All language subtitles for Desmonds s04e13 The Godmother

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

London City.

We come from the tunnel to live in the
call line. It's nearer my watch, my

coconut tree.

Don't touch my soccer.

The party's over.

Let's keep the music sweet. Wind up your
weight and feel the energy. Don't touch

my soccer.

No. No, no, no.

No, no.

No, no, no.

No.

Desmond.

Desmond, you all right? No, no, leave
me.

No.

Desmond. No.

Desmond, wake up. It's only a dream.

Desmond. What is it?

Ah!

A bad dream?

Yes. Who is it about? Michael.

He was getting married.

And as we went up the aisle to take our
seats, Michael turned around and he

winked at me.

That was a bad dream? Yes, but I was
only part of it.

Then the bride turned around and she was
Michael.

Then the picker turned around and he was
Michael. Then the whole congregation

turned around and they were all Michael.

Then you woke me up and you were Michael
too.

you doing up so early?

What's with the tea?

What did you get in last night? Oh,
don't tell me you haven't been to bed

Ah, you didn't go out last night,
Desmond.

So what did you need of?

Nothing. Look, if sir doesn't want the
room service, I can always take it back,

you know. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Hmm, you just couldn't sleep well, so I
thought I'd bring you early morning tea.

It doesn't have to be Father's Day, you
know.

Isn't our daughter wonderful? Isn't she
lovely, Shirley?

It's too early for the smosh, Dad.

Do you know why she's so beautiful,
Shirley?

Because I look like Mum.

No, because you don't look like Michael.

Every single member of this family
dislikes Michael. Well, maybe it's

Michael dislikes every single member of
this family.

You know why you're dreaming about him?

It's anxiety.

It's funny.

We've always been worried about Michael,
even now.

Why can't we never feel about me and
Sean in the same way? Oh, but we have.

No, but Michael is different.

No, he's not. He's just different.

Why? Well, he's nearly 30.

No steady girlfriend, no promotion. No
grandchildren.

Daddy's no good at that sort of thing.

You don't think he's gay, do you?

He'd be no good at that either, would
he?

Could have happened to Patricia.

Oh, you mean the doctor?

Yeah, she was nice.

Oh, she was beautiful.

She was intelligent.

Yeah, she dumped him.

Sorry, I'm late, darling.

Cardiac onwards.

But, uh, you'll survive.

Which is more than I can say for our
relationship.

What?

Look, we've been seeing each other for
three months, during which we've been

three times. We've been to bed twice.

The first time we both fell asleep, the
second time your people went to bed.

Well, so did yours.

Honey, listen, I think the lesson to be
learned the next time is that... There

won't be a next time.

Well, let's talk about it, shall we?

Don't patronise me. Patricia, I'm not.
I'm not.

But look, we're doctors, we work long
hours, and you knew that coming into

relationship. I know. So what are you
saying?

I'm saying, Derek, that I don't want to
have a relationship with a doctor

anymore. Fine.

So who do you want to have a rela...

Michael.

Why not?

Well, I thought you said he was a dork.

Yes, I know.

And he's boring.

Yes, I know.

And he couldn't excite a nymphomaniac on
a blind date? I didn't say that. Oh,

no, but you implied it.

Well, at least he's steady and reliable
and there when I want him. Right, so

this all boils down to sex, does it? No,
it doesn't. So what is it, then?

That's what it is. We don't even have
time for an argument, let alone a

relationship.

Talk about it later, yes? No, later's
going to be too late, Derek.

Michael Amber's office.

Dr Robeson?

Patricia.

No, I'm afraid he's in a board meeting
at the moment. Can I take a message?

Just a moment, I'll go get a pen and
some paper.

Tell him it's Dr Patricia Robeson here.

She can be assertive sometimes, can't
she?

Bossy, sir.

I'll speak to her. Are you sure?

Oh, look, Michael's just walked in.

Would you like a word?

Hello? Hello, Michael.

I'd love to see you.

Would you?

I'm just across the road.

Can we have an early lunch?

