All language subtitles for Press Gang s02e10 The Rest Of My Life

Hello?

Hello? Can anybody hear me?

Please?

Can anybody hear me?

Did you get anything?

Shots of policemen sending me back.
Well, you can dodge around. Come in,

The whole street's closed off. Nobody's
getting in. What did you see?

Mostly policemen. And smoke.

Kevin, what have we got on that? Turn
around. I want videos of all news

on all channels. I don't want to have a
black and white portico somewhere. Get

it set up in here. What about radio?

The blame. I don't want to miss
anything.

Linda, how much of the edition do I
clear for this? All of it. And do me a

-page draft.

Disaster special.

No, make that Creswell Road disaster.

Coming up.

You got any photos?

Kevin, what have you got? An idea.

Just give us a minute, Linda.

But what about a drawing? Rain could get
something together.

Linda, do you want someone at the
archive? In the instance, that kind of

Yeah, but I can't spare you. Jeff?

Sally. OK.

How much is going to be hard and even
how much parallel features?

I don't know yet.

Linda.

What's the idea? Ten words or less.

I can't get anywhere near Cresswell
Road, but there's a block of flats

overlooking it.

So you can get up onto the top.

Brilliant. Get moving.

No, hang on. Sarah, who did that piece
for you last week?

Well, could you be a tiny bit more
specific?

The piece I like?

Sonia. Sonia?

Go with Kevin.

Give me some mood stuff, what it's like
to be in Cresswell right now. I'll get

my notebook.

She's not actually going to be in there,
is she? She's a writer. She can make it

up.

Silly me.

Right, thanks. Great. Got to go, Cathy.

I've got four channels covered and
Jeff's bidding up the telly. Good. Don't

forget the radio. It's coming.

Right, from now on we keep this for
incoming calls only.

So what do we do if we want a phone out,
then? Get five spare bodies, make a

queue at the phone box over the road.
We'll need constant access.

Yeah, and a lot of tenpences.

Didn't anyone ever tell you, Kenny,
money is a dirty word?

Yeah, right.

What happens if someone joins the queue?
They won't. Why not? Because you're

going to stick frads on the end.

Why do I ever doubt you, boss?

Linda, we've got the police band on the
radio. Yeah? Good thinking.

Well, Billy's thinking.

It's an office block, five storeys. Some
kind of explosion.

I think a gas leak. What's happening
now?

Just giving orders, as far as I can
tell. How many people hurt? Don't know.

Seems the offices were mostly empty.

But the shop's below.

No. A dress?

23 to 27.

I did something about town's record
shop. I know it. Let's check on the map,

if we can pinpoint it. Good thinking,
Billy. You're way ahead of me. Always

listen to this show, don't you?

Maybe I should start.

Might help me keep track of Spike in the
evenings.

Actually, where is Spike?

Well, I don't know. He's on his way in,
I suppose.

Yeah, right.

Let's get that map.

You know, there could be a real chance
to prove ourselves.

Some hard news, not just the kiddie
stuff.

Hello?

Is someone there?

I can hear you moving.

Can you hear me?

Please.

I can't move.

This one's out. There's a guy in that
one with a stupid grin on his face and a

pile of silver.

Terrific. Love and money.

I still don't know what I'm doing here,
Linda.

Sarah, get someone to the photo
archives.

Pictures of Creswell, just standard
shots.

Linda. Stop asking, just do it. And make
it good. Give it some zaps.

Send them zaps. Am I getting this right?
You want me to liven up an explosion?

I want you to give me the best work
you've done, Sam, and make it stick.

This is our big chance to show what we
can do.

Well, that's a new angle. What?

Gas leak, bomb or career opportunity.

Linda, there are people in that
building.

I know.

Do you?

We're talking about the dead and dying
here, Linda. And I'm supposed to put in

some zap.

How about I just do the obituary column
in colour?

OK, everyone, let's shuffle some papers,
murmur in the background. It's looking

like you're working time, OK?

