coincide

with the one time of the month
that Billie's ovulating.

Yeah.
Sorry.

Mate, she'd want you to go.
For sure.

Andrew,
can you promise me something?

If it doesn't work out with Tim,
for whatever reason,

don't stick around too long.

You do that. Like with Mr Italy.

You're too nice.

Well, you promise me something.

That you're going to fight
harder for your music.

I know you hate marketing yourself

but you're going
to have to get over that.

You've got a wife now.
And you're talented.

Stop dressing like Ellen.

Yeah, you do. Look.

You wear the trainers
and the little vest. Stop that.

Start dressing
a little MORE like Ellen.

You rock up to gigs like
you've just rolled out of bed.

You're meant to be a professional.

If Tim says anything
about an open relationship

you can just forget that, OK?

You know that's not you.

Watch yourself with Rosanna.

That's it. That's all
I have to say on the matter.

Yep, here we go.

G'day.

Don't act surprised.

I've seen the way
you are around her.

It's not like you haven't made
mistakes before.

Oh.
What?

You criticise my conduct
in relationships.

Yeah, I basically said,
"You're too nice."

You basically said,
"You're an arsehole!"

That's not what I meant. Come on.

Forget it.

Now you're going to get
all 'woofty' on me?

'Woofty'? It's not even a word,
Andrew.

I love you, Mick.

Me, too.

Nah, try again.
What?

Say it.

Say it. Say it.

I love you, too, Andrew.

OK, so you should be going
numb from your middle down.

Yes.
Yep.

Oh, God! Oh, thank God.

OK, this is ridiculous.

You're only acting self-conscious

because people are telling you
you're self-conscious.

It's a self-fulfilling prophecy,
or forecast, or syndrome.

Just walk in, Nina.

Hi, Cathy. You must be feeling
much more comfortable now.

He is my new favourite person.
Yes, he's very good at his job.

And you are definitely
my new favourite customer.

Just lie down on your side for me.

Alright, Cathy, I'll be
back to check you in a bit.

Thank you.
Thanks, mate.

Thanks, Patrick.

See? Perfectly normal
professional interactions.

There's no issue here.

He's just gorgeous, isn't he?

I mean, it's not just the drugs,
is it? He's hot.

Oh, he's hot.
Just lie down a bit more.

Is he single?
Just relax.

Is he?
I'm not sure, actually.

Well, don't you work with him?
Yeah, he's a man of mystery.

Yeah, but is he single? Yes or no.
He's single. Yes.

I believe.
Call Heather.

She's still in the cafeteria.
Call Heather.

OK, Cathy, you're doing very well.

You've got a little way
to go, though,

so just conserve your energy.

Heather, you've got
to come and see this guy.

Yeah, the anaesthetist.

No, no, trust me. Trust me.

His eyes are so soft
and he's got big hands.

Big, big hands.
You know what I'm saying?

No issue. No issue.

Trust me!

You know what you need?
What?

You need to go out, get smashed,
somewhere where they play bad pop.

I'm free tomorrow night.
Me, too.

Thank you.

Actually, I've got plans tomorrow.

Thank you.

I know for a fact that tomorrow

she's going to a movie
with her father,

and not even at night.

Just in the afternoon,
like a matinee.

Hmm. That's really sad.

OK, now just stand completely still.
Look straight ahead.

OK, I'll keep
moving around like this.

That's going to make people dizzy,
isn't it?

No, no, no. It's really slow.
OK.

Just pretend sing for a bit.
Like, mime?

Yeah.
OK.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Mick.
Hey.

Thought we were doing this tomorrow.
Yeah, yeah, we've got to prep.

Get the concept happening.
The concept?

This is just supposed
to be Rosanna singing.

We don't need 'Thriller'
or anything.

Yeah, we do, you can't just put
some crappy handy cam thing online

and expect people
to come to your show.

You're in the way.
You're in the way. Move.

OK.

Yeah.

Alright, can I connect
this to your television?

Yep. Just fiddle
with the cables at the back.

Mmm.

Let me give you a hand.

I'm sorry about this.
He's fine. He's fine.

He may not be the cinematic auteur
he claims to be.

I'm sensing that.

