All language subtitles for the_tuckers_s03e01_hard_man

Ouch!

Boy, are you alright?

I'm so sorry, but I didn't see you
coming. What happened?

I hit him. Hit him?

I'll hit the gut.

What are you doing?

Hey!

Come back here!

That's the day's takings you got there,
Glenn.

That bloke was nicking the lot.

I'd have lost my job.

Well, I... I'll never be able to thank
you enough.

It's only what anyone would have done.
Yeah, but he's some size.

Show some spine to do what you just did.

Yeah, well, I was coming... Tell me
what, Glenn.

I thought I'd never say this, but I'm
proud of you, boy.

Real proud.

One punch you took.

Just one.

Go on, then.

Stylist, manicurist, colourist, loves to
lol.

Eh? My new Twitter page.

What do you think?

Loves to lol?

Yeah. Lol at what?

Anything. When did you last lol?

Leave it, Bobs. I lol at all sorts.

Just trying to make you fun, that's all.

Yeah. Need to drum up trade.

You better follow me. Where are we off?

Lush.

Have you told her that you can't go
through with it?

Oh, Bobby.

Today.

Today's the day.

Enough of that now, Nan.

Have a nice cuppa.

And it's time you got out and about
again, eh?

There's no -one to get out and about
for, really.

My dad, he did die.

Taken so soon.

He was 83.

82 and a half.

Right.

He's waiting for me now at those pearly
gates.

Well, why don't you go and put some
clothes on for him, eh?

But I want to see you in that old
dressing gown now, will you?

If I had it on for ten days.

Not long now, Bout.

Old peg's on her way.

We'll soon be making love again.

With the clouds for pillows and the
angels watching on.

We've got to shake her out, don't we?
Whoa, you can't shake her.

Hiya, man.

Hiya. What's going on?

Wedding planning.

Napkin shortly.

Lash, isn't he?

Oh, can you pop to my car and get the
rest of my stuff?

Eh?

Well, don't ask for them. This is your
idea.

Mine? Come over Thursday. We'll sort
things out, you said.

Go on, then.

Car.

Well, he was young.

And fit.

Like me.

A bit taller, perhaps.

Very muscular, but not as strong.

He was quick, but not as quick.

Now, I could sense danger in his eyes.
As soon as I saw him, I knew I had no

choice. And it was him or me.

I know what you're thinking.

How could this blubber gut stop anyone?

Perhaps he wasn't thinking that, though.
I mean, look at the state of him.

You're thinking, the man's a disgrace.

He never said that.

And I'm telling you, that robber...

was a proper unit.

And this boy is a hero.

How many devs do you think we should let
off?

Look, about the wedding, I don't think
we should... Oh, the answer to all your

problems is here.

What is it?

You've got to trust.

I'm like a guru with this stuff.

Doing something positive is vital.

I've read six self -help books in the
past month.

And look at me now.

Flying.

Don't boil the ocean.

Take action.

Reach out and embrace the now.

Not the whens or the ifs, but the nows.

And the now.

Look, Lash. I know you were sad, Nan.

But that's because you're still
grieving.

Just remember what it says in the Bible.

From the day we arrive on the planet and
blink in, step into the sun,

there's more to see than can ever be
seen. More to do than can

ever be done.

That's Elton John.

What the hell are you waffling about?

Well, it's a circle of life, isn't it?

No.

As one love dies, another one grows.

Hey, what about organising a statue of
Di in the club?

A memorial?

Yeah.

A statue for a great man, where people
can come and pay their respects.

Absolutely. It could go behind his bingo
machine.

Exactly. Right, you two.

Clear your mess.

This table is for memorial planning.

Me and Billy got work to do. Exactly.

Stand by your bed.

As a hero in our midst.

Eh? Tell him, Glyn, what happened.

Why? I don't like to talk about it.

But if you insist.

It was a cold, misty morning in
Tregaric.

Big Glyn Tucker was riding...

