All language subtitles for After.Life.S01E05.WEB.X264-INFLATE_ENG

Keep being funny.

Tell jokes... at the funeral,
or at the party after.

There'd better be a party after.

You're always funny at parties.
You always get drunk and overexcited.

Running around like a fat, little
annoying Santa with your rosy cheeks,

making everyone laugh.

Then you have a sort of spiritual hangover
the next day,

worried you'd offended so and so.

You never had, though.

You just made 'em laugh.

Just keep being funny.

You're a lovely man.

You all right, George?

What's the matter?

Robbie hit me.

Why?

He always does, every day.

Which one's Robbie?

- Stop it!
- The one with the branch?

Are you Robbie?

- Yeah.
- Robbie, come here.

Listen up, right?

I'm an escaped lunatic,

and I like murdering little fat kids
like you,

so if you hit George or anyone else,
I'm gonna come to your house...

I know where you live...

and while you're asleep, I'm gonna smash
your stupid head in with this hammer.

Do you understand?

I just threatened a ten-year-old kid
with a hammer.

They've gotta learn.

He was bullying George, and I said

I'd murder him in his sleep
if he did it again.

- Oh... Hello.
- Hi.

He's going to murder a kid with a hammer

if it doesn't behave.

So did you...
go on your date, then?

Yeah.

Was it a success?

No, it was... awful...

awkward... just the worst.

The one good thing about my life is
that I never have to do that shit again.

Oh, I know what you mean.

You know, I'm genuinely happy on my own.

Just me and the dog.

- Me and my cat.
- Exactly.

When the dog goes, and him,

I'll have no responsibility
for anything ever again.

I can do what I like.

Mm-hm.

Well, you'll never have
to come here again, so...

- Right.
- Okay.

- I've gotta...
- Yeah.

- See you.
- See you later.

Valerie, erm...

call me when my girlfriend
gets here, please.

But you'll see her.

What?

Yeah, just call me, huh?

She's bringing me a treat.

Women.

Bloody love 'em though.

Oh, hey. How was the date?

The worst.

- Oh no.
- Yeah.

- I thought you'd have so much in common.
- Well, she didn't want to be there,

she drank like a fish,
swore like a trooper,

err, she was narcissistic, rude.

Yeah, exactly.

Good one. Luckily, I got it in first
that I didn't want to be there either,

and that I miss my wife, and that...

I wanna kill myself.

And then she teased me
that I couldn't commit suicide

as well as her dead husband.

- Sounds brilliant.
- Yeah.

Then I tried to knock a couple of muggers
off a moped.

Stole their hammer.

You were mugged again?

No.

A woman was...

But as they went past me.

I've always wanted to knock a twat
off a motorbike.

I hate the way they rev up
for no reason.

The fact they were muggers was a bonus.
It sort of justified it.

And what d'you mean,
you stole their hammer?

I confiscated it, really.
They dropped it, so I thought,

"I'll have that."

It's a good one as well,
so not a complete waste of an evening.

Good.

Can I just talk to you
about something a sec?

Yeah.

Did you hear about Julian?

- The guy who distributes the newspapers.
- Yeah.

He was found dead this morning.

From an overdose, heroin.

Yep.

It's so sad. I didn't even...

I... I had no idea.

I gave him the money.

For what?

For drugs.

Yeah, but you couldn't have known
that he would overdose, though.

Well...

- Fuck's sake, Tony.
- What?

Don't say that.
Don't even joke about things like that.

What? Why? What's...

Because you're the godfather to my son.

- Right...
- Because you're not a fucking psychopath.

- Okay.
- Why would you say...

Why would you even tell me that?

You didn't know.

- Just tell me you didn't know.
- Right. I couldn't know...

- Right.
- ...it was gonna...

you know, work.

Work? Are you fucking kidding me?

He was a heroin addict, okay?
That's what he did.

Right? It's what he wanted, obviously.

- So...
- Tell me that you didn't know

that he was gonna kill himself, or I'm not
gonna let you see George again, okay?

I didn't know.

Obviously not.

Okay.

You didn't... Yeah, you didn't know.

Here she is.

- Who?
- My bird.

- My bird.
- Come in. Take a seat.

- Bread pudding delivery.
- Lovely. Thanks, love.

Um, everyone, it's my girlfriend, June.
June, everyone.

- Hello.
- Hi, June.

So... what's it like going out with...

that?

It's lovely.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

What do you mean?

He's good with my boy.

- Right.
- Got a lot in common,

- my two little fatties.
- Oh.

I love it when
they fight over Creme Eggs.

- Not fighting.
- You do.

No, he's just... He gets a bit grabby.