Well, I'm just in the middle of... I'll
take that as a yes.

I'll see you at 12, at the Italian.

I'm meeting her for lunch.

Keep calm, sir.

Isn't she going out with that extremely
handsome doctor called Derek?

Yes, she is.

Yes, you're quite right, Mandy. One must
remain calm.

One must remain in control. Yes, one
must also remember that she ditched you.

Yes. And one must also remember that you
called her a cow, sir.

Did I? Well, if you didn't, sir, you
should have.

Yes.

Yes, Brandy, you're right.

Brandy? Yes, sir?

I'm out to lunch.

Really, sir?

I need a horse.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Matthew, good afternoon. Now, what was
your lecture today?

It's about love.

Shakespeare wrote, love is not love
which alters when its alteration finds

disgust.

Yeah, it keeps you young.

It adds magic to your life. It can get
you into serious trouble.

You talking about where your wife gets
you with hyacinth green?

No, man.

It's love I'm talking about, not lust.

Oh, poor boy. I didn't know you knew the
difference.

Yeah, man.

She was 13.

Her name was Belcy Bradshaw. Her mother
used to run the Bradshaw at the bottom

of Titchfield Hill.

I picked her this lovely bunch of
flowers and she gave me a kiss right

That doesn't sound like serious trouble
to me.

What I didn't tell them is that I picked
the flowers from Miss Burgess's garden.

She see me, she beat me. She tell my
father he beat me and he tell Bessie's

mother she beat me too.

That is serious trouble.

Surely, surely, surely.

Talking about serious trouble.

Beverly, you're a bit early for your
appointment.

You've been talking about me?

Surely I didn't sleep a wink last night.
I just dreaming and dreaming.

There was this fish caught in a net, and
it had on a black tie.

All dressed for dinner, was it?

Yes, ma 'am.

Don't laugh.

The fish look at me as if to say, Help!

And as I reached out to save it, I fell
straight into the water, so I know it

was something to do with Michael.

You arrive at that conclusion.

Now, don't ask.

I had a feeling.

Here we go again.

Shirley, you worried about Michael,
aren't you?

Well, yes.

Desmond had this dream. Shirley. You had
a dream, too?

Shirley and Desmond Ambrose, something
strange is going to happen to your

firstborn. The spirits never lie.

Oh, Lord.

wonderful raga.

Mmm.

Tricia?

I do believe you're embarrassed.

There are people around.

There usually are in restaurants.

Is Michael worried about his image?

Frightened that one of your customers
might see us kissing? Of course not.

Well, come over here and sit next to me.

Otherwise, I'll climb over the table and
sit next to you.

You wouldn't dare.

There. That's better.

Yes. Much better.

Now? Yes, right now.

In this restaurant. Oh, Patricia.

Oh, Michael.

We have so many things in common.

We like the same music.

Yes, we do.

We enjoy the same food.

Yes. We share the same sense of humour.

Do we?

We have to. You don't have one.

Michael, how long have we known each
other?

Um, about two years.

No. Three.

Do you remember our first date?

We ended up having a snowball fight
outside my halls of residence.

You got so soaked that you had to drive
home wearing one of my white coats.

Well, I always fancied myself as a
doctor.

And I always fancied you just as you
were.

But you got so staid. You changed. You
forgot to let yourself go.

And you were afraid to show how much you
really cared for me.

Michael, let's have snowball fights
again.

I mean, let's be reckless.

Throw off your suit and run naked with
me along the beach.

Yes. Let the sea caress our bodies.

Yes, yes.

Passionate love.

Now, I like the sound of that. Let's get
married.

So, in conclusion, we will gladly loan
you the sum of £8 ,000 and we'll discuss

your £10 ,000 overdraft.

At your earliest convenience.

Yours sincerely, et cetera, et cetera.

Are you all right, then?

Manny, what do you think about marriage?

Marriage? Well, depends who to, sir.

Well, me, of course.

Sir!

What is a girl supposed to say?

Well, say something, otherwise we'll be
here all day.

Yes!