Linda, I can hear you frowning from the
other side of the newsroom.

Okay. Okay, so you don't fancy.

I don't want you to worry about this. It
happens to at least one in every ten

women.

Have you considered how much more
attractive you'll be to other guys once

become one of my ex -girlfriends?

Just try going out with me for one
night. See what it does to your street

I'm an expert in body language.

Did you just say something about
tomorrow night?

Can't you take no for an answer?

That remains to be seen.

Hey, can you spill gas in here?

Must be time to change my underwear.

They've got an entry system.

So either we're nice to the caretaker or
we pick a number.

Which one looks friendly?

Sonia?

Well, hi, Mrs Boyd. Your mother was
looking for you. Why?

I told her I'd be late.

Something wrong?

He's all but performing indecent assault
on that phone. Just watch the windows

steam.

Excuse me.

Just a minute, darling. Yeah? Yeah,
would you mind calling down a bit,

What? Well, it's just we're picking up
that phone call and all the radio's on

the street. It's a bit embarrassing for
some people, I'm sure you understand.

So, if you wouldn't mind remembering,
there are children listening.

Children? Yeah, and old people.

Oh, listen, can you say a big hi from
all the guys in the pool hall?

I'll call you back, babe.

I'll explain later.

Bye, darling.

And everyone.

No outgoing calls. Use the phone box. It
sounds record shop. What? I know

someone who works there.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Linda.

Linda. You'd phoned him an hour ago,
which means he'd already left for here,

right? Doesn't prove anything.

Which means he left ten minutes before
the explosion.

Still doesn't prove anything.

It doesn't take an hour to walk here
from Spike's. Look, Spike doesn't walk a

straight line anywhere. You know that. I
also know he liked hanging around

record shops.

He was talking about records he wanted
to buy last night. Linda, it doesn't

a thing.

Look.

Hello?

I can hear you. Can you hear me?

Please, can you hear me?

What? Yeah, she's here. I'll get her.

Linda? It's Kevin, urgent.

Yeah?

Linda, Sonia's had to go home. Her
brother was in Cresslaw when it went up.

Tom? No.

It's okay. He's not bad.

He was just in the street, got caught in
the blast.

How's Sonia?

I don't know. She was whipped off in a
car. She's hung.

Are you sending someone else out?

I'll see who I've got. Me.

What? Well, I want to do this.
Everything's handled to you and I want

this.

Sarah's on her way. Thank you.

Linda, I don't know how easy it's going
to be to get into this building. Phone

me if you can't. Right now I've got to
clear this line. Okay.

In case Spike phones.

Kate's boyfriend, Sonia's brother.

It's like it's getting closer all the
time.

Linda.

I keep hearing fire engines.

What a journey.

What are you doing?

Spike's meant to be getting me a tape.

We've mangled one of mine in his
Walkman. He's supposed to be getting me

one. Where was he buying it from?

I don't know. The usual place.

Sound? Yeah.

Is that guy over there dancing? Or
should I direct him to the toilet?

Speaking of which...

Please, can anyone hear me?

I'm stuck.

I can't move.

Please.

Come on, Linda, what do we actually
know?

I mean, what do we actually know?

Enough to tell them he might be in
there.

Might be.

Look, we'll tell whoever we have to
tell, but all we're talking about here

possibility. He's in there.

I know he is.

It's dark down here.

I can't see anything.

I can't move.

Please help me.

Please, anyone?

Can anybody hear me?

Anybody?

Now that's what I call a party.

Hello? I heard you speak. Did someone
speak there?

Can you hear me?

Look, I'm not going to let you go to
pieces while there's nothing to go to

pieces about.

So what are you saying? I should go in
there and edit the newspaper?

Put it this way, what would Spike want
you to do?

The usual. Wear tighter clothes and show
more cleavage.

Well, are you going to give in to that
kind of rubbish?

