All language subtitles for Press Gang s04e06 Day Dreams

Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm waiting for someone.

Oh, well, sorry I'm late.

Actually, I'm waiting for a girl called
Elizabeth Simpson.

Call me picky, but you're not what I
expected.

Well, you obviously don't recognize me,
do you?

What?

It's me, Elizabeth.

Hey, you got a problem with your sense
of humor?

I do, yes.

But I'm hoping you'll go away shortly.

Hey, I know what it is. You're English.

It runs in the family.

I blame the parents.

James Thompson.

Catherine Hill.

Hi.

Hey, you know, we won a war against you
guys once.

Who said it was over?

Look, why don't you say we meet up
sometime and make peace, huh?

Maybe tonight.

Diner across the road.

I'd rather die of a protracted vomiting
fit.

In fact, I probably would.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to
wait on the other side of these doors.

You're standing rather close, and I hate
it when my skin crawls.

Obviously, we'll both be attending this
school for a while yet, so it really

would help in the future if you never
spoke to me again.

Goodbye.

Second thoughts, I'm not busy this
evening, so what the heck. 7 .30.

Dress better.

It's weird. It's horrible.

I'm not exactly loving it myself.

She talks like me, she acts like me, she
even looks like me.

You think I'm crazy about that? I just
don't believe it.

Well, me neither.

Spike, you and I have been an on -off
item since we met, and now I discover

an exact replica of your mother. Get off
it, Linda. You're not an exact replica.

Look, just cut it out, you two, okay?

Ma, please don't sit in that chair.

Don't be silly.

Why now?

Why do you have to stick your nose back
in now?

I mean, it's been over a decade.

Cut it out, Spike.

Mom, you don't tell me to cut out
anything, okay?

No, that was me.

All right, you want me to say it?

I left you and your father 11 years ago
because I wanted a career, not a family.

That was a terrible thing to do.

But then that's me.

What's the point in all this? It's the
past.

Is it?

I came here to talk about the future.

What about the future?

Let's get one thing straight first.

Spike wasn't attracted to you because
you reminded him of his mother. It's

that he's exactly like his dad.

Give me a break. The man had no dress
sense.

Looked through his clothes sometime.

He had checked trousers.

He had rather good dress sense at the
beginning.

When we worked together on the school
magazine, this entire relationship had

happened before, almost word for word,
and it ended in misery and heartbreak.

I just thought it was worth mentioning,
that's all.

So what you're really doing is warning
your son against women like you? You'd

the same.

Spike! Sorry, out of my league, out of
my depth, out of this room!

Thanks for dropping by, Mom!

I'd better get after him. No, wait!

I'm not the person you should be talking
to, Linda, you know that.

So who is?

There must be someone you can take your
troubles to.

Actually, no.

Well, there was a teacher once.

Mr Sullivan.

Every time I had a problem at school,
I'd wait at morning break outside the

staff toilet.

I knew that's where he went to do the
crossword.

He used to say he was my guardian angel.

Oh, we all need those.

For you?

Yeah.

Mr Sullivan, where are you now?

Hello, Linda.

Mr Sullivan.

Great suit. Thank you. I always feel I
should be selling ice cream.

So what can I do for you? What can I do
for you?

Well, you were just thinking that you
wanted to speak to me, yes?

How did you know that?

Linda, as I've been trying to tell you
for years now, I'm your guardian angel.

Oh.

I thought you were my English teacher.

Well, I've got to eat.

I've got a guardian angel and you're it.

Him, Linda.

Don't be indelicate with your personal
pronouns.

Sorry. Remember, I'm not just a
celestial messenger and spiritual

I teach grammar.

Of course, yeah.

But I've got other problems right now.

Let's see.

How did you do that?

And that?

Linda shows a marked concern about the
future, amounting almost to an

She seems deeply troubled at the idea
that she might not attain the success

has always envisioned for herself.

Well, that's your problem, isn't it,
Linda?

The future? Is that like my celestial
ledger or something?

No. It's a school report.

Oh. The future, eh?

Would you like to see some of the
future, Linda?

Can you do that? What do you mean, can I
do it?

I'm an angel.

Yeah. Yeah, I wouldn't mind.

Of course, some of the future events are
still being worked on by our creative

team. They hate us to give away the
ending.

But you can show me some of it.

You'd have to content yourself with what
I choose to show you. No questions.

No arguments.

Sure. Very well, then.

We will first of all take a very quick
tour of all the various futures of your

friends on the news team.

Just so that you can get some sort of
impression of how you have affected

lives. Well, couldn't we just skip past
all them and get straight to me?

