All language subtitles for Desmonds s02e10 Here Comes De Sun.eng

From the long, hot night with an ocean
breeze to the damp and to the rain of

London City.

We come from the sun to live in the
cold. I'm in Mirama. What's my coconut

Let's keep the music sweet. Why not the
western feeling?

Right then, who wants to buy tickets for
the charity do at my club?

Oh, Lee, how many more charity do's your
club gonna run this week?

As many as you'll buy, Cheryl.

And who's popular to be leaning to, dear
Lee?

Homeless, single parent, one -eyed
Martians, Des.

No, seriously, it's gonna be a great do.
First class cuisine, music for all

tastes, even Matthews. Frank Bruner will
be doing a raffle.

There'll be so many prizes.

Maybe a prize for the person who wins
the most prizes. Yeah.

Tell me something.

If I was to buy all the rapper tickets
you had and you, could I win the one

prize I've wanted ever since I've known
you?

I should think so, Des. What is it? That
you stop trying to sell us rapper

tickets.

Down me flat for the tunnel.

Well done, Matthew.

Now that you have mastered reading, you
can move on to arithmetic.

There's a terrible thing that channel
tunnel is going to do. If God wanted us

be a part of Europe, he would have built
a tunnel in the first place.

Well, I'm sorry to destroy your theory,
Popeye, but in fact, England was one

part of Europe. You see, it was.

The one part of Europe. And that even he
realised he made a mistake.

Talk by. How do you expect to get
support?

With a slogan spelt like that, nobody
will understand it.

Well, er... Ah, well, that's deliberate,
Mrs Ambrose. You see, people who don't

understand it will come up and say, what
does it mean? You mean to tell me my

daughter's just taken her A -levels?
Mark!

Well, that sign is a mockery.

Well, I hope your exam results will be
better than that. Of course they will

Well, Pogpire, I think you need a more
effective way of making your feelings

felt. I do? Yes.

In the Gambia, we say, why wash your
smalls in your back garden when you can

wash your dirty underwear in public?

Matthew, you certainly have a way with
words, don't you?

What this means is, instead of just
parading that run locally, you do much

better by writing a strong letter to a
national newspaper.

And what paper are you talking about?

The Financial Times, of course.

That's how to reach the kind of people
who are investing in the Channel Tunnel.

You think the Financial Times is going
to print a letter by pork pie of

With my help, they might.

I don't need your help to write. I can
write for myself.

Well, I've yet to see the day when a
letter in a newspaper changed anything.

Oh, Desmond, but he's got to do
something.

I mean, how would you feel if after
living in your flat for 30 years, you

suddenly get a notice through your
letterbox saying, because of a tunnel

built 100 miles away, they're going to
knock it down?

Yeah, man.

They're always complaining about how
awful the estate is. I mean, all that,

that is different.

Them don't have to knock it down.

They all fall out and buy, I say.

Yeah, on the one hand, you have large
areas of land populated by very few, so

they decide to tunnel under that. On the
other hand, you have the densely

populated, built -up areas.

They decide to knock them down to build
an overground rail link. Oh, it don't

make no sense.

Oh, it makes perfect sense to the
planners, because they live in the large

populated by a very few.

So, what we have to do is put Popeye's
feelings into FT language.

Oh, that's easy. Fighting the tunnel.

Hefty. Fighting the tunnel.

Ah, forget it.

What's that?

Oh, Gloria!

Oh, no. Gloria Ambrose felt English
politics and art.

But Gloria...

You're not even going to pass one.

Oh.

I'm sorry, darling.

Well, I suppose part of this is due to
you and Louise spending too much time

recently championing good causes when
the real cause you should have been

fighting was passing your exams.

I did spend time on my own work. I
worked hard.

Did my best.

Maybe your best ain't good enough.

Maybe exams are not for you.

What are you trying to say, Mum?

