All language subtitles for Desmonds s03e05 Relative Strangers

From the long walk night to the 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 the rough, I want my

tree.

Let's keep the music sweet, wind up your
waist and feel the edge.

What's it for this time? Oh, well, I
need money for the summer school trip.

Well, haven't I paid that?

Well, yeah, but this is for the funds to
help those that can't pay. Well, if I

knew there was a fund, I wouldn't have
paid in the first place.

More?

Don't worry, Sean. I'll give you some.

That's my money.

Our money.

It's in a good cause, Desmond. Yes, it
will cause Desmond to go broke.

Thanks. Later, Pop.

That just about sums up, kids. What you
on about?

You spend all your money on them and
then they leave.

But they're an investment for the
future.

What do I want to invest for? I'll be
dead.

That will do me.

Good morning, everyone.

Oh, shut up, Matthew.

I hate people who are cheerful in the
morning.

Hey, what's wrong, Popeye? The world,
Shirley.

That bad?

I mean, a man worked hard all his life,
retires and can't make ends meet. And

then you got an African student who's
never worked a day. Well, I resent that

remark. Good, because I'll repeat it.

Who's never worked a day in his life,
beaming from ear to ear and living the

life of Riley.

I mean, something's got to be wrong.

How much is your bill?

It's the phone bill.

I mean... How can they charge me 20
pounds?

I have made one call on my phone in the
last quarter.

I know. You made them all on mine.
That's right.

They're charging me 17 pounds for
standing charge.

That means I'm paying 17 pounds just to
stand and look at it.

Listen, Popeye, I know you're a proud
man, and you wouldn't accept it if we

offered you the money. Who say?

I say.

So I think today we should bring you out
of retirement and you can be our skivvy

for the day. I like the sound of that.
So do I.

What do you want me to do?

Well, for a start, you can see to the
needs of this client. Ask her if she

any tea or toast whilst I finish off my
customer.

Would madam like to be seated?

Would madam like some tea or coffee and
a toast? Oh, yes, please. Ah, shut up.

No, thanks.

What would madam like?

I'd like my father to recognize me.

What?

I want to know the man who called me
Denise, Charlotte, Bronte, Christina,

Selena, Cassandra, Grant.

Denise, I didn't recognize you. I mean,
you've grown.

You saw the last time you...

Matthew, this is my daughter, Denise.

Denise. Hello, Shirley.

How are you? How's your mother?

Hello, Desmond. I don't believe this.

Hi. Hello.

My name is Matthew, and it's a great
privilege to meet you.

So where did you... How did you... What
did you... Talk to me, Starks?

You still remember that silly nickname?

Dad used to call me Starks when I was a
kid.

Because I used to run around with no
clothes on.

So when did you arrive in London?

About three weeks ago. Three weeks?

And it's only now you decide to come and
visit me?

Well, it hasn't been easy for me coming
to see my father when I haven't seen him

for 20 years.

I wasn't the cause of that.

It was that woman who dragged you away
to Canada.

You know where to find us if you wanted
to, and you never bothered.

So before you start slamming Mom, you
better examine yourself first.

All right.

A man make one mistake.

One? All right, two.

How about...

Don't be cheeky, Stockton. I can still
put you over my knee and give you six...

Dad, I'm a 24 -year -old medical
student, not a four -year -old brat.

Medicine!

You hear that, Desmond?

My little Stockton's a medical student.

Stockton! My name's Denise.

Okay, Denise.

Tell this African student what my little
girl is studying.

Congratulations,

Denise. Sit down. Thank you.

So, how long is the course?

Well, next year I'll become a junior
doctor.

Doctor?

You hear that, Desmond?

I've still got a way to go, but I'll get
there in the end. Sure you will, my

little star.

Now, have you seen the site yet?

Well, I haven't really had a chance.

You see, I'm also here to do a bit of
research, so I've been buried in a

library. But I'm game. Yes.

You want somebody to take you around?

Oh, what about you, Dad?

Me? You see...

