All language subtitles for Birds of a Feather s02e08 You Pays Yer Money

What will I do when you are far

away and I am blue?

What will I do when I'm alone

with only dreams of you

that won't come true?

What will I do?

Ah!

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. I'll live.

Where did you get to?

Well, I waited nearly an hour. I mean,
what happened to you? I didn't think

take that long.

Anyway, I had to get back to let the
jacuzzi engineer in, didn't I?

How did you get on?

They just bunged in a couple of stitches
with the rusty needle, gave me an anti

-tetanus jab and told me not to dig the
garden in my bare feet again.

That's all right then, isn't it?

No, that's not all right then.

I had to wait nearly three hours.

The queue for an X -ray was so long, I
thought they must have been flogging cut

final tickets.

with multiple fractures had set in
strange positions by the time they were

I don't know what would happen if there
was a disaster in Chigwell.

You know, something really big like a
train crash or your jacuzzi going on the

blitz. Oh, you're always taking the
wrong ways, aren't you? But you don't

using my jacuzzi or my pool or my
Nautilus machine.

Anyway, leave the hospitals free. You
should be grateful for whatever you get

there.

You'd soon change your tune if you
needed emergency medical aid.

No, I wouldn't. I'd go private. I'm with
PPP.

What's that stand for?

Piss off poor people.

It's a private patient's plan.

Look at you.

Look, it was Daryl's idea. I didn't even
know he joined.

But he said that if he ever suffered an
industrial injury, he wanted to be seen

the same day.

Industrial injury?

You mean like getting a bullet in your
leg during a getaway?

Why didn't you tell us about this
private medicine lark before I started

up all morning?

Because you're not in it. It's for me,
Daryl and Garthy. Though Daryl ain't

getting his money's worth at the moment.

I'm really not in it, this scheme.

I'm beginning to wonder if I've
outstayed my welcome, Trace.

Ah!

Do you want me to sling my hook?

No, but you have got a place of your
own, ain't you?

Well, I can't go back there, can I? Why
not?

It's depressing, and it's cold.

The windows don't fit, the lifts smell,
and the people are right common, Trace.

You're still renting out to that spiv,
ain't you?

No. Who do you mean?

You know, that fat Stan.

You're still letting him use your flat
to wear out his moody gear.

Yeah. Hey, a bit.

Do you want me to leave, Trace?

No, I just wish you'd be a bit more...
What?

Grateful.

Servile.

You've got a short memory, you haven't
you?

I remember when we was outside the court
just after the boys had been sent down.

And there you were with tears streaming
down your face.

Oh. Please come and live with me,
Sharon.

I'll be so lonely.

I don't think I can face the world on my
own.

Do you remember?

No, I don't remember.

What I remember was you pleading.

I don't mind staying for a few days
until you settle down.

My place is such a dump. A few days?
That was 16 months ago.

Why don't you tell us the voting cards
have come?

The voting party can.

Great.

I'll be down that polling station first
thing next Thursday.

I'll show that mathy Tory he can't go
waking me up at a crack of 10 .30 every

morning. I know you won't.

Look, Trace, you can't stop me voting
Labour. I know that bloke's got about as

much chance as Neil Kinnock has of
growing dreadlocks.

You ain't voting nothing because you
ain't registered, remember?

No, why ain't I?

Because when the voting forms came, you
said you were the visiting Cypriot

diplomat.

Yeah, well, otherwise they'd have told
the poll tax Gestapo and I'd have been

Lambert. So it's your own fault you
can't vote.

Who's the other card for, then?

Daryl, of course.

Daryl? Well, I paid his poll tax.

He can't vote, you egg.

He's in the nick.

He's deprived, isn't he? Yeah, and he
ain't the only one.

I'm not talking about his conjugals. I
mean his electorals. Like me.

Not seeing you pay for him, I'll have
his vote.

Waste not, want not. Don't be so stupid.

