All language subtitles for George and Mildred s01e04 Baby Talk

It's very kind of you to offer to
babysit for us, Mrs Roper. We really do

appreciate it. Oh, not at all. Do go
through to the lounge. Oh, thank you.

God's sake, girl, move on, woman.

Pardon? I'm sorry, I was talking to
Adam.

Why do some women spend hours and hours
fritting themselves up? I mean, you

don't, do you?

Well, I... Oh, there you are. Please sit
down. Would you like a sherry? Thank

you.

We shouldn't be back too late.

We're going to see Tom Stoppard's
jumpers.

Oh, really?

Well, I hope you enjoy them.

Geoffrey, you'll wake him up making all
that noise.

I'm only pouring a sherry. You can
hardly hear it.

Hello, Mildred. Thanks so much for
coming.

Now, Tristram's in the fridge and the
sandwiches are in bed.

It's all right, love. I know what you're
making. Come on, we're going to be

late. No, we're not. I'll put your watch
on 20 minutes.

Oh, God.

We're going to be early.

Oh, look, Mildred. If Tristram comes
down and tells you there's a werewolf

his bed... Don't believe him, no.

No, it's in the cupboard. Come on.

Bye. Enjoy yourselves.

Oh. There's a goofy bear in my toy
cupboard.

Is there?

What happened to the werewolf?

A goofy bear. It's him.

Oh, did he?

Oh, that's a bit of luck.

And now he won't drink of water.

I see.

Well, I'll bring him up one in a minute.

We'll see.

Now go on, up the wooden hill.

Go on, off you go.

Ah, it's finally packed up, Mildred.
It's been on the blink for years and now

it's packed up. Well, you shouldn't play
with it.

Oh, just adjusting the vertical hold,
that's all. Now find him and get a

picture. Will you keep your voice down?

I thought I could watch Coronation
Street on this.

Yes, why not?

Sit yourself down for 24 hours.

Eh?

It's Tuesday, George.

He doesn't go out till Wednesday night.

Oh, well, yeah. All right.

Well, what is on tonight, then?

Nothing. I came in here to get away from
that.

Now, if you're going to stay, George,
you can sit and talk to me.

Ah, yeah, right.

I'll see you when you get back, then.

Will you read me a story?

Eh? Oh, er, well, I don't know.

What about The Wicked Witch?

Ah, that's it. Get her to read you one.

You know he shouldn't be downstairs.

Well, I didn't bring him down.

You promised to read me a story.

I did not.

Oh, George, now, come on. You must keep
your promise. Yep, I didn't. Oh, that's

it. Oh, God.

Right.

What was it? The Wicked Witch.

Will you make one up instead?

Eh? Oh.

Well, I don't know.

Yeah, all right. I suppose so.

Right, now then, let's see.

Oh, yeah.

There was this sock, you see, and it was
Scottish because it came from Scotland.

And it was called Jock. Jock Sock.

That's it.

Jock Sock, yeah.

And there was this other sock, you see,
called Sally.

Sally Sock.

And one day, Sally said to her husband,
Jock, she said...

There's a hole in you.

Aren't you going to get it mended?

And he said... He said, I'll be darned
if I do.

You'd better read the book.

All right, all right.

Oh, yeah.

Now then.

Once upon a time, there lived a king
who... What's that word?

Who reigned.

Who reigned over his kingdom wisely and
well.

Here we are. Nice water.

Oh, tell. It's nothing for you, George.

It's for the grizzly bear in the
cupboard.

Oh, yeah?

Perhaps you'd better finish this off for
me.

Good night, Mr. Roper. Good night, son.

Good night, Jock. Good night, Sally.

Oh, yeah, well, good night from them and
all, too.

Well, now.

Where was he up to?

Can I have a banana?

Well, I finally got him off, George.

George?

George?

Oh.

He was asleep.

Yeah, so was I.

Ah, George.

He kissed me goodnight.

Yeah, he probably did have his glasses
on.

Now, look, George.

George, it made me think.

I mean, is it really too late to have
one of our own?

Well,

it is a bit. There's a George Ralph
film.

Adopting one? Well, it seemed to be the
only way, love.

I mean, I don't think George is going to
strike oil after all these years.

Oh, you have been trying, then? Oh, yes.

On and off, you know.

We went to a doctor once. He said there
was nothing wrong with us.

It's just that we hadn't been blessed.

Well, George, mainly.

He hadn't been blessed.

Oh, yeah?

Mind you, they were a lot younger than
you.

That is, they weren't as old as... Have
you, um... Have you thought of

fostering? Oh, yes, yes, we did do, but
then, you see, you've got to give them

back, haven't you, love? You know, a bit
like milk bottles.

No.

No, I really want one of me own.

Well, it wouldn't do any harm to make
some inquiries, Mildred. Oh, right.

Anyway, I must dash. Get me shopping in
before the pound slides again.

I'll see you out.

Oh, er, I must apologise for the hall
carpet.

There isn't one. Yes, that's what I
mean.

But it is on order.

In the meantime, we're just going to
have to make do with wall -to -wall

floorboards.

