All language subtitles for Right CD2

Aren't you going
to run after him?

You've done everything short of putting
your tongue down his throat this evening.

I don't run after people.

They run after me.
Don't they, Harry?

What's that supposed to mean?

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

Harry wouldn't touch you
with a sterilized bath pole.

Really?

Nothing... No.

He tried it on,
and I turned him down.

His pride's hurt, and he knows
he's blown it with the show.

I didn't want to say
anything to you,

'cause I knew you'd go mad.
You're a fucking maniac.

You should have told him,
like I said.

How could you?

It's not me.
It's your freak of a boyfriend.

It's fucking Robo-cock.

How could you?

* Trouble behind

* Just food for the wine

* Don't let's

Morning.

That was fantastic.

Last night.

Thank you.

No, not that.

Cheers.

No, no. That as well.

But the dinner.

It was like something
out of...

People would pay money
to see that on stage.

Is that what
all gay people are like?

Pretty much.

God.

There's something you
want to tell me, isn't there?

Something you've never been
able to tell anyone before?

Like what?

You're gay, aren't you?

What?

It had to happen
to me one day.

You know the clich�:
"Fag-hag finds Mr. Right,

only for him
to turn out gay."

I'm not gay.

Yes, you are.

You haven't admitted it
to yourself, but...

I promise you,
I am not gay.

Well, you would say that,
wouldn't you?

Yeah, and I'd also say it
if it was true.

You'd better not be.

So...

I'm Mr. Right, am I?

Mr. Right Now, maybe.

I'll give you gay!
Come here!

Morning!

I'm feeling very positive.

I've been thinking,
maybe Harry didn't--

Who?

Lars was mad enough
to have made it up.

Puh-lease.

He'd been acting guiltily
ever since he got back.

Anyway, why wouldn't he?
What have I got to offer?

You've got plenty.

Morning!

Thanks again for letting me stop.

This is a test.

Until now, I've been
too focused on relationships.

From now on, I'm going
to concentrate on my acting,

put negative thoughts
behind me, and move forward.

I put--
The cereal is over there.

All-grain pyramid.

Excellent.

Where did you get that from
at 4 in the morning?

I found it
in one of the cupboards.

Well, it's not mine.

It must have been left there
by one of my exes.

* One thing you
should know

* About me

* Sometimes my life
goes all the way down

* So deeply
that I cannot see

* The one thing to save me

* One thing you should
know about me

* Sometimes the night
blows all the way through me

* And it puts out
the light inside me

* Might make nothing of me

* And I

* I

* I can't wake up...

Where have you been?

Fucking.

I never know
when you're serious.

I'm going to bed.

Just tell me the truth.

What happened between
you and Harry?

What do you think?

I think that maybe
Harry suggested

that they might take you
on the show permanently.

I'm not saying you did
a sort of casting couch,

but perhaps one thing
led to another,

and you both
regretted it afterwards.

Is that what happened?

Yeah. You're so clever.

I'm going to bed.

* I'm here all alone

* It might get
the better of me

I didn't know you smoked.

Special occasion.

* Wake up

* With you not beside me

Just leave me alone.

I don't believe you.

There's nothing you can say that's
going to make any difference,

so why don't you
just stop this?

All you're doing
is upsetting me,

so if that's what
you want to do,

then you're doing
a good job.

Shame. I liked him.

Me too.

No, I meant Lars.
Thanks.

Well, he was a bit
of all right, wasn't he?

Are you sure there wasn't
any scratching on bedroom doors

after we'd all gone to bed?

I stand no
fucking chance, do I?

You're in the fucking hotel,
and you don't believe me.

You know, I'd forgotten
how provincial this place was.

I stopped off at that caf�
in Stafford Street

to get a takeaway mocha.

Big mistake.

The dozy cow serving me

looked like she'd only ever read
about them in celebrity magazines.

"Are you from London?"

It's the poof.

It's the missing link.

Stop it, you two.
Oi, oi, oi!

Boots off my furniture!

How long's he here for?

As long as I like.

Tell him he can't
go out till it's dark.

I've got a reputation.

Leave him alone.
He's had an upset.

Broken a nail?

If you must know,

I've got
a married woman pregnant,

and the husband's
after me.

God, you're thick!

It's so beautiful.

He was a real genius.

