All language subtitles for Desmonds s06e06 Planning Permission

From the long, long way 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 live near London. I want my

free.

Let's keep the music sweet and wind up
the way.

How do you do, Desmond?

Ah, Cleveland.

Cleveland Davis.

Everybody, this is Cleveland.

Cleveland Davis.

Hello, Cleveland.

Cleveland Davis.

How do you do, all?

I recognize that accent.

Well, you're better than most English
people, because they usually think that

all sound the same and come from
Jamaica.

No, no, that's not a Jamaican accent,
that, Mr. Davis. I'm not that stupid.

You're from Somerset, aren't you?

Uncle Bertie from Somerset. He made the
most amazing scrumpy.

Boy, what are you talking about?

I'm not from North Somerset. I'm a
Bajan. Where is that? Somewhere in

The man from Barbados, that's why he
sounds like that. Just like me, Desmond

Shirley sound like we come from Guyana.
Vince sounds like he comes from Jamaica.

And Mr. Man of the Bakers, well, he
sounds like he comes from the bush.

People must have commented on his accent
before.

Yeah, right.

People who don't have an ounce of sense.

Still, just for breathing, these
buildings are very, very touchy.

Neiman is an architect. He used to work
for the council.

He's going to turn my dream land into my
dream home.

So you're finally going to build on that
land in Diana?

Shh, not so loud, Popeye. It's supposed
to be a secret from Shirley.

You're going without Shirley?

Of course I'm not going without Shirley.
She thinks I'm bringing in somebody in

to redesign the shop.

Oh, that's not a bad idea.

Something good is not a word to anybody,
and that goes for all of you.

Never thought I'd see the day. You know,
he's been talking about building his

retirement home on that plot of land
ever since we were at school, and I used

walk home and caught him at Penny
Thompson. All right, all right, Pope. I

everybody get the picture.

Not this. I don't quite get the picture.
Did you, Penny?

Don't worry.

It's all here in my memoirs. This is my
plot of land,

handed down to me by my great
-granddaddy Ambrose. I hope it inspires

as much as it inspires me.

Die is it?

What do you mean, die is it?

But what happened to the big plot of
land that's supposed to run on for acres

upon acres upon acres?

This one stops after the first acres.

Don't you see this picture was taken 30
years ago?

Right, take some notes.

I want it not too big, not too small,
not too high, not too low, not too deep,

not too shallow. What are you planning
to make it from?

Elastic?

As long as the check don't bounce, I'm
not sinking for five.

Now, I want the best timber money can
buy.

Not too dear, not too cheap, not too
hard, not too soft, not... Michael,

and Jenny have cancelled dinner, so
we've got a window for Friday.

Well, as long as the window's got good
table manners, I don't mind. Michael,

we're supposed to be talking about our
social diary.

Well, you can pencil me in any time.
Believe me, it's got to the Penn stage.

Even better.

All right.

OK, people we don't owe but ought to.

Top financial directors, that would be
good for my career.

City high flyers for my climb ever
upwards.

No. Gloria and Alex.

What about little sister and her
boyfriend? They've been very good to us

our engagement.

True. That painting of Alex's they gave
us must be worth a few bob.

You're all heart.

Anyway, that's decided. Give him a call.

Oh, come on. Can't you do it? I mean,
you're the one who's been saying you're

getting on well with him recently.

Please.

All right.

I know.

Let's pretend I'm Deborah Carr in From
Here to Eternity.

What, is this what adults do when
they've grown out of playing doctors and

nurses? Oh, come on. I'm Deborah Carr
and you're Burt Lancaster in that

beach scene.

Oh, this is childish, Glor.

Look, can't I be Wesley Snipes in New
Jack City?

Wouldn't I be play -acting if you was
Wesley Snipes?

No. You're Burt Lancaster and we're on
the beach.

and I've got my lovely cosy on, and
you've got your trunks pulled up to your

belly button.

And the tide is washing over me, making
me look absolutely stunning.

No, no, no, I've got it, I've got it. I
want to be Mario Van Peebles in the

posse.

Kiss me like you've never kissed me
before.