Are you, er, are you serious about this
adoption thing? Oh, yes, my very.

Mind you, the trouble is, persuading
George.

Oh.

Oh,

nice meal, that, Ludwig.

Oh, good, George.

More brown ale?

Oh, yes, sir.

Hey, you didn't eat much of it.

Oh, well, you know, I'm not too fond of
tripe and treacle tart.

But I know it's your favourite, George.

Oh, yeah.

What are you after, Mildred?

Nothing, George.

Really? Yeah, I know you're nothing,
really. You have them every fortnight.

got an idea.

Oh, George.

It is not that, George.

It's just that, well, I mean, you know
I've always wanted a child of my own.

I thought you said it wasn't that. It
is.

Oh, for heaven's sake, George.

George?

Have a brandy.

Oh, sure.

No, I mean, I've got nothing against
kids, Mildred.

But there was a time when I quite
fancied having a little chap, a little

that looked just like me.

Yes, well, even that.

No, I mean, we could have done things
together, him and me.

we could have collected shrapnel like I
did with my dad.

Not a lot of shrapnel left, George.

I know, but you know what I mean.

It might be nice just once to have heard
a little voice call me Daddy.

Daddy.

No, it's not the same coming from you,
Mildred.

George. Now, there is another way,
George. I mean, I know that it wouldn't

your own child.

What are you getting at? But we could
bring him up as ours.

You're talking about artificial
insinuation, but I wasn't.

No, George.

No, I am not. Oh, good.

I am talking about this.

Adoption Society.

George!

I've been

thinking,

George. You could tell him bedtime
stories.

About your socks.

You bounce him on your knees.

You're going to go on all night, aren't
you? I can tell you left your teeth in.

They are my own, George.

And you are not going to change the
subject by provoking me.

You're provoking me. It's two o 'clock
in the morning.

George, all I want is a final decision.

I've given it to you. No.

That doesn't sound like a final decision
to me, George.

And then when you've made your decision,
George, we can turn the small room into

a nursery.

Oh, bunny rabbits on the wall.

George? What?

Bunny rabbits on the wall.

Where?

In the nursery, George.

You think I'm going to crack, don't you?
You think I'm going to say yes just for

a bit of peace?

Of course not.

Well, you're wrong, I am. Where do I
start? No, no.

No, George, no. I want you to do this
for the right reason. You what?

You should only do this if you sincerely
and genuinely want to bring up a child

that you can love and bring up as your
own. But I'm doing it for that, Mildred.

Because I sincerely and... and what's
her name?

Genuinely. And genuinely want a child
that I can love and... And bring up. And

bring up as my own.

Right. George, you've talked yourself
into it.

He was ever so keen on the idea. He
couldn't sleep for talking about it.

Marvellous. Yes.

The only trouble is, they need a name as
a reference.

Either a close friend or a neighbour.

Ah. You see, and most of our close
friends, well, they don't care for us.

I thought of you.

Well, if you think it would help. Oh, it
would. It really would.

Yes.

Are you sure we're doing the right
thing? I mean, once you post a

form... George, we're not committing
ourselves to anything.

I'm sure we're doing the right thing.

Yeah, well, if you're sure.

your life.

It's convenient, I would like to call on
you at 4 .30 this coming Saturday.

Today? Yes, the 12th, to discuss the
matter, yours faithfully.

Yeah, we couldn't read his signature. We
thought it was either Smith or

Butterfield. Well,

could it be Hitler? Oh, no.

Oh, no, he wouldn't be working for an
adoption society.

Oh, Mildred, the office had a thought.

He might bring it with him, save him
making two journeys.

George, he's only come to look at us.
For heaven's sake, get those old

off. Oh, yeah, right.

Not here.

Oh, don't worry about me. I'm not easily
shocked.

It's not shock I'm afraid of, dear. It's
pity.

And,

George? What? George, don't walk on the
new hall carpet.

Well, what am I supposed to do? Edge
along the skirting board?

In those boots.

Now, what sort of questions do you think
this Mr Hitler Butterfield should get

dressed?

What sort of things would you ask him?
Well, if you're really worried, Mildred,

talk to this friend of ours, Jill, the
one who adopted.

She's coming round this morning.

Oh!

Well, the man who came to see us... Oh,
now, let me think.

Oh, yes, he asked us how often we went
to church.

Yes?

Well, we do watch stars on Sunday.

And how my husband felt about children.

Pass. Oh.

Well, he asks us all sorts of questions,
really.

You know, this, that and the other. Oh,
this and that are all right. The

other... I'm not sure, but I think
that's your Amanda crying.

Oh, yes, I am sure she is. Oh, I can't
wait to see her.

She's gorgeous.

Well, at least you didn't say what most
people say. What's that?

She's black.

Is she?

Oh,

I'll never have noticed.

Well, I would have noticed, but... She's
lovely.

Excuse me a minute. Oh, look at those
eyes.

I can't find my collarbones.

Oh, pass me a short blade somewhere.

No, no, no, we stiffen the things.

Oh,

Mrs. Amanda. George, it's Jill's baby.

It's black.

Yes. Well, would you like to take a...
There we are.

I think I'd better get him home.