Ahh. He tells me you were attracted
to his style even before his personality.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

- Love everything about him.
- Right.

Especially his body.

Really?

Wh-wh-why?

Why? What's...

He's 'ot.

'Ot?

Yeah, like his body temperature's warm,
like hot to the touch.

- Oh, right.
- So when he's naked, it's like cuddling

- a big baby.
- Oh.

And his skin's dead smooth
when he gets out the bath.

Very cuddly, yeah.

And have you noticed
the roll of, um...

flab on his neck?

- Back fat?
- No, not back fat,

but we'll come back to that, thank you.

Um, no. Next time he's lying naked,

just grab the back of his neck.
Or get on him, if you like.

Sit on him,
grab the roll of fat on his back there,

and blump him around the room
like a biiiig space hopper.

- That'd be good.
- Don't want to hurt him, do I?

- No. You just wanna cudd... I know.

Wanna see a sexy picture of him
just out the bath?

- Yes, please, June.
- I've got one 'ere.

You should probably...
head off, love, shouldn't you?

- Yeah.
- Well, come back any time, though,

'cause we're a local paper,
so we need sort of... Ahhh!

We need sort of local interest stories
like this.

- Ah, I forgot the custard.
- Not to worry.

Okay, next time, though.

- Never mind.
- Yeah, all right. See you, love.

- Thanks for...
- See you later.

Nice to meet you all.

- Nice to meet you.
- Lovely to meet you. Cheers.

- Ta-ra.
- Thanks for the pud.

You're welcome!

- Fuckin' hell.
- You make a lovely couple.

Cheers.

Someone for everyone, isn't there?

Thanks.

She's brilliant, mate.

Cheers.

- Oh.
- Hi.

Hi. Twice in one day?

- Somebody's popular.
- It's just a slow workday, so...

- Wish I had a slow workday.
- You busy?

Err... Yeah, just a bit.

Just... Well, have a sit down.

That's all I've got.

God.

Okay, back to work.

- Bye!
- Bye.

Well,
I didn't breastfeed this time,

not convenient.

Obviously, I was still lactating,
so I thought, "Waste not, want not,"

so I expressed...

and started making rice puddings.

- Out of your breast milk?
- Good idea.

It's more natural,
if you think about it, isn't it?

For people to eat a pudding
made from human milk.

That's what we're used to, isn't it?

Well, when we're babies maybe.

So I kept expressing...

And making... rice puddings.

Do other people eat these?

Yeah, they lap it up.

And they know it's your breast milk?

Yeah.

Who eats these?

Mr. Crosby at number five.

He can't get enough.

- I mean, I can't make huge puddings.
- Sure.

Sometimes I have to top it up
with cow's milk.

Right.

Anyway, do you want to try?

Nah. We're fine, thank you...

Oh. Oh, God!

Are you okay?

No, it's the sight of him just...

Slurping it up like a fat...

fuckin' Labrador.

Oh, god.

It's...

Oh, God.

Change the subject.

So for the bread,
I use my own vaginal yeast.

Thank you.

You never need to use
your own vaginal yeast to make bread.

If you're making bread,
"Oh, we've run out of yeast.

Oh, I know. I can use... Forget it.

I'll go to the shops.
We'll get a lovely loaf."

You've still got the fuckin' milk
around your mouth.

Oh, you pig.

I've got to walk the dog.
I'll see you later.

All right?

- Yeah.
- Been waiting for you.

Why?

Postcard.

- Who's that from?
- You, obviously.

What's it say?

- You know what it says.
- Go on.

"To Pat. Stop reading my postcards,
you nosy, scruffy cunt."

Not very nice, is it?

It's not addressed to you, is it?
It's addressed to me.

Yeah, but you knew I'd read it.

And that's my point.

Good girl. Come on.

I'm always angry.

Yeah.

I hate the fact that people think...

they can get away with being shit,
you know?

I was wound up the other day

by a woman walking along the street
next to me,

and she was shuffling.
She wouldn't pick her...

Pick your fuckin' feet up.

Has no one ever told you
how to fuckin' walk?

You're an adult.

I wanted to punch a bloke
in the cafe yesterday

for yawning too loudly.

He was doing this...

Shut the fuck up!

No one cares.

It's like celebrating being tired.

We all get irritated by things, okay?

I hate people who eat the ice
in their gin and tonics.

So do I.

But I bet your first thought isn't,
"I hope he chokes on that,

and as he's on the floor gasping for air,

I wanna lean in and go,

"That's what you get for eating ice,
you fuckin' moron."

No, it isn't.

Welcome to the contents of my head.

Excuse me.

- Spare a moment for homeless children?
- Sorry, no.