Well, I'm just saying, Gloria, that
maybe you're wasting your time with

exams and maybe you'd be better off
getting a job. A job? You're supposed to

encourage me.

You think I'm thick, don't you?

I didn't say that. And I never will. I'm
just expressing an opinion.

But your father's opinion will be heaven
knows.

Sean to the station for this biology
field trip. He'll be back soon.

Oh, good.

Oh, Gloria.

It's not the end of the world.

Thanks, Mum.

Mum, you do us a favour.

Oh, don't worry. I won't tell your
father.

I'll leave that one to you.

And about that little matter about me
passing them.

Well, I haven't.

Sorry.

What? You want me to speak louder?

I ain't passed.

Useless.

Listen, pups, just rest up. Let me chat
to you while I'm there.

That won't do either.

Oh, Dad, I'm going to come clean. I've
been mean. I

don't

want to hear how brilliant you've done
and how you didn't have to work hard for

it. People like you make me sick.

I'm sorry, Glor.

You didn't pass, did you?

Grade A in deduction, failure intact,
Louise.

Gloria,

are

we still friends?

I really am sorry about your exam
results.

I'm going there, Gloria.

I'm going, Gloria.

I'm going.

What was that, Lee?

That's great, Des. Well, drastic.

Drastic? I'll give you a drastic bill,
then.

Why, then?

Who's going to buy the last 12 tickets
for my dinner and dance?

How many do you have in the first place?

12.

I'll tell you what I'll do, right?

They're 20 quid each, eh? You give me a
20 quid bonus, and I'll let you have a

pair for 10 quid each. How about that,
then?

There's a cat in there somewhere. Think
about it. I'll wait here till you think

about it. Do you mind?

We are trying to write a letter, and
you're disturbing our collective train

thought. All right, OK.

What have you got to say to them big
financials, Pope?

Here are my demands.

Number one, they must not build a tunnel
through my flat.

Number two...

There's no number two yet.

Come on, Popeye, you might get him in
the arts of the nation with statements

like that, now, won't you?

Next! No, wait a minute.

Popeye, listen.

You have to make it simple and direct.

Um, dear editor, I am a widower living
at number one... 113 Dogmart House,

Peckham, London, Southeast 15, 40X.

Yes. You don't need the postcode.

My...

and has been the center of my universe
for the last 30 years. Now, 30 years is

too short. Make it 60 years. Hey, if I
live there that long, I'll be dead.

Oh, my. Do you want us to write your
letter or not?

You write yours, and I'll write mine.
Thank you, Shirley.

That can have a word. Of course,
darling. What is it?

In private.

Charlie, we're too late. We're busy.

Yeah, well, it's just that I've gone
to... I let you look at the cricket last

night, boy, on television.

I tell you, West Indies cricket team,
like, they've gone west. I don't know

around with them. I mean, when they had
box men like Warren Weeks and Walcott, I

mean, then we... Hey, child, Vanessa,
darling. Ah, Tony, darling.

Mwah, mwah.

What brings you here today? I mean, our
appointment is until tomorrow.

I'm on to a photographic session, and I
need a bit of oomph.

Only you can do.

Are you going to have a bit of oomph,
Frederick?

Sit down, Vanessa, while these fair
hands caress you. Thanks, darling.

Yes, I'm hatching, you old bird!

Gloria Ambrose, you old tart!

So,

you two know each other, then? No, we're
total strangers.

Well, here's a stranger that'd like to
meet this stranger.

Leave, Vanessa, Vanessa, leave.

Charmed.

Yeah, get off.

I don't know where your mouth's been.

What happened to you then?

Well, when I left school... Here, you're
not still there, are you? Yeah. You're

not. Anyway, when I left school, one
became a model, darling. You really did?

Yeah. Didn't get many jobs to begin
with, then he really took off. Look,

flown all over the world these days.

Far east.

Middle East.

Bahamas.

It's getting a bit boring now. Oh, I'm
sure it is.