Very much, sir.

And he painted

the Mona Lisa.

Well done.
You're right. He did.

The most famous
painting in the world,

and it was done
by a gay man.

That would make such
a statement in the hallway.

If we can agree
on the price.

Can I have a word?

I am rather busy
at the moment.

Can't wait.

Would you excuse me?

Lars has told me
what happened...

Has he?

...And I've forgiven him.

Have you fucking really?

He is a very
good-looking man,

and I know how tempting
it must have been,

but he's very vulnerable
at the moment.

Tom, grow up!
You're pathetic!

Just tell that maniac to call Alex
and tell him the truth.

I can't do that, Harry.

If you want to pay hookers
and pretend it's love,

that's up to you, but it's a different
ballgame when it affects me!

Sorry to interrupt,
but I had to tell Tom,

they've just unearthed
documents in Florence.

Leonardo wasn't gay.

Said it was
a publicity stunt.

Sorry, no chips.
How will you survive?

What's that?

It's an olive.
It's from foreign.

It looks lovely, Alex.

You always were
a very good cook.

So, nothing happened
with that job on Londoners?

It was such
a blessing in disguise.

How long you gonna
give it, Alex?

Tell him not to start, Mum.

I'm just saying

you can't go on forever.

Listen, I know
that I'm going to make it.

There's no doubt
in my mind about that.

I didn't expect you
to understand.

I always knew
that I was different.

You can say that again.

If you think about it,
what is the main difference

between those that make it
and those that don't?

Don't know. I'm sure
you're going to tell us.

It's talent, for a start.

Perseverance.

Never giving up
when the going gets tough,

never taking no
for an answer.

That's the spirit...

that's going
to keep this country great.

I'm not saying
that you can't try,

but maybe you should think
about getting a trade as well.

You can try and be famous
on your days off.

This is pointless, isn't it?

Mum, you can tell me now.
I'm old enough to take it.

I was adopted, right?

Listen, if you're happy
living this small-town,

small expectations existence,

that's fine with me.

If you're happy that the most exciting
thing you've got to look forward to

is the Whitby shop,
then who's stopping you?

But I want more.

But don't you think you might be
confusing being a homosexual with--

A "homosexual"?

It's the right word, isn't it?

Yes, if this was 1948.

All right.

Do you think you're
confusing being gay

with wanting to be famous?

You felt different,
and you're confusing the 2.

It's not about being famous.

It's about having
something in you that--

What's the point?

Don't know what the big deal
is about being gay.

Why does it have to
make gay people

want to be actors
and hairdressers

and fashion designers?

Why can't you have
a normal job?

Why can't you be a gay
bus driver, like me?

I don't think you meant that
the way it sounded, Dad.

I'm only using "bus driver"
as an example.

You could be a butcher,
or work in a factory.

Hello, I'm Alex.

I don't think we've ever met.

Hang on.
That's your agent.

Got the lead
in that snuff movie.

What movie?

Nothing, Mother.

Is that him again?

Come on,
he was all right...

For a poof.

I don't know what you're
making such a palaver about.

And what part of the palaver
am I making too much of?

You'd have thought poofs would
have figured it out, wouldn't you?

No, I mean, men...

Should understand
the way other men think.

It's not like women, where
they're a different species.

Men want to
sleep around, Alex.

It's in the genes.
It's instinct.

Now, you can't explain
that to a woman,

but you'd have thought
a man would have got it.

Just a bodily function, mate.
Ain't anything.

So that's why Sandra
finished with you, then.

* Hmmm

* Picture this
and sail away

* On a cloud
that's going your way

* Make a wish
and watch it all

* Go the way
it's going to

* Call it all impossible

* Breaking all the rules with

* Love

* Love

Will you bloody hurry up?

* And simplify

* The things
that made your teeth grind

* Put the bliss
on overdrive

* Till there ain't
nothing left inside

Keep your head down.

* Calling all unusuals

* Waking up the neighbors

Suppose getting a flat
will be difficult,

with the deposit
and everything.

I'll survive.

Here.

Take this.

Buy us a yacht
when you get famous.

Take it.

Get yourself
a new dress or something.

Pig.

There's a good boy.

Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.

You're daddy's
little boy, aren't you?

Who needs a boyfriend?

You're not going to go after
some thick gym queen, are you?

