All language subtitles for Bless This House s06e05 Remember Me

How's your love life?

Complicated and crowded.

All right for some.

What's happened to the trifle? There was
half a dish left.

I ate it. All of it?

Well, you finished off the apple pie at
lunchtime.

Father not home yet? What, Dad?

Yes, you remember Daddy. He's a middle
-aged chap, about five foot nine, with

watery eyes and fallen arches.

Don't speak like that about your father.

And there's nothing matter with his
arches, now that he's had them seen to.

Who did the job, then? Macalpines?

Don't be rude.

That's funny.

Where's your father's dinner gone?

His dinner?

You haven't eaten your father's dinner.

I didn't know it was his.

That was the last of the roast beef.

What am I going to do?

Hello?

Well, you better think of something
quickly. Here he is.

Oh, you know how he likes a hot meal
when he comes in.

Perhaps he won't have much of an
appetite tonight, Mummy.

Yeah, he'll probably have something at
work. He won't even mention it.

All right, Cedric. Here you are, mate.
Have a little snack.

All right, mate.

I'm starving.

Give me a note.

Hello, my darling.

I'm starving. Where is it?

Where's what?

The dinner.

I told you.

Told him what?

Nothing, darling. What sort of day did
you have? Oh, I'll tell you about it

later. Is it ready? Did you have a good
day, Daddy? Yeah, yeah, lovely day.

Thank you very much. What is it?

It's roast beef.

I love you.

Roast beef. Thank you. My feet.

Do you mind?

Did you?

Just a minute.

There are millions of people all over
the world that will not be having any

dinner tonight.

Finish it. What?

Finish it. Greens and all.

But, darling... Knock it back.

If you insist. Thank you very much.

Right, darling.

I'm ready for mine.

Yours won't be long, darling. It's your
favourite.

Yes? Beans on toast.

Beans on toast.

He's got roast beef.

Well, there's a reason for that. What
reason?

That was yours.

Was it?

I'm sorry, Dad. You see, it was in the
oven and I didn't... sprout.

All right.

Bring on the baked beans.

For afters, I'll have trifle.

Trifle? Yes, trifle.

It's a trifle skunk.

Sorry, Daddy. I ate it.

Apple pie?

burden on myself.

Can I put my name down for a cup of
coffee?

Oh, if that's all you want, Daddy, I'll
get it for you.

I thought you were on a diet.

I was.

As it happens, I lost half a stone.

What do you do, have a leg off?

He's a growing lad.

The only thing growing on him is his
head.

Don't get upset, Sid. You'll give
yourself indigestion.

No, thanks. Just coffee.

It's no good snapping at me.

Just because you've had a bad day.

I've not had a bad day. I've had a very
good day. I told you.

Today I sold 26 gross of ball points, 11
gross plastic blotters. It's payday.

I've got three months overtime and my
half yearly bonus.

How much is it?

Well, I'll get myself a new suit, some
fishing tackle, a couple of fog lamps

the car.

I might even go out and get myself a
decent dinner.

I've just remembered.

We've got that beautiful steak in the
deep freeze.

And I've got a fruitcake upstairs, Dad.
Bring your father's slippers down.

Here's your coffee, Daddy, and today's
paper.

Yeah. He doesn't want that.

Give him a whiskey.

He can drink it while I'm making the
steak.

Well done with tomatoes and mushrooms
and chips.

I'll go out and get you some ice cream,
Daddy.

And there's that big fat cigar we had
left over from Christmas.

Well, hurry up. Your poor father's
sitting there waiting.

Is there something we need, Sid?

No.

No.

No.

But think of the work it'll save.

And a dishwasher isn't a luxury anymore.

How do we manage to do without one for
25 years?

Because the necessity is only necessary
when everybody else gets the necessity.

Then it becomes a necessity.

So you want a new dishwasher?

You want a new outfit and a pair of
shoes?

You did say you might buy me some,
Daddy.

How much is your claim in for?

Twenty quid. Two second -hand speakers.

Quadraphonic.

No, no, no.

Intrepid.

Thank you, sir.

That makes it quadraphonic.

Seems to me that my only function in
this house is a sort of walk -in wage

packet. And if I didn't flog myself to
death, you lot would be right in the

cart.

Come to think of it, you are in the
cart.

And I'm the poor bloody horse that's
pulling it.

You'll have to forget it, Mum. We're
flogging a dead horse.

I'll murder it.

We appreciate it, darling.

And we're always doing things for you,
aren't we? Yes.

Such as?

Well, tell him, Sally.

Well, Daddy, we... Don't we, Mike? What?

Oh, yes, yes.

For example, the shelf.

Shelf? Yes.

Yes. might put up a shelf in the garage,
especially for you. He spent all

afternoon doing it, and I helped him. So
did I. I helped the lad up.

What shelf?

In the garage, to put all your things
on.

You know, you're always complaining
about the fact you need another shelf in

garage. I've put one up for you.

Especially for you.

Especially for himself, to put his own
rubbish on. Come on, I took O -level in

woodwork, you know. You've failed it.