It says Daryl Stubbs.

No.

Daryl's bifectual. No, he bloody ain't.

I mean the name.

Ain't you ever heard of that Daryl
Enner?

No.

And he said, look, panda, furry animal,
eats shoots and leaves.

That's filthy.

Yeah, I know, bloody funny though, isn't
it? I tell you, it's been a riot in

here. It's the last minute since they
put this Barry Lodge in with us.

What? Not Barry Lodge the comedian?

Yeah, he got dumped at tax evasion,
remember?

He was in all the papers.

Lodges, dodges, front page of the scum.
Oh, I used to like him. He used to host

that Wednesday night act, didn't he?
Yeah.

I bet you'd like a Wednesday night out
now, eh?

The thing is, Barry's always played the
stock market, and he's given me this red

-hot tip.

As the bloke said when he dropped a fag
end down his wife runs.

Another one of Barry's jokes? Yeah. He
deserves looking up.

Didn't we put some money away for the
rates bill?

Yeah. Well, then.

Well, then what?

We're on poll tax now, aren't we?

It's got to be a lot cheaper than what
the rates were. I mean... Tories made

sure of that. They got our interests at
heart. Oh, don't you start with the

politics. I'm getting enough of that off
of Sharon.

Oh, look. What was our rates bill last
time out? A couple of grand?

If you say so.

And what's the poll tax?

350 and eight.

Right. So we're 1 ,650 notes up on the
game.

Well, not exactly.

I paid for the two of us.

What do you mean?

You haven't paid Sharon's poll tax, have
you? No. I paid yours.

What? I don't believe it. Cons don't pay
poll tax.

The only people in here who pay poll
taxes are the people who are in here for

not paying it.

I'm sorry, Daryl. It's just that when
the voting bonds came, I couldn't bring

myself to write that you were in prison.

Ah, what a waste of 350 smackers.

Well, the thing is, there's a by
-election coming up and... Right.

Oh, I'll escape, vote and get back in
before I'm missed.

Daryl.

I'm sorry, Sugar. What do you expect me
to say?

Well, can Sharon have it?

I thought she was having it, regularly.

Try and get a new cellmate before my
next visit, eh?

I mean, can Sharon have your vote?

Why, where's hers?

Well, she ain't got one.

She didn't pay her poll tax.

It's criminal.

Here, tell her she can have it, as long
as she pays for it.

Well, what did he say?

Oh, he said you can have it. Oh, what am
I, as long as you pay for it?

The lousy minge bag.

And I agree with him. If you don't pay
for it, I'm not having you lean out of

windows, abusing the candidates and
disturbing my neighbours.

My, my, me, me.

I live here as well, you know. Which is
why you should pay your taxes. Oh, my,

Daryl. All right, I will.

Good.

So how much is this vote going to cost
me, then?

350 quid.

What?

Where am I going to get that sort of
money from?

Come here, if you are. First little
obstacle and you pack it in. That's not

true. No?

Then prove me wrong.

All right, I will.

I'll bet. I mean it. We'll see.

350 quid.

Look, it's a second -hand phone. It's
never been used.

I'll give you a tenner for it and I'll
watch Love Story with you again.

A tenner?

All right, a score.

And I'll hold the Kleenex.

50 quid and that's Daryl's final offer.

You traitor.

You don't want me to have a vote, do
you?

You're a class traitor.

Look, you said Labour don't stand an
earthly. I don't know what you're

so wound up about.

I'm getting wound up because you're
winding me up.

If you're going to vote Tory, then
someone's got to cancel you out.

Our mum are turning her grave.

Our mum voted Tory all her life.

What?

She never said nothing to me.

Well, of course not. Because you nearly
had a cardiac when she told you about

the tooth fairies.

LAUGHTER What

is that?

That, Trace, is my poll tax.

Or it will be after a couple of days
door -to -door in good old more -money

-than -cents Chigwell.