Here, you should give it a go, you know.

You're not bad looking.

And Franco Rinelli, my photographer,
always looking for models.

Who thought you were out of portfolio?

Not me a model.

Gotta be joking.

Ah.

You met a really good model, Gloria.

What, really?

There you go, darling.

And you can get that idea out of your
head. You see the benefits of an

education, Popeye? My daughter doesn't
have to be a model. She can be anything

she wants. Doctor, lawyer, she have big
ambitions.

Get a degree and go to university.

I mean, look, I don't want to embarrass
you, but I mean, that one has only got

one thing going for her. Ain't a bad
thing either, this.

You can choose, Gloria. I mean, if you
want to be a model, after you've got

levels and your degree, that's up to
you. You'll have something to fall back

Oh, by the way, how did you get on with
your mocks?

Had the results done yet?

Yeah.

I failed them all.

You did what?

All of them?

How could you fail that?

All you've got to do is draw.

I mean, nowadays you don't even have to
do that. Just chuck a pile of bricks in

the middle of the room.

How could you fail that? It's not as
simple as that, Dad. Exams are not meant

be simple.

Oh, she just took Mum's advice and got a
job. Mum's what?

Got a job?

I don't know what to do.

There's no need to shout, Desmond. If
you want to talk to me, then do it in an

orderly fashion.

Orderly? All right, I'll order you
upstairs, my good man.

After you, Shirley.

Thank you, Desmond.

And I'm not finished with you yet, young
lady.

Don't worry, Gloria.

I've failed a good few exams in my time.
Yeah, that's why he's still a student

at the age of 100.

Anybody think you just killed the Pope?

Worse than that.

Killed their dreams.

You see, I know you talk to me first.

Okay.

Now that we've broken the ice, may we
start this day again, only this time

pleasantly? Pleasantly.

All right.

Good morning, Desmond. Good morning,
Shirley.

Did you sleep well? Oh, yes, thank you,
Shirley, in Sean's bedroom.

Well, if you behave childishly, you
deserve to be treated like a child. Ah.

That was low. I feel that right here.

What happened to the pleasantly?

All right. Okay.

We both behave childishly.

But I think you're a bit hard on Gloria,
you know.

You ought to apologize to her.

She should apologize to me. After all,
it's she that failed her exams, not me.

Don't you think she knows that?

Aren't you telling the whole of Peckham
when he rubbed salt into the wound?

I didn't tell the whole of Peckham.

Just a few friends.

And Tony.

And some customers.

Anyway, it's my shop.

Stubborn old fool.

Now, you go and make it up to your
daughter. Otherwise, she might become

something worse than a model or a
topless dancer.

What can be worse than that? A resentful
teenager.

If it weren't so early, I couldn't
believe me eyes.

If it weren't so early, I could open
mine.

Why didn't I have to start this early in
the morning?

Well, apart from sneaking past your old
man, Franco Rinelli's given me a special

discount for off -peak hours.

He's sorting you out before his
regulars.

Lee, you did check him out, didn't you?

Well, don't let your dad, Glor. I told
you.

With Tony's grooming and my management,
we're a team.

Come on, Glor, you've got to go for it,
girl. You've really got to go for it. I

mean, look at that figure.

Yeah.

I know.

Tony,

darling.

How about one for luck, then?

I've always wanted to do that.

What about me?

Don't know where your mouth's been.

Well, this is ridiculous.

It doesn't seem to be here.

The trouble with this newspaper is
everything looks the same. I can't find

letter either.

Well, perhaps, Matthew, they don't like
your style.

Or more probably didn't like what I was
saying.

Exactly, sir. Are you sure you're right?

Of course I am.

Being an organized man, I made a
photocopy of the letter before I took it

by hand.

Dear sir, in view of the sizable capital
investment in the channel tunnel and

its affiliated rail links...

I feel it incumbent upon those of us who
reside within the pale years of the

civic redevelopment... Oh,

poor pie.