Do you remember that cigarette box he
made me? Two inches square it was.

Had to break all my fags in half to get
them in there.

It was not a cigarette box. It was for
cufflinks.

Well, next time you make something for
me, put a label on it and I'll know what

it's for.

Well, I agree with Mummy. I think you're
being very unfair.

All right, all right. Let's go and have
a look at this marvellous piece of

master carpentry.

You wait till you see it.

It's finished, isn't it? Well,
practically.

Is it?

Yes. Now, we can put all these things up
on the shelf and we can move the table

out until your car will fit in here
nicely.

A tatty -looking thing, isn't it?

Oh, don't be silly, Sid. It's as solid
as a rock.

Now, isn't that worth a dishwasher and a
new outfit and shoes?

And my speakers?

Right. Come on. Hang on, hang on. Just a
minute.

If you were to think that this is my
shelf, could we stop putting my rubbish

it before Chip and Aileen... Oh, no,
forget it, Dan. Do it later.

Do it later. Here's me.

Hold that.

My shelf there?

My dinner plate, please.

Yep.

Satisfied? Amazed.

Dinner plate.

Yes, I think so.

Should be coming round any minute.

Probably some concussion.

How did he do it?

Something fell on his head.

A shelf.

You see, it had just been put up and it
came down.

Well, you ought to be more careful,
silly man.

I don't know, these do -it -yourself
maniacs, they can cause havoc, you know.

It wasn't his fault.

That's what they all say. There are far
too many of these accidents in the home.

It wasn't an accident in the home.

Oh, I see. I'm sorry.

It was in the garage.

Well, wherever it was, he should have
had more sense.

You really ought to find him another
hobby, you know.

Can't even erect a shelf without
knocking himself out.

Oh, he didn't do it.

We did it. All of us together.

We knocked him out.

Ah, I think he's coming round.

I'm out.

Are you all right?

Daddy?

I shouldn't bother him too much. He
needs rest and quiet.

Look, keep a careful eye on him and...

Phone me if you get worried about
anything.

Yes, yes, I think he's going to be all
right.

Has he had any giddy turns recently or
any other complaints?

Oh, no, no complaints.

He's very happy here.

You all right, Dad?

Sorry about the shelf.

better, Daddy.

Daddy?

Where am I?

You're at home.

Home?

Who are you?

What do you mean, who am I?

Doctor? It's all right, Mr. Abbott. Take
it easy. You've had a bump on the head.

Sid, it's me, Jean.

Jean? Jean who?

Just keep calm, Mrs Abbott. It sometimes
happens after a bump on the head. It's

probably temporary amnesia.

Do you mean he's lost his memory?

For the moment, yes. Oh, good.

Then he won't remember it was me that
put the shelf up.

Doctor,

will you please tell these shocking
people here to get out and leave me

please? Oh, Sid!

Especially her.

together, you must remember something.

Yeah.

All I got in my head is a vague thing
about a shed.

You don't remember a shelf?

Shelf? Yes.

In a sort of shed.

The doctor said he must have rest, peace
and quiet.

Can I get you anything, darling?

No, thank you.

What's the matter?

He's not well.

Huh?

Oh, come on, Sid.

Wakey, wakey. You're not dead yet.

Got a temperature, has he?

Who is this scruffpot?

There you are. When he can't be bad,
he's still got the old sense of humour.

Got a nasty bump on his head.

Has he?

Oh, yeah, there's a little lump, look.
Just there.

Who the hell are you?

How do you make?

He's lost his memory.

Lost his memory?

Yes. The doctor said it sometimes
happens after a blow on the head.

What, you mean he can't remember
anything?

Nothing. Completely blank.

Blown his tiny little mind.

Well, that could be very serious, then.
Why?

Because he owes me ten quid, that's why.
I mean, if he forgets... At a time like

this? Well, I'm sorry, Jean, but I don't
see why I should suffer.

He doesn't even remember me.

Well, don't worry, Mummy. It'll come
back.

Of course it will.

I could be an old age pensioner by then
and he won't be interested in me

anymore. Yes, he will. He'll be an old
age pensioner as well.

Good, I'll see.

Yeah, I've heard about cases like this
before, you know. There's only one way

get his memory back.

What's that?

Give him another whack on the head.

We can't do that.

We can't just hit him on the head as he
lies there. Why not?

We've done it to him once already.

Mike, that's your father lying there.

Here, Mike, have you got a medical
dictionary?

Yeah. Well, see what it says under
amnesia. Will you shut up the lot of

please, and give me some peace?

Has he had his supper?

Yes.

I don't remember having any supper.

Would you like some more, Daddy?

There's nothing left, dear.

Oh, yes, Mummy. There's some kidneys in
the freezer.

Oh, Sally, you know your father can't
stand kidneys.

If he's lost his memory, he won't
remember that he can't thank his miss,

he? And leisure can be due to softening
of the brain in older people as they

become more feeble, absent -minded,
emotional, and finally, demented.

