All language subtitles for 2Point4 Children s07e02 When Saturday Comes

Nothing.

I was just making a list, you know,
things to take to university with me.

That's nothing to cry about, is it?

I suppose not.

Come on, tell me what you've got down so
far.

Um, right.

Towels, mugs, a kettle.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Carry on.

A jar of coffee, tea bags, a new
dressing gown.

Walkman.

Alarm clock.

Water bottle.

What about a portable radio?

I've got that.

And a make -up mirror.

Oh, we must stop there. Why?

Your father and David will be back in a
minute. We don't want them to find us

like this, do we?

No, I suppose not.

Good.

Oh,

God, no.

4 -1 at home. Why?

11 weeks without a win.

Tragic.

Where did you find all this stuff?

Wait till you've been with Tony for a
bit longer, then you can have an

archaeological dig through his clothes
cupboard.

Oh, I can't without that one. You think
so?

And how about... Are there any?

No, thanks.

Oh, Ben, definitely.

I haven't seen any of those for ages.

He last wore them to go and see T -Rex
and serves them right.

When did he last wear these?

They were a Christmas present from my
mother.

Do you wear them when she comes round?

You're in no position to mock.

They were a Christmas present too.

What, the actual present or just the
ribbon and bow from one?

Don't be nasty. It's for charity.

No, it isn't. It's a load of junk we
want to get rid of and feel superior.

No, it isn't. It's all useful.

Most of it's all right. Some people
would be very glad of these. What

Well, you know, poor, unemployed,
tasteless people.

Come on, let's bag it up.

I'm going to eat live.

This is their last week together.

Oh.

Saturday's their last day.

You all right?

Sorry, it just hits me sometimes.

She'll be back from time to time. There
are some things you can only get at

home. Yes, your washing done for you.

And speaking of goodbye, at last I can
finally say farewell to these.

What are those?

Men's Y -fronts. You've probably never
seen any that are still before.

What about them?

Do you know how many times I've tried to
get rid of these? The famous haunted

underpants.

Every time I try to dispose of them,
they mysteriously make their way back

the drawer again, as if by unseen
forces.

Perhaps they've got a boomerang
concealed in them. Not so I've noticed.

Well, it's been nice knowing you, but
your time has come at last.

Well, he must want to keep them for some
reason. Oh, no, he doesn't. It's just

because they're there.

He's always hoarding ridiculous things
he's never going to wear again.

What was that?

Oh, no, nothing. It's a mistake.
Shouldn't be here.

Oh, come on. Come on, Bill. You know
what we talked about. There's absolutely

point in our doing all this if we're
going to keep taking things out because

we're still attached to them.

What was that, then?

Well, that's different. That was a
special thing.

Would you still wear that?

Well, I... Hold it up.

Put it back.

Well, what about your thing? Would you
still wear that?

Well, actually... Hold it up.

Well, no more exceptions for either of
us, agreed?

Agreed.

I'm going to hurry if I'm going to get
to that charity shop before it closes.

Right.

See you tomorrow? Yeah.

Bye. Bye. Bye -bye.

Like that, are you?

Where have you been anyway?

To buy this.

What?

To lay at the gates of White Hart Lane.

You're not taking this all a bit too
seriously at all?

Seriously?

Seriously? After all, it is only a
football team.

Only a football team?

Yes.

Oh, you know, women aren't capable of
understanding what it's all about.

No.

Aren't they?

No offence.

Yes, it is all a little intellectual for
me, isn't it?

22 men put on shiny nylon outfits nobody
would be seen dead in for any other

reason, run about on a bit of grass, and
every now and then kick a small

spherical object into a little net,
whereupon they all cabalt about like

Beauty on heat and pull their shirts off
their heads to show their stomachs.

Did I leave anything out?

That is not what it's all about.

Well, what is it all about, then?

The savage, brutal scent of tribal
union, the majestic and dreadful theatre

battle, the comradeship, glory, honour.

And the stomachs? I told you she
wouldn't understand.

Well, explain it to me, then I'm sure
I'm quite capable of appreciating it.

All right.

We have to win the next... three matches
on the next three Saturdays. Yes.

No. You don't understand.

We have to win the next three matches on
the next three Saturdays.

Why? Because we need the points! We've
got to win all three of them!

Well, what if you don't?

You tell her! We go down. Don't you
realise what that means?

Yes, you go down.

It means disaster, ruin, dishonour.

Oh. Well, perhaps things will get
better. We've got two hands and a groin

injury. How on earth were they slicing
it?

We've got no chance.

We're doomed!

Oh, for God's sake, stop it. Perhaps
you'll get lucky.

Lucky? Yes, perhaps you've had bad luck
up till now. Something might change it.

Could it?

Of course it could. So you see, you
don't have to spend the rest of the day

whining pitifully.

She could be right.

It could be our luck.

And luck can change. What could change
it?

We'll see what can change it.

Roll on next Saturday.

New tank came in, so I thought I'd put
it in straight away.

Oh, good.

I'm sorry about the dinky toy.

I sent my assistant out for some stuff
on Monday. Don't worry. We'll soon get a

new one. Will it take long? No, I'll be
done by lunchtime.

Come in.

I've been all over the place for this.
Where is he?

He's not back yet. Are you going to
bring those in here?

What, lugged this lot back to the lock
-up when I should have knocked off an

hour ago? I'm not DHL, unless it stands
for Dirty, Hungry and Lackered.

I'm sure he won't be long.

What's all this, then?

Tears on my pillow?

Come into the kitchen. I'll make you a
cup of tea while you're waiting.

Oh, thanks. Or would you rather have
coffee?

