All language subtitles for s1-4 enkskd

So 17 year old, Beverly Pearson

of 33, Elm Dene Close,
you think you'd like to work here?

Good. So, what is it we are trying to do?
-Pardon?

What do you think
our work is here at the centre?

Oh, well, I suppose -- you want
people to play sport. -Wrong.

What if somebody
wants to go for a swim...

Wrong again.

How many tries do I get?

Tell me Beverley,
on your way into the centre,

did you notice anything
written above the door?

Oh yes. You're not allowed in
with certain kinds of shoes.

Above that?

People in leather jackets
aren't allowed in either.

Above that, carved over the door
Semper omnibus facultas. Open To All.

Oh, that is nice.

It's the most important thing
about this centre, Beverly.

We're Open To All and
that's not just people who like sport.

In fact, the people
I really want to see in here

are the people who don't like
sport at all. Who hate the idea.

Can't see the point in it.

Those are the people I really
want to see in here, Beverly.

And you know why? -Why, Mr. Brittas?
-I'll tell you why, Beverly.

Because in a divided
and troubled world such as this

it seems to me
that sport is the one thing

that can bring people together.
-Oh, I see...

Out there are people
fighting, hating, arguing.

I think if we can just
get them to come in here

and not fight, but to have
a game of badminton instead.

To talk to each other in
the shower afterwards.

To share each
other's deodorants.

To talk to one another, Beverly.

To, I'm not ashamed to say it --

to love one another.

You see Beverly, in my book,
a leisure centre is not for playing sport.

It's a cathedral
for the modern community.

Let me give you an example.

Do you know what the pool
is being used for this morning?

Swimming?

That's wrong as well, isn't it?

It's being used for a wedding, Beverly.

A young man in the scuba
club is getting married in it.

Now, he could have chosen
the church or Registry Office, but no,

he decided to come here, and I think
that's rather significant, don't you?

You see Beverly, I have this dream...

Excuse me.
Brittas.

Yes, Colin?
What, actually in the pool?

I'll be right down.
Excuse me, Beverley.

Okay, how did it happen?

The service was going
fine and the bride and groom

were just giving each
other the thumbs up sign.

And then Vic, that's the best man dropped
the ring -I think he may have been...

It went down the
grating, Mr. Brittas.

And when he swam to pick it up.
-He got his finger stuck.

Yes, I know that Colin.
That's why I'm here.

Well, Gavin, how's it going?

He's not happy, Mr. Brittas.
He gave me this message.

I am running --
His writing's not up to much is it?

He is using his left hand. -He's got his
other hand stuck in the grating you see.

Yes, I am aware of that, thank you, Colin.

I am running...
Can you see where he's running?

I think it's "out of air" Mr. Brittas.

Air?
How do you make "air" from that?

It's not so much the writing. More the
colour of his face - sort of purplish.

Vicar, can we borrow your tank?
-Oh yes, of course.

Right, Gavin, I've got here a bar of soap.
I want you to rub it round his finger.

It might just do the trick.

Now, I have a 5 school
swimming gala due in here at 12.

What exactly is our situation?

Have you finished the service?
-Oh, yes, they're married alright.

Without a ring?

I think he had a spare one
down his trunks, Mr. Brittas.

Good.

Look, do you need us any more?
-Pardon?

It's just that
I'm wanted outside for the photos.

Oh, I see.

Could you possibly tell Rick that
we're having a couple of pints across

at The Bricklayers before the
reception, if he'd care to join us.

Right.

Thank you.

It's no good Mister Brittas.

It keeps slipping out of your hands.

It's probably all that water.

Colin. Perhaps you
could do something useful,

like clearing the changing
rooms and telling Carol

the pool is closed until
further notice. -Why?

We cannot take any risks
in a situation like this.

What if some small child
became entangled in his tail coat?

The legal problems do
not bear thinking about.

Gavin. We're going
to take that grating out.

You'd better come with
me and get a screwdriver.

Just one moment, Mr. Brittas.
-What's that? - Here.

Please don't be long.
I had the curry last night.

Any idea what's happening?

No idea.
There seems to be some sort of problem.

Well, will they be long?
-They may be if Gordon's sorting it out.

I've often wondered,
how did you and Gordon meet?

You mean why did I marry him?

Well, sort of.

I don't know.
I have never been very lucky with men.

Yeah.

We met on the hard shoulder
of the M6, just outside Birmingham.

Well, that doesn't sound
a very promising start.

No. I was just recovering from
a rather messy divorce, and for some

unknown reason, I'd let this ape called
Terry take me to the Caravan Show.

Anyway, we broke down on
the way home. Engine just died.