I am not demented!

Now, shut up, Elodie, and leave me
alone.

What's the time, sir?

How is he, Mummy?

I think he's dozed off.

Oh, isn't it awful, Sally?

Oh, don't get upset.

But what if he never gets his memory
back?

What if he never recognises me again?

Well, he's still the same man, isn't he?
I mean, if he fell in love with you

once, he'll fall in love with you again,
won't he? He might not.

Oh, of course he will.

It could be like when you first met.

He's bound to feel the same.

He sees you, gets to know you, falls in
love with you.

We come to the wedding, Sally's the
bridesmaid and I'm the best man.

That's not funny.

But, Sally, I'm like a stranger to him.
Like somebody he's never met or

associated with or known intimately.

Who could that be?

Come in.

Excuse me.

What time do we usually go to bed?

About now.

About now.

Do we usually go up together, Yvonne?

My name's Jean.

Oh, Jean.

I said Jean, Ed.

Who's Yvonne, then?

Charlie! Never mind, Mummy.

Still a complete blank, then.

Who did you say you were?

This is your only son.

Oh, that's right, yes.

Only got the one, have we?

I mean, this is it.

upstairs. You must be tired.

Yes, I am. Yes, thank you.

Which way do I go?

Oh, through the hall, up the stairs,
second on the left. It's a double bed,

she's a real cracker. Name's Jean
Abbott.

You coming up, then?

I'll be up in a minute.

See you there.

Excuse me.

Well, go on, then, Mummy.

We'll lock up.

I know it sounds silly, but I feel
nervous.

Oh, come on.

But he even had to ask my name. I'm like
a stranger to him.

Perhaps he doesn't even like me.

Well, of course he does.

Go on, Mum. You go on up to bed. If he
sees something familiar, it might bring

his memory back.

Go on,

Mummy. You can't sit here all night.

All right, then.

You're in bed, then?

Yeah.

We've got foundies on the chair over
there.

They are mine, aren't they?

Yes.

Quite a nice room, this.

Yes.

We've lived here long, haven't we?

Do you really not remember me?

No, nothing, no.

And you don't remember being in here
before?

No.

You don't even remember... No, no, I
don't.

Well, how do you feel about me?

Well, you're not bad.

For your age, you know.

Thank you.

Well, aren't you going to get undressed?

Yes. Good.

Well, go on, it's all right. Go on, go
on.

Perhaps I'd better sleep on the sofa
downstairs.

Oh, that's silly, isn't it? I mean, this
is your bed, isn't it?

I'll just get a nightie.

Nightie? She don't want to bother with a
nightie.

Oh, I think I will.

For tonight.

Mummy,

what are you doing?

How do I look?

I wouldn't want your father to think he
was married to some old frump.

You see, it's as if he's never met me.

I won't be a minute, Sid.

It's like being on a second honeymoon.

Mummy.

Yes, dear.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Hello, darling.

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

Doc, did you want to see him?

Well, we were going fishing tomorrow.

Still, if he can't remember... Look, I
suppose he hasn't mentioned that ten

quid, has he?

No.

You can carry the tray out.

There you are, Dad.

Twenty pounds.

All you've got to do is sign it.

You're quite sure I arranged this,
weren't you? Oh, yes, Daddy.

And then you are very precious to me.

You did sort of agree to it when you
were normal.

Mike, Sally, I'm ashamed of you.

taking advantage of your father at a
time like this.

Now, I told you not to bother him with
that.

Don't you give them a penny, Sid. You
hadn't agreed to anything.

And now?

No.

Mum, it's for you.

It's the department store in town.
They'd like to know when they can

that washing machine you ordered this
morning.

I'll take the call downstairs.

Hang on a minute, please.

Terrific. Come on, Sal.

See you later, Daddy. Yes, all right.

May I sit?

It's called breakfast.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Yeah, well, I thought I'd pop up and
have a little chat.

Thank you.

Well, what would you like to chat about?

Well, there's not much we can chat
about, is there? No. Considering your

are blank.

I mean, we can't even chat about that
ten quid you owe me.

What ten quid?

Yeah, I thought not.

Hello, I'm off.

Hello. How about our fishing tomorrow?

Yeah, well, I thought we'd chill out
about half an hour, you know, and pick

the... How come you...

You've been having everybody, you know
what I mean?

I did lose my memory for about half an
hour, that's all, maybe an hour. And it

came back after you went home. And have
you told Jean and the kids? You were

joking.

I don't want to spoil all this.

Breakfast in bed, blimey.

Newspaper, having it easy.

I'm enjoying myself.

All right, thank you.

Bye.

Mike? Sally?

So I said, do we go up together, Yvonne?

And then I said, you don't want to
bother with the nightie.

Hang on.

It's the air in our seat.

See, it's a pub.

It's round the corner.

I hope I never heard of it.

Sid Abbott. Hello, Fifi.

One new outfit and a pair of shoes.

My speakers.

Thank you.

I can't.

Why not?

I've forgotten how to sign my name.