Don't worry, the other machine's on.

What other machine?

One unkissed Deborah Carr, can I help
you?

Hello, Gloria.

Michael.

Michael?

Michael who?

Michael Ambrose, your big brother. Who
do you think it is?

Keep your hair on. How was I supposed to
make with you? All you bankers sound

the same.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Thanks.

How are you?

Fine.

Fine.

I suppose you and Alex would like to
come over for dinner on Friday, would

We'd love to.

8 .30, OK? Fine.

Bye.

That's my big brother.

You know, I always said he was all
right, as long as we're not in the same

How'd he do, all?

How do you manage to come in his shop
whenever Shirley's out?

Call it architect's intuition.

And if you stand across the street where
that car is always parked, you can

sometimes see through the blinds.

Why, devious, eh?

Mr. Davis, I took the liberty of
browsing through our college library,

came across some rather interesting
books on architecture.

May I suggest, when you come to design
in Desmond's home, that you refer to the

19th century architect, Monsieur
Stevens?

Now, if you're not familiar with his
work... Excuse me!

But are you paying for Mr. Ambrose's
house?

No. Then keep yourself quiet.

Monsieur Stephen's mighty square.

These vehicles are definitely very
touching.

Hey, you should have sent one of those
gaffs in through the keyhole.

Surely.

This is the architect who was telling
you about.

Cleveland. How do you do, ma 'am? And
before you say anything, I'm Beijing.

And I'm Shirley.

I can't wait to see what ideas you've
had for the shop.

No, you don't want to say so. Why not?

Oh, they're really boring.

Absolutely boring.

Boringly boring.

Yes, they're architectural drawings, all
spigots and curves and circles.

Those are generally the best kinds.

No, no, it's all very technical, Mrs.
Ambrose.

Try me.

That's funny.

That looks like a veranda.

A veranda? In Peckham?

No, it's outside the haircutting area.

It was Desmond's idea.

Yes, outside the haircuts in the summer.

Well, it's just a thought, just a
thought.

Now that it remains just a thought, what
is this lift doing running up the side

of the building?

Yes, what is this lift doing?

Looks like it's carrying passengers.

All those years of working for the
council.

I'm a tower block man.

Wish your Steve has never had these
problems.

The view from outside doesn't look like
our shop.

It looks more like one of those colonial
stately houses we have back home.

Get out of that one, Houdini.

Cleveland can explain, can't you,
Cleveland?

This is for Monsieur Stephens, ain't it?
You little boy, I tell you something.

These drawings are for Monsieur
Stephens?

That's right.

Monsieur Stephens.

Another client of mine. These are the
wrong drawings.

The wrong drawings, of course.

How silly you.

Then you must come back and show us the
right ones.

Ah, so glad I caught you both. Somebody
building something.

Yes, don't listen to your father.

We're having the shop redesigned.

Redesigned in the shop?

Father, you do remember I own 50 % of
this business.

Do you do 50 % of the haircut? That's
not the point. Then shut up. Father, you

can't just redesign the... Business
meeting.

You know, we've always said that we'd go
back home and build our dream house

when I retire.

Yes, but what's that got to do with you?
Well, I'm approaching retirement age,

you stupid boy.

And England...

He's drawing up the plan because he's so
proud of your mother.

Ah, you do have a heart, Father.

Pity I didn't pass one on to you.

Well, put like that, redesign in the
shop is an excellent idea.

Anyway, look, I must love you and leave
you. Can't you just leave us?

Ah, I almost forgot.

Could you come over for dinner on Friday
night?

I'll have to check my diary. Not you.

Good.

And, Father, you can unveil the new
plans after dinner.

Yes.

I'll try and have them ready. I
recognise that accent. You're from

aren't you?

Alex, you're the artist.

Tell me what you think of the latest
Modigliani exhibition.

Well, I found it... Well, how can I put
it?

Probably the same as you.

How did you find it?

Well, I thought his view of African
ethnographical sculpture.

and how he conjures up silhouette, form
and volume most exhilarating.

That's exactly what I thought.

I read all that opinionated garbage in
the magazine. I was just dying to try it

out on you.