And suddenly, from out of
nowhere, there was Gordon

clutching his little
set of socket spanners.

And you'd never met him before?
-No.

And he was marvellous.
Took one look at the engine and said

"Someone's not been cleaning
those spark plugs properly, have they?"

I'd never heard anyone
talk to Terry like that before.

I just laughed.
Terry told him to shut up.

And Gordon said he thought
perhaps women deserve

better language than that,
and it went on from there.

Eventually, Gordon said
he thought we should all

sit down, apologise to
each other, and shake hands.

And Terry hit him over
the head with a tyre lever.

It was that long, hot summer
of 83. Do you remember?

And visiting him in the hospital,
I really did get quite fond of him.

I mean, he was quite
different from how he is now.

Then, he was drifting in and
out of a coma with his jaw bound.

I thought he was wonderful

He can be very charming -- sometimes.

And loyal.
-Oh, he's very...

well, you know.

He seems to care about things.

Oh, he's...

Yes.

It's our wedding anniversary today.

I thought you looked a bit down.

Screwdriver. Screwdriver.

There we are Gavin.
If you'd just like to sign for it there.

Right, Beverly, where were we?

You were telling me
all about the centre, Mr. Brittas.

How you wanted people to play sport.

Was I? Are you sure?

Oh no, it's not just meant for that.

Oh, I see. I did wonder.

You've got all those
squash courts and everything downstairs.

Let me tell you a story Beverly.
When I was a student at Loughborough,

we had a chap in digs, who
always had his nose in a book

reading about politics or philosophy.
Anything to avoid talking to you.

You know the sort. Now, I used
to coach a little football team

for underprivileged lads down
in the docks, and every week

I would ask this chap
if he wanted to play.

And every week he'd make
up some excuse,

like he had exams or something.
Or he didn't like football.

But I kept plugging away, until one day,
just after his mother died, I think it was,

he gave in and he said, alright,
Gordon, you win, I'll play.

And he played one game,
and for that one game,

that one game,
he was part of the team.

He belonged.

And I don't think he'll
ever forget that day, Beverly.

In fact, that's what
he told me years later,

when I ran into him quite
by accident at a petrol station.

He was polishing cars out in the forecourt.

And when I saw what he made
of his life, the shine he was putting

on those bonnets,
the pride he must have felt wearing

those General Motors overalls.

That is when I realised that
sport can change people's lives.

You see, Beverly,

I have a dream.

They've let down your tyres
in the car park again, Mr. Brittas.

Ah, Angie.

And they were trying to push a potato
up the exhaust, but Laura stopped them.

She said if you've got a moment,
can you pop down to reception?

What now? Well, now that's another thing
I've learned, Beverly. The buck stops here.

Coming to work here, are you?

Yeah, well either here or the chemist's.

Choices, choices eh?
-Yeah.

I've already done me interview with the
chemist. He suggested I come up here.

So what do you make of Head Girl?

Pardon?
-Mr. Brittas.

Oh, he's very impressive, isn't he?

He's been telling me all about
bringing everyone together.

He's got this dream
of World Peace you know? -Yeah.

He has mentioned it.

Imagine what sort of world it would
be if everyone was like him, eh?

Hmm. It's quite
a thought, isn't it?

They're bailiffs, mother.
They can take whatever they want.

Is everything alright, Carol?
-Hello, Mr. Brittas. Fine.

I think Laura wanted to see me.

Sorry, I can't talk to you now, mother.
Yes, yes, you have a nice day too. Bye.

What's this?
-What?

All this water on the floor.

I take it it's those people
in flippers, Mr. Brittas.

It's all up hill
some days, Carol, isn't it?

How can I help you?

Sorry. I'm sorry, but I cannot
let this pass without comment.

There is water all
over the floor in there.

Don't you think it's a tiny bit selfish,
leaving the place with water slopping

about all over the floor? Other people
have to use this centre too you know.

Semper omnibus facultas. Don't
you understand what that means?

All right, all right.
I know it's a festive occasion

and I don't want
to put a dampener on proceedings,

but I will leave you with one final
thought. Would you do it in your own home?

Alright? Point taken?

We'll say no more about it then.

Excuse me

Were you the one caught sticking
a potato up his exhaust earlier? -Sorry.

Well.

How about trying it again --
with a golf ball?

If only people would realise it's
their centre, Carol. It's not my centre.

That's the whole point.
It belongs to everyone.

Come on. Out I mean, it out.

Laura? - Come on. All the way.
No sneaking back, come on.

Laura, what are you doing?

I'm just telling Mister Appleby
he's not welcome in the Centre.