I just got this job for a few days. It
is a new job. I have to work the

Oh.

Well, that's a shame. Yes, it is. But
you need somebody your own age to show

around.

Desmond's son, Michael, will be more
than willing.

He will?

Of course.

Yes. Of course he will.

Tell me, where are you staying?

At the Strand Palace.

You see that, Matthew?

In Canada, it pays to be a student.

The company paying for the research is
picking up the tab.

So I'll get you to meet up with Michael
tomorrow, and I'll catch up with you in

the evening.

What are you doing tonight, Dad?

Tonight?

I've got things, you know. I mean, you
see, I didn't know you were... It's

I'm busy, too.

So I'll see you tomorrow night.

Yes.

Bye -bye, everybody.

Bye -bye.

Bye, Denise.

That's my little girl.

Why did she have to come now?

I ain't got no money.

That's why I had to lie to her.

But, pork pie, we can lend you the
money.

You can't keep bailing me out.

This is my mess, and only I can clean it
up.

Why don't you tell her the truth?

The truth can't buy you anything.

And Michael can't. Well, at least he can
pay his way.

Well, he might say no.

You know what he's like.

You better give him a ring.

Now, if I have to ask him a favor, I
will see him

personally.

Come in.

Thank you, Mandy.

What is it, Mandy?

Mr. Parkinson wanted these reports back.

You'll have to wait. You'll have to
wait.

Mandy, are you trying to get rid of your
dandruff or rehearse them for a shampoo

commercial?

I'm sorry, Mandy.

It's quite all right, sir.

These quarterly figures are giving me
grief.

Do you look different?

Do I?

Yes. So you're here, isn't it?

Is it?

Maybe not. Give us a clue.

Yes, I've had my hair done.

See, I told you it was your hair.

Did you try anything special?

Yes, me.

Right.

You haven't said whether you like it or
not yet.

Well, it's different.

It's supposed to be different. That's
why I got it done.

Anyway, Philip liked it. Philip?

Philip Parkinson.

And for your information, he's taking me
out tomorrow.

I think he's...

You and Philip?

Philip is a Neanderthal man with a tie.

You deserve someone a bit better.

Oh? Who?

Like, uh, someone suave, sophisticated,
good -looking, enigmatic.

Well, someone as interesting as that
wouldn't work in a bank.

Come in.

Michael!

What are you doing?

I come to beg your favor.

Oh, Pike, get up and stop being so
pathetic.

Pathetic! Who are you calling pathetic?

I knew you before you even learnt that
word.

That'll be all. Thank you, Mandy.

Mandy? Yes, sir?

Where is he taking you tomorrow?

Charlie's Wine Bar.

Cheapskate.

Michael, son of Desmond, my best
friend's son.

Boy, that's a nice suit you're wearing.

Is it new?

I've had it a year.

Quality always lasts.

What do you want, Porkpie?

You see, I haven't asked you anything
yet, and already you're looking down at

me. Porkpie, you came in on your hands
and knees. Now get on with it. You see,

now you're impatient.

Young people are always impatient.

No time for their elders.

Porkpie, this is a bank. I'm an
assistant manager. I've got a lot of

and you came without an appointment.

Temper, temper.

Future bank manager's not supposed to
lose their rag. Porkpie!

All right.

I'll be gone with my bill.

You see, they all came at once. Gas,
electricity, water, telephone, poll tax,

everything.

And now my daughter, Dennis, came from
Canada.

I blame it on her mother.

I always had bad timing.

Bad timing when she caught me with
another woman.

Bad timing that Dennis is here now.

I need you, Michael.

To do what?

To take her out, of course, as I see
him.

I mean, I know it's short notice, but...
How short is the notice?

Tomorrow. Okay.

Okay? Yes, yes. Thank you, Mike. Thank
you.

Thank you. Get off.

Is there anything you... No, no, no.

Don't thank me.

I just hope she's good looking. Of
course she is.

Hey, you.

Keep your hands off, you hear?

