All language subtitles for Brush Strokes s01e12.eng

Because of you, these things I do.

Because of you.

Because of you.

Oh, oh.

Oh, yeah.

Good morning, Angel.

Huh. A cup of tea?

No. Thank you.

Oh, now, look, it wasn't my fault your
mother walked out.

I don't care whose fault it was. All I
do know is that neither of you thought

about me.

I never wanted you to come from a broken
home. Nor a pigsty, presumably.

Well, she'd got on top of me.

We didn't get on top of Mummy.

No, Mummy was a woman.

Housework came naturally to her.

But it has occurred to me, perhaps, if
you were to... Gibby, is that the word?

No. Just help out a bit. I mean, it's
not as though you've got to go to work,

it? Oh, I see. You'd like me to cancel
my entire social life, is that it?

Course not, Angel.

It's pear to the bone as it is.

I have to clean my own room, make my own
bed, iron my own clothes.

Couldn't iron me a shirt, could you?

No, I couldn't.

I'm late for my sauna as it is.

Look at that sink. It's disgusting.

Well, how do you work the dishwasher,
then?

How should I know?

Find the instructions.

I don't know where your mother kept
them.

Then get somebody in.

I don't like the idea of me being at
work leaving some stranger in the house.

I'll tell you what.

If you could see your way clear, just
for a couple of hours a day, not to do

anything, just supervise.

You really don't care what happens to my
life, do you?

It's virtually in tatters as it is.

How do you think I feel when I have to
tell people my mother's left home?

Do you think it's easy?

Do you like a new tennis racket?

No. What I would like is a little
understanding.

Well, what about somebody understanding
me?

Your mother was my wife for years and
years, and then suddenly, God knows why,

she ups and leaves me. My whole world's
skewed with it. Don't you see that?

Then get her back.

I don't know where she is.

Even if I did, I'm not sure I'd want
her.

Well, you'd better find her before
Philip and I get married.

Because if you think you're walking me
down the aisle in a grubby vest, you've

got another thing coming.

You've only just got engaged.

You won't be getting married for a long
time.

Won't I?

If this state of affairs carries on, the
sooner the better.

But I'll be all alone.

I won't be in this evening. I'm going to
the theatre with Philip.

Loneliness is a terrible thing, Leslie.

Oh, don't dramatise, Daddy.

You don't know what loneliness is?

Yet.

Do you think Mrs Bainbridge will go back
to Lionel in the end?

I wouldn't. I wouldn't live with a bloke
like that.

Changed him, though, hasn't it? Ain't
changed his shirt, has he?

He's had the same one on all week.

Looks like something we wipe our brushes
on.

I'd hate to be his pant.

I think it's affected his mind as well.

You know, when he gives you a
rollicking, you can tell his heart's not

it. You've got to feel a bit sorry for
him, though, haven't you?

No?

He's got about as much idea about how to
treat a woman as Jack the Ripper.

She must have seen something in him
early on.

Perhaps you drugged her.

There you are.

Hello, lads.

I'll find another pub at lunchtime.

It's getting to be quite a regular
little thing, isn't it? This lunchtime

of ours.

Yes, we have noticed, Lionel, yes.

It's funny how circumstances can forge
new friendships, isn't it?

Who are you talking about?

Me and you two.

Here's an idea.

How about the three of us going out
together tonight?

Me? I can't. I've got to get home, you
know. Wife and everything.

Oh, yeah.

Of course, you've got a wife, haven't
you?

Still, pick her up. I don't want to
start talking about that.

No, no, you don't, Lionel, no.

I manage him very well.

Very well.

That's not to say that every hour does
seem to have 80 minutes to it in the

evenings.

Why don't you iron a shirt?

No need. My lessee does them for me.

What does she use, curling tongs?

Don't come easy to a girl of her
education.

I've got an idea.

What's that, my little Eric?

You and Jacko go out tonight.

Now, that is an idea.

How about it, Jacko? Two lads out on the
town.

Lads, you're almost a senior citizen.

You haven't seen me in my brown suit.

I think they still do tea dances at the
Hammersmith Palais.

We don't want to tear you down.

Dag! That's what we want.

A skint will be a game of snooker, eh,
Jacko?

I don't want a glass of lemonade and a
game of bar billiards with you, Lionel.

Why? What's wrong with it?

I've got to be back at work in ten
minutes. I haven't got time to tell you.

Oh, that's nice.

At times of stress, you find out who
your friends are, don't you?