If you weren't such a perfect friend, I
could like you better.

By the way, I don't mean that.

Oh, I'll get over it.

You're only calling me perfect because
you're mad at me.

Hello?

Hello, are you there?

I thought I imagined you.

You can hear me?

Yeah, well, I took a crack on the head.
I wasn't sure.

All these pink bunnies, they wouldn't
shut up.

So where are you?

I don't know.

That's a funny thing. It's the same
place I am.

I can't move.

I can't feel my legs.

Hey, listen, relax.

So you can't feel your legs. I wake up
that way all the time.

Hey, listen.

It's feeling your legs such a great
experience.

And if it is, can I feel them too?

Hey, that was a joke, not a come on.

No, actually, it was a come on. Chicks
are pretty scared in this rubble.

Hey, that's good. You laughed.

Laughing's good.

Laughing is the secret of life.

Laughing, the world throws record shops
at you.

Record shops.

I was in a record shop?

Sounds? Yeah.

Well, it's gone downhill since then.

You must be close to the surface.

I can hear you really well. It's kind of
hollow, but really clear.

You're clear, too.

Flatterer.

If I could just move some of this stuff.
No, don't touch it.

Please, don't touch it. It'll cave in on
me. I know it will.

No way.

There can't be that much on top of you
anyway. Just relax in there, okay?

Yeah, well, the good news is my left
foot is terrific.

My left is cool, smooth, and sexy.

In fact, I can feel it down there
throwing smug glances at my right.

How is your right?

Let's talk some more about my left.

You should get your shoe off and see
what the damage is.

Yeah, I've tried that.

I just hate working with laces when you
can hear your foot squelch, you know?

Listen, where Buffalo came for the time
being, yeah?

And I think maybe you're right.

I think I might bring that lot down on
top of you if I try to move it.

So, I think the best thing is for us to
sit here, get relaxed, and wait for the

expert. You make it sound like fun.

Hey, I wouldn't have come to this
explosion if I hadn't heard good things.

Well, the company's okay.

The company's great.

So what have we got? Great company, a
little bit of peace, all the rubble we

eat.

Where could we go wrong?

Are you okay in there?

No.

I hurt.

I can hardly breathe.

And my head's spinning.

See? It is a party.

Simon, I read your piece. It's
sentimental.

Toughen it up.

Martin, have you got those pictures yet?
Graphics are going to need them.

There's someone in the archives now.
We'll go and see what's happened to

Some ruffs for you.

Give us a quick reaction. We need to
move.

This one's okay.

You know, I was thinking we could give a
free copy of this edition to every

household with someone injured at
Creswell.

Maybe even a year's free subscription if
there's a dip in the family.

Yes, on the top bit. No, on the last.

Think about it, won't you?

Me and you in there now.

Linda, listen, I was just going to say,
well, there's a corner in my graphics

room. We can sit with you back to
everyone.

It's sort of my own personal cry space.

If you want to... Not that I ever use it
myself, of course.

I shouldn't think I will either.

I'll probably see you there sometime.

Probably.

I'll have some more of us for you in 20
minutes.

Ten.

Fifteen. They'd better be good.

My guess is it was a gas leak.

I was saying to this guy just before, I
could smell gas and he couldn't. I said

it must be time to change my underwear.

Now you see, you find that funny. He
didn't get it. I had to spend about an

explaining it to him. Still got the
diagram somewhere.

Are you okay in there?

I'm fine.

Keep talking.

Well, anyway.

The next thing, I'm at the counter
buying a tape for a friend.

That old shopkeeper, the guy with the
mustache, he's just ringing up on the

tiller, and I'm just realizing that I
don't have any money on me. Then, the

blows up.

Now, remember thinking, what a lucky
break.

At least you're keeping your sense of
humor.

The last thing to go.

I'm told I joke when I'm nervous.

Who told you that?

Someone.

Okay, a girl.

Okay, a girl I go out with. Do you have
to ask so many questions?