Oh, don't care about children
in poverty then?

Not at the moment.
I've got bigger problems.

Do bigger problems exist
than the desperate poverty of a child?

Sorry, I thought me saying I was busy
was enough.

What's the guilt tripping?
And don't give me this altruism shit.

You're not a volunteer.
Everyone knows you're getting paid.

You don't give a fuck about the charity
or poverty-stricken kids. You want money.

I'd effectively be paying your wages,

you wiry, little twat.

Four-eyes!

Oh.

Please can I be in the paper?

For what?

Me.

- My story.
- What story?

I've got stories.

You'll do stories about anything in here,
won't you?

What was it last week,
"Woman Finds Hat in a Tree"?

Please...

come and have a look at my home.

- Why?
- This is just the tip of the iceberg.

You don't know.

No, I believe you.

It's a tr... trevor tro... treasure trove.

- Easy for you to say.
- Collected loads of things over the years.

Memorabilia and trophies and...

my exploits.

If you're not convinced, I promise
I'll never darken your door again.

So if we come and look at your house,

you'll never bother us...

Never. No.

It'll make my year.

D'you wanna go have a look?

Yeah.

Please bring the new girl.

D'you want to watch us cover this story?

- Yeah. All right.
- Yeah?

Here we go.

Here we are.

- Fuckin' hell.
- Come in.

This is the dining room.

Okay, come through.

This is what I've been talking about.
This is...

Questions?

What's that smell?

Which one?

Like a clawing thing
in the back of the throat.

- Back of the throat. Dead mice.
- Yeah...

Back of the room. Back corner.
Basically, I put some traps there

a couple of years ago,
and I can't get to them, so...

Any other questions?

- What are they?
- Cockroaches.

I collect them.

Basically, these little fellas are um...

- Don't open it.
- Okay.

My rule is, if you come onto my property,
then I own you.

Okay?

Question three?

- How long have you been doing this?
- Ooh.

When did my wife leave me?

Seven years.

Seven years ago. I just thought I could
do what I like with the place.

So I just went for it.

Yeah, which brings me to my next question,

- and don't take this the wrong way...
- No.

Why have you never considered suicide?

I have.

And why... didn't you go through with it?

Because I decided it was too good for me.

Wow.

That's what you're dealing with.

- Cup of tea?
- Definitely not.

Okay.

Brian, this isn't right for a local paper.
How can I do a...

There's no story here, mate.

Can I stay and try and find one?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Okay.

See you later.

- Cheers, Brian.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

Where are you going?

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.

Don't leave her with him.

- It stinks.
- Yeah.

What d'you wanna know?
Where'd you wanna go?

Just show me
what you've got, really.

What I've got?
What haven't I got?

Okay, thank you. Yeah.

No, thanks for letting me know.

Hello, everybody! Hello!

Hello, everybody! Hello.

Say hello, everybody.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hello, Mr. Punch.

Hello, Mrs. Punch.
What are you up to?

Oh, nothing much. Nothing much.

Yes, you have.
You've been shagging Mickey the Gypsy.

No, I haven't.

Yes, you have.

Ooh, calm down, Brian.

Calm down?
You're telling me to calm down?

Huh? You've made me a laughing stock
around the village,

and she's telling me to calm down.

She's been shagging anything that moves.

For 18 months, she's shagging
Mickey the Gypsy down Green Lane.

My wife is a slut. There's your headline.

"My Wife's a Slut."

This woman has destroyed me.

Yes, please, take a picture. Thank you.

Tony, can I have a word?

- Now?
- Yeah, now.

Shut the door.

Sit down.

I just had a phone call from the school.

Not as a story or anything,
but as a parent.

Apparently, a middle-aged man
threatened a ten-year-old child

with a hammer today.

You threatened a child
with a fucking hammer.

Who told you it was me?

Nobody. They don't know it was you.

I know it was you
'cause I've seen the fucking hammer.

He was bullying George.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Tony?
I can't...

I can take all the insults, you know,
the lateness.

Fill your boots with that shit,
but you can't...

If you carry on like this,
people are gonna get hurt, right?

- And it's not gonna be George.
- I know.

I was trying to stop George getting hurt.

I get enough grief from Jill as it is,

letting George see you, but I do it

because I know it makes you happy,

but I can't risk that anymore.
Do you understand?

- I'm fucked up.
- You're not fuck... that's not good enough.

That is not good enough, Tony.

That's letting yourself
off the hook again.

People who are fucked up
don't choose to be like that.

You're doing this on purpose.
You know what you're doing.

This is the worst thing you've done.

I don't even know
what you're fighting anymore.

I don't get this, okay?
There is no enemy in this story.