I'm asking you to take her sightseeing
to see the sights of London, not the

inside of your flat.

It's a lot smaller than I imagined.

Well, it was built to cruise around the
Caribbean. I know.

It's just that romantic image.

Great white sails flying through mighty
seas.

Mark would love... Who's Mark?

My boyfriend.

I miss him already.

He was going to come, but it would have
been too much of a distraction, if you

know what I mean.

Mark and I have been dating since we
were kids.

He lives in the house next door.

He's an African history major.

We've often talked about going back to
our ancestors, he and I.

But A, I'm not sure if they'd have us.
And B, I think he'd miss French fries

quarter pounders too much.

Hello?

Oh, bye.

What am I doing with your daughter?

Well, um, I think she'd better answer
that.

Hello, Dad?

Yeah, where'd the cutty stock?

Michael's really cute.

Well, no, I don't mean it like that.

It's just an expression.

Look, Dad, I know you want to look after
me, but I'm a grown woman, and I can

look after myself.

Bye.

How do you switch this thing off?

I haven't seen the guy in 20 years, and
all of a sudden he becomes concerned.

Hello, pork pie.

Well, we're on our way to Soho, where I
thought I'd take Denise to a couple of

strip clubs. And then I'll go pick up
that one by two friends of mine from

Bangkok.

Where are they?

And you shouldn't have let her go off
with your son.

Wait a minute, Popeye. You don't think
you might be jumping to conclusions?

If that son of yours has laid a finger
on my little daughter, I'll have him for

child molesting.

But, Popeye, she's 24.

So, he's older than her.

My child might be all sorts of things,
but I don't think... Think?

Who asked you to think?

You're just a hairdresser.

Hairdressers dress. They don't think.

Popeye, you are in my barbershop, a
place you've treated like your second

for years.

And you insult my profession.

That's what you call it?

Popeye, I think you've gone too far.
Shut up. You shouldn't worry about how

I go. It's how far your son goes I'm
worried about.

Well, pretty far by the looks of things.
They've been gone for two days.

That's far enough.

I've been waiting to take my daughter
out, but instead she's too busy

gallivanting around London with your
son.

Who was the one who begged my... found
to take her out in the first place.

I didn't beg him. He was only too
willing.

I don't blame him because she's a good
catch.

She's going to be a doctor.

Your son is only a bank clerk.

My son is an assistant bank manager.

Your daughter is only going to be a
doctor. And she may never make it. And

she's inherited your brains, she never
will.

So it's an argument you want.

All right, if that's what you want, I'll
give you one. All right, all right.

Now, now, now.

Right, Popeye, you vindictive, pompous,
small -minded, jumped -up little tyrant.

Don't you dare come in my shop and
unduly belittle my son, the same

bank manager who came to your assistance
when you needed it most.

Uh -oh.

So your daughter prefers my son's
company at present. So until they come

speak for themselves, you just put your
backside on that seat, I tell you.

That's what I was going to say, sir.

Starks, where have you been?

Dad, you rang Michael every half hour to
find that out.

He drove us nuts.

And then we had to switch the phone off
because you were stopping us from

enjoying ourselves.

So, you were enjoying yourselves.

Yeah? Did he want the two?

Michael, I want a... Denise.

Can I speak to you for a minute, please?
Yeah.

Upstairs. Sure.

What is this good time you had with
Popeye's daughter?

Good time?

Well, did you have a good time or did
you have a, um... Good time?

As far as I took Denise sightseeing, if
that's what you call a good time, then

it was.

Michael, you didn't.

You didn't. Listen, Michael, if I
hear...

Gentlemen, please.

Look, I have no intentions towards
Denise apart from taking her

tedious task which I've performed to the
best of my ability.

And in fact, if you must know, pork pan,
I hope I don't offend you. Don't worry.

You can offend him.

She was hard work.

All she wanted to do was talk about her
boyfriend who couldn't decide between

going back to Africa or quarter pounder
with chips.