Lionel, you've never been a friend of
mine.

You've always treated me like something
you find in the U -Band.

Me? Yeah, you.

And now you're down the pan, you want to
sort of behave like the Corsican

brothers. Well, it's not on.

Oh, I see.

It's kick a man when he's down time, is
it?

Here's a thought for this evening.

Why not go out and have a nice meal with
your dog?

I suppose you think that's funny, you
little swine.

What have I done? You cheered him up.
He's still nasty again.

Hello, me old mate.

Hello, pong bot.

Elmo, why the hostility?

Because I remember things. That's why.

Bainbridge. Now, be fair. I didn't ask
you to do the catering for my Leslie's

engagement party because, let's face
it... Arad are slightly better equipped

than you are, aren't they? It wasn't
that. It was me turning up to your party

with a bottle of champagne and me bow
tie on, which hurt my neck.

I thought you looked very sproncy. You
didn't have time to notice how I looked.

You just took the bottle of champagne
and slammed a door in me face.

That was a joke.

No, it wasn't. Of course it was.

Want to open the door again so we can
have a good laugh together, you'd go.

Oh, and when was this?

30 seconds later, a minute at the most.
Well, that's a lie, cos I must have

stood there all for a good ten minutes
wondering whether to put a brick through

your window.

Oh. Anyway, bygones are bygones.

How about you and me going out together
tonight?

No. Oh, come on.

I bet you it was still a twist for the
best of us. Yeah, as a matter of fact, I

can. But I wouldn't be seen dead on the
same dance floor as you.

Elmo, we'd go back a long way.

We'd have done national service together
if we hadn't both failed a medical.

At least I had proper flat feet. I
didn't pretend to be psychiatric.

Oh, shut up.

Give us another scotch. Make it a
double. Make it a treble.

That's too much to drink, Sandra.

I'd never have guessed, Mr Bainbridge.

That's because I can hold it.

I feel terrible.

Oh, come on. Let's sit you down in your
office.

Let's sit me down in my office.

I'm a drowning man, Sandra.

Yes, I know what you're drowning in as
well.

Why are you being so kind to me?

No -one else is.

I just don't like seeing you like this.

You're a good girl.

You haven't been taking care of
yourself, have you?

I can't.

I'm not trained for it.

Now, you just sit here quietly, Mr
Bainbridge. I'll be back in a minute.

Hey, listen, I'm on a late lunch.

Now, I don't suppose you could pop out
for a cup of coffee with me, could you?

Oh, I'd love to, but I've got my hands
full at the minute.

Well, never mind. Just a thought.

Mind you, if you could hang on here for
a while, I might be able to make us a

cup of coffee out here.

Yeah, sure. That'd be nice.

Mr.

Bainbridge.

Sandra, second thoughts, I'll see you in
the pub later, hmm?

OK, Roy.

What are you doing here?

Well, not that it's any of your
business, but I came to see Sandra.

Mr Bainbridge, stop it!

Come home with me, Sandra.

I need comforting.

If you don't let go of me, you'll need
surgery.

Wait!

Dirty dick, leave her alone.

All right, he's drunk.

Look at him.

Just look at him.

Who? You.

What pride have you got in yourself to
get in a state like this?

Oh, no, I'm the dregs.

Don't you think an apology's in order?
I'm sorry, Jacko.

Not to me, you fool. To Sandra.

I'm sorry, Sandra. I don't know what
came over me.

About 80 scotches, by the way, you
reach.

What shall we do with him?

Stick him in a dustbin outside and hope
someone takes him away, eh? Oh, we can't

just leave him.

We should get him home.

Come on, Island Fling. I had a rocking
horse with one eye.

Do us a favour, Lionel.

Pass out.

I finally got him to bed.

Well done.

Not without a fight, though.

Why? He thought I was trying to steal
the shoes he was wearing.

I think he was trying to grow penicillin
in this one.

Oh, God, what a shamble.

Do you know the whole house is like it?
The place is like a tip. It's pathetic.

A man just letting himself go.

The really pathetic thing was letting
Veronica go.

Oh, it can't have all been his fault.

No, true. Only about 99%.

Sandra, what are you doing?

We can't just leave all this.

Well, I can.

It's unhygienic. That's all right. So's
Lionel.

You're being very hard on him, aren't
you?

I don't know if I've ever told you this,
but I like women.

And he's treated a really nice one like
dirt.

Why aren't you married?

Why aren't you using the dishwasher?

