All language subtitles for Brush Strokes s02e04

Because of you, these things I do.

Because of you.

Because of you.

Oh, yeah.

Want to come in for a coffee?

Do I get slung out afterwards?

Look, Sandra, why keep up this pretense?
You know you'd like me to stay.

Yeah, I will.

Oh, right then. But you can't.

Why not?

Because we both know where it would end.

In a very warm, snuggly place.

You're a fly -by -night jackal. Give you
a week or two and you'll get scared.

I know this is going to come as a blow
to you, but I'm not scared of you.

Not of me.

You're scared of commitment.

What, being put in an asylum?

Oh, Sandra, what does it take to make
you crumble?

A proposal of marriage?

The knowledge that I wouldn't be just
another notch on your gun.

Don't be vulgar.

I'm not convinced at all.

All these people going down the road of
life.

I mean, they're like lemmings. Only they
don't know where the road leads.

It leads to the edge of the cliff and
they go hurtling over.

Well, I'm not going to go hurtling over
with them, Sandra. That's all.

You... got a problem.

You should see someone.

I am. I'm seeing you.

Only you won't solve me problem.

Oh, get off home.

Look, Sandra, if I was to kick your milk
bottles over in frustration, it'd be

your fault.

They're not mine. They're the girl's
downstairs.

What's she like?

Doesn't Sandra ever cook you supper?

I can't get in her flat, let alone get
any food.

Still keeping you at arm's length, is
she? I don't see that that's any of your

business. She is.

Look, I'm not Superman. I've been kept
at arm's length before.

Well, I know, and usually when that
happens, you don't hang around for very

long. Do you think we can talk about
something other than Sandra?

Suit yourself.

Where did you and Sandra go to tonight,
then? God, blimey, they're coming at me

in relays.

What's the matter with you?

I just don't want my private life
dissected at your table, that's all.

Sandra still isn't cooking him supper.

Isn't she?

But he's still seeing her.

Oh, I find that quite significant, quite
meaningful.

I said I didn't want to talk about
Sandra.

Well, you aren't. We are.

And it's our house. So we'll talk about
what we like.

And that's another thing. Having kids
addles your brains.

You two are behaving like a couple of
three -year -olds. It's often occurred

me that Sandra would make a very good
mother.

Yes, she would.

Any developments in that direction?

Has she seen a lot of anybody in
particular these days?

No, I've never seen this bloke.

But he sounds a bit immature, if you ask
me.

Did he not ever tell you about that red
-headed usherette Eric went out with

before he met you?

I told him himself.

No, you didn't.

Oh, and then, of course, it's only fair
to mention Jean's episode with that

bloke on the dodgems. What episode?

I was doing free time.

Why is he calling it an episode? I bet
she works at the Odeon.

Why? Because you'd never take me to the
O .G. and you always found some excuse

not to.

Me again.

I don't know what you're smiling at.
You've just been cut out of my will, you

have.

34 times you saw Jungle Book because of
that usherette.

She sneaked me a raspberry ripple off
the ice cream girl once.

Very sordid, your past, isn't it, Eric?

It's Gloria.

Sorry to come round so late, Jean.

I just had to talk to somebody.

Yeah, well, that's all right. See
yourself down.

What's up, Gloria?

I've been wronged.

You?

Yes.

Reggie's left me.

What, really left you?

Yes.

He's gone off to Elfracombe.

Well, why Elfracombe?

rubbish about becoming a lobster
fisherman.

I know he's your brother, Jean.

And yours, Jacko.

And I know he's your... What did he be?

Brother -in -law.

But I have to say, he acted like an
animal and a lunatic.

Did you have a row?

Well, it does seem likely, doesn't it?

More of a tirade.

Ranting, he was.

I thought he was going to hit me.

Look, I know he's a bit of a hothead,
Gloria, but he only hits the blow. And

should have seen his knuckles. They all
went white. And his vein kept throbbing

on his temple.

Well, Charlie complained last night.

Jacko. Sorry. And the language.

I haven't heard language like that since
I went out with that fever doll.

Why was he in such a state?

Well, he came home early.

Oh, yeah.

Well, it is out.

It's difficult to think of anything to
say.

So much for sympathy for a woman
wronged.