Well, Africa has been compared with many
things, but the quarter pounder with

chips, that takes the biscuit.

Okay,

let's reach a compromise.

Denise will tell you how the story ends,
and you go to your room.

Okay,

then let's reach another compromise. You
turn the sound down a bit.

And we can talk over there.

I know what you're going to say,
Shirley.

All right.

Why haven't you been giving him more of
your time?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm afraid that...

If I knock down the barriers that are
built up over these years, I might be

saddled with him for the rest of my
life.

That's a bit heartless.

Well, what would you do?

I have to be practical.

Yes, well, I suppose the gap's not just
20 years. It's 10 ,000 miles as well.

And I defy anyone to build a bridge that
long.

Listen, Denise.

Pork pie is one of our family now.

It's our responsibility.

So don't be scared.

Give him a squeeze.

Before it's too late.

Shirley, what's he really like?

Oh, he's funny, moody, opinionated.

What, who's that?

No, poor father.

Thoughtful. He's generous, great with
the kids.

You sure you're talking about Popeye?

Sean.

I'm only joking, man. He's all right,
your old man, you know. He's safe.

Safe?

Well, the place wouldn't be the same
without Uncle Popeye.

Shame he looks such a mess, though.

Where is she?

Where have you... Where have you been,
Denise?

Out with Michael again?

No, I haven't.

I had to wait ages for a bus.

And then when one finally came... I told
you I would have picked you up from the

hotel. Okay, just drop it, eh, Dad?

You look great, Dad.

Well, it's really nice to see you.

Is that it?

You're going to look at me all night?

Why not?

Because you're not going to get away
that easy.

I don't want an argument, Denise.

Neither do I.

I just want to know a bit about you.

What bit do you want to know?

Well, why I haven't seen you in all
these years, for starters.

Because she stopped access.

Because she didn't want me to see you
again.

That I would take you away.

But it was he that took you away to the
other side of the world, to Canada. No

forwarding address, nothing.

It was like losing both of your legs
overnight.

Our friends knew where you were, but
they wouldn't tell me.

And then I know I should have come when
I did find out.

But I always found some excuse, like
maybe I shouldn't come over.

Because it might be too painful.

I know, Dad.

In my pocket.

So that's where I get my common sense
from.

Maybe.

Would you like something to eat?

Dad, would you mind if we ate someplace
else?

I can't stand burgers.

But you always liked them.

Well, not these days.

These days, Mark is passionate for them.

Who's Mark?

He's my boyfriend.

Is he a doctor?

A surgeon?

No, he's a history student.

Ah, he's a man.

Who specializes in the past?

But what about the future? Do I hear the
sound of wedding bells?

Maybe. But we got to graduate first.

I think he wants to be a lecturer.

A lecturer!

He wants to teach people how to teach.

Wonderful. How long have you known him?

Oh, we've been living together for
about... What?

Living together?

Dad, don't.

In the same... Hearing the same... Under
the same...

Dad, you have to let go.

Build a new me instead of mourning the
old one.

I've grown up.

Don't cheer up.

You're right.

We must cheer up.

And I know what will cheer you up, what
you always liked.

Waiter! Two large knickerbocker glories,
please.

Hundreds and thousands.

I think I'd prefer a large scotch.

Ah, well, Michael, if takings continue
like they did today, I'll be able to

build me a house back home by the year
2000 instead of the year 3000.

My papa, she's been gone three days.

There's nothing going that bad in me.
She'll come in.

Now, I miss her. I wouldn't have missed
her if she hadn't have come.

But you must be glad that she did.

Does this face look glad to you?

Well, you don't look no different to me.

Here you are, Popeye.

Here's something that'll cheer you up.

Oh, come on, Uncle Popeye.

You're still our favourite uncle.

Yeah, man.

Well, you're our only uncle, so... Uncle
Popeye, my friend, here are your wages.

Now you're talking.

Just a minute.

What you doing?

Well, this is what he calls, you know,
Michael's portable phone.

They cost a fortune.