Grand reopening today, Glenda?

Not our love. Well, space available now,
if you rest.

Half price.

One punch? One punch. One punch.

That's amazing, Dad.

I know, my knuckles are a bit sore now,
you know. I might need to wait some.

Shall I fetch you a bowl?

Yeah, and stick some crisps in it. I'm
starving.

I've got an idea.

Eh? Well, I need to relax now anyway,
you know. Well, take it easy now, Dad. I

deserve it. Chill out, Dad. Yeah, I
will. Yeah.

All right, love?

What's happening here?

Wedding planning.

Me and Bobby.

That is a surprise.

Want to help?

Sorry, busy.

Trying to build my client list up again.

They've all buggered off to the airport,
top of town. Oh, he is good at their

mind. Wonderful, he is. Yeah, I know.

His tints are lovely. I know.

The point is, I need more business.

What about you, Peg?

Fancy a little trim?

There's no -one to trim it for now,
babe.

I meant your head.

Dear God, woman, have some self
-respect.

Right, well, if anyone can think of
anyone... Oh, I've got an idea.

Yes. Now, you're here. What do you
think?

Carnation pink or caroolean blue?

No, no, the room was the right ridge.

I knew we had it in him somewhere.

Just had to channel it.

Hey, seems like Targaryen has found a
new hard man.

Yeah, that's great. All right, I'll see
you later.

Yeah.

Well,

that was the local press.

They found out I'm a hero.

How did they find out?

Because I rang them.

Yeah, they sent a photographer later.

I might even be able to charge for an
exclusive.

Will you speak at our wedding, Glyn? No.
How much we talking?

Oh, Enel.

No, no, he's okay.

It's worth it for a local celeb. You
could be our master of ceremonies.

Quarter hundred.

Twenty quid. Done.

Right, Bobby.

I've been in business to put you away.

You win. You know me, boss.

Always in head first, or fist first.

Unbelievable.

Melvin says the statue of Di is a no
-go. Why?

Because he hasn't paid last month's
subs.

But he's dead.

I know.

He said he'd taken that into
consideration, but rules is rules.

Yeah.

Well, bugger him.

We'll just go for a nice plaque.

Stick it on the bench at the top of the
street.

Classy and simple.

Flabber. Yeah.

They're an ABBA tribute act.

Oversized. Flabber. Look, I just think
we need to... No,

no, it's just... Yeah,

that's what I'm trying to say.

Look, would you put a bloody sock in it?

This goes on day and night. We don't
sleep anymore.

They're only teenagers.

But my wife is terrified.

Have you talked to the father?

He's drunk most of the time.

He won't listen.

You've done the right thing. Come and
see me.

I've got just the man for the job.

How could I ever thank you?

Give us 60 quid. Call it quits.

Oh, right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Not everyone likes ABBA.

No, it's not that.

But their tunes are less and their
outfits sparkle.

No, it's just... And you know how much I
love sparkly things.

It's not the band.

It's me.

It's all happening so quick, like.

I'm bricking it here.

Oh!

Oh, silly Billy!

Me?

You've just got a bit of cold feet, old
man Gary.

See, that's your problem.

You are confusing excitement for nerves.

I'm not excited.

Yes, you are.

It's OK to feel excited.

Nan, me and Bobby got something massive
to ask you now you're over Diana.

Have we?

Yes.

I was hoping...

pray in that, well, it would make my
day, my life, really, if you would be my

maid of honour.

No.

What's this? It's a nice little urn.

It's about to make you some... Proper
cash.

With a list?

Yeah, of people I want you to sort.

Sort?

Oh, don't hide your light a little
bushel now, boy.

We've all seen what one punch can do.

Now, start with Malcolm, Bridge Street.

Now, he's back on the source, and his
teenagers are running riot.

Mad Malcolm.

Yeah.

Easy money.

Bobby.

You've got to help me out here.

Murphy wants me to go and sort out Mad
Malcolm.