In fact, his entire creative output
consists of videos

of Rocket either farting
or asleep in the dishwasher.

Mick, he's fine.
I think he's gorgeous.

OK, check this out.

Hmm!

Hey. That's a lot of angles.

Hey, you have got nothing
but good angles.

Oh, Jimmy.

Look at that little bit.

OK, you should
be starting to feel that.

You are a god!

Well, without the lignocaine
I'm nothing.

I doubt that. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Thanks.

Thank you.

Nina, new patient in 306.
Five minutely contractions.

She's French-speaking, though,
so we're waiting on an interpreter.

Does she want an epidural?
Apparently not.

I'm on it.

Oui.

Hi. Clegg's organising
the interpreter.

They should be here soon.

Inez is from New Caledonia. She's
stuck here because of the ash cloud.

Oh.
Yeah.

Pat... Patrick, could I have
a word with you outside?

Yeah.

What?

You speak French?!

Yeah.

I didn't know that.

Yeah. I did a year in France
when I was at university.

Is that a problem?
No.

No, it's just... you'd expect to
know these sorts of things

if you had a serious relationship
and you move in with someone.

You just... assume that
you know the fundamentals.

I thought you did know.
Well, I didn't.

Do you want an apology or something?
No.

I don't know
your language abilities.

Because I don't have any.

Well, no, I did learn
Indonesian at high school.

I can hardly remember any of it.

Satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima...

No, see, I can't even count to 10.

I always get stuck at six.

Enam!

Nina, is it too early for us to be
working so closely with each other?

Sorry about that, Inez.

And we're so sorry that
your husband can't be here.

But we're going to do
everything we can

to deliver a beautiful baby today.

You're not seriously
bringing lights are you?

I have standards to uphold, Michael.

But you realise
there's no money in this.

It's just...
Of course, I don't want any money.

You can just buy me a drink.
Maybe four.

Maybe just make it an even dozen.

Yeah, well, you better
stock up on free drinks

before the baby arrives, huh, Jimmy?

You're going to be a dad, Jimmy?

Yep.
Oh, gorgeous.

When's your partner due?
Is it your wife or your girlfriend?

Oh, no, no. Neither.

The mother's Zara.

She's a totally brilliant girl
and we are doing this as a team

but we're not together
like a couple.

I'm not together with Olly's dad,
and Olly turned out mostly OK.

Give or take.
He's a brilliant kid.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.
OK.

What?

What?!

See you tomorrow.

I might come by tomorrow afternoon

and divide up the rest of our stuff,
if you're home.

Fine. Perfect.

You seem to be managing pretty well.

What is that supposed to mean?

All week you've been...

What?

Aggressively cheerful.

What? Me?

You're the one
who's all sunshine sweet.

"Sunshine sweet"?

Yeah, with your happy, snappy fans

and your French flirty talk-talk
and...

Nina, I can assure you,
being here with you,

it's not cheerful.

I'm not going to ask people
to roster around us, Patrick.

I won't do that.
Yeah, no.

Just leave.

Exit the building now
while the damage is minimal.

Sort of minimal.

Damn it!

One of us has got to move on.

What?

I've been thinking more and more
that person should be me.

Hang on.

There might be some openings
at the Ainsworth.

Patrick, that's ridiculous.

I know it's challenging for us at...
Challenging?

Nina... being so close to you,

doing this dance every day...

it's just... it's gutting me.

I won't tell Martin
it's because of us.

I'll tell him I've been thinking
of moving on from obstetrics,

which is true.

I'll tell him tomorrow.

Two, three, four.

You're doing that weird thing
with your face again, Mick.

No, don't stop playing.

Just absorb the direction
and keep going, mate.

From the bridge?
Yep. Two, three, four.

You're doing it again.
You were doing it again!

What? What? What am I doing?
I can't describe it.

It's just this way
you're holding your face.

It's, like...

My face was not doing that!

Rosanna, can you please confirm
the facial distortion?

That's Olly. One sec.

If you keep sabotaging, this
is gonna take a lot longer.

I'm not sabotaging anything.
You look homicidal.

Well, if your
little flirting mission

wasn't soaking up days of my time...

Rocket!
Sorry, Jimmy.

We ready?
Yeah.