I'm sorry, but your letter is not in
today's FT.

Oh? No, I'm sorry. I did try.

Well, you know what they say.

No FT.

No comment.

Never mind. I expect it will be in
tomorrow's, eh, Matthew?

Yes. There may be no need tomorrow.

Why, you planning to kick the bucket?

Kindly turn to page eight.

flat for the tunnel.

Yours, Popeye Grant of Peckham. Oh,
right.

How did you manage that?

I wrote it myself and thrown it in last
night.

Well, Popeye, I'm ashamed of you writing
a letter in that newspaper.

The paper that everybody reads but
nobody admits to buying.

Well, my message is for the masses.

Well, nobody I know reads that run.

Oh, boy.

I've just cut you out of me will.

Why, what have I done? Just bought a
copy of that, mate.

Oh, what is?

I didn't buy it. I was selling tickets
in a cab. It was lying on the table.

Wait a minute.

There is a lead -up of a pork pie's
letter.

What? It says, today the voice of the
little man is heard throughout the land.

Pensioner Pork Pie puts it pithily for
Peckham.

Grab this, Whitehall.

The man in them streets say them can't
do that.

English newspapers were the envy of the
world. Now they're a joke. I mean, what

kind of journalist would write, grab
this?

Oh, I wouldn't mind grabbing this.

History? I mean, what kind of man takes
these pictures?

Franco Rinelli, he can't be a proper
photographer.

Franco Rinelli? You know what I mean?
Sort of.

You would, wouldn't you? Excuse me, I've
got to see a man about a dog.

Get nutted, you pervert.

Next time...

brother onto you.

He's got a decent job.

He doesn't try to take your clothes off.

Oh, and here's the other pervert. What,
are you coming stereo now, do you?

I'm really sorry.

Come on, I'll take you home.

But, Gloria, I didn't know. I trusted
you. I put my faith in you and I was

really upset and now you've let me down.

But I came as soon as I could.

Go away and leave me alone.

Oh, come on, babe.

I said I'm sorry.

What more do you want, eh?

I want you to leave me alone.

Officer,

that man's trying to proposition me to
get in his car.

Gloria, you can't.

Oh, would you please arrest him for curb
-calling and sexual harassment?

Listen, mate, I can explain. There's
been a terrible mix -up. I'll tell you

happened. I wasn't doing anything wrong.
Do I look like a pervert? Come on.

Just a minute, man. Hold on.

Yes, yes.

You want to interview me?

On the air?

Super.

What time will you send us a call?

7 p .m.

I'll be here at Desmond's barbershop,
Peckham.

No, I don't live there. No, I'll be
there having my weekly manicure.

Cheers.

Desmond, your celebrity trim and shave,
please.

Man, it's only a radio. Man, I still
want to look good on it.

There's no point putting on eyes and
graces, Popeye. They want you to be

yourself, the common man.

Excuse me.

So, well, what happened to Lee? You
won't be seeing him for a while. For a

while? What's happened to him? The same
thing that should have happened to you.

Oh, no.

Look, I just popped in to say I'm really
sorry. No, I'm sorry. Look, will you do

me a favour?

Yeah, what?

Will you coach me for the exams? I don't
intend to fail again.

Oh, Gloria, we missed you at breakfast.

Are you all right? Yeah, I'm all right,
thank you. Come.

Desmond, haven't you got something to
say to your daughter?

No.

Desmond, I think you want to apologise
to Gloria.

I do?

You do.

Step this way, my little sugarplum.

Where are you going? Somewhere a bit
more private. You humiliated Gloria in

public, so you make it up to her in
public.

Dear Gloria, I am sorry about my
outburst.

I don't know about my outburst.

I do sometimes fly off the handle.

I don't sometimes fly off the handle.

And I have been known to behave like a
perfect idiot.

To behave like a perfect idiot.

It's all right, Dad. You just take after
me.

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