I believe in the romance of marriage,
the bonding of one woman and one man,

loyalty. You know I'm loyal, don't you,
sir? Miss Mandy, you're very loyal.

Thank you, sir.

Of course, there isn't much you don't
know about me since we work so

together. And what one doesn't know, one
will have a lifetime to discover.

Discovery is the joy of marriage.

Discovery, loyalty, and bonding. The
bonding of two people, both mentally and

physically. That's what I think about
marriage, sir.

I'm glad I asked.

And when did you intend to name the day,
Michael?

There's no rush. No, no, no. There's all
the time in the world.

And having children can wait, too.

Children? Oh! I think you would make a
wonderful father.

Strong and authoritative, yet gentle and
caring.

And they would be so beautiful.

Yes, they would.

Patricia said exactly the same thing.

Yes.

You're going to marry Patricia?

Well, we've talked about it, but nothing
definite has been decided.

Oh, Shirley, you've performed miracles
to my hair.

Well, she should have done. It's taken
her all day.

Desmond's Coiffures.

If your hair needs quaffing, that
desmonds you laughing.

Oh, it's you.

Surely it's for you.

Yeah, who is it?

Don't tell me, it's my godson.

All right, I won't tell you.

Hello?

Michael, I told you. His mind reached
right down through the phone and grabbed

me.

Oh, then where did he grab you, Beverly?

Don't encourage your poker.

I think it's Desmond who would like to
grab her and throw her out of the show.

Don't tell me you can't make it.

Listen to me, Michael. You just get your
backside over here for dinner tonight.

Is nothing so important that you have to
cancel your mother?

Oh, Patricia!

He wants to bring Patricia.

Patricia?

Patricia! Patricia!

Stop it, woman!

I have a feeling about Patricia.

Bring Patricia?

What do you think that means?

It means he wants to bring Patricia.

I'll tell you what it means. It means
trouble.

It means somebody loves him after all.

I suggested you go home and consult with
your spirits, Beverly.

Or perhaps you had a few spirits over
the top.

Don't mock Desmond.

But Beverly, you don't think this is
fate?

First Desmond dreams about Michael
getting married, and then now Michael is

bringing Patricia over to dinner. You
don't think there might be... They're

coming to dinner?

Yes, I know, pork pie, but you never can
tell.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but
Patricia is not the chosen one.

It is written. Who wrote it?

Back home in Africa, anyone who
prophesies doom is regarded as a witch.

I can't help it if the spirits

talk to me. I don't ask them to. It's a
gift. It's a gift I would send back.

Mock as you may, Desmond, but there will
be no union between the doctor

and my godson.

Now, Mellie, what's this all about?

You don't know?

Ah -ha!

I see the game you're playing.

You do? Yes, it's called Play With
Mandy.

Play with her emotions.

You've led me on, haven't you, Michael?

Everything you've ever said to me in
this office has always been sexually

loaded. It has? Say to you again.

I've seen the way you undress me with
your eyes, the way you stand close to me

when you're dictating.

You've used me like an executive toy.

your hands on me, haven't you? No.

Oh. Ah, but that's part of your game.
And the game's up, Michael Ambrose,

because I'm going to sue you for sexual
harassment.

What? Look, Mandy, pull yourself
together.

Yes, you're right. Why am I behaving
like this? Why has an intelligent,

sophisticated woman like myself been
reduced to a snivelling little idiot

someone as irrelevant as you?

Listen, Mandy. Shut up! I mean,

this is clichéd stuff.

But... Falls for secretary.

But I haven't fallen. Yes, you have. And
the one thing I have no intention of

being is a cliché.

Good evening, Patricia.

Hello, Mandy.

Patricia. Oh, wonderful to see you.

Oh, Michael.

Michael, Mandy's here. Oh, I'm not
embarrassed. Doesn't embarrass me at

Please carry on.

Well, I mean, will I pass?

You look wonderful, darling.

I do say love is blind.

Congratulations on your imminent
marriage.

Imminent?

Has he been jumping the gun? You mean
you're not engaged?

