All language subtitles for Game On s01e05 Matthew A Suitable Case

But Sunday morning is only for the black

and the sacred moments of dilliness are
where

I find my heaven, where I find my
heaven, where

I find my heaven, heaven.

I've left this alone in my bed.

I've poisoned every room in the house.

The place is quiet and so alone.

Pretend that something was waiting for
me.

Make us a cup of tea, Mart.

Yeah, right, in a minute, Matt. Martin,
I'd like my tea now, please.

Hang on, then.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Why don't you take that shoe off so you
don't break your neck?

What?

I just said, why don't you take your
shoe off so you don't break your neck?

Because, Matthew, if I take it off, then
I keep coming across it and thinking

it's the one I can't find, all right?

Good thinking, man.

Demented cow.

Pick up the seat, then.

OK, I've got time.

Oh, go on, then.

Let her make her own.

Matthew?

What was my other shoe doing under your
bed?

Did I give you permission to go into my
bedroom?

I asked first.

How do I know what your shoe was doing
under my bed? I expect it was just lying

there quietly, stinking of girl sweat.

You know what I mean. How did it get
there?

What is this, an interrogation?

I refuse to answer.

Whose flat is this, anyway?

If you did anything to it, or in it.

Just stay out of my room in future, all
right? Where's pleasure in you just keep

your hands off my property, all right? I
wouldn't touch your property with

Martin's. Be steady on, mate. No
offence, mate. Is that my tea?

Playing out at four o 'clock this
morning.

What is this?

Shagging nunnery or something?

Oh, am I living in a shagging nunnery?

I couldn't sleep, all right? I suffer
from insomnia.

I think it must be the idea of shagging
the nuns that makes it seem so

attractive.

Just one at a time, of course.

And falling in love and everything
first.

And being attentive to their nunly needs
instead of selfishly seeking temporary

release sort of thing.

Shut up, Martin.

Right.

Can I just suggest, Matthew, that we
might all get less insomnia if you

playing the manic street preachers at
about a million decibels, stamping your

great stupid feet and shouting stuff out
like a baby at his first disco.

I mean, don't you think you might do a
bit better in the getting -off -to

department if you try something really
weird, like, say, lying down and closing

your eyes? This is my flat, Mandy.

I live here and I do what feels right.

If you don't like it, you know what you
can do.

Do you know what?

You need help.

Well, give us a shag, then.

I don't shag boys, I shag men.

Yeah, northern for preference.

And I said you need help, not sex.

Well, pay your rent, then. That helps.

I'm going to. Yeah, but when?

Look, I'm late now.

One day I'll nail that bitch.

Yeah, right.

What would you nail her to, Matt?

You could nail her to your surfboard, I
was thinking, couldn't you?

I mean, since she's burnt it with the
iron, it's probably game off for surfing

with it.

Anyway, you were never actually going to
take it down to see the big rollers,

were you?

I mean, it's not as if you've slept
right outside this flat for, what, six

months now.

Don't beat me up, Matt. I've got my work
shirt on.

Matt, I was only kidding.

I think I'm a bit light -headed from not
getting enough sleep last night.

Look.

There. All beaten up. Saved you the
bother.

You really are one fab bastard, my man.

Yes, I really am.

Total waste of space.

I've got to go to work now, Matt. Go.

And you're OK, right?

You could order up a pizza or, you know,
send out for a few vids. Martin, I am

all right. I know how to live in the
20th century. Go to work.

You got enough to read? Yes, thank you.

Go. Right.

Bloody hell.

Look at the squirrel on her.

Squirrel.

Is that not a word for it, then?

That's what my dad calls them, I think.

Your family, a bunch of weirdos, man.

Squirrel.

Otter.

Otter?

Beaver. Beaver. Sorry.

Goodbye, Martin.

Bye.

Is that good for you as it was for me,
Bear?

Think before you speak, you woolly -ass
bastard!

Christ on board.

Matthew De Niro.

Matthew De Niro.

Something's... Someday, a real rain's
gonna come and wash all the scum off the

streets. I get these pains.

I get these pains in my head.

You talking to me?

You talking to me?

You talking to me?

Well, who the hell else are you talking
to? You talking to me?

Yeah?

Well, I'm the only one here.

Oh, yeah?

He's weak, I guess.

Loss of blood.

The guy could bleed to death.

Like Tim Roth.

Lying there.

In pools of his own.

Oh, God.

I've got to get help.

I've got to get help.

I have

a medium pepperoni special at the back,
sir.

Extra hard -boiled egg.

Extra mozzarella.

Extra black olives.

Large Coke.

No, no, no. Not Diet Coke. Regular. I
need the sugar.

That's right.

How soon can you do that?

Flat 7, 23 Wellington Road.

15 minutes. Great.

Hang on a second.

Will it be you delivering?

What? Because I like your voice.

I don't know. I just like it.

It's, um, sexy, if you want to know. You
know, husky.

Sexy.

My name, my name is Matthew.

Matthew De Niro.

Yeah, really. Well, I know, I'm used to
it now.

What's your name?

Julia, that's nice.