Look.

So that's where cups and saucers go to
die.

What are you doing here? Oh, we're from
the sanitary department.

We brought your dad home.

He's ill.

Ill? Yes, distillery -itis.

I see.

I wondered when he'd turn to drink.

He's very unhappy.

Well, I'm hardly euphoric.

All he thinks about is himself.

It's not very nice for me not to have a
mother around the place.

No, it can't be.

I think there are some clean drying -up
cloths in the drawer somewhere.

You'd like us to carry on, would you?

I'd be very grateful.

Shall we do a little spot of overing
while we're about it? That would be

Leslie, sometimes I think you've been
beamed here from another galaxy.

You'd let us skivvy for you, wouldn't
you?

You work for Daddy.

Yeah, but we don't work for you.

I'm his daughter.

Then it's about time you started acting
like one. I don't need to be told how to

behave by someone like you.

What do you mean, someone like me?

Who do you think you are?

Lady Mug talking to the kitchen maid.

You may have plenty of money, but you
certainly haven't bought any good

with it. Here, try getting your hands
dirty.

Dead eloquent, isn't she?

Now, all I'm saying, Sandra, is when we
get the premises in large, we won't need

a guard dog.

We'll just have a big sign outside
saying, Beware the Sandra.

Well, she made me mad.

And I wish you'd stop making me sound
like a dullberman. No, more of a little

terrier. Small, lovable, but dangerous
when roused.

Anyway, another day flitted by. Come on,
killer.

We both did you have a drink? We do, but
I'm eating rice.

Oh, I see.

I wish you'd stop lacking in his
character.

Look, Sandra, all I said was, oh, I see.

It's the way you said it.

You're always on about him.

All right, shut up.

Run out of nasty things to say?

No, I've become emotionally whole.

Thank goodness.

Well, I'll just clear up... Oh, no.

What's the matter? The petty cat has
gone.

But I locked the office when we went
out.

Well, when did you last see it? Oh,
earlier, when Mr Bainbridge was being

ridiculous. Somebody must have come in
and taken it.

Oh, and I passed him as I came in. A
chap by the name of Roy Hooper, who I'm

meant to say nasty things about. He
wouldn't. Well, who else would it be?

Lionel wouldn't pinch his own money. He
was too busy pinching you.

And that leaves me.

You wouldn't do it.

No, I know I wouldn't.

But if you insist on an intimate body
search, I shan't resist.

Don't joke about it.

I'd better tell Mr Bainbridge. Oh, come
on, Sandra. There's no point in their

estate, is there?

Let's have a drink.

Just a minute.

If Roy did take the money...

Why would he arrange to meet me in the
pub this evening?

Now, that's a Mary Poppins thought,
isn't it?

I'm clutching at straws, aren't I?

Come on, I'll get Elmo to fix you a
cocktail.

That'll cheer you up.

Why should it?

Well, the top always flies off his
shaker.

All right.

Why not? Because it's blackmail.

No, it's not.

It's quid pro fiver, or whatever they
call it.

How can Lionel get nasty about the petty
cash when you got him banked the rights

for sexual harassment?

That's horrible.

I couldn't even do that for you.

All right.

Let's try the more honest approach.

Tell Lionel he took the petty cash
himself.

You'll be growing a four -pin in Little
Horns in a minute.

No, it's my fault.

I should never have left the money lying
about in the first place.

You've been watching too many stars on
Sunday.

Good evening.

Hello, Eric.

Hello.

I'm going to have to get these glasses
changed, you know.

Why? Well, this afternoon.

Now, I know that you were there beside
me painting, but, you know, I couldn't

actually physically see you.

I'm sorry.

Something cropped up. Oh, yeah? What's
the name?

First of all, Lionel got as tight as a
tick and we had to take him home.

Then when we got back to the office, we
found that somebody had stolen Sandra's

petty cash.

Oh, blimey. I'm worried sick.

Of course you are.

Tight as a tick, you say?

Legless. Well, tell Lionel he took it.
He'll never remember.

Did you two go to the same brothel?

I'm just being decent.

How was the money, Nick, then? Roy
Hooper.

We don't know that for sure.

True, true.

It's just that all the little pieces of
evidence do point to Roy.

He was there at the time of the robbery.

He suddenly decides not to stay for a
cup of coffee and says he'll see you in

the pub.

So where the hell is he?

I never liked Roy Hooker.

So what have you got against him?

Shim pads.

What?