No! No, you're not!

What are you...?

To new beginnings.

I got your moving-in present.

Probably the first of many
that'll end their lives here.

A candle?

Don't give me that.

I'm not fucking gay!
It's a joke!

It's a lovely thought.

He's still eating his droppings!

Apparently it's normal.

Gross, but normal.

Although he does seem
to do it rather a lot.

Have you got a name
for it yet?

I was thinking of Mushroom,
'cause he's only small,

and he doesn't take up
much room.

Don't give up your day job.

Talking of day jobs,

I've got some news.

I was called
into work early by Fizz,

and she tells me that she's moving
with her husband to New York.

I thought, well,
there goes my job.

But she wanted to know if I was interested
in buying the business from her.

Well, of course, I said
it was a lovely idea,

but there's no way I could
raise that kind of money.

She's virtually
giving it to me.

Stock, equipment, everything.

All I've got to do
is pay for the van,

and she said I could do that
whenever I had the money.

I've already thought of no end of
improvements I can make with the menu.

I phoned the bank,

and in theory they're going to
give me the working capital,

but I don't need much.

* London's burning

* And who can blame it

* Impersonating

* Love

* Love

* Picture this

* It's possible

And... Action.

What do you think
of this, William?

Yeah.
Now, this is really nice.

Really nice.

Looks like
the Omega Workshop,

and if we're really lucky,

it could be by the man himself,
Mr. Roger Fry.

This could do well.

Depends on the price.

It was 30 quid.

There was another
similar one

in another store for 55,

so I think this one's
fucking cheap.

Twat!

You're really showing us up!

Why'd you do it?

It just come out.
I don't know.

How can it
just come out?

Tell me again,
why am I doing this?

It was fate.

We were doing
a small corporate lunch,

a couple of dozen people,

at one of your banks
in the city.

Anyway, I got talking
to this chap Douglas.

He was very interested when
I told him that I was an actor.

It turns out that he's
a closet writer/director,

and he's got this project that
he's been working on for years.

He told me all about it,

and could see
that I was fascinated.

Well, where did you put it?

You keep saying.
I don't know.

You really are going to have to start getting
your stuff ready the night before, okay?

And to cut
a long story short,

we're putting on a play.

It's only a one-man thing,
but it's being done properly,

all financed by Douglas,
who's obviously got a bob or 2.

It's about an economist
called Thomas Malthus,

and it's all about this influential theory
that he wrote.

"On the Principles
of Population -

1798, revised 1803."

Basically saying that--

Well, it's a bit complicated,

but he said that
the poor die off

when there's not much
work about,

which apparently
is a good thing,

or something like that.

Found it!

Come on.
We're going to be late.

Why are you reading the paper
when I'm trying to talk to you?

Well, it's Heath.

Hey, he's single.

And he's gorgeous.

Hello, mate.

Heath, William.

William. Are you the car boot
flogger in the attic?

I take it
you're unemployed.

I work from home,
but I stretch my lunch breaks.

You'd be flattered
if I believed you.

I never really believed that
you're a proper antique dealer.

You don't wear the dickey bow.

I know. I hate them.
There's no possible excuse for wearing one,

unless you're a gynecologist.

That's an old
antique dealers' joke.

From an old antique dealer.

Want to join us?
I would love--

Shit!
Shit, shit, shit!

What?

Stay cool.

Have to give him
the satisfaction, I guess.

I'm--

Yeah. Take care.

Well, you completely
blew that.

As you can see,
I'm completely over him.

Goes without saying.

Where's your stuff gone?

You remember that double-glazing
millionaire I was on about?

Well, he just upped his offer.

I did leave you a note...
I think.

I am attacked on all sides

by those reprobates
and malcontents

who would undermine the
very fabric of this society.

Is it not an obvious fact

that if the poor cannot produce,
they must starve?

Is it not verily a law of nature
that if they can't--

Law of nature that the weak
must cease from breeding?

Filthy, unwanted mouths.

What are you doing?

Working.

And you should be in bed.

Just 5 minutes.
I could help.

All right, then.
5 minutes.

And if you want to help,
sit here. Have a look at this.

What do you make of these 2?

It's the same lady,
only in this one,

she's got her back to us.

They're wearing
the same hat.

All the dangly bits match,

just the other way round.

And look.