You're having a laugh, are you? The
man's total tonto. I know.

The last person who upset him, he
chopped his little finger off with nail

clippers.

Nail clippers?

Nail clippers.

Jesus. Another one for the list.

Malcolm I, remember?

Yeah. Yeah, now, um, about Mad Malcolm,
the thing is, he may not

be in.

He's in?

Hey, Dad, if you do sort him, no -one
will mess with the Tuckers again.

Hey, he's right. Our rep in the valley
will go through the roof. Hey, have him.

You show him. You can do it, Mr Tucker.

Laugh him.

You can do it again.

All

right,

Mr. Tucker?

Not really.

I just had an anxiety attack. I'm in my
piles. That's not good.

This is the man I was telling you about.

Mr. Glyn Tucker.

Hey, any chance for a selfie?

Of course.

Come on.

All right? All right?

All right.

Thank you.

Amazing.

You're the man.

You're the man.

You are the man.

Uh -oh. Uh -oh. Uh -oh. Uh -oh. Uh -oh.

Uh -oh.

I know you are.

What do you want?

Well, the thing is, it's about your
kids.

What about my kids?

Oh, lovely there.

Beautiful kids, beautiful family, you
know, everybody says.

Cut the shit.

They're little bastards and you know it.

Fair enough.

You want?

I didn't say that.

I mean, some would, but I wouldn't, you
know. I mean, not me. Oh, no.

No, no, no, sorry. No.

Not Glyn Tucker.

Get to the point.

Well... Now, the thing is, there's some
people... Not me, of course, but some

people may have been saying that your
kids have been a bit loud lately.

You're trying to tell me I can't control
my kids, Glyn?

Good God, no. No, no. It's just a...

It's just a sort of gentle suggestion,
really. You know, like a plea, a beg.

Consider it begging, if you will, ma
'am.

But if you don't sort them out, I may
have to give you a slap.

You trying to frighten me, Tucker?

Don't, don't, don't. I've got a timer.
I've got a dash. I've got something in

the, um, in the oven. It's a chicken
piquant salad.

Take the difference. You've just got to
keep an eye on these things. You have

to... Oh, dear God!

I'll have a word with them for you.

Really? Because I respect you.

I heard you drop Frank the tank outside
the buckies earlier.

I don't like to talk about it.

I always respect a bloke with balls.

I got two.

It's gutless liars that make me want to
crack skulls.

Tell me about it. Liars make me mad!

Cluck their skulls and pull their teeth
out with pliers until they beg through

their blood. That's what I say.

I said everybody feels exactly the same
way you do there.

You won't hear any more noise from my
little shits again.

I'll have my word.

Thanks, man.

Really appreciate it.

Lovely to chat.

That's the band sorted and the fabric
sorted.

There's only one thing left to do.
What's that?

Get a divorce.

But we're not even married yet.

No, not us, silly.

You and Natalie.

We can't get married until you sort it.

Well, maybe we could just hold a...
Bobby.

I want that divorce.

The camera, the camera.

Yeah, here he is. Right, right, right.
That's me.

Please, Mr Tucker in the middle. That's
me, yeah. Right, raise his arm up. All

right. There we are.

One more.

One more like that. Yeah, and when
you're writing it down, you make sure

mention that nobody messes with Glyn
Tucker.

Nobody. Right, nobody.

Yeah? Yeah. Nobody messes with a Tucker.
No.

That's Glyn with a G, though.

Nice. Right, I think I've got everything
I need there.

Hey, what's he going to be in? The
Cigaric Times.

Ooh.

Times. When? When?

Tonight's edition.

Tonight?

I hate to be telling you this.

Don't mention them.

But I am prepared to sell you the rights
to my life story.

When you're ready to wave the right wand
there.

Right.

That way.

Bellamy?

Right.

Get the man.

Eh?

Welcome to Tide on Pebbles.