So, um, will it be you?

It will.

I look forward to that, Julia.

Yeah. Well, thank you. Thank you.

Game on now, mate, no question.

She was gagging for it.

Hi.

I'm Julia.

Right, thanks. Yeah, I'll keep the
change. Right, nice one. Bye.

Never hit blame.

Never apologise.

Never look back.

Game on.

Young adult males are known as
dickheads.

Sometimes more accurately as wankers.

They show their readiness to mate by
dressing up in silly clothes and

wiggling their bottoms about, often in
front of mirrors.

It's hampering my personal video
collection.

out it's worth

it though

just

What are you doing in my bed?

Nothing. I just... You just what?

It's perfectly simple.

It just occurred to me, as your
landlord, to check out the facilities in

room and in Mark's.

Check out the facilities?

Yeah, the furniture, fittings, check
them out for wear and tear, etc.

So you check the furniture and the
fittings by taking your clothes off and

to sleep in my bed, right?

Well, yeah, that's part of it.

Going to sleep wasn't actually part of
the plan.

I just fell asleep, you see, because, as
you know, I got very little sleep last

night. And in any case... Perfect. In
any case, you've got Soddle to complain

about, Mandy, because this bed is the
most comfy one in the flat by quite a

way. What?

Freak. If you could just leave the room
now, Mandy.

This is my room.

You leave it.

Now.

Out.

Right.

in thinking that you're wearing my
knickers. Me?

Your knickers?

You're mad.

You're raving. Don't tell anyone, man.

I just... I just wanted to... Check out
the facilities.

Please don't tell anyone, man.

I'm afraid I shan't be able to comply
with your request, Matthew.

There's too much to expect of me.

I shan't be able to resist telling
everyone we know.

starting with your admiring friend and
apprentice wanker, Martin Henson.

Don't mind.

Why shouldn't I?

What have you ever done for me? I don't
owe you anything.

Except between two and three thousand
quid rent.

Oh, that.

I could let you off some of it.

All of it.

Martin!

Martin, you'll never guess what I caught
Matthew doing when I got home from

work. All right, all right, all right.

Start when you say it. From now, yeah?

Um, yeah.

Yeah.

Christ.

You're so lucky. Having me as your
landlord, Amanda.

Mr. Generous.

Matthew.

What?

You can keep the knickers if you like.

In fact, I think I prefer it.

I could nail her, Matt.

What?

I said I could nail her.

Well, I think I could.

Yeah.

Nail that bitch.

What?

I'm just saying I could nail that bitch.

Which one?

Well, she's gone now.

You know, the one with the hair. Her?

Just as soon nail one of her pigs.

Oh.

You all right, Matthew?

Yes, I am.

Of course I am. What do you mean, am I
all right, bloody cheek?

I just thought you seemed a bit down.

Well, no, not down, just a bit quiet.

Well, I can be quiet if I like.

Yeah, I know, mate, I know.

It's just... Nothing changes, nothing
happens.

We get up, you go out, you come back.

Nothing... What are you looking at?

I'm fine.

Just gets me down living with such a
pair of losers sometimes, that's all.

All right?

All right?

End of story.

Well, Mandy's not a loser.

Mandy's not a loser.

Mandy, don't make me laugh. That girl is
right up her own up. All right, Mandy?

Hello, Matthew. Did you call?

Hello, man. Hello, Martin.

That'll be my friend, Sean.

Northern bloke, is he, man?

Yes, he is, actually.

He comes from Newcastle and he's going
to the Arsenal match tomorrow, all

Hello. Hi, Mum.

Are you all right?

Matthew?

Martin, this is my friend Sean.

I'm just going to finish getting ready.

Cheers,

mate. Can I get a cup of tea, Sean?

Yeah, thanks, Martin. You're welcome.

Matt? Go on, then.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

How do you mean?

Well, what are you looking at, then?

Sorry, I was just admiring your T -shirt
there.

Really suits you.

Oh.

Yeah, right.

Thanks.

You wear your workout, don't you?

Well, yeah, a bit.

Yeah, I thought so, yeah. Down the gym?

No,

in my room, you know. All right, wait.

Yeah.

Can't beat it, eh?

Right.

I'll just, um... Right.

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

I'm making the tea.

Just get in there. I'll make the potty
tea.

Ron, it must be serious.

Hi,

Sean, all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks, Martin.

It's good.

Matt's making the tea. Won't be a
minute. All right.

So where are you going tonight?

You going shagging? What?

Clubbing. I meant clubbing.

Should have had him.

How do you mean, Matt?

Should have given him a right scene,
too.

See, the way he was looking at me and
smiling.

I should have given him a smack.

I thought he was just, you know,
smiling. He was right out of order,

Yeah.

Should have decked him.

It's only my respect for Mandy that held
me back.

Well, have you got respect for Mandy,
then?

Are you going to go out and get my
curry, then, or what?

I know what, Matt. Why don't we both go
down the car, though?

We could have a pint on the way. It's
nice out tonight.

No, thanks.

Matt, why don't you go out any more?

