All language subtitles for Snobs s01e20

What have you got?

Tomato chutney and gherkin. Again.

Yeah, me too.

Do you know how much I hate tomato
chutney and gherkin? As much as me.

Oh, I'd kill for a hot pie right now.

Got any money?

What do you reckon?

That tuck shop's such a rip -off. Yeah,
she'd be for all the kids in the school,

not just the rich ones.

That hot dog looks good.

Can't remember the last time I had one.

Tomato sauce and a bit of mustard.

Fried onions.

Perfect.

Hot dog and caramel milk, please.

That'll be four dollars, please.

Hey!

You rotten nuisance of a dog!

Stop pulling at it, Pia. It itches.

Then don't wear it. I have to. Kizzy
knitted it for me.

It's cool. I like it. I look like a
freak.

It's much better than wearing a dumb
uniform.

And in your late slip, Stuart.

Okay, Mum.

Hey, watch it!

Oh? You keep away from those feral
children, Stuart.

They're not to be trusted.

I want to wear a dumb uniform. I hate
wearing these clothes to school. But you

just end up looking like everyone else.

Exactly. The uniform shops sometimes
sell second -hand uniforms.

You could try there.

$3 .50.

What can I get you?

$3 .50 for a sausage roll. $1 .50 for a
packet of chips.

Do you want a packet of chips?

I can't afford it. Well, what are you
doing in line then?

I think your prices are too high.

Oh, do you now?

The prices are exactly the same as you'd
find in a real shop. That's what I

mean. How much profit do you guys end up
with? It doesn't cost that much to make

a sausage roll. Look, young man, you
wouldn't know the first thing about

providing food for hungry kids. You
should try it sometime. Then you'd know

you're talking about.

Next, please.

I reckon we should start our own. What
do you mean?

Start our own food and drinking stuff.

Start up a tuck shop.

Yeah, but what would we sell? You could
sell Kizzy's homemade bread. Much better

than the salty bread they sell at the
tuck shop. Yeah, or anything else that

Kizzy makes. Like a tofu samosa or a
vegan pasty.

Huh? Well, that stuff's much better than
my mum's cooking.

Hey, I've got a recipe for gingerbread.
I could make some of that.

All right, I'm in.

Do you have any idea how expensive
second -hand uniforms are?

No. There's no way I could afford one.
And why would you want to? Yeah, there's

much better things to spend money on
than uniforms.

Yeah, like food from our new tuck shop.

So it looks like I'm stuck wearing this
stuff.

It's so unfair.

Just how could you have lost it? That's
what Charlie does with his school

jumpers. Lost property's probably full
of clothes kids accidentally lose.

Got the whole batch of kidney bean
risoles from Kizzy. She just gave them

you. Told her we were in a growth spurt.

How's the ginger beer going?

Good, but it'll need time to brew. Won't
be ready for tomorrow.

So you see, I'd make a perfect lost
property monitor.

I'm responsible, reliable, methodical
and tidy and... And tell me why you're

interested in lost property all of a
sudden. To give something back to the

school for the education I'm receiving.

OK.

Here is the key to the lost property
room. I'm glad to see someone's

in it again. That's all yours for one
week.

Um, Mrs Church? Yes, dear?

How long will lost items kept in most
property for?

Well, just for a couple of months and
then they should be thrown out.

Although, I don't think anyone's given
that place a good clean -out for a long

time.

Right, when it's dark.

Put the sign up crooked.

No, I didn't.

So where are all these kids who want our
food then, Spike?

The kidney bean rissole stink.

It's probably putting them off. You're
the one who told me to get them from

Pissy. Give it time, okay?

Oh, look, Ryan.

Would you like a homemade rissole?

How can it be homemade if you don't even
have a home?

Don't knock it till you've tried it. I'd
rather eat dirt. Yeah, no one's going

to buy you gross food.

Yes, they will.

You'll see.

Too small.

Ooh, too dirty.

Hello. Hello. Lost something? My
umbrella.

When did you lose it?

Recess yesterday.

Or maybe it was the day before. You
can't remember?

Was it long, short, black, green? Any
distinguishing marking?

Black, I think.

Normal umbrella size.

Um, what's the next question?

You should pay better attention to your
possessions.

You're lucky to have them.

Forget it. I don't want this stupid
umbrella anyway.

Fine. Suit yourself.

Still here, Pia?

Is he sorting out the merchandise?

Not looking good, snobs.

$2 .20 and a whole lot of leftover food
no one wants.

My results go down well, Mary?