Wronged? Yes.

You wouldn't understand, Jacko. You're
not married.

Well, neither are you now, by the looks
of things.

Men can be very hard, can't they, Jean?
Yes, and thoughtless. Coming home like

that without telling you.

Catching you in flagrante delicto. It's
French.

No, it's Latin. For at it.

Poor old Reg.

Not me.

I've had my bases taken away.

I need a man.

Already?

Reg, I mean.

I'll phone him for us, Jacko, please.

Go on, please.

Hey, go on. Well, who am I going to
phone?

The Ophrah Coombe home for stunned
husbands?

No.

I know where he'll be.

I've got the address here somewhere.

Here it is.

The lobster pot in.

Oh, go on, Jacko, please. Oh, all right,
all right, all right.

He is my brother. I would like to know
how he is.

He's run by this bloke called Nicky
Mason.

Very broad shoulders, lovely blue eyes,
and this lovely look in his voice when

he's posed.

Have you ever had any trouble like this,
Jane? No, I haven't. Oh.

Hello? Is that the lodger pot in?

Could I speak to... Nicky Mason.

Nicky Mason, please.

Oh, hello. Look, this is Reg's brother.

Is Reg there?

Oh, great.

Yeah, thanks.

Lovely look to his voice.

He's got a lisp.

Oh, hang on, it wasn't him. It was that
bloke on the petalo.

Hello, Reg.

It's Jacko, yeah.

How are you? How is he?

He says he's drunk.

Oh, come on.

Don't blame him.

Anyway, no, Reg, we know Gloria's here
now.

Tell her to what?

What? Never mind.

The thing is, Reg, do you want to say
anything about all this?

No, I'm not repeating that, Reg.

Tell him Gloria is very contrite.

Right.

Gloria's very contrite.

That was Eric.

Your sister's husband.

He said, did you ever buy that faultier
he told you about?

That wasn't me.

Wasn't him.

He said it was.

No, no, just tell him I didn't. No, he
didn't.

He says you missed out, Ed. It was only
72 ,000 miles on the clock. Ed, do you

mind? I was supposed to be reconciling.

Yeah, all right.

All right, now, get back to Gloria, Reg.

Look, don't shout like that. You'd get
slung out the pub.

Now, we all know Gloria's a bit... Man,
man.

Sensitive. Hot -blooded.

Extrovert, but... But one mistake.

How many?

No, she didn't say anything about the
window cleaner, Reg.

No,

she didn't say anything about the jockey
either.

Wonderful, isn't it? How those tiny
little arms can control those great big

horses. Yeah, all right, Reg. Several
mistakes.

But can you see a road forward from
here?

Eh?

Oh. Oh, all right, mate.

Yeah, I'd get your head down if I were
you.

OK, you two.

Ta -da.

What did he say?

He said he's just had a fight with that
bloke who runs the pedlo.

You made a beautiful job of Leslie's
flat, Jacko.

Thank you, Mrs Bainbridge.

You made a lovely job of getting dressed
this morning.

What did you say?

Oh, don't cramp his style, Lionel. He's
only being complimentary.

What about me?

You look lovely too, Lionel.

I meant puddin', Ed.

that I complimented Veronica this
morning before you did.

I feel humiliated now.

So you should be.

Because you just have been.

What was it I liked in that dress too,
darling?

A coloured awning, Lionel.

Yeah.

That's it.

Lionel, why are you so agitated?

It's because of Leslie's bio.

What did you say?

B -E -A -U.

Yo.

This bloke has taken us out to lunch.
Oh, yeah. What about him? Exactly. What

about him? All we know is that his name
is Giles.

Do you know anything about him?

I like his cartoons.

Is he a cartoonist?

Yeah. I'm not sure whether I like that.

Oh, he's ever so good.

He's been going for years.

Oh, my gosh. You're not going out with
another old bloke. Now, don't panic.

It's a genuine misunderstanding on
Jacko's part, of course, but the jars

taken us out to lunch isn't the jars he
was talking about.

Then why do you say it was?

Oh, I don't think before I speak
sometimes, Lionel. No.

You don't.

Because if you did... Yeah?

You would.

You just remember that.

Till the end of time, Lionel.

I'm ready.

Oh, you look divine, Angel.