This is... You're just doing this
to yourself.

I'm in pain, all right?
I'm in fucking pain all the time,

and I do shit like this...

...'cause it makes me
feel better for a split second.

Other people are in pain as well.
Other people have shit going on.

Other people have things
they need to deal with.

I just want to be out of pain.

Either live without pain
or die without pain,

whichever one comes first.

- I choose that, all right?
- Okay, listen to me.

If you're saying to me
that you can't be trusted,

that you're not accountable
for your actions, then that's fine,

if that's what you're saying.

But that means
that you don't get to see George.

Because if you're saying I have to choose
between the safety of my son...

and you,

then I choose my son every fucking time.
Do you understand me?

It doesn't even come close.

- I'd never do anything to hurt George.
- Look what you've done already.

I know.

I won't do anything like this again.

Well, let's see, okay?

What was it like?

- Absolutely mental.
- Why?

It's just full of shit.

Just old shit.

He did a puppet show!

- Puppet show?
- Yeah, like an actual puppet show.

How are you even gonna deal with that?

It's quite sad.

Excited to start it.

Why is it empty?

What d'you mean?

Well, usually, there's like a... romantic
scene or a castle or something inside.

Yeah. This is one of them
that you're meant to put

a photo of a loved one in, but...

I haven't met anyone, though.

Fuck me.

Put something in it.

Picture of your cat,

something you love.

What d'you love?

Loads of stuff.

Go on.

Go on what?

What d'you mean "Go on what"?

What?

I said, "Go on,"

and you said, "Go on what?"

You haven't heard the phrase, "go on,"

as in expound,

give me some examples?

- No.
- No?

Okay.

Give me some examples of things you love.

Having a laugh.

- Really?
- Yeah!

You've seen the birthday cards
I buy people.

Funny memes I show around on Twitter.

Kevin Hart.

- Fancy seeing you here.
- Oh.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Good.

Erm...

I need some advice.

I wanted to kill myself.

And when I couldn't, or hadn't,

I thought, "Okay.

If I'm gonna do this
carrying on living thing,

it's gonna be on my terms,
I'm gonna do what I want,

and I've always got suicide
to fall back on."

Got to have a backup.

Exactly.

But it didn't go to plan.

Erm...

At first,
I thought it was like a superpower.

I can do anything. Who cares?

What's the worst that can happen?

Nothing can hurt me because I can
always kill myself, you know? And...

But then...

I realized you can't...

You can't not care about things
you actually care about.

You can't fool yourself and...

And, err...

it was something you said,
that it's not all about me,

and even though I'm in pain,

it's worth...

sticking around to maybe...

make my...

little corner of the world
a slightly better place.

That's all there is.

Happiness is amazing.

It's so amazing,
it doesn't matter if it's yours or not.

There's that lovely thing,

"A society grows great
when old men plant trees,

the shade of which they know
they will never sit in."

Good people do things for other people.

That's it. The end.

And you're good, Tony.

You have so much to give.

Smart...

fun...

lovely.

You forgot "sexy," but...

Yeah, well,

didn't want to be too obvious.

- If you were 20 years younger, right?
- Exactly.

Mind you, if I was 20 years younger,
I think I could do better.

Yeah, definitely.

Ah.

All right, I'm off.

Bye.

- See you tomorrow.
- See ya.

- See ya.
- Bye.

- Tony.
- Huh?

Please be happy.

What?

You deserve to be happy.

Please be happy.

I love how much you love your wife,

and I can't wait for someone
to love me as much as you love your wife.

But... you can still be happy.

Okay.

You're so funny.

You make me laugh all the time.

Tony, you're breaking my heart.

Okay.

- How's the Brian story going?
- Yeah, I've got it here.

- Do you want to read it?
- Yep.

Well,

this can be the front page.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God. I could cry.

Don't cry, and don't be too flattered.
Have you seen our front pages?

Yeah.

But still...

It's really good.

- Really good.
- Thank you.

No way!

Tony!

Oh, my God!

Hello!

Hello, you!

Hello.

Wow. This is your new home.

- Oh, God.
- My God, Tony.

Look at that face.

She is gorgeous.

- Hey.
- You all right?

I knew I'd find you at the office.

Prostitute.

Sex worker.

♪ When you're down ♪

♪ And troubled ♪

♪ And you need a helping hand ♪

♪ And nothing ♪

♪ Whoa, nothing's going right ♪

♪ Close your eyes and think of me ♪

♪ And soon I will be there ♪

♪ To brighten up ♪

♪ Even your darkest night ♪

♪ You just call out my name ♪

♪ And you know wherever I am ♪

♪ I'll come running ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, baby ♪

♪ To see you again... ♪