Laura. Laura, I cannot believe
I'm hearing this. I'm very sorry.

There's been a slight misunderstanding.
You go on in and enjoy yourself.

You're very welcome. Have a nice day.
-Mr. Brittas, you don't understand.

I understand perfectly,
just because a man's in a wheelchair...

He's drunk!
-What?

He's got a 24 pack of Guinness in his
shopping pannier. And 18 of them are empty!

You mean he's not disabled
at all, he's just pretending?

No no no, he's disabled alright.
He gets an allowance.

And he uses it to get drunk.
How ungrateful can you get?

I found him in the girl's changing room.

You mean he's some sort of Peeping Tom?

There's no peeping about it.

He was parked there
watching me get undressed.

I was too embarrassed
to throw him out.

Well, I'm not.

Ah Colin.
-Yes, Mr. Brittas?

There's a man
down there in an invalid car.

Yes, it's nice isn't it
when people like that...

I want you to ask him to leave.
-Are you sure?

We don't want his sort in here,
just get rid of him, will you.

If you say so, Mr. Brittas.

What is it Gavin?

Well, this doesn't
seem to fit the screws on

the grille, Mr. Brittas.
We need a Philips. -What?

One of those ones
with little criss cross on the end.

Yes, I know what a Philips
screwdriver is, Gavin. What's the problem?

We can't seem to find one to
unscrew the grille in the pool.

Well, you'd better go
and buy one, hadn't you.

I think the centre could rise to the
expense of a small screwdriver, don't you?

Alright Mr. Brittas.

Gavin. -Yes?
-Not the place in the High Street. -Sorry?

I've never really trusted them. They were
difficult about a roof rack I brought back.

So I'd rather you go to Homebase.

Yes, Mr. Brittas.

Gavin, don't forget a receipt.
And mind how you go.

Tim? -I just thought you ought
to know there's a man

in an invalid car throwing
beer cans into the squash court.

Beer cans?

Do you realise we built ramps
for people like that.

And then he has this
extraordinary self confidence.

Nothing seems to dent it does it, ever?

No. You know when we left the last place,
the staff got him this present, which

surprised me for a start. It was a print of
General Gordon on the steps of Khartoum.

You know, the one with
the spear in his chest.

Very heroic. -And written along
the spear in tiny letters it said

From all the staff at Aldershot.

It's one of his proudest
possessions. He saw the writing,

and just thinks they were
too shy to sign it properly.

So he sees himself
as a sort of General Gordon?

No, no, I think he models himself more
on Mother Theresa. -What?

They do have a certain amount in common.

I mean they both care a great deal.
They want desperately to help.

And they both have this idea that God's
called them for some special purpose.

The only real difference is

I don't think God was
trying to call Gordon at all.

I think he just overheard
a message for someone else.

Gordon's just not qualified
to be some sort of Messiah.

He should be somewhere at the back,
shouldn't he? Tidying the hymn books.

The only trouble is, if you
think Gordon is a bit limited,

what does that make the
woman who married him?

So, you haven't any exams?

I'm not interested in academic
qualifications, Beverly Pearson.

The sort of people I want are
visionaries, dreamers, idealists,

but, who have a practical, no nonsense,
down to Earth common sense.

Well, if...
-They have to be individualists,

who can think for themselves
and work on their own,

but who can still be part of
an integrated disciplined team. -Right.

They have to be quiet,
caring listening sort of people,

but at the same time,
quick witted, resourceful

and able to deal with problems
quickly and decisively.

It's no good, Mr. Brittas.

Could you knock, do you think, Colin?

It's no good, Mr. Brittas,
I can't catch him.

He's in an invalid car, Colin.

Those things have a maximum
speed of eight miles an hour.

He's put a matchstick in
the governor, Mr. Brittas.

I reckon he's doing
over 30 down the long corridors.

Can't we call the police?

I'm not going to be the laughing stock down
at the station twice in one week, Colin.

If 38 staff in a physical
training establishment

can't stop one drunk in a wheelchair.

30 miles an hour? He can't
keep it up forever, can he?

His batteries will give out.

Yes, but how soon?

Well, it shouldn't be
too difficult to find out.

He's half terrified the Roly Poly Club.

Old Mrs Bob Sweetie's still
wedged behind the wall bars.

I thought we could raise
some sort of trap? -What?

Something to slow him down.
You know, like

throwing a load of tin tacks
in front of him and bursting his tyres.

You're not thinking
it through, Colin.

What if some small child fell on them
and poked both its eyes out? What then, eh?

How'd that look in the tabloid press?

Hello, is that Everest Invalid Cars?