I'll stiffen your collar for you.

It's all very well, Mildred, but
supposing we get one like that?

I mean, if I walk down the street with
it, everyone will think I've been

unfaithful to you.

The other way round, George.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, if we've got to have one, I want
one that looks like me.

Well, perhaps without the moustache.

I'm supposing it's the girl.

Oh, definitely without the moustache.

When this Mr Butterfield arrives...
Smith. Oh, right, well, whatever. When

arrives, what do you do?

Oh, er, yeah, I... Well, where's your
lift? Come on. Oh, yeah, there we are.

yeah, there we are.

I say, er, good afternoon, and I offer
him a cherry.

Cherry, George.

Oh, yes, cherry.

At the same time, giving him a pleasant
smile.

Oh, my God.

For the rest of the interview, I sit up
straight and try not to do anything

disgusting.

Yes? Good afternoon, Mr Formile. Yes?

My name is Trubshaw.

I'm a social worker for the local
adoption society.

Oh, yes, a very worthy cause. No, no,
no, sorry.

I'm here with reference to your
reference.

Hmm?

Oh, perhaps I should have phoned first.

Oh, no, no, do come in, please. Thank
you.

I, uh, I should have mentioned this.
Mentioned what?

This.

Since I was calling on Mr and Mrs Roper,
I thought I might as well call on you

as well.

Ah, well, that's very sociable of you.

Yes. Ah, here we are.

Now, I understand that you are prepared
to say that the Ropers would make first

-class parents, hmm?

No.

Yes.

No. Jeffrey, please do sit down. We just
want to... In the hall. Won't take a

moment.

Just say yes.

It seems, a moment ago, when I said no,
that I meant yes.

Mrs. Roper would make a wonderful
mother.

And Mr. Roper? Oh, he would too.

Would you describe them as trustworthy,
responsible members of the community?

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

Trustworthy, responsible?

Well, yes.

Yes, I would. Yes, indeed, yes.

Yes. One, yes, is sufficient.

And how long have you known them?

Oh, well, it's at least... Are you sure
you wouldn't like a cup of tea?

Now,

George, just remember, we must make a
good impression on him. So whatever you

do, don't act natural.

Right, you are.

No, if you ask any questions, George,
let me answer them. Right? Yeah, I

so. Right.

Mrs Roper, good afternoon.

I'm from the Adoption Society.

Yes.

Please, come in. Thank you.

New hall carpet.

Why?

Please go in.

Thank you.

We actually couldn't make out your name
on the form. We thought it might be

Smith or Butterfield.

Thompson. Oh, I knew it was something
like that.

This is my husband, George, Mr Roper.

Good afternoon.

How do you do?

Marvellous weather for the time of year,
isn't it?

I think my wife better answer that
question.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Would you care for a sherry?

It's very kind, but... No,

no.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, no.

I should explain that we have a very
careful selection procedure.

Quite right, we don't want any old
rubbish.

We select the prospective parents, which
brings me to the form you've filled in,

Mrs Roper.

Oh.

Yes. You give your age as, um, 35.

Yes.

Yes.

Purely a formality, of course, but we
shall require a sight of your birth

certificate. Oh, I'm afraid that was
destroyed in the blitz in 1940.

You weren't born in 1940.

Yes, I was. No, what I actually meant
was that I was 35 and a few months.

How many months?

About a... I beg your pardon?

About a hundred.

Ah.

So that would really be 43.

And a few months.

Do either of you have any experience
with small children?

Oh, yeah, I was surrounded by them for
years.

Really? Yeah, when I was at school.

He means recently, George.

There is the little boy next door.

We often babysit for them.

Well, once.

That would be the four miles.

Mr. Formile says he's only known you and
your husband for five weeks.

Oh, really? It seems much longer.

That's what he said.

Yes.

Well, I must say that, taking into
account everything that you've said,

I think I must say that I... I...

I would like a cup of tea.

I'm awfully sorry, but as I said, with
your age and lack of experience... Ah,

well, there you go. Worth a try, eh?

Quite. Waste of a cup of tea, but that's
life.

Yes.

Well, um, goodbye.

Yeah, right. Well, goodbye.

You're not upset, are you, Miltie?

No.

Yes, you are.

No, I'm not, George.

Well, you look upset.

Oh, leave it, George.

Well, look at it this way.

It's not too late to have one of our
own.

What? Well, I mean, you're only 35.

And don't do that. It was a joke. I
thought it'd cheer you up. Oh, leave me

alone.

Yeah, all right. I'll leave you alone.

I'll just go down to the pub.

I'll see you later.

Mildred!

Mildred, you're upstairs!

Ah. Um, how are you feeling?

Oh, I'm all right, George.

I could see you were upset, you know.

Yeah, well, I was, uh...

A bit disappointed, you know, that's
all.

Yeah, I thought as much.

So, er... I bought you this, Mildred.

Oh!

Well, it's not the same, I know, but
you've always wanted one and you can

it. Oh, George!

And, er... Oh, he's lovely!

It's all yours.

Yes.

Well, er, you'll need this. He's just
done a whoopsie on your new hall carpet.

you