You know what?
Let's just forget these extra shots.

We'll keep it simple, hey?
Oh, come on!

We'll just get
one shot of you singing. Go.

Rocket!

Mick, where's Rocket?
Look, he's around.

Look, come on. We're set up,
ready to go.

We're ready to play. Let's do this.

He's not.
Rocket!

Rocket!

That's in cinema one.

Cinema one.
Oh.

Patrick's leaving the hospital,
he says. He told me yesterday.

Oh.
It's a good thing. Probably.

It's just...

there was a tiny fragment of me
that thought that if he was still...

Yeah.

In all this time,

I've never moved more than three
blocks away from your mother.

Hard to let go of that
last little bit of hope.

Hey, do you want to drown your
heartache in popcorn and choc tops?

Very much so.
OK.

Nina!
No. Who?

Nina. Hello!
Hello!

Here for the Woody Allen?

Oh! I... I am.

"I-I-I was
nauseous and felt tingly all over.

"I was either in love
or I had smallpox."

Mmm.

I know every quote.

I think I've seen every picture,
even the direct-to-video ones.

Are you here alone?
I love the pictures alone.

For me, it's the only way...

Oh.

Hello.
Hello.

Hello.

Here for the Woody Allen, I hear.
Yes.

It's supposed to be a good one.

Someone at work said.

Yes, a return to form.

Well, I better...
Well, really, we should better...

I should leave you to it.
Yeah.

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

Rocket?

Did you leave the door open, Olly?
What?

No, it's not that.
He doesn't normally run away.

Rocket!
Rocket!

Say something.

Anything.

Anything.

Switched your phones off?

Rocket!

How-how long
since you've lived here?

Six months, but this was
his home for seven years.

Right.
Rocket!

Can you take me to
McAllister Street?

McAllister Street, Collingwood?

Yeah, it's the first share house
I lived in when I got Rocket.

Thanks for this, mate.

It's a long shot, but as a puppy

he was really good at
climbing through the back fence.

Rocket.

What's wrong, mate?

What's wrong with you, huh?

What's wrong, boy?

What's wrong with you?

Hop in the front, love.

There's a vet on Gore Street.
OK.

Put your seatbelt on, Olly.
Hang in there, boy.

You're going to be OK, mate.

What's happened, mate?

What's happened, boy?
OK, here we go.

Hang in there, mate. You're OK.

You got a minute?

I am reading
the most fascinating article

about the rebuilding of the
uterine wall postcaesarean surgery.

I've decided to leave St Francis.

There's a job going at Ainsworth
Hospital. I put my hat in the ring.

Come on, Martin.

Are you going to say something?

Yes, I am.
OK, then.

Patrick, this is a singular
hospital. A unique work environment.

It would be a pity
if you were to leave

because of a personal entanglement.

It has nothing to do with Nina.

And I'm also going to say this.

OK.

Sleep on it.
What?

Like 'The Princess and the Pea'.
What?

If you sleep undisturbed tonight,
unlike the eponymous princess,

then, my old friend,
I will support your decision.

You know, I often rather thought
it was an allusion to the clitoris.

What was?
The pea. What?!

And the prince's
inability to find it

and thus disturb her sleep.

Alright, I'll sleep on it...

Hmm?
..Martin.

But if someone calls
from Ainsworth Hospital

just say nice things about me.

Yes, if anybody calls I'll be
sure to tell them all about you.

It's not that I was disappointed,
it's just...

you know what it's like
when people build things up.

I know the part
in the cocktail bar was fantasy

but the part in the dance hall...

What?!

What?
What is it?

Jimmy said Rocket might be dying.

What? How?
Sorry, who's Rocket?

Yes.

Oh, he disappeared for hours
and then Mick found him unconscious.

They're all at the pub
waiting for news.

Sorry, is Rocket...

Oh, Rocket is Mick's dog.
My brother-in-law. He's a kelpie.

I'm sorry, we have to...
Is there anything I can do to help?

Sorry.

I'll call you later.

Billie...

can you call me
as soon as you can?

Something's happened and...

Call me as soon as you can.

Hi.
You've reached Billie Proudman.

I'm out of the country at the
moment, so leave me a message.

Sorry.