Oh, come on, man. I bet Alex that you
was behind that phone call I got from

Michael. Now, who's right?

Well, let's just say that Michael does
have his own mind, you know. Oh.

Only, once in a while, I have to change
these batteries.

So, I'm the assistant.

What I intend doing is to tell my main
man Cleveland back to Guyana to see

firsthand the land where I plan to build
the house.

So, I want you to loan me a loan.

I'll do it, Father.

Not because it makes brilliant business,
but because that's what you and Mother

have always dreamt of.

That's very magnanimous of you, sir.

And besides, you can put your share of
the business up as collateral should the

venture collapse. Yes.

Well, since it looks like no -one's
going to say anything, I will.

Mm. God and mother.

God and mother.

I... Well, we have learned for this day.

Now, there was a time when sitting down
together like this and really enjoying

ourselves would have been, well, an
impossibility.

Desmond arguing with Michael, Gloria
arguing with Michael.

Note the common denominator.

Sir, I just would like to drink a toast
to the new Ambrose family.

The new Ambrose family.

Well, it's been 30 -odd years since we
came to this country, and we've always

said that as soon as the children can
stand on their own two feet, we'll go

home. Now, Michael has been standing on
my feet for years.

So, Shirley, instead of redesigning the
shop, I've been working on something

special for you.

This is the architect's impression of
our dream house back home.

Oh, I see.

You've decided.

That we're going to hop and leave our
shop using our money to build your dream

home. Oh, surely.

Well, I hope you will be very happy,
Desmond Ambrose, in your nice big house

Guyana. Because you know what?

You're going there on your own.

Does anybody know why Desmond and
Shirley are vexed with each other?

Ben? Me?

As long as they pay me a wee time, I
don't care who vexed me.

You're never satisfied with a play, yes
or no, are you, Vince?

Ricky, I haven't got a clue.

I should have felt the atmosphere over
breakfast.

It's that bad I had to get me inhaler
out.

I didn't know you had asthma.

I don't.

It's got to be serious.

I mean, what is used to Desmond's
vexations for Shelley?

Just look at him.

When last you we say?

Yes, but look at him.

Look, keep your head still, the man.

Yes, ma 'am. You can't manhandle the man
like that.

You seriously feel that?

I feel it. Well, come out the shop.

You come out the shop as well.

Oh, you laughing at out of the shop.

food in his belly for the last 30 years.
It's not as if he'll be needing them in

Guyana. Desmond, Shirley, how was dinner
at Michael's last night?

Let me try.

Desmond, did you show Shirley the plans
for redesigning the shop?

Redesigning the shop, my back foot.

If I ever mention the words build,
dream, and home in the same breath, kick

We could market this as a new game show.
We could call it Guess Why Them Vex,

the show that put the hard -bucking
arguments.

Howdy -do, all.

You better know that this is not howdy
-do time.

Oh.

Why is the man winking at me for?

Desmond, I brought over the new plans
for redesigning the shop.

Something wrong with you, eh?

No, I said I brought over the plans
for... Don't start that stupidness

She knows about the house back home.

Yes. I've seen your latest drawings,
Cleveland.

And I think you did an excellent job.

You do?

In fact, is that them there?

Can I have a little piece? Just tell me
what you think about a few minor

alterations.

Now, which one would be our bedroom?

That one over there. By the leaf.

What? That one there?

That's a very small room.

Could give us a little bit more space.

Now, which is my kitchen?

I say my because I can't see Desmond
changing the habits of a lifetime and

actually using it.

Waiter.

That is it right there.

Lovely. Lovely.

Now we got air conditioning too.

Well, I think I better just pack up and
go. The only pack up and going you doing

is with your suitcase with your airline
tickets back to Guyana to examine my

land. And while you're at it, you might
as well put back the kitchen in the

bedroom where they were.

You're deaf.

I ain't going anywhere.

Who talking about you? With a house that
size back in the yard, I'm sure I can

find somebody to fill the holes you left
in the kitchen and the bedroom.

Mother. You expecting burglar?

It really is not what it used to be.

Is everything all right, Mother? Yeah.