It's even made
of the same straw stuff.

It is her, isn't it?

I am right.

I think you might be.

Lars only admitted it to Tony
out of spite, you know?

Just a parting shot before
he sailed off into the sunset

with his
double-glazing millionaire.

I always expected something
like this would happen.

What? You expected me
to go off with someone else?

No, not that.

But I suppose I didn't know
what you ever saw in me, anyway.

I always thought you'd
wake up to the fact

that I wasn't the person
I thought I was.

I always knew
who you were.

Did you?

Always.

And I always loved
who you are.

Least now I know
how Mrs. Gladstone felt.

I can't do this, Harry.

Not now. Not yet.

Putting this play on
is a big opportunity for me,

and I just can't be
distracted like this.

Well, yeah. I'm shooting in
Glasgow for the next 2 weeks.

I'm definitely going to try
and make it down for you.

Harry, I don't
want you to come.

It's not because I don't want
you there, but because...

Just give me
a bit of space, okay?

God.

It's broken!

No, it's not, darling.

Serves him right.

Georgie, stop it now.

Say you're sorry.
Come on.

No.

There's no real
harm done.

All I did was call her dad
a "bender," and she hit me.

Barnaby!

I don't know where you children
pick up language like that.

But it's true.
They said it at school.

Well, no, he's not.
And don't use that word.

Now, say you're sorry.

Well, technically,

although I wouldn't quite put it like that,
he's telling you the truth.

See?

* Wishing for

* The simple life

She's very protective
of you, isn't she?

Can't imagine Barnaby taking up
arms in defense of my honor.

She means well,
but she goes too far.

How long's it been?

2 years in August.

But we divorced
2 years before that.

They're more resilient
than you'd think.

Maybe.

But you can never really know what's
going on under the surface, can you?

I don't mean to pry, but...

What does she think
about you being gay?

She doesn't mind.
It's just a fact.

Touch wood.

Maybe I've got that
all to come.

I think what bothers her is the thought
of someone coming between us.

She's very jealous.

That's understandable,
given the circumstances.

But, as I said,
as long as you're sensible,

they really are more resilient
than you'd imagine.

* It's good to be

It appears that Douglas

is the founder of a radical economic
pressure group

called the Neo-Malthusians,

who argue that
the modern liberal world

interferes with natural
checks to population control,

like war, famine,
and disease.

Basically, we're--

They--

are calling for
the compulsory sterilization

of the long-term unemployed.

It just doesn't say any of this in the script,
so how was I to know?

I wish Mum and Dad
hadn't been there.

But it wasn't all bad.

There were trips to see it,

organized by the Adam Smith
something-or-other.

They seemed to like it.

By the end of the run,

thanks to the pickets
from the Anti-Nazi league,

we were playing
to almost-empty houses.

Hey.

Harry.

I'm just fooling myself
about everything, aren't i?

No, you're not.

Fancy a fuck?

* I've got your car keys

* You've got
my tee-shirt on

* I've got an old tape

* With our favorite songs

* We got what it takes

* To make us
love each other

* I'm on the upside

* Where the sunshine falls

* You're on cloud 9

* Where wishes find stars

* We've got

* What it takes

* To keep each other warm

* We're gonna give some

* Take some

* There's always
a wrong side

* There's a right side

* And we're still
on the same side

Want to set up now?

Yes, if you'd like,

or I can send you
an invoice, if you prefer?

We'll do it now, shall we?

Sure.

It was very good,
by the way.

Everybody said so.

Has the company
changed hands recently?

Yes. I took it over
a couple of months ago.

It's improved.

Expect a call
from Bradley King.

Old Bradley was scoffing
those salmon things.

Asked for the name of the
caterer between mouthfuls.

Great.

No! Mushroom!

When are you going
to move back properly?

Soon.

Just seems a bit of a waste
keeping that place on,

and... you're always here.

I suppose it is.

I'll tell you what.

I'll cook you dinner
Saturday evening,

and you can help me
move out Sunday morning.

How's that?

That sounds grand!

Hey.
How are you?

And here was I, thinking
we'd burned all our bridges.

And there's been a lot of
water under the bridge as well.

What's gonna happen
to Mushroom?

I'm gonna kill him.

I've got to find him
a new home.

Harry's got an allergy.

Do you want him?

He eats his own poo.