Where's it from?

Dan Stans, Sitcoast Man.

I don't want his moody giving my...
Thank you very much. Oh, you hypocrite.

whole house is built on the profits of
crime.

I'm talking of bonking.

I'm fine.

I will now. Look who's here.

Here, door.

Do you want a radio alarm clock? Only £7
.50.

Make sure you don't oversleep in someone
else's bed.

Highly amusing, Sharon.

Now, I am here to talk elections.

Sharon, how are you going to vote?

Well... I thought I'd put a little cross
in the box next to the person's name.

Presumably your labour, Sharon.

Take my advice, Tracy.

Don't let her put up any posters of Neil
Kinnock in the windows. The house

prices will plummet.

And you, Tracy, will you stay true to
your working -class origins?

Oh, you must be joking.

Daryl's a Tory, so Tracy's got
conviction politics.

Same politics as the convicted.

Oh, then I was... Oh, in Tory?

Oh. What then, Tracey?

I ain't decided yet. You're a floater.

Oh, Tracey.

You're a bud.

A blossom waiting to ripen on the
political tree of love.

Oh, my God, it's gardener's question
time.

I don't know if I can be bothered to
vote at all. What?

You must vote. Women died to give us
that right.

You've got to vote Labour, Trace. You
can't betray your roots.

Of course I can.

I'll betray him every time I have my
streets put in. And so do you.

It's all right, Tracy.

Total political ignorance is nothing to
be ashamed of.

But look, do you care about the sort of
world your Garth will grow up in?

Of course I'll go.

Then it's easy. Vote Green.

Since when did you join the Greens,
Dorian? Since she saw that the Green

candidate was six foot three and she
thought, is that a cucumber in his

or is he just pleased to see me?

Not everything in my life revolves
around sex, Sharon.

No, but you're working on it, aren't
you?

My politics for one thing and my
marriage for another.

No, I shall vote green because I am
deeply concerned about global warming,

destruction of the rainforest, the
threat to the ozone layer and the

pollution. Right.

Put me down for green.

You can't do that. You haven't heard the
other arguments.

Well, I like that argument.

All right, stop glowing, Dorian. You'll
melt the polar ice cap.

Look, what about Labour, eh?

What about the NSDP?

I mean, the LPDS.

Oh, the orange ones.

Hare Krishna!

I ain't voting for them.

No, Sharon, it is right, Tracey. You
should hear all the arguments. Look.

There's the list of all the candidates.

Look, I'm dreaming of a white Chigwell.

Ah, that's the National Front fringe.

Look,

I'm meeting all these candidates at
Marcus's round table.

Suppose I try and persuade the main ones
to come and talk to you. Politicians

love floaters.

You must vote.

After all, democracy is the second best
idea a man ever had.

Mum bedding?

No.

Oh, great.

From Madonna's new type. Of course you
do. £2 .50, eh? What else you got?

Can of balls. Wet, wet, wet.

Barry Manilow.

Barry Manilow?

Yeah, well, that was in case your mum
answered the door. She's not complete,

Wally.

That's fair.

Labour Party badges.

Yeah, I've been doing a bit of
canvassing.

How much?

How much?

Yeah, a quid.

Yeah, you're all right, then.

Great.

Yeah? Are you into labour, then?

Give me a chance. I've only just got
into sex.

No. Just because my dad has so much to
do with Puckerman.

Give me five.

Badgers.

Yeah?

Now beat it. My dad sees you with them,
he'll set the Rottweiler on you.

He's a fascist. Mum's a neo -fascist.

I'm Rapunzel. Bye.

Come in.

But I'd better tell you, I'm in the
mood.

Don't worry, Mrs. Thompson. Nobody's in
the mood for the Labour Party in

Chigwell. In fact, our whole campaign is
a disaster.

A complete and utter nightmare.

This is the first time this week I
haven't been told to use the tradesman's

entrance.