You stepped out of a dream, Leslie.

You're flat.

Oh. You haven't told us very much about
this Giles, Leslie.

He's out of this world.

You mean you're going round with a
ghost?

I mean Giles is something else. Well,
I'm pleased to hear he's out of this

and something else, but what does he do?

He's in the army, cavalry, Royal Scots
Grey.

Oh, my God, he's not a jock, is he?

He comes from Hampshire.

His family's had an estate there for
centuries.

What's he like personally?

Tall, well -bred and rich, Mummy.

Oh, sounds like a very nice person.

Oh, I'll get it.

Oh, lime he is tall. I'm looking upwards
of his knee.

Giles. Hello, pumpkin.

Daddy, this is Giles. Hello, Giles.

Mum.

Hello, sir.

You're an officer.

You've got pips.

Yes. Three of the little beggars on each
shoulder.

I feel like a concertina sometimes.

You know.

That's a very good joke, that is.

Well, one likes a laugh and a laugh
about, doesn't one? Oh, one does.

As a matter of fact, I quite often have
the whole mess in stitches.

I can imagine that.

Here's a good one.

The other evening, several of us were
planning to abseil down the clock tower

the stables when the adjutant had the
most fearful attack of wind. Giles, I

think we ought to go now.

Sorry, Pumpkin.

If you say so.

Coat? Yes, of course.

Is this it?

Of course not. There.

Not my strong suit, I'm afraid.

Clothes. Suit? Clothes?

We've done another one.

So I have.

Giles, I'm ready to go.

Sorry, Pumpkin.

See you downstairs.

I see your painting.

That's very astute of you, sir. That's
what I'm doing.

Good hair.

Permission to carry on, sir?

Yes, do, by all means.

Thank you, sir.

What a charming chap.

Be with you in a minute, children.

Listen, gutless knight.

Don't you dare take the mickey out of
Giles. It's something you'll never be.

Yes, a gink.

I beg your pardon?

Well, let's face it, Lionel. Somebody
who plays his own pips isn't exactly

mastermind here, is he?

He is an officer.

Yes, and a long streak of... Veronica.

Oh, what does it matter? Come on, let's
not keep them waiting, eh?

Of course it matters.

Say, Giles becomes our son -in -law.

I try very hard to keep it a secret.

Did you hear what she said?

Don't involve me, Lionel. I'm just an
innocent bystander. Oh, that's it. Take

her side.

Three bottles of lager, please, Elmore.

No, no, no. You can put that away. These
are on me.

I feel as though I'm present at a great
moment in history.

You are.

Why? Great news.

The wife's left me.

Oh, dear.

It's not oh, dear. It's hooray.

How can you say that about your own
wife?

Withy, you never knew her. Go on, you
tell her what she was like.

Well, Rose was what you might call an
angry woman. Who knows why? Probably a

childhood trauma.

Rubbish! She was a nasty piece of work
from the day she was born.

Why did you marry her, then? She got me
drunk.

She used to sit up there all day in that
mauve negligee of hers, slapping creams

on herself, shouting out her orders.

Angry, you see, Sandra.

Do you know, she even used to depress
the dog.

Why, he would, even if her shadow fell
on him. He's perked up no end since she

went. You should be ashamed talking
about your wife like that.

The only thing I'm ashamed of, miss, is
that I don't have the vocabulary to tell

you how horrible she really was.

Cheers, Elmo.

Cheers.

There you go.

Another long -term relationship up the
spout.

Are you getting at me?

No, just an observation of life.

And anyway, what do you mean, another?

Well, there's my brother and his wife.
He's gone off to be a lobster fisherman.

Why? Oh, just a little disagreement over
double glazing.

Then, of course, there's Lionel and
Veronica.

But I thought they were having a sort of
second honeymoon.

No, but I don't give that very long.

Not now that they're arguing over Leslie
all over again.

No, it's change and decay in all around,
I see.

Have you gone religious?

Just another observation, Sandra.

that divided we stand, united we fall.

That's just your excuse for running a
mile if a woman so much talks about next

week, let alone next month or next year.

Fascinating. What is?

You two.

All of a sudden you seem very
preoccupied with the old Adam and Eve

find it very fascinating.