No no no no no. I just want to
find out how long the batteries last.

That long, eh?

Yes, it is a great step forward.

Up to 18 hours.

Angie, I want you to bring
me in the architect's plans.

Now, Colin, where
did you last see...

Brittas.

Has he? Whose clothes?

Well, give her a blanket and tell her
to keep off the corridors.

Plans, Mr. Brittas.

Right, Colin, I want you to
tell me where you last saw him.

Outside the weights room, Mr. Brittas.

Right and Linda said he
was last sighted here outside

the showers, which means
he's heading this way.

Now, I reckon if we cut him off here.
-How do we do that Mr. Brittas?

Some sort of barricade I'd have thought.

You could use cardboard boxes.
-What?

Like what they do in the films.

Stack up a lot of boxes
and they break your fall.

Well done Beverly Pearson. You're getting
the hang of this already, aren't you?

Cardboard boxes, Colin.

Yeah, but what if he comes
back around the other way, Mr. Brittas?

Ah, well, he won't be able to,
will he, Colin?

Cos what I'm gonna do
is cut off these doors

here and here,
leaving him trapped here.

He must escaped from the lift, Colin. You
take the 2nd floor, I'll look down here.

Hello, Carol. How are things?

Oh, hello Mrs. Brittas. Fine.

I wanted to say, about the lilos...
-You keep them till you get your beds back.

You're very kind.
I'm afraid you just missed Mr. Brittas.

Oh that's alright. -We came in
for a swim but the pool doesn't

seem to be open. -So we thought
we might try a game of badminton.

I'm afraid the gymnasium's closed off.

Game of squash?
-Could we borrow some rackets, Carol?

Yes, of course.

He must have gone
your way, Colin.

You'd better start by
sealing off the squash courts,

then close off the fire doors
in the conference suite,

make sure the upstairs changing rooms
were evacuated,

then ask Gavin to bring
the keys down to me, alright?

Everything alright, Gordon?

Oh, darling. I see you persuaded
Pat to come in and take my advice.

What advice?

Popping in here to tone up the flab.

Or lose a few pounds is it, Pat?

We were hoping to have a swim.

Ah, unfortunately...
-Then, we thought a game of squash.

But you seem to be
closing the place down around us,

and we wondered if it was safe to sit on
the stairs and read a book. haha.

You're a tonic, you are, darling.

Am I?- Here I am going quietly
up the wall and you come in with

a few gentle jokes and put the
whole thing back in perspective.

How did I manage that?

Meeting here this evening are we?
-I'll be here. -Babysitter organised?

Pam's volunteered, haven't you Pam?

Just checking.
Well done, Pat.

You're going out tonight?

The anniversary. Every year
he books tickets for a show in London.

Dinner, Hotel...
-And you want me to babysit?

No, not really. -No?
-No. We never actually get there.

We usually have to settle
for a takeaway Chinese.

Oh!

Would you like me to
hang around just in case?

A burst radiator pipe?
Don't move. I'm on my way.

I shouldn't bother.

Carol, that radiator was leaking
rather close to the fuse box.

So close off the solarium
and the sauna, alright?

Mr. Brittas. It's the barrier.
Cardboard boxes like you said.

Colin, I meant a few cardboard boxes
scattered around to slow him down.

This is a --
you can't even see over it.

You can if you stand on the
fire step Mr. Brittas. -Fire step?

I thought if we all got
up here and we each

have one of these,
we could shoot his tyres out.

This is not guerilla warfare.
We're not trying to ambush a Nazi patrol.

I've got the screwdriver, Mr. Brittas.

One moment please, Gavin.
I think we'd all feel a lot safer

if you brought that thing down here.

Trouble is, I can't get
through to the pool.

Gavin, please.
-Somebody's has locked the main door.

Gavin, even the best of us can only
deal with one thing at a time.

Now, Colin, I want you to get this thing
down to a manageable size, please.

Yes but I...
-All we're try to do is stop a man

in an invalid car long enough
for me to explain to him,

quietly but firmly,
that he has to leave.

At the moment we can't
even see him coming.

I thought we'd hear him. -How can we
possibly hear him, Colin? It's electric.

That's the whole point.
They don't make any noise.

If we leave it like this,
the first we're going to know about it

is when he comes crashing through there
at 30 miles an hour.

You bastard!

You won't get away with this.

Mr. Brittas.

You'll pay for every penny
of damage, do you hear me?

Mr. Brittas.
-Every penny! What is it Colin?

I think I've shot Gavin.

I was a bit surprised you see,

and I gave a little jump
and I think it must have gone off.

Talk to me Gavin. Say something.