I shouldn't be surprised if I lose my
deposit.

What? You've had to cancel your holiday?

sort of deposit, you doppo?

Turn my campaign into a horror movie.

Nightmare on Chigwell High Street.

You want me to vote for him?

Oh, it can't be that bad.

It's horrendous. It's made worse by the
obvious fact that I went to public

school. The whiz kids at Party HQ think
that puts me in with a chance, but

actually it just labels me class
traitor.

Oh, isn't he wicked, Sharon?

Betraying his roots.

But having no chance gives me one
extraordinary political advantage.

I can tell the absolute truth.

So what would you like to know?

Do you reckon Mrs T have read it off?

Well, there's two theories current. One,
the sexist view is that if only she

did, she might be left, you know.

And two, the very sexist one is that she
does and that's why she's... Crazy.

Why should I vote Labour?

Because the one thing we Brits have some
reason to flag wave about is the

National Health Service.

Hear, hear.

It's our greatest achievement as a
nation, and it could only have come from

Labour Party.

Free health care for all.

Well, except David Owen, of course.

Yeah, Dad?

Yeah, they went great.

Flubbed a lot.

Trouble is, I've still got to raise
another 100 quid, so what else you got?

Nothing!

But deliver as late as you like, eh?

I'll get a mega ear -bashing from Mother
Teresa.

Um... Two boiled rice, then half a dozen
poppadoms, please.

So,

you haven't made your mind up yet, then?

Not really.

Good.

Good, Tracey.

Have you moved in?

I am about to introduce Tracey to the
green candidate.

Hiya. A tenner says he's a winner of a
David Icke look -alike competition.

Done.

You can get it if you like, Sharon.

Who's David Ike? Who's David Ike? The
gorgeous Sid.

He's that gorgeous hunk who used to
present Fortnite.

I thought that was David Coleman.

If you think David Coleman's a gorgeous
hunk, you've been without a man for too

long.

Jill, this is Trainly, our floater.

Hi.

Thank you.

Well, where shall we start?

CFCs, deforestation, catalytic
converters.

I was catalytic the other night.

Sharon, be quiet. The grown -ups are
talking.

All right, then. Why should I vote
green?

Because we must all be deeply concerned
about global warming, about the

destruction of the rainforest, the
threat to the ozone layer and the

pollution.

I never saw your lips move once, Dorian.

That'll be my agent.

I'll go.

No, I'll go.

Here's my ass, Dorian. Her ass.

Her knocker. Her doorknob.

I bet this one's a David Icke lookalike.

Hadn't really noticed.

Oh, hello.

You must be the Jolly Green Giant.

Hi.

Hi, Jill.

Hi, Dorian.

Been talking shop?

Yeah, she's just about to recycle a
tenner.

Sharon, come here now.

I'm here, I'm here.

I want my kitchen back.

What are they?

They're teddy bears.

I can see that. I don't care what they
are. Get rid of them now.

Picnic in here.

Why? Well, help me load the car, then.

My car, you cheeky mare?

Hey, please, don't throw it. Why not?

They're not just teddy bears.

They're, um, what do you call them?

They're nicks, aren't they?

You get these out of my ass now.

Dorian's on her way round with the Tory.

I'll look like a thing.

You give me Daryl's vote, I wouldn't
have to do all this. Oh, oh, I see. So

my fault, is it?

Well, everything else in this house
seems to be yours.

This is Lawrence Clark, your
conservator. Good morning, Tracy.

What a lovely pair of bears.

Thank you.

Excuse me one tiny moment, please.

Sharon, take these bloody bears.

Excuse my French.

Give me the key ring, dear. Eh? The
ring. Give me the ring.

The ring.

What's this? The Tommy chap?

Marvellous. Security bears, eh?

Marvellous.

They're perfect little crime fighters,
aren't they? First class.

Sharon. Oh, Lawrence.