Tell me about her. Keep talking.

Well... Well, she's kind of, um... What
can I say?

Well, she's got a temper as short as a
skirt, but great legs, though.

I'm not always sure where her head's at.

Then again, I'm not always sure where my
head's at.

We're great together, though. We just
don't have heads.

Sounds interesting.

We got this kind of thing together, you
know?

I'm not sure what kind of thing it is.
It's...

Just a thing thing.

It's all still a secret anyway.

I'm swearing you to secrecy. You
understand that, don't you? What's her

You're going to have to speak up. You're
fading on me there.

What's her name?

Okay, I'll tell you. But this is secret
information, okay?

Her name's Linda.

Linda Day.

Oh, you must be Spike Thompson.

I'm Mary Bryan.

I'm in the fifth year at Norwich High.

Mary Bryant?

The blonde with the walk?

Well, I'm blonde.

I don't believe this. Mary Bryant.

Do either of your hips know what effect
they're having on people? I mean, I keep

going to the wrong class just following
them.

Mary Bryant, this is amazing.

You know, I wish we'd met under better
circumstances instead of under an office

block.

Mary, you're coming and going on me.

What's wrong?

Spike? Yeah?

I don't think I'm okay.

It's funny, isn't it?

Actually, it isn't funny at all.

I mean, we're standing up here, hardly
any distance from people who are dead

dying. And we're perfectly safe.

We're snapping pictures and writing
words.

And tonight we'll go home and tell our
parents all about it.

How exciting it was.

It's just something happening to those
little people down there.

I ought to care more.

I can't write it.

I don't know how to write it. Just write
about what you're feeling.

She wanted a mood piece.

Do you feel anything in there?

Just let me know when you feel anything.

Spike, will you stop?

I can't feel anything.

I don't think you're even close.

I must be. I can hear you really...

Mary,

say something.

Say what, Spike?

You know, I think you could be right.

I think you could be a lot deeper than
you sound.

Maybe it would just...

Be better.

How are you feeling in there?

I don't hurt so much.

Oh, that's good.

That's good.

Talk to me, Spike.

It gets very lonely when you're quiet.

You know, a lot of people say that to
me.

They say, you've got to talk more.

You gotta consider others.

You sure you're okay?

I'm okay so long as you're talking.

How long can you keep talking, Spike?

Hey, you're talking to an expert talker
here.

The question is, how long can you keep
listening?

The rest of my life.

Linda, quickly.

What?

Good news.

Question. Who is the one guy in the
world you can drop a building on and it

won't stop him talking?

They're working their way down. I can
hear a guy talking.

Non -stop in an American accent.

They can even hear him moving. It's got
to be Spike. He's in there. He's really

in there. Yeah, and he's okay.

But he could be hurt. He could be
injured. He's alive and he's conscious.

And he's moving around.

That's a good sign.

Trust me. They've got to get him out of
there. Linda.

They've got to get him out of there. All
right, he's nearly through.

Everything is going to be okay.

It's a pity you're late, guys.

You missed one hell of a nice girl.

Spike!

Hi, boss.

You're supposed to be out here.

The first thing she says to me, keep off
the grass.

I know.

Just can't stand the roofs on them.

Or in them.

You know, I tried to get to see you last
night. I made quite a fuss.

Yeah, I know. I could hear you from two
floors up.

How's the foot?

One of a pair.

Same old spike.

No.

I got her out in the end, you know.

It's too late.

Bled to death while I was talking to
her.

How can that happen?

How can that be right?

For what it's worth, the L word.

I L you too.

We gotta get better at saying that,
Linda.

How about anagrams?

I vol you?

Me too.

I'd never actually spoken to her at
school.

I'd seen her. I knew who she was.

But I never actually spoke to her.

She's strange.

Talking about a girl I've never even
really met.

But I feel like I've known her.

For years, right?

Forever?

for the rest of my life.