When we were kids, nobody round our way
had any money. But every football

season, he always had a brand new pair
of shim pads.

So he did.

Never had to stuff the National
Geographical magazine down the front of

socks, did he?

Always did his own work, didn't he? I
always found his shoes unnaturally

My God.

I hope you two never do jury service.

Look, Sandra, I know this might sound
like bias. Only slightly.

I know I'm right about him.

I just know I'm right about him.

Hello, Sandra.

Ryan!

Hi.

Sorry I'm late. You all right? Yeah.

Well, no.

I've had about £150 worth of petty cash
stolen from the office.

Oh, no.

Oh, that's terrible for you.

Look, come on.

You come over here and tell me all about
it.

Nobody could have that much cheek, could
they? He could.

He's got more cheek than an elephant's
bum.

I know he did it.

Right. How are you going to prove it?

Can't. How are you going to get the
money back off him then?

Can't.

Well, we might as well go home then.

How can I go home?

Saunders is going to get blamed for the
petty cash.

And he's in his pocket now, I know it
is. Tell the old Bill.

And what am I going to use as evidence?

The fact that he always had new shin
pads.

I wonder what Robin Hood would have
done.

Robin Hood?

Well, I often find I get inspiration
from historical figures.

I don't. Anyway, I haven't got a barn
hour and a pair of green tights.

Wait a minute, I've got an idea.

It doesn't entail luring him into
Sherwood Forest, does it? No.

He could never resist a game of cards.
Get him into a game and win the money

him. There's a flaw. What? I might lose.

Never.

You're a better player than he is.
Anyway, he'll be at a vast psychological

disadvantage.

How come? He's got a lot more money than
you.

Now, I'm sorry, you let me explain that
one.

Look, he'll get flash.

He won't be able to resist it.

But you're the hungry fighter, aren't
you?

The cooler guy.

Waiting for the moment.

And then you're in there carving him
into little pieces.

Yeah. Yeah, I like the theory. I like
the theory.

We'll give it a go.

How much have I got?

About 40 quid. Well, I've got about 35,
but I'll just use mine to bump the pot

up, you know, encourage him. You ain't
got to do that, Eric.

No, look, I like Sandra as well.

Right.

Come on in for a high tuck.

Luck be a lady tonight.

Sandra's just been telling me the ins
and outs.

Rotten business, isn't it? Oh, yeah,
yeah, I agree with you there.

Er, Elmo, me and Eric fancy a game of
cards.

What are you going to play, happy
families?

No, no, three -card brag.

Fancy a game? Pound in, pound a go?

Do you realise if you play three -card
brag with me, you'll be signing your own

death warrants, don't you? Oh, it'll be
worth it, Elmo.

Just to be at the same table as the
master.

Grandmaster. In that case, I'll get the
wife down.

About time she did some work in a bar,
sitting up there squirting herself with

things all day long.

Hey, Cart, do you mind if I join in?

Yeah, fancy me taking you to the
cleaners as well, dear?

Oh, yeah, yeah, you could try.

Oh, right.

I thought we were going out.

It'll only take half an hour.

We'll never go anywhere you want.

Any objections?

No, no, no.

In that case, follow me to the policing
room.

First jack deals, right?

Right.

I'm awake, I'm awake.

That's a joker.

It's a jack.

It's got joker written on it, Elmo.

All right, just seeing if you're awake.

Bang! Now tell me that is not a jack.

All right, that's a queen.

It's a jack. It's got a bloke's face on
it.

Could be a king. A young bloke's face.

I don't want to be a killjoy, but is
there any chance of you actually

this game? All right, miss, just feeling
each other out, blokes do that.

So, big Elmo deals.

Cut those, say your prayers, I'm after
you.

Hang on, mate. It wouldn't have been
easier if we had the cards on the table.

The type of school I usually play in
would have caught those.

Still, if you want to play, then hand me
Pamble, wait.

Got something good, Elmo.

Maybe I have.

Maybe I have.

This is a face no one can read.

Get the money on the table, then.

Our fault. Fault. Me too.

Oh, AKQ and all.

Yours is the glory, Elmo.

In you go.

Tell me this is not inscrutable.

What, your nose?

Fizzog twerp. Like a mandarin, Elmo.

What's up?

I'll bet a pound.

Me too.

It's all right. It can cut out the tough
guy stuff. I fold.

Right, pound it in.

I'll up it too.

There's my two.

And again.

Three.

No, I'm out.

There you go.

Three.