That's because you... I touched a nerve
there, Sandra.

Jacko's right.

Mind your own business.

Oh, that's very companionable, that is.

Three mates out for a lunchtime drink
and only two of them are allowed to

That's because the third mate knows.

Steve! How are you?

Jacko! Nice to see you. Good to see you.

Steve, I haven't seen you for centuries.
Eric, oh, this is great.

Yeah, I thought you was in Canada.

I am, yeah, yeah. What you're looking at
is a hologram of myself.

Can I get your drink?

No, no. Elmo!

Half a bitter, please.

Hello. Steve, I haven't seen you for
ages. Where have you been drinking?

Canada. What was he doing in Canada?

He was in the Mounties, weren't you?

I still am.

I'm over here on a case.

Blimey! We're looking for a renegade
lumberjack called Frenchy Ledoux.

Where is he, then?

Somewhere in Streatham.

Well, why haven't you got that uniform
on then, eh?

That would be a bit conspicuous,
wouldn't it?

Walking down Stratomire Road with a red
coat and a big hat on. Come on, Elmo.

Well,

incidentally, that is on me.

Well, thank you, Elmo.

He's had a bit of good news.

Yeah, Steve, we'll introduce you to
Sandra.

Is she, um... Oh, no, no, no, no.
Sandra, this is Steve.

Great old mate of ours.

Hello, Steve.

Nice to meet you, Sandra. Yeah, we did
used to have some good old times, didn't

we, eh? Yeah, we did, eh? The old
football. The old snooker. The old girl.

Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, what are you doing back here?

Well, I mean, I like Canada, but I
missed the wide -open spaces of Motspur

so we came home.

We? Yeah, yeah, me and Carol.

Married man now.

Oh, I didn't have you down for that.

Yeah, three kids.

How many? I've got two.

You haven't. Yeah, two girls. You? Two
boys, one girl.

Oh, you both look so proud.

Don't they look proud, Jackal?

Yeah. I'll tell you who I saw last...
I've got a terrible case of nappy rash

the moment, Eric. Oh, dear, have you?
I've had some of that.

What are you both taking for it, eh?

It's no joking matter.

You want to see their poor little red
buns?

No, I don't. Did you have colic? We
thought it was.

Turned out to be wind.

How interesting.

I think it's wonderful.

Young fathers involved with their kids.

Yeah, you got any photos, Steve?

Of course, yeah.

So have I.

Here, look.

That's James.

James with David. Couple of little
tearaways there.

My little Kaiser.

There's my two.

Susie and Katie.

Bye,

Pumpkin. Don't forget you're phoning me
tonight.

Righty -ho.

May I be of some assistance?

Oh, I'll be asked a great thing.

I've been here for hours.

Not literally, I hope. Seems like it.

Aren't you tall?

I suppose I must be.

How are you going to do it?

Pardon?

My heel.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to grab
your ankle.

Oh.

Well, all right.

But be circumspect, because until
recently I was a happily married woman.

Yes, of course.

Oh!

Well, you should have let me row.

You should have volunteered.

I just have.

Oh, look.

Oh, my God, it's a wagon train on its
way to work.

Where are you going?

I thought we'd go and have a look at the
aviary. Oh, no, let's say hello to

them. And then what?

Pass the time of day.

You can't pass the time of day when it's
parents with their kids.

You get swept along in a torrent of it.

Cutting teeth, learning to walk.

Who's been sick.

Funny little things they say, like,
who's done number twos all by himself,

Oh, me.

I've seen you with Eric's kids. You love
them. Well, of course I do, but not...

but not when I'm out with you, Sandra.

Uncle Jacko!

Hello. How are you? Hello, darling.

Oh, yes, we'd love to come to dinner on
Saturday.

Well, I want to.

Well, go on your own, then.

Oh, all right, I'll come. But I warn
you, with the kids in bed, they'll stick

in high chairs and feed us with plastic
spoons.

He's a funny lad, then.

Well, come on, then.

I'm just looking at the wildlife.

A couple of rabbits.

Oh.

Oh, look, there's Leslie.

Kiss me.

What about it?

Good musical, wasn't it?

You pig!

Leslie! Hello!

You two know each other, then?

You pig!

Excuse me, pumpkin.