Your ego and sense of self is vastly
overdeveloped. I warned them about that

the design stage.

I'll just get some clothes on. I don't
have unlimited time for this. I've got

school tomorrow.

OK. So what do we do?

We don't do anything.

I do.

Are you composed and ready?

As I'll ever be.

That's what we're going to find out.

Why do I do so many major things in my
life dressed in my pyjamas?

We do have a sense of humour, you know.

So who's future do we visit first, then?
You'll see.

And in a moment, we'll have our very own
agony aunt taking your call. Yes, it's

Dr. Call, solving your problems again.

So if you're having a hard time, get
dialing.

You're kidding me.

He's an agony aunt?

He is, of course, completely unaware
that we're here.

I know, it's Fred.

No, I mean he's completely unable to
either hear or see us.

I know, it's Fred.

Dr. Call. Hi.

Dr. Call here to solve all your problems
and that kind of thing.

So, why don't you just phone in or
whatever and... Oh, in fact, I think we

someone on the line right now.

Hello? It's Susan, Dr. Call.

Hello, Susan. Do share your problem with
us.

I've got this dog.

It's the sweetest little thing. It
really is.

I love it.

But my neighbours, they hate it because
it digs up their front lawn and barks

all night.

They're really getting on my case to get
rid of him. What do you think I should

do?

Pardon?

What should I do, Dr Call?

Oh, leave him.

Leave who?

Your husband.

I'm talking about my dog.

My neighbours want me to get rid of my
dog.

I know that, Susie, I do.

Just trust me on this one. You see, the
real problem here is your husband.

What you're doing here is you're
refocusing your anxiety system onto

else. If you really want to solve this
dog thing, you're going to have to get

rid of your husband.

Well, your boyfriend, obviously.

I mean, ditch your boyfriend.

I'm not going out with anyone at the
moment.

Phone your last boyfriend and tell him
that you're definitely not going back

with him, OK?

Do I have to spell everything out for
you?

Sorry. No wonder you never get a date.

Right, I think it's time for one of Dr
Call's therapeutic silences.

Maybe we should all just sit back and
think about things for a while.

Yes.

Ever thought of recruiting him as a
guardian angel?

Actually, no, but I believe the other
side has expressed an interest.

What the hell is that?

That's our next stop.

Do I know this guy?

He's a friend of a friend.

What's wrong? Where's the light going?

For God's sake, close the door!

Oh, sorry.

No!

Sarah!

Sarah?

A war correspondent?

Of a particularly fearless variety,
according to the record.

Have you gone out of your mind? That's
full -scale fighting out there. Yeah, I

know. Did you get any of it? Sarah!

Will you marry me?

You don't love me, do you?

Tony, of course I do.

It's as if I'm already engaged to three
other guys.

Two in prison camps in South America and
one held hostage somewhere in Zaderit.

Of course, it could just be that they're
avoiding me.

If I married you, it'd feel like I was
being unfaithful to Jeremy.

And Tom.

And Phil.

And Ivan, in a way.

But at least he got blown up.

Sarah.

I've got news for you, lady reporter.

You just said yes.

Hot flash.

Fighting's died down.

I'll just get that lens cap.

No! You don't understand. I'm with the
TV news team.

OK, OK, I'm coming. Just don't follow
that thing.

I'm with CME News.

I've got identification.

Come where?

Oh, well. There goes number four.

She always was a bit unlucky with men.

That changes.

All four of her fiancés get released,
and it turns out that Ivan survived the

explosion. So who gets her?

Well, you know how good she always was
at working out the news team wrote her.

Is that all we're seeing?

The show isn't over.

But we're back. This is the newsroom.
With one crucial difference.

Hitler. Julie.

She finally made it.

Yeah.

What shall I do about this motorway
story?

Well, for a start, you can get out of my
chair.

Sorry. Are you kidding me? Her?

Look, just tell Martin the story's good,
but we're scrapping it for, I don't

know, political reasons.

Why don't we tell him it stinks?

You know the truth thing?

Martin's a lousy writer, but he won't
get any better if we make him feel

I approve of that. That's my philosophy
too.

Changed days round here since Linda.

What is your problem, dwarf?

He'd have been sent to whimper in a
corner for about a month.

I'm glad I didn't end up as her
assistant.

Yeah? Well, I see you didn't end up tall
either.

As a matter of fact, this is all
something I learnt from Linda.

See? The way she'd treat people, she'd
just reduce them to dishrags. So I

decided when I took over, no way would I
behave like that. Not exactly a giant

yourself, are you? I mean, a brilliant
woman, but totally paranoid.