Well, it's just that it's 10 .30 and
you're miles away from Peckham.

Ah, there's this thing between you and
Father, isn't it?

No.

But since you ask...

right has he got? Making big decisions
on my behalf.

I think he just meant it as a nice
surprise. No, Michael.

Flowers are a nice surprise.

Putting the dinner on once in a blue
moon is even nicer.

Look, he was just preparing things for
when you go back to Guyana.

That's just it.

We're not ready to go back.

What are we going to live off?

Rum?

Let me take that back. Desmond can live
off rum.

Look, Mother, the two of you aren't
getting any younger.

You've got to start planning for the
future.

I think that's what Father was trying to
do.

But you think he would at least sit down
and talk it over with me?

Yes, but, Mother, that's exactly what
you're not doing.

Talking it over with Father.

You know, I don't understand women.

Nor me.

What do you know about women?

Well... I'm a man, aren't I? No, you're
a boy.

Ricky, Dad's philosophy is that anyone
living in this house shorter than he is,

he treats like a boy.

Surely he's shorter than Desmond.

Yeah, and he don't treat her like a boy.

No, but he treats her like a child.

Look, boy.

See? When you start treating this place
like a hotel, you can tell me how to run

my life. Or run your wife.

I mean, what does this place cover to
when a man can't build his own dream

and his wife says she don't want to live
in it?

The same thing happened to me, you know.

I said to my wife, come, come with me to
England.

She said, okay, just give me time to
pack.

So what happened?

You lose her in transit?

No. I realized on the way to the airport
that she had no intention of coming

with me.

She hadn't defrosted the deep freezer.

So I knew she was calling my bluff.

So what you're saying is Shirley will
come after all, but this is just a test

our relationship.

No. I was just telling a story about my
wife.

That does not help me.

The point is, shall I stay, never to
spend the rest of my days in my beloved

land, or shall I go, never to set eyes
on my beloved Shirley ever again? Easy,

Dad, hold it down.

Leave him alone, man, it's a big
decision.

Probably his biggest yet.

Oh, what, second to should we keep
Michael or have him adopted?

Is that the time?

What the time?

Is that the time? Oh, is that the time?

Sorry,

I forgot I lived here.

That's one way of clearing the place.

Maybe you should use it at closing time.

Shirley?

Yeah?

Surely. You know, I thought this would
be like on TV.

I say your name, same time you say my
name.

You say you go first, I say no, you go
first.

You say I'm sorry, and I say no, I'm
sorry.

And then we kiss and make up.

But we're not that corny.

Surely let's kiss and make up.

Why not?

We've certainly talked over our problem,
haven't we?

Look, I'm sorry I steamrolled the
business with the house and everything,

was just that... Man, let's start
afresh.

That would be nice.

We can both go upstairs.

That'll be nice.

I can make you a cup of cocoa.

That'll be really nice.

And then we can both decide how we want
to build our house back home.

Well, you always have to talk about back
home. This is home.

You know what I mean. I do not want to
go back to Guyana to live.

There. I said it.

We haven't been back now for 35 years.

35 years. That's more than half my life
spent over here.

You mean I've been talking all these
years about going back home and you had

intention of following me?

Of course I did in the early days when
the children were young so that our

parents can hold their grandchildren.

But by the time our parents died, it was
all too late.

We were settled.

I couldn't tell you then.

Well, you could tell me now.

But back then it was just a dream.

It was a long way off.

No. Look, that's not good enough,
Shirley Ambrose. For 30 odd years, you

tuck my dream behind that mirror. Now
you tell me you ain't coming back?

We don't need to go back, Desmond. We
should be going forward.

Oh, man.

Come with me.

Let's go to the sun.

Anything you want. We could have his and
her matching hammocks.

I can't.

I can't, Desmond.

I... I can't.

Even begin to imagine what it would be
like not to see your children settled

watch your grandchildren grow.

So this is what it comes to?

This is what you want?

I'm not forcing you to tear up your
drawings, you know.

Good. Because I still got my dream.

And as soon as I retire, I gone.

Well, I hope it doesn't come to that.

Because I'm staying right here.