Look, Leslie...

I feel I owe you an explanation.

There isn't one.

Oh, but there is.

Gloria.

Her?

She's a wonderful girl.

Well, you go back to your wonderful
girl.

But don't expect to see me again.

I hadn't actually anticipated doing so.

Well, I hope you realize what you're
missing.

That's just the thing.

I didn't.

Until I met Gloria.

You pig!

Dorothy! Dorothy!

Nedley, Giles, split up.

It's terrible.

He was perfect for her.

No, Lionel, he was perfect for you.

What do you mean?

Rich, classy and stupid.

He can't be classy and stupid.

We had lunch with him, remember?

The only thing at that table that had
less brains than Giles was my bit of

turbot.

Oh, but did you see the way he handled
his asparagus?

And that qualifies him as a potential
husband, does it?

It's upper stratosphere.

Surely that's what we want for our
daughter, Veronica, isn't it? What

What I like most for Leslie is that she
should marry somebody she loves.

She idolised Giles.

Oh, wake up, Lionel, do.

Leslie buys blokes like Giles in packs.
They're disposable.

That's your daughter you're talking
about.

More to the point, my daughter.

Well, that's what she's like. She's
beautiful, but she's difficult.

Yeah, well, she certainly didn't get it
off me.

Not the beauty, no.

You never saw me in my pram.

When my mother used to take me out for a
walk... This place used to stop the old

street. Who told you that?

My mother.

Yeah, well, she was as biased about you
as you are about Leslie.

Don't you start on my family. My family
goes back generations.

Everybody's family goes back
generations.

Not like mine. My family was known for
things.

Yes, not that uncle of yours that was
carted off in a straitjacket.

Uncle Cyril did not set light to that
warehouse.

I don't care what anybody says.

Then why was he found with the petrol
and the cotton wadding? He bought them

his cigarette lighter.

What, a gallon of wine and half a yard
of the other?

He smoked a lot.

They're on about some pyromaniac uncle
now.

It's none of your business.

Oh, I never cease to be amazed at the
bizarre territory that the married row

explores.

And I suppose this is more evidence to
support your theory that any

that lasts longer than a split second is
doomed to failure.

Well, I'm not doing badly, am I? Yes,
but look at your example.

There are others.

Yes, and there are my others, like Eric
and Jean and Steve and Carol.

They're not misfits like your crowd.

They're normal people.

Just take a good close look at them when
we go to dinner.

They're not trapped, and they're not...

Oh, for goodness sake. It was only a
little pinch on the arm.

It was not a little pinch.

You could still see the mark when I put
her to bed.

Quite frankly, Steve, you should have
clipped him round the ear.

Hurry, we don't believe in hitting our
children.

Which is why they go round pinching
other people's kids.

Yeah.

Actually, James isn't a pinching sort of
boy.

He was probably provoked.

Susie is a very open child.

She couldn't do anything underhand.

Oh, then what do you call keep snatching
the baby's dummy away?

He was playing with her.

I've only ever seen Susie snatch once.

Well, when was this?

When Katie smacked her round the head
with Mr Happy.

Oh, come on, never mind.

All kids hit. Steve!

Ours don't.

Oh, come on. They bash the living
daylights out of each other. Well, if,

do, then you turn a blind eye. Yeah, you
do too much of that as well.

As a matter of fact, I think of myself
as a bit of a martinet.

What are you laughing at?

A martinet?

You're a jelly baby.

Oh, well, look who's talking.

When discipline's called for, you're
nowhere to be found.

Which is why your kids go around
pinching people.

Ow!

He pinched me.

Just trying to qualify for the
conversation.

Have a good look at them when we go to
dinner.

They're normal people.

They're not trapped.

They're not cynical.

They're happy and contented. Oh, dear.

Oh, I do hate people crowing.

Oh, look, Sandra.

The longer people stay together, the
more ins and outs they discover about

other. And every little in and every
little out can be used as ammunition.

Don't hang around for the war, that's
what I say.

Enjoy the best of each other, then move
on.

Are you trying to say you've enjoyed the
best of me?

Course not. I keep getting the elbow on
the doorstep, don't I? And I'll tell you

something. What?

You're getting the elbow on the doorstep
again tonight.

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.