What would you say if I was to uplift to
ten?

Goody, goody.

All right.

Ten.

You're ten.

And up ten.

Oh.

Well, I think I shall just have to see
that.

Go on.

Nine, ten, Jack.

Not Joker, Elmo, Jack.

All right, I'll kick you all out in a
minute.

What have you got, Roy?

The night is young.

Oh, come on, Elmer. Make a decision.

All right, all right. Don't forget whose
premises you're on.

Oh, is that a frat guy in a bar? No!

Decisions. Right, right.

Oh, almost.

I'd fold.

Right, I'll go ten.

Well, I think I can spare ten of mine.

And I'll, er... I'll up you twenty.

Oh, don't make it any bigger. This is
silly.

It's getting out of hand.

It's not getting out of my hands.

Well, come on, actually, man. Make a
decision.

If I dropped out twenty minutes ago...

realise that's going to cost you 20 quid
just to see me, Jacko.

Yes, I do know, Roy.

Do you take IOUs?

No.

Here you are.

Finish the stupid game.

Thanks, Sandra.

Right, let's see who's bluffing who.

Three tens.

What a shame.

You've got him, Jacko.

Not with these cards, mate.

Made in Germany. That's the trouble with
that pack of cards.

You just make sure you make them all
doubles, Elmo.

Make more than him, look.

I'll have strychnine.

Come on, fellas, don't be bad losers.

I still don't think you should have
played for all that money.

Hey, don't knock it.

It's done you a bit of good.

How?

Because you no longer have to tell your
boss that the petty cash was stolen.

Here you are. Now, you put this in the
cash box, all right?

I can't let you give me that amount of
money. Yes, you can.

Look, I'm just glad I can help you out.

Now, there you go.

£147. Oh, Roy, I can't.

I insist.

Roy? Yes?

How did you know it was exactly £147?

Eh? You heard.

No, Sandra said it was. No, she didn't.
She said it was about £150.

No. No, you definitely said 147 quid,
didn't you, Sandra?

I couldn't have done.

I hadn't finished counting it.

Well, what's the matter anyway?

You got it back?

Sandra, the top of your head is very
lovely, but I hadn't really intended

talking to it all evening.

I feel such a fool.

I don't want to look at anybody.

Look, it's all over now, isn't it?

You warned me and warned me about Roy,
and I wouldn't listen.

Well, everybody warned me about Jane
Fonda, but I still went out with her.

Look, like I said, Sandra, it's all
over.

Everyone's got their money back. You've
dislocated Roy's jaw. What more do you

want?

I'm ever so grateful.

You only played cards to try to win the
money from him.

And what a stupid idea that was.

Eric's, incidentally.

Anyway, let's talk about something more
esoteric, shall we?

Like sex.

We've been through this before.

You know I'm fond of you, but I won't go
to bed with someone whose idea of a

long relationship's a fortnight.

You're not allowing for the fact that I
might change.

Pigs might fly.

No, I'm serious, Sandra.

One day I might become a one -woman man.

I'm not saying I will, but say I did and
today was the day.

Now, wouldn't you kick yourself for not
being there?

We'll be off, shall we?

We haven't had our dinner yet.

Are you sure? I thought I paid the bill.

I hoped you'd be in here.

Oh, my God, it's the ghost of Jacob
Marley.

I won't intrude.

I just want to say, Sandra, that I shall
never forgive myself for the way I

acted in the office.

That's all right, Mr Bainbridge.

You're a man.

Well, it's very nice of you to take it
like that.

Cheers, then, Lionel. Yes.

As I said, I won't intrude.

Mr Bainbridge.

Oh, he'll be all right. A quick blow
through with a red -hot vindaloo will

perk him up.

His life, I mean.

Wife left him.

Awful daughter.

Sandra, you're losing the thread of our
conversation.

He's got no friends.

Well, I have in a rather special way at
the moment.

Look,

Sandra, this table is where the
important events of the evening are

It makes us seem very unimportant,
doesn't it?

No, it doesn't whatsoever.

No good.

Mr. Bainbridge? Yes, dear?

Why don't you come over here and have
dinner with us? Oh, I couldn't.

Peter Andre couldn't. Please, we'd like
you to.

So kind, so kind.

Well, this is nice.

Oi!

You're fine young people, you know that?

You know what would really please me?

The two of you were to get together.

Because of you these things I do.

Because of you.

Because of you.

Oh, and you love nature.

You love nature.

You love nature. You love nature.

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