Yeah.

What do you put
on a madera cake?

Dunno.

I think Lawrence said
he likes lemon...

What a mess.

It was an accident. Yeah.
I think we've got time to start again.

How many eggs do we
have left, Georgie?

I've got some reading

to do for school.

Wait a minute.
I want to talk to you.

It'll only take a minute.
Please.

Lawrence is coming here
to see you as well as me.

He wants to get to know you.

I want you to behave
properly, yes?

You can't make me like him.

No, you're right, I can't,

but there's no reason
why you wouldn't like him.

Georgie, there's never going to be
anyone more important to me than you.

No one. Ever.

And no one's going
to come between us, okay?

Hey,

if I had to choose between you and Lawrence
or anyone in the world,

I would always choose you.

You know that, don't you?

Doesn't mean
I can't have friends, though.

You have friends.

Does it?

You're a big girl now, Georgie,

and I want you
to understand that adults,

they get lonely.

What am I trying to say?

I like Lawrence a lot.

And it would mean so much to me
if you would at least try to like him.

If you try and you don't,
that's fine,

but I just want you to try?

What do you say?

Can I go read now?

Yeah.

Are you...

Are you going to bring these?

I take it by your tone you don't like them.
I didn't say that.

Well, I'm keeping them. They're a
moving-in present from Lisa at work.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I'm cooking.

I always get like this
when I'm cooking.

That can stay
where it is.

And you can
chuck that as well.

I know that by heart.

Regardless of
the play's content,

the acting was amateur.

The stem of the word
"amateur" is amore, "love."

An amateur is someone whose only
motivation for doing something

is the love of it, so you mustn't be
ashamed to be called an amateur.

Do you want me to hit you?

No.

Why are you always so...?

It was a disaster.
There's no sugaring the pill.

When they used the word amateur,
it wasn't a compliment.

I know, I just--

You just what?

Think I'm dizzy?
Think I need protecting?

Sometimes it's like sinking in
warm quicksand, being with you.

You make it feel all so comfortable,
but it drags me down.

I'm sorry.

But I'm not a child, Harry.

That's a pretty hairclip.

I don't like it.

Do you like school?

No.
You do.

You do. You're doing
a project on Tudors.

Why don't you tell Lawrence
all about them.

It's boring.

You said it was interesting,

and you told me
all about it yesterday.

Why don't you tell Lawrence
about them, then?

All right, I will.

The Tudor Dynasty started
when Henry VII

defeated Richard III
at the Battle of Bosworth Field.

This is the Battle
where Richard says,

"A horse, a horse,
my kingdom for a horse."

This was the end of
the Wars of the Roses.

This is where
the House of Lancaster

and the House of Cornwall...

What?
What?

Fought to be
Kings of England.

Now, when the Wars
of the Roses ended,

that was also the end
of the Hundred Years' War.

Why weren't you angry?

When I believed Lars
and not you.

I mean, if the roles had been reversed,
I'd have been furious that

you hadn't trusted my word over that...
Where is this going?

Do you think I really did
sleep with him?

No.
Good.

I did find him attractive,

and I suppose I was responsible
for the way he reacted

'cause I led him on.

But... when it
came down to it,

I couldn't risk
what I had with you.

You didn't seem to have
any faith in me.

When King Henry VIII
was dying,

he smelled so rotten
because of all the pus

from the disease that people were
actually sick if they went near him.

And when he died,
he was succeeded by his son Edward,

but it didn't last very long.
In fact, it was rather boring.

And he was succeeded
by Mary, Queen of Scots.

You're wrong!

It wasn't Mary,
Queen of Scots.

She came later.
It was Bloody Mary.

And she had all the people
who didn't like her religion

tortured by being burned

and having their
stomachs pulled out

by rusty iron hooks.

That's not true.
Is.

Is it?
Yeah.

It's disgusting.

Harry, I don't
want to leave here.

I'm sorry, but I don't
want us to go out anymore.

You see, until now, I've never
really had any control over my life.

I've always lived with people
who took all the responsibility,

whether it was my family
or flatmates or lovers.

For the first time,
I feel like I've got some power.

You know,
I chose this place.

I furnished and decorated it.

If I don't post the money
off to the electricity people,

the lights go out.

And the business,
it's hard work, but...