Well, if we're not engaged, we're
definitely busy.

Oh, good.

Well, look, better get back to the shop.
I've got to do Father's books before

suppertime.

So, see you tomorrow, Mandy? But of
course, sir.

Right, well, come on, Michael.

Let's get this dinner over with so we
can go home for our own party.

Michael Ambrose office?

Dr Robeson?

No, she's just left with Mr Ambrose.

Well, I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to give
away home addresses, but can I see who

called?

Look, as you say it's urgent, they've
gone to Desmond's barbershop in Peckham.

You're welcome. Bye -bye.

Derek.

Remember, no mention of the word
marriage.

But you've already mentioned it.

You know exactly what I mean.

What I would like... And as for you two,
you can stay long enough to say hello,

say goodbye, and go.

Why, she's a good -looking woman that...
Patricia, she can examine me any time.

Okay.

She's a doctor of medicine, not
archaeology.

Now, Patricia has always found me far
more stimulating.

Matthew, that's my future daughter -in
-law you're talking about.

Oi, Mommy, don't think she's pregnant to
you.

That is exactly the kind of thing I do
not want to hear this evening.

All right, Shirley, we'll be on our best
behavior.

Dead reach yet?

Beverly, get out.

Don't worry, I only come back for
Cotbert's red mullet. I'll leave it in

fridge. And to warn Michael.

Don't start that again.

I can see in the future.

How strange, so can I. You can make
predictions?

Oh, yes.

I predict Beverly will leave this shop
with a little help from my foot.

Hello,

Patricia.

What a pleasant surprise.

Don't sound so surprised, Mother. You
knew she was coming.

Yes, well, it's still nice to see her.
May I?

Oh, welcome back, Patricia.

Father, please.

I would like to welcome the future
Mrs... Oh, wait!

Sit down and shut up.

Hello, Patricia.

Remember me?

I'm Beverly, Michael's godmother. Yes,
well, how could I forget you?

How's the back? Oh, still playing me up.
And the arthritis?

Still gnawing at me bones and the
indigestion.

Don't mention the gas.

Sometimes I feel so blotted, I feel as
if I've gone burst.

We mustn't grumble, must we?

Well, it's never stopped her before.

Aye, Patricia, it's all right. Beverly's
not staying long.

Well, it's a pity none of you can stay
for dinner.

I can stay.

But, proper, we can also go.

Bye -bye. Oh, yes.

Derek.

Patricia.

Derek. Yes, sir. Michael.

Oh, Desmond.

Gloria,

Popeye, Matthew.

And Beverly.

Now that we've all got to know each
other, will somebody tell me who Derek

Patricia, how could you? Derek, please
don't create a scene. After all the

things you said about him, how can you
go back to this dork, Michael? Dork?

Could we just...

this in an adult manner. What? Listen, I
don't want to be adult about this. I'm

too emotional to be objective. Listen, I
do not care who hears what I have to

say to you. Derek, can you please just
keep your voice down? Excuse me, I think

I've had enough of this. With respect,
um, Michael?

Will you butt out?

Dear, I'm an idiot between Patricia and
me. It's got absolutely nothing to do

with you. Well, actually, I think it's
got a lot to do with me.

God, am I cunt.

never worked between us. I mean, we
tried.

It just wasn't to be. No, you tried with
Michael, but you got bored.

You never gave our relationship a
chance.

Look, I know we've only been out
together three times, okay?

But I didn't realize until today just
how much I need you.

Look, I don't even know what I'm doing
here.

But I had to let you know how much you
mean to me.

Come on, let's just try and make time
yet

Give

me one more chance

I love you

Well, you know where to find me.

Better still, bleep.

Um... If I were him, I'd like to think
he'd give me another chance, too.

I'm sorry, everyone.

Listen, um... If it doesn't work out
between the two of you, we know where to

find them.

Or better still, ring them on my bar.

Oh,

my God.

I never thought I'd ever... I say this,
I do this, but... Well, you're all

right. Well, he's more than that.

He's an Ambrose.