Uh... Oh, well, when business picks up,
I'll be expecting my cut.

OK. Right, our secret weapon's ready for
tasting. We're going to need it. I

don't think Kizzy will give us any more
food to sell.

Really good. I knew it. Very fizzy.
Good, eh?

I reckon this stuff will spill. I know
it will. Better make more in case

a rush. Already on to it. Ah, leave the
bottle, will you? As soon as you get me

some more sugar from Kizzy.

What's all that stuff?

Got it from my property. Old uniforms
and bags left over from last year.

Mrs Church said we could take them.

Why would we want to wear school
uniforms to school?

That's the last thing I'm going to do.

Fine. See if I care.

One.

Make sure we set up early today.

How early? Early enough so we grab the
kids before they get to the tuck shop.

They're too heavy. My bags are going to
break. Stop complaining.

Told you. What's the merchandise?

They're too heavy for plastic bags.

I've got an idea.

Just wait here.

One of your better ideas, Spike. I've
got thousands of good ideas. Just take

someone with brains to notice them.
Don't start with the brain thing again.

Knew you'd come around.

Oh, nice dress, Pia. Yeah, you almost
look normal.

Settle down, class.

Thank you.

Love my ginger bean.

Good one, Spike. How'd you get it so
fizzy? That's the secret.

We'll have to make another batch
tonight.

What's the big deal?

It'll probably taste disgusting.

Oh, yeah, that's why the whole school is
lining up to buy some.

All right, we'll try it.

Give us a cup each. 60 cents.

Get lost.

I said we'd try it. That's a favour,
idiot.

This is a business, knucklehead.

We don't do favours.

Well, you might be about to start.

Yeah, right.

Move. You're in the way of the proper
customers. Yeah, get out of the way.

We're going to get some.

I'm not going to pay for it.

I want

to have a word with you.

Sorry, too busy.

Don't talk back to me, young man.

It's time you shut down this little
enterprise of yours.

Close down? No way.

You'll get into all sorts of trouble
with the health and safety officers, not

mention the school council.

There's nothing wrong with some healthy
competition, is there? You need a

license to sell food in school grounds.

So if I see you here again, I'll
complain to the headmaster.

Look, we're not doing anything wrong.
And it looks like the kids prefer our

stuff to yours.

I find that hard to believe.

You boys better watch yourselves.

And if you don't tie that dog up, I'll
call the pound.

Well, I've never seen the lost property
room looking so good.

Well done. Thanks, Mr Alexander.

Hello, Brooke.

Pia, my diary's missing.

Has it been handed in?

Pia?

My goodness, I didn't recognise you in
your school uniform.

Oh, it doesn't make me look that
different.

Well, yes, it makes you look like a
proper Eden Beach primary student.

It suits you, Pia. Thanks, Mr Alexander.

You can't trick us, Pia.

We all know you're still a feral.

Your diary's not here, Brooke, but I'll
keep an eye out. I'm sure it's valuable

to you.

69 cups of sugar.

Mm -hm.

Don't you need the recipe?

Nah, not anymore.

This is going to be a spike special. The
busiest, tastiest batch of ginger beer

ever. How about 70?

I haven't had a chance to try the new
ginger beer. Hey, Pia, you don't have to

line up.

You might be trying not to look like us,
but we still recognise you.

Here, take a bottle for later as well.

I'm not trying to look like anyone else.

Hi.

Hi. 30 cents, please. You're busy.

Now's your chance.

30 cents.

And what are they selling? Some homemade
concoction.

You think they'll close us down? If we
give them half a chance.

Unless... Watch this.

Let us in, please.

Hi. Thought you two might be interested
in a taste test.

On the house.

30 cents, please.

Thank you.

30 cents. Thank you.

Hi. 30 cents.

30 cents.

Thank you. Thank you.

30 cents.

Thank you.

Hi.

30 cents, please. Thank you.

30 cents.

Thank you.

30 cents. Thanks.

Thirty cents, please. Thank you.

Hi. Thirty cents, thanks.

Thank you.

Thirty cents, please. Thank you.

Playing hide -and -seek again, are we?

If nothing's done to stop these boys,
the tuck shop will start losing money.

Thirty cents, please.

I have to say, boys, that is the nicest
ginger beer I've ever tasted.

And very popular with the other pupils,
it seems.

Thanks, sir. Could I have another cup,
Spike?

Oh, 30 cents?

Spike? Fair enough.

Back to class, everyone.

Hey, only a couple of bottles left.

Not bad at all.