We're reopening today, which is just the
sort of thing you readers will want to

know. If I stood you, I thought you
could take a few pictures, generate a

life. Sorry, I'm late as it is.

Please.

It'll only take two minutes.

I really need this.

Right, just the one, though, yeah?

Right? Yeah.

Yeah? Ready? In the window?

Good. Make sure you stress this is a
family business, yeah?

A home -from -home experience in my very
own house. Hiya!

Can we have a natter?

No, no. Well, it's just that... What is
it? Bobby wants a divorce.

Oi, put the camera down, bat.

It should be a formality at this point.
I mean, me and Bobby have been sleeping

together for months now. You could have
him for adultery if you wanted.

What the hell do you think you're
playing at, Bobby?

I'm trying to drum up some treasure. Do
you care at all about what you're making

me look like right now? Listen, I... No,
don't listen to me, Bobby Tucker!

Do you want a divorce?

Fine. You've got your bloody divorce
name. Shut up!

And of course we'd love you to be a
bride's maid.

Really, Bobby?

Fine.

I'd love to.

So I said to him, now, listen, Malcolm,
I'm going to keep it simple, because

that's where you are.

Simple. Oh, nice.

I said, now, you sort your kids, or I'll
sort you.

Amazing. Oh, I get it.

It's your cut.

You earned it.

Crack it.

OK, everybody, it's a Scooby -Rooby
-Dabbler on me tonight.

Yeah? OK, all the usuals. A coma for
Billy and a key ma and a.

All right, now, this is my treat.

No arguing.

We'll have a bit of that.

Oh, yeah. Is that the multi -express?

Go right, then. Come on, then.

It's time. I'm not prepared to be
impressed, but... All right, I've got a

one, yeah? So get those burners on.

How do I look for him?

You look great.

Come on. It's great.

I'm coming.

Come have a look, Les. It's amazing.

Oh, no.

What is it?

Nothing.

Where's the plaque?

So, uh, I was thinking, everybody has a
plaque these days.

Tacky. So, uh, I was thinking we could
try something a little different.

What?

Do you remember when you were young?

I was watching that.

What's the matter?

You look like a silly ghost.

Oh, the Trigaric Times.

Oh, lovely. Did they give you a good
writer?

No, Peg.

No, they didn't.

I have tried all day to get some work in
next door.

I've put boards up, I've put banners up,
I've put bunting up, I've rang anyone

I've ever met and some I haven't.

It's all pointless.

Because this article has just made me a
laughing stock.

I'll never get another client again.

Well, it can't be that bad, can it?

Not so much tied -on pebbles, but more
trouble -on cobbles.

A warring family try to cover the cracks
as beefcake husband Bobby... It really

says that.

..and his vacuous airhead of a
fiancée... Oh, Les!

..have a screaming row with would -be
stylist... ..would -be...

..Natalie Tucker.

Over a divorce that seems long overdue.

If you don't mind screaming and
shouting,

Tide on Pebbles is now reopened for
business.

Well, they do say you're open.

Shut it, Glenn.

No, I... Double on cobblers, you've got
to admit.

They're very clever, aren't they?

Double on cobblers.

I wouldn't be so smug.

Eh? Mad Malcolm's looking for you.

Me? Why?

Word in the village is you're a liar.

Ah, that's rubbish.

They're saying that robber tripped over
you and it was an accident.

No. No, no, they are making that up.

It's on CCTV, Glenn.

Eh? It's all over my Twitter feed.

What? Oh.

Really?

Let's have a look.

sack of turd.

I need some fresh air.

I won't be wanting you to make a speech
at my wedding now, Glenn, if that's

okay.

Bobby?

Well, there you are. That's more code
for us, eh?

Come on, go. Go and get the plates out.

Why, Dad?

I was so proud of you.

I don't know.

For once, everybody thought I was
special.

And I liked it.

But I didn't want it to stop.

Oh, bloody time.

Hope you remembered my keema naan.