You used to like going out. You used to
go out clubbing and footy in the park.

Yeah, that was good, that.

I used to like that. I miss that, our
little footy games.

Do me a favour, Mark.

You used to have a job. You had a nice
job. You liked it.

It's like wearing your suit and talking
to clients. I never liked it. I was just

pretending.

And now I don't need to work, so I don't
work.

I don't need to go out, so I don't go
out.

Who'd go out if they didn't have to go
out?

The streets are a swamp, man.

They're filthy.

They're knee -deep in germs and shit and
stuff.

No -one would go out in the streets
unless they had to.

Well, I have to, don't I?

I have to go out and get your curries
and stuff.

Yeah, and I appreciate it, mine.

I'm a good friend, I mean it.

It won't last forever, this, will it,
Matt?

I mean, it's like you're always saying,
there's a time to surf and all that.

That's right, there is. Yeah.

Do you remember when we were in juniors
and I used to come round your house and

we used to do our ethics kicks?

Do you remember how your dad used to
yell at you?

I used to be scared stiff of him.

Matthew, what do you mean by leaving
these wet marks all over the toilet

And then he came down and yelled at you
some more.

He was sort of hitting you round the
head.

I was sitting there wincy.

Actually, I was so scared I peed in my
pants.

You always were a bit of a sad little
bastard.

The way it is, Martin, when you've got a
father like my father, you've got to

lock horns with him or he'll destroy
you.

He will stamp on your bollocks, believe
me.

And you'll go through life, a walking
shadow of the boy you could have been.

Trouble was, he was a big bastard, my
dad.

I know.

I had to wait till I was 16.

And one day, he came out of the
bathroom, and he said, what exactly do

by leaving these funny fist stains on
the guest towels? I mean, what exactly

they, Matthew, eh?

And I said, they're spunk, Dad.

And I hit him.

As hard as I could in the face. And he
went right downstairs. Game on.

Blimey.

And I knew at that moment that I cracked
it.

I knew that I could meet him as an
equal. Face to face. Man to man.

And I went downstairs to where he was
lying.

And I said,

Dad? And he was just lying there.

And I knelt down by him and I lifted his
head up.

And his neck was like all loose.

He was dead, Martin.

I killed my own father.

Bloody hell.

I thought your dad was killed in a car
crash.

What?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, that too.

I mean, I was going to do it.

Then you have that car crash first.

I'll go and get the curry now, right?

Thank Christ for that.

I cannot bear that woman with the red
glasses.

I suppose they're still shagging in
there.

Marvellous, isn't it?

Amanda and her northern blokes.

They probably put it up on the arrivals
board at King's Cross.

Going to London for the match, don't
forget to shag Mandy Wilkins.

Think it might be any use if I put an
advert up there?

What?

Sad bastard seeks northern girl with
sense of humour.

Doesn't have to have a sense of humour.

I'll be northern.

Biggish tits would be nice.

Yes.

Not essential, though.

Hello, men.

Sean asleep, is he?

I went to sleep, but then I woke up
again.

Have we got any wine?

No, I don't think so, men.

Or a cup of tea?

Oh, go on, then.

All right, Matthew?

Fine, thanks. Yourself?

Have a good shag.

Not a very erotic outfit, that, is it?

I didn't have a shag, Matthew, actually.
Not that it's any of your business.

What's this?

There's something amiss here.

Northern bloke, Mandy Wilkins, no score.

He's a friend, Matthew, not a lover.

He's gay, as a matter of fact.

Such a nice bloke. Much nicer than the
hopeless jerk they always end up in bed

with. Gorgeous body, too.

Thing is, he liked boys and not girls.

It's ironic, really.

Actually, he told me he fancied you,
Matt.

Oh!

That's disgusting.

You're winding me up, aren't you, you
lying cow?

I wish I was. He said he really fancied
you. God knows why.

What about me, then? Did he fancy me?

He said he thought you were really nice.

Story of my life.

So you didn't get a shag, then? No, I
didn't.

Bet you wanted one.

I did not want one.

Tell you what, you can shag me if you
like.

It'll relieve the sexual frustration.

Can't say fairer than that. No, thank
you, Matthew. I don't want to. God, but

it's just like that play Wee Chloe.

What's that about then, man?

No, don't tell me.

It's about this little Scotch girl,
right, called Wee Chloe.

Skips through the heather and up the
burn in her wee kiltie.

Bringing a smile to every face. Even
grumpy old Angus McSpot on himself.

Shut up, Martin.

Right.

We, Chloe, is a play by John Paul
Sartre, right? About three people in

A woman and two men.

You wonder where all the flames and the
torture and the torment are and then

after a while you realise that this is
it.

The torture and the torment. Other
people.

That's what hell is. Other people.

Slowly driving each other mad, all
wanting things they can't have, all

each other to pieces with the
destructive power of their unsatisfied

but unable to escape from each other
because of the terrible chains of power

love and sex and guilt and money that
bind us all together.

All right?

Um, kettle's boiled, I'll just make the
tea. LAUGHTER

Yes please mate.

Yes please Martin.

Right.