And this is just the start. We can hire
people to run the store for us. Yeah,

maybe even get other schools to do it
too.

Stay, snobs.

You guys going to have ginger beer
tomorrow?

You bet. Cool.

My diary turned up yet?

What does it look like? Butterflies on
the cover.

Hardback. Might have been handed in.

Well, can you make it quick? I'm in a
hurry.

I'm late for my writing lesson.

That's it.

Hello there.

Can I help? But what about my diary?

I'll sort out your inquiry after I've
served this lady.

Thank you, dear.

Want to go to the beach now?

Sure. You've solved the problem.

See you back at home, Spike. See ya.

Come on, snobs.

Five socks, one pair of school shorts,
one lunchbox and some coloured pencils.

Are any of the items labelled? They
should have Stuart Briggs on them.

Although I don't hold out much hope of
finding them here, ever since those

kids arrived in town.

I don't think you should blame the feral
community for your son's carelessness.

My Stuart is not a careless boy. It's
the ferals.

Part of Stuart's things have gone
missing since they arrived.

I think they've probably stolen them.
How can you say that?

Oh, don't let them fool you.

They pretend that they're happy being
poor, but... Look!

I'm normally the last person to stick up
for the feral, but at least he's trying

to do the right thing and fit in with
us.

She's a feral.

It's not her fault.

She was born that way.

I've got to get to the stables now, and
I would really like my diary back before

the next millennium, OK?

Here's your diary.

Finally.

I'll be talking to your headmaster about
this behaviour.

Well, if it isn't the little
businessman.

You're not after more free ginger beer,
are you?

No, just a few of your secrets. What
secrets?

I thought it was quite difficult to brew
ginger beer.

Nah, I've got it stuffed.

It's quite a long brewing process, isn't
it? Doesn't take too long.

But you have to be so careful about the
ingredients, don't you? I am.

I've heard terrible stories about
overdoing the sugar.

Oh, me too.

For instance, the one about putting too
much sugar in the mixture, causing too

much gas.

The pressure can build up till it
explodes.

Even more dangerous than glass bottles.

Oh, that old story. Heard it a thousand
times. But it's not true, though.

Is it?

Actually, I think it is.

Oh, right.

Nice talking to you. Gotta run.

Whose bag is this?

Did you put rocks in my bag again?

No. There was something in here that's
heavier than my math book, that's for

sure.

You guys, you've got to help. I made a
bomb and it's going to explode.

What? The ginger beer.

Where is it? I think me and Ryan got
each other's bags off the floor.

The clubhouse.

Don't tell me you've lost them again.

Well, what do you know?

I'll bag it in your bag.

Not my bag.

Great, then we really have lost the
keys. You idiot, who cares about the

We've got the ginger beer.

Oh, yeah.

The feral ginger beer.

Quick, the window.

How long do you reckon it'll take for
them to figure it out?

The losers practically hand it to the
enemy. Yeah, dumb ferals. Here, hand

to me when I jump in.

You're an idiot, Spock.

Why'd you mess around with the
ingredients? I didn't know I was going

a bomb, did I?

Sam, Brian, you guys in there?

Give us back the ginger beer. It's going
to explode.

How stupid do you think we are?

It's out now.

Find us papers.

And don't try and get in, kids. You
can't.

I'm serious.

The bottles could blow any minute.

I've been telling the truth.

Be quiet, Smalls.

Hey, what are they?

Oh, it's poison!

Sorry I've retired.

No more ginger beer.

Surprised to hear your news, Spike?

Oh, well, you know, easy come, easy go.

You might be interested to know that
after a word with Mr. Alexander, we've

lowered some of the prices at the tuck
shop.

Really? You were right.

Some of the prices were too high.

Sweet.

Oh, and tell your friend that his dog
has to pay for the hot dogs along with

everyone else. All right?

So, can you describe the size, colour,
contents, or whether it had any

distinguishable markings?

Uh... Is this it?

Yeah, thanks.

Another satisfied customer?

Yep, and that's the end of my last
property week. And I've left it much

organised than it was before.

Just like you promised.

Um, what's happened to your uniform
here?

I, uh, lost it, Mrs Church.

Didn't really suit me anyway.

Well, if you're lucky, it might just
turn up in lost property.

I knew the money from the ginger beer
would go to a good cause.

You have it?

No. You haven't.

Snobs.

I think we've cured him of his hot dog
addiction.

Brooke, it's about time you were lost
property monitor, don't you think?

I guess so.

You're lucky.

Piers left it nice and organised for
you.

Great.

Who's that?