I could be right in assuming that you
hope for a certain amount of

entrepreneurial success with these,
then.

Oh, flog them, you mean?

Yeah, flog them, quite.

Uh, yeah.

Well, you know, how much are they?

Uh, score each, or, uh, five for a
tonne. Well, I'll take a tonne. I'll

tonnes right now. Right, you're on.

I love these. I think we could do a lot
of business in future.

Oh, uh, tell you what.

Here.

The right to security of our property is
a prime tenet of a free society.

We conservatives are, have been, and
ever shall be the party of law and

Personally, Tracy, when returned, I
shall be pressing for the most serious

reforms of our wishy -washy prison
system to make sure that the criminal

are off the streets sooner and for a
damn slight longer.

Lots of money. He bought the whole lot
for a Tory car boot sale.

Now, I've got enough money to buy
Daryl's vote and vote Labour.

Wicked, eh?

No, just par for the call.

You know, I quite liked him.

Well, vote for him, then.

I'm tempted.

But then you'll be doing that, won't
you? Oh, will I? Won't you?

You are a burk, Sharon. You know
nothing, you just assume everything.

Like what?

Like you assume I'll vote Tory.

And like you assume, I don't mind
listening to your assumptions.

Well, I do. I mind a lot.

Oh, you trying to kid.

You're Tory through and through, you
are.

Like a stick of Chigwell rock.

Yeah, and you call yourself a socialist
so you flog knocked off gear to Tories

because you cheated on your poll tax.

Pathetic. Excuse me?

Which bank raid paid for this kitchen,
eh?

All right, so I use your things.

But you know what I've put back?

Life.

I hold you up, Tracy Stubbs.

Without me, you'd be in sackcloth and
ashes wailing till 1997 like the

Ayatollah's mum.

I can cope without you.

voting card right?

pine chairs.

Mr. Tables.

Love them.

Where's me bed?

A blatant photon.

Kill him.

I have to sleep on the couch.

Oh, where's me couch?

He can't do this to me.

Drink, Tracy.

No.

Oh.

Thinking about Daryl?

No.

Nice and quiet, though, isn't it?

No.

Oh, don't worry, Tracy. She'll be dead
in a minute.

Hello? Hello, Trace.

No, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'll miss you and all.

You stay put, I'll get a taxi.

Bye.

What are you looking at?

I'm sorry, Trace. You were right.

It is your hair.

No, I'm sorry.

It's theirs.

No, it's yours.

Are we sure? Oh, don't start.

Here's Daryl's voting card.

And here's the 350 quid.

Minus the taxi fare.

You'll never get away with it. It's a
350 quid, I think.

Mr Darrell Stubbs?

Yes. You seem rather well endowed.

Actually, it's a bit embarrassing, but
it's all part of the process, you see.

Process?

Yes. I have to live a whole year as a
woman before I can have the final

operation, you know.

Snip, snip.

Bob's your auntie.

Have a look. Oh, no, no, no.

And we'll be going over to Julian to get
the result.

Oh, I'd like to get a result with
Julian. It's the shirt, I think. Oh, no,

my... Oh, look at this smile to die for.

Good evening from Chigwell Town Hall. Is
it the Town Hall? Come on.

Behave yourself, Dorian. Normally, there
isn't anything for Labour supporters to

get excited about in this conservative
stronghold, but tonight... Yes?

Tonight is an exception.

Even Chigwell was the revolution!

Of course, Labour haven't won.

Oh.

But at least this time round, they've
saved their deposit.

Hooray!

and saved it by an incredible margin of
just one vote.

That was me! That was me! Excuse me,
that was me!

Well, I couldn't vote Tory after what he
said about the prison.

Actually, it was me.

Bloody two -timing greens.

Trust us to give you more of what you
need after the break with a good old

in the form of more birds of a feather.

And trust is an issue for Tracy and
Daryl as he suspects their therapist is

cracking on to her.