Absolutely. I'm going to get the rafts
and graphics.

Paranoid, huh?

What are you doing?

Just a little experiment.

Tiddler's kind of greasing up for you,
isn't she?

I wouldn't trust her.

Know what?

I think she's got her eye on this chair.
Let's face it, she always has.

She can't hear you, Linda. I'll tell you
what you should do.

Give her tomorrow off.

Then go through all her stuff. See if
you can find any evidence of a takeover

bid.

She can't hear you.

Never forget who runs this newsroom.

Never forget who runs this newsroom.

Sorry? Nothing.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Yeah,

right.

By the way, did you look tired?

Why don't you take tomorrow off?

Satisfied?

Who's been doing this to me?

Look, that is classified.

Prince Fahid, the second richest man in
the world.

He's been waiting here for two days now.

Who for?

Meet the richest.

Princey Bates!

You look great.

Well, I'm rich, right?

You kill me, you murder me. And how have
you been, Colin?

I've made some more money.

Ah, that's wonderful.

Would you like to see some? I'd love to.

That's not all of it, obviously, but it
gives you a good idea about the rest.

I don't believe this.

What?

I had this note once.

No.

I remember the serial number.

Well, you do, don't you? This note was
in my first million.

I'd like you to have that note.

Oh, no. I couldn't possibly.

Fair enough.

Let's talk business.

This is obscene. How can you let stuff
like this go on?

Well, the love of money is strictly the
opposition's department.

I hear you're interested in buying the
property. I warn you now, it's small.

Very lovely, I hear.

I believe you used to live there
yourself.

Hey, I grew up in the place.

It's called Britain.

Don't like the bit at the top much.

Well, that'll grow on you. And it seems
a bit wide here.

We can take it in a bit at Wales.

I understand you only recently purchased
the country yourself.

It's getting so ident, flick through an
atlas.

Would you like to see some aerial
photographs?

I'd love to.

Have you got rid of all the inhabitants?

Yeah, they've all been given eviction
notices in a rainbow.

That's fair.

Well, and after that, I'm sorry, but I'm
having to play sprayed.

What else can you do?

Don't get me wrong.

I love poor people. I really do.

They are lovely, aren't they? But
sometimes they have to be sprayed.

Sprayed?

Yes. Let me show you these aerial
photographs.

They're really quite nice. We're having
the Pennines done up in leopard skin.

It's a very lovely effect.

This is getting a bit stupid, don't you
think?

Linda? Well, this is a dream, isn't it?
I'm dreaming.

Are you?

Linda!

What's that?

What was what?

You didn't hear it.

Linda!

not, I want to see what happens to Spike
and me now, before I wake up.

Very well, then.

Linda!

Linda!

You idiot.

Well, it was some dream.

It certainly was.

And if you hadn't barred it in and woken
me up, I'd have... You'd have what?

Had some dumb dream about us in the
future?

And what would that have proven?

Be something to go on.

What a dream.

What is it with you, Linda?

You need some kind of binding guarantee
that we'll definitely be together.

Why don't you ask me why I came back
here tonight?

Because you'll probably tell me.

We've got to get this sorted out, Linda.

One way or the other.

Apart or together.

I don't know.

Well, of course you don't know. Nobody
knows.

Nobody knows that Sarah's going to be a
war correspondent, a frazz, a DJ.

An agony aunt.

And I'm pretty certain that Colin won't
end up selling Britain.

Nobody gets the glimpse of the future,
Linda.

Strictly dream material.

Except for us.

Your mum and dad.

Exactly the same people.

Similar, not the same.

You know, you only ever said that you
loved me once and really meant it.

It's when you thought I was going back
to the States permanently.

It did seem like a good time to make a
commitment.

Either we stop playing games and admit
we love each other, or we get out of

other's faces forever.

Deal?

I love you.

Well, if you could get back to me on
that sometime between here and the door,

would be really good.

Linda, this is never going to work out
if you keep hedging your bets.

Speak now or never see me again.

I'm halfway, Linda.

Halfway?

I'm at the door.

Door. I mean it, Linda.

This time when I go, I'm gone for good.

Good.

Yeah, well, goodbye forever and all
that.

Why do I get everything in my whole
stupid life wrong?

A rather more immediate glimpse of the
future than I've afforded you up until

now. But I think pertinent.

You mean... That's right.

None of that has happened.

Yet.

I'm afraid, Linda Day, you're still
dreaming.

I get a second shot.

For once, I get a second shot.

Got something you want to tell me?

Yeah.

Yes I do.