I love it,

and it's something
I'm good at.

I make mistakes,
but I learn from them.

I'd always been looking
for someone like you,

a Mr. Right to come along,
look after me,

and I found him.

I am going to miss
that safety and security

I feel when I'm with him.

I love you.

I love you, too.

This is possibly the worst,

most difficult decision
I'm going to make in my life,

but... I have to let him go.

So, this is it?

It's his drawing style,
and the paper's right.

This is Mary Cassatt.

She was an American artist living in Paris.
That's where she met Degas.

He drew her many times
over the years,

but this one is from 1879.

It's a study for a mural
that was never completed,

and it was exhibited at the
Fourth Impressionist Exhibition, so...

If I'm right,
mine's a fragment of a picture

produced for the same project.

I mean, it's rough.

The hat's superimposed on the
hat as almost an afterthought,

but Degas did that
with his working drawings.

It's probably cut away
from the larger sheet

as a memento for someone,
that sort of thing.

I may be wrong,
but my instincts are good.

All I know is that it's...

It's beautiful.

It's worth making the effort.

I mean, it's worth
taking the risk of being wrong.

It may not work out,
but I have to try.

There's a double meaning
in that.

Subtitles: Arigon

I'll never get over you,
you know?

You made me feel safe.

And wanted.

And happy.

Those are no small things.

But I need to grow up now.

So do you.

Anyway, I couldn't find anyone
to take care of Mushroom.

It was either you or him.

Who else was going to stop him
from eating his own crap?

* Tenderness

* All you need

* Gentleness

* Is what you give to me

* When I...

What about the
Victorian fire tongs?

Are they going to set
the auction ablaze?

What about the lovely
old gramophone?

* You say it's love

* I say it ain't

Here you go.
Have a safe flight.

Thank you. Cheers.

No, 'cause, look,
there's 2 Janes.

One Jane.

Is there one Jane?

No, 'cause it's divorced,
beheaded, divorced, survived.

No, not beheaded,
but divorced, beheaded--

Beheaded!

* 2 outsiders

Fucking hell!

I heard you were off.

God, how boring,
sitting around campfires

with doped-up
middle class weirdos

who think hugging
changes shit.

You're just running away.

I think you should leave.

You really got under my skin,

and I have absolutely
no idea why.

I mean, you're nothing
to look at, are you?

So, in other words, your
double-glazing millionaire's left you?

He never existed.

I made him up to make
things worse for Tom.

Evil, aren't i?

I just couldn't stand
being with that twat any longer.

Well, if you've come here
looking for a credit card and a bed...

I don't want your money.

I'm a personal trainer now.

I'll give you a discount,
if you like.

You could do with
shifting a few pounds.

Thanks very much.

And you needn't thank me for telling
him nothing happened between us.

I wasn't planning to.

I knew he'd come
straight to you.

I even surprised
myself with that one.

You've ruined me.

I don't want
to be like that again.

And you need someone like me.

Someone...

Someone who frightens you.

Sorry.

No, you're all right.

Here we go.

Can I get you another one?

No, you're all right, mate.

Hi, Marcel.

Hey, Alex.
Sorry about your friend.

It's a good job he's a mate of yours.
I'd have kicked his ass!

Yeah, right!

He's a bit of a wipe.

He keeps looking over.

Go on. Go over.

Know you want to.

Maybe it's too soon.

You're right.
That doesn't even convince me.

Do you want a drink?

* One thing you
should know about me

* Sometimes my life

* Goes all the way down

* So deeply
that I cannot see

* The one thing to save me

* I'm feeling like
I did before I knew you

* I'm waiting
like I don't have time

* I've given all I can

* And go right to you

* And you say you're fine

* I can know you're never
gonna get out

* And it's better not to lie

* Now you're living
like a lookout

* Always running
from your life

* What did anyone say to you

* And me

* This world

* Careful as it is

* I'm a little late

* I'm a little late

* I've got your car keys

* You've got
my tee-shirt on

* I've got an old tape

* With our favorite songs

* We got

* What it takes

* To make us
love each other

* I'm on the upside

* Where the sunshine falls

* You're on cloud 9

* Where wishes find stars

* We got

* What it takes

* To keep each other warm

* We're gonna give some

* And take some

* There's always
a wrong side

* There's a right side

* And we're still on
the same side