I'm sorry to do this to you
in a message but... Rocket's dead.

He... disappeared today
and I found him

and he was really sick
and I had to put him down.

And I hate telling you like this

but I've got to go
see your whole family.

They're waiting to hear.

Oh, just... call me.

Please.

They said it was pretty much all
over by the time we got him there.

I had to... I had to put him down.

You poor thing.

I'm so sorry.

Here.

Olly, come on. Give him a hug.
No.

Do you want to say something, mate?

I can't.

Oh, sorry. Sorry.
Go on. No, I'm good.

I've got to get home just in case
Billie gets on Skype, so...

Yeah.

Stupid thing.

Oh, hello.

Weren't we going to sort
out the rest of our stuff this arvo?

I'm pretty sure we didn't
settle on a time, Patrick.

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure we did.

Well, you didn't confirm, so...

I don't know why
you're taking these sheets,

because they're
not going to fit your bed.

No, that's all your stuff.
That pile. Everything there.

OK, if you think this is
too difficult, then...

No, I'm not upset about this.

I'm upset because...

What?

Rocket.

Rocket? What about him?
He's dead.

He had a tumour.

They had to put him down

and Billie's still stuck
in New Zealand

and we can't get hold of her.

Nina.

Nina.

Nina.

Hey. Hey.

Patrick...

You decide what you want to keep

and just put everything else
in a pile, OK?

I'll, um... I'll come back tomorrow
and I'll get it.

Hello?

I'm seeing the value
in alcohol and bad pop.

I can be in my dancing outfit
in seven minutes.

Great.

Hi, you've reached
Billie Proudman...

of Proudman Real Estate.

I'm currently overseas, so please
leave a message after the tone.

Billie, where are you?

Can you... can you please call me
as soon as you can?

Or I'll put Skype on.

Skype me.

- Hey.
- How are you going?

Eh.

How's Olly?

I'm so sorry to ask you this, but do
you mind chatting to him for a sec?

Is he OK?

Yeah, it's just I think
he took it to heart before

when I snapped at him
for leaving the door open.

Put him on.
Thanks.

Hey, Olly.
I've got Mick on the phone.

What?
I've got Mick on the phone.

He just wants a little
word for a second.

Mum! No way!

Sorry.

I promise all that
comes for exhaustion.

Had a bit too much sugar.

I'll come over.

Sorry! The bar was packed.

What did we miss?
Not much.

We were just agreeing not to talk
about Patrick too much tonight.

That's right.

But since making that agreement,
all we've done

is talk about Patrick
leaving the hospital.

That's right.
Patrick's leaving the hospital?

Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.
You know one of the worst things?

What's one of the worst things?
I really liked his sister.

I mean, I really liked her.

And you know when you really
connect with someone?

Yeah, I really do.

So now it's all weird

and I feel weird ringing her,
and it's just a shit of a situation.

Come on, Neens. Drop the
C-bomb, you know you want to.

No.
Come on.

You've never said it.
It'll do you good.

No. I can't, I can't.
You're nearly there! Nearly there!

Can I just ask you one thing,
totally honestly?

Do you think Patrick...

do you think...
do you think he left

because I'm a bit insufferable?

No!
No! No, no, no!

Nina, you are a brilliant,

smart, attractive, caring woman.

Yeah,
but I'm just a bit... I'm a bit...

The only thing
that you need sometimes

is just to let go!

Yeah, I know.
Bad news. Terrible news.

I just spoke to the DJ
and he refused to play bad pop.

He doesn't have anything before 2010
or anything with lyrics.

He actually laughed at me.

Oh, that DJ's a...

This is above and beyond.

Come in.

Olly!

Suddenly unconscious.

Thanks.

Stop tickling me.
Ah, so you're conscious?

Hey, mate, today with Rocket, you
know that wasn't your fault, right?

Yeah, I know.

OK, I was just checking
you knew that.

I did.

Rocket was sick
and he was really old.

Old?

Yeah, you didn't see all the grey
hairs all over him?

I thought that was just his hair.

Nah, Rocket was 15.
That is really old for a dog.

See, I got Rocket when I was 20.

See, I didn't have a cool
mum like your mum.

My mum hated dogs.