Alright, alright Tim, let's see
if we can't pull this thing out.

I'm not sure that's wise, Mr. Brittas. He's
got barbs... -He's got blood. He's hurt.

I don't think so.
He's more sort of pinned.

Alright, come on, let's not
get hysterical about this, Tim.

Carol, I think you'd
better call an ambulance

and tell the police we've got
a maniac loose in an invalid car.

He could be bleeding to death.
We can't just wait for an ambulance.

Alright, alright, alright, alright.
I'll tell you what we'll do.

Any sign of that ambulance yet, Carol?

Not yet, Mr. Brittas. -Maybe they've
boycotted us again, Mr. Brittas.

Good grief, what are you doing?

He got into
the antenatal class Mr. Brittas.

Is this one of our doors?

He drove straight in
and ran over a demonstration doll.

Mrs. Ferris went into
labour with the shock.

It is. It is, isn't it.
It's a leisure centre door.

She needs to get hospital straight away.

You can't go round ripping off doors just
because a woman is gonna have a baby.

I don't see why she can't have a door.
Gavin's got one.

We didn't have much choice with Gavin.
He was nailed to the damn thing.

Couldn't you have carried her down?
Given her a fireman's lift or something?

You can't sling a pregnant woman
over your shoulder, Mr. Brittas!

One jolt and she'd have
the baby all down your back.

Ambulance is here, Mr. Brittas.

Alright, Colin. Get them out.
Gavin...

Push. Push.
Not you, Mrs. Ferris!

What is it Carol?
-Linda, she's got a problem.

She's got a problem.
Where is she?

Squash court corridor.

That's condensation, Linda.

It's taking the paint off Mr Brittas.
-What?

It came from inside the carboys.
-What carboys?

They must have got smashed
when that man came through.

You mean to say there was
something inside those cardboard boxes?

It was Colin's idea.
He wanted to give it a bit of weight.

Hang about! This is sodium
hypo chloride for the pool.

Well, I think it's alright now.

What are you talking about?
How could it be alright?

It seems to have seeped away.

Well, we seem to have
had a small spillage.

I wondered what particular
precautions we should take?

About 35 gallons.

No, we've already rung the police.

Well, most of it seems
to have sort of trickled away.

If it comes into contact with what?

That would make
chlorine gas, would it?

Well, it shouldn't be
too difficult to find out.

What particular symptoms should I look for?

Coughing and vomiting!

Excuse me, I've got 52 here for an activity
session. We're not too early are we?

Right I want you to get those
injured people down the fire escape

and into the ambulances, alright?

Phil, organise breathing masks
and check the rest of the building.

Laura, set up a first aid station outside
the emergency exit. -Right.

Linda, get me a full list of names
and addresses of people leaving.

Don't forget compensation forms
and damage claims, alright?

Patrick, make sure the car park's
clear for the Fire Brigade.

Debbie get on to the hospital,
get me a full list of casualties, alright?

Colin. -Yeah?
-Put the kettle on.

Now, Angie, when the Chief Inspector
arrives, show him straight in.

I filled in
the application form, Mr. Brittas.

What? Oh, yes.

To be honest.

I don't know if I'm cut out
for this sort of thing. -What?

Well, I thought working here
would be about sport, you see.

Didn't realise you'd
have to know what to do

if people were gassed
or nailed to a door.

Well, don't decide yet, Beverly.
Think about it.

I've thought about it, Mr Brittas,
and if you don't mind,

I think I'll probably
take that job at the chemist.

Not too disappointed, I hope darling?

Why?
-About this evening. The anniversary.

No. I've cancelled dinner and the show.

Did you? Good.
And you've told Pam? -Hmm?

That we wouldn't be needing a babysitter.

She knows.

Sorry, darling.

Still, plenty more years, eh?
-I suppose so.

This thing doesn't seem
to be going up at all.

I had a nice girl in for interview today.

For a job?

Young, keen.
Just the sort we need, I thought.

She didn't take it, did she?

Well, in fairness to her,
she didn't actually say no.

I think I'll call
her in the morning.

Had that spark. It's like
looking at myself 10 years ago.

This one's not going up either.

Now, I haven't forgotten anything, have I?

Like what?

I'm sure there was
something else I meant to do.

Just close the door
and let's go home, Gordon.

Doors. What would I do without you,
darling? I never rang the builders.

We've got 3 doors
missing in the centre.

Never mind, I'll deal
with it in the morning.

I thought we might stop off on the way home
and pick up a takeaway. That's always nice.

Fine.

I wish I could remember what it was.

I thought you just had.

No, it was something else.

Never mind.
It will come to me in the morning.