So when I moved to Melbourne
the very first thing I did

was go to the pound.

I refuse to believe that.

You hear me? I refuse.
Good for you.

Haven't you got any mid-'90s Kylie?

Sorry.
What about her indie phase?

Don't be all
bopping with your headphones.

I know you can hear me.

This is bullshit. Bullshit!

Come on. Come on.
No!

No, wait, I've got it on my phone!
Wait, wait. I've got it on my phone.

My 'park walk' mix. Look!

I'm not playing off your phone.
Why not?

Here's 25 bucks.

$50?
No, come on.

Neens, there's other places.
Let's go.

Tough Muff's on tonight.
Ooh, yeah, yeah!

Yay, Tough Muff!

What is it?
It's a lesbian club.

Oh.

What's so funny?

No, it's just the image of you
at Tough Muff is funny to me.

No offence.
Why?

'Cause it's cool and underground?

No. It's actually
kind of pop-tastic.

Take me to Tough Muff.

Olly is desperate for a
dog. He's been nagging me for years.

And this thing about moving
all the time, you know, I just...

Does Olly see his father much?

Olly's father left
when Olly was three months old.

Ooh.
Bass player.

Total cliche. I know, I know.

So was he conceived on the road?

No, I found out I was
pregnant in Albury-Wodonga.

We'd been together
for a year, though,

it wasn't your classic, you know...

Pub tour pregnancy.
No, no, no, no.

How long have you
and Billie been married?

A few months now.
Really?

Newlyweds.
Yeah.

Thought you'd been
married for years.

No, we've been together forever.

Five years maybe.
OK.

Sort of.

On and off.

There were speed bumps.

Or there was me fucking up.

Sorry.

Is it her?
Yeah.

Hey.
God, I just got all your messages.

Are you home?
No.

I'm so sorry.
It's OK, it's... Billie.

Was he hit by a car or...?

No, it was a tumour, the vet said.

He just went downhill
really suddenly.

Are you near a computer?
Can you get on Skype?

No, I'm not. I'm having a drink.

I can be online in maybe 15 minutes.

I don't understand.
Had he been sick?

Yeah. No, he seemed fine.

He was a bit subdued but then
this afternoon he disappeared.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, you're breaking up. What?

I said, not a funeral,

like a memorial to commemorate him.

Yeah, we already did that, Billie.
Sorry, what?

I said we kind of did that!
This fucking ash cloud. Sorry, what?

I said we did that!
Today at the pub.

I wasn't there.

We'll do something else.

When I imagined us
middle-aged with grey hair...

I always imagined Rocket with us,
at your feet.

Jesus, Billie, he was 15 years old.
Yeah, I know.

I'm not saying it's logical,
I'm just saying.

I'm sorry. I'm just so tired.

Do you want me to leave you alone
so you can go to bed?

Can we leave Skype on
and just lie together for a while?

Billie.

Yeah?

I miss you like sleep.

Me, too.

You know what I'm going to do
one night?

I'm going to get a babysitter
for Isabella...

I'm going to pay...

and you and I are going to go out
and we are gonna get down!

Someone needs to end this.

We don't have to talk about your
brother, it's not about Patrick.

It's about you and it's about me
and it's about the music...

It's just...
Sorry, Kate? Cherie. Gotta go. Bye.

What?

Before we go up, let me just say
this, if you do the whole

'dumped straight chick gets drunk
and pashes a girl' thing,

I'm going to lose complete respect
for you.

Why?
'Cause it's tragic.

I was once a dumped straight chick
who got pissed

and kissed a girl
and it changed my life.

No, you were once a dumped closeted
gay chick, it's totally different.

I was once a bored straight chick

who kissed a girl for the entire
month of November 2007.

Oh... really?

Do not get inspired by her.

Do not!

Oh, yes! This is what
you needed. Just let go.

Let go and give in to the music.

Yeah! Oh, I could have been
a dancer!

No matter what
happens to you in life, Nina,

you've just got to remember,
you'll always have this.

You'll always have
the beat of the music.

You'll always have the quinoa

and you'll always have
the Woody Allen movies

and the friends and the pets
and the dancing!

You'll always have the dancing.

This... this could get bad.

Yeah. Wish I'd brought a camera.

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