I'd rather have a sandwich. I'm
starving.

Oh, sorry. We've just run out of bread.
I'm about to go shopping.

Oh, well, don't you worry about me.

I'll just watch you eat whilst I play a
xylophone solo on me ribs.

Have this then.

Are you sure?

Thank you very much.

Don't mention it.

Oh.

What's in these?

Sardines. I hate sardines. Give it back
then. No. I'll force it down somehow.

At last.

Hi, Chloe.

Jen.

Good.

Where have you been? It's nearly two.

I've been doing this thing called work.
I'll explain it to you sometime.

Oh, well, you try finding ten metres of
half -inch copper on a Saturday

lunchtime, just before they close.

All right. How much?

Twenty. I must have seen you coming.

Yeah, and for the same you can see me
going.

Cheap to price.

Those were completely disgusting.

Don't mention it.

See you on Monday.

Where's David? Stick off at three? In
the garden, making a sign that says we

robbed. Top of the bar.

Clive, anything I can get you before...

Well, I

suppose.

Yeah, it's time we... We may as well get
this over with.

Yeah.

Probably for the best.

Yeah.

Have a good time. I will. Well, not that
sort of good time.

You know what I mean.

I know.

See you.

See you.

Jenny?

What's going on?

Nothing. What happened to We Was Rocked?
I thought it was a bit nasty.

Yeah, that's much more classy.

That's just for a one -something to
lose. This is for something nil.

You are not taking that. I'm not
finished at the minute.

It's like having Juliana as your mother.

Well, we won't be needing that anyway.

I thought you were having a bath.

It's running.

Take heart, my son. I told you, today we
are going to win.

Was that a pig flying past the window?

Nothing to worry about. I have decided
to wear my lucky pants.

What? My lucky pants. I'd forgotten all
about them until you reminded me

yesterday. Oh?

My lucky pants have never let me down.
Even more on my wedding day.

I'll get you that sign back.

Oh, ye of little faith. Do you doubt the
power of the pants? What do they do?

How do you think we won the World Cup in
66?

Pants. Damon Hill winning the
championship?

Pants. What about when Henry Cooper met
Cassius Clay? He lost.

Exactly. I wasn't wearing any pants at
all. How do you think Brotherhood of Man

won the Eurovision Song Contest with
Sayuki?

He certainly wasn't talent. Oh, no.

Pants.

Once I pull on the pants, our troubles
are over. Yes.

These pants, what colour are they?

It's sort of green with things on. With
a frayed elastic waistband. You do

remember our wedding night. No, I'm just
worried you might not be able to find

them. Oh, no. I know exactly where they
are.

They're at the back of my cupboard
underneath my looms. Oh, good.

David, make a new sign. We're staying
up. All right.

Can I help you find anything?

Uh, yes.

Do you have any underpants?

Yes, of course I do.

No. Old underpants.

With loose elastic.

Oh, uh, buckle this way. We could have a
look at them to see if they're old

enough. No, thank you. Mr. Fortman, what
are you doing?

She wants to see my underwear.

Oh, it's a misunderstanding.

Could you go and serve that gentleman
over there?

Oh, I don't blame you.

He's rather a hunk, isn't he?

No sign of any of our things here.

Have you put out everything you've been
donated yet?

Oh, we don't actually keep everything we
receive in the shop.

Oh? Order items we send abroad for
bundles to third world countries.

I'm a dead woman.

for him as well.

Yeah, I know.

Unbelievable.

I'm stunned.

I know. You couldn't sign the lucky
pants.

Five nil. I've got something to tell
you. Five nil.

That is disappointing, but it's not the
end of the world. Five nil? To us?

I just... What? You mean you won?

We slaughtered them.

It was beautiful.

Glory, glory to the monster!

Glory, glory to the monster! Thank you
very much. You see, I told you your luck

would change.

So, what was it you wanted to talk to me
about?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Good. So, family conference.

What? Come on, Jen. Let's not need
everyone.

I have to. Everyone has a part to play.
Come on. But you won.

That's right. We won.

We won despite me not being able to find
the pants.

So, you'll realise what this means.

You don't need them.

Exactly. This is not a pants phenomenon,
which means... I don't know.

The luck must have come from something
else.

What?

Precisely. What?

What did we do today that gave us the
luck? How should we know? It could have

been anything.

Now we come to the point. At last.

Something we did today gave us the luck,
but we don't know what.

And since we don't know what gave us the
luck, we'll have to do everything we

did today again before the next game.

What on earth are you talking about?

Next Saturday, we'll have to do
everything exactly the same as we did

Oh, I see. Then we'll be lucky again.
Brilliant.

Not brilliant. It's stupid.

But whatever we did, it made us win.

You might have won anyway.

How could we have won anyway?

We're useless.

What?

We're terrible.

What's David?

He's right. You see?

But you just came in yelling about how
great you are.

Oh, no, that's different. That's
bravado. You need bravado when a team of

gits like our lot.

Then why do you go and watch them every
Saturday?

We're supporters.

Now, it's definitely luck that's made us
win. You don't know what made you win.

Well, that's the point, isn't it? If I'd
found the pants, we'd know what made

the difference. But as it is, we can't
take any chances.

Oh, great.

So, we all know what we have to do next
Saturday.

Agreed?

New tank came in. Thought I'd put it in
straight away.

You already put it in? Fault in the
design. They've all been recalled.

Sorry about the dinky toy.

I had to send my assistant out for some
stuff for Monday.

It's all right. It'll be done by
lunchtime.

Let's just get on with it. Then if they
lose the match, they can't blame the

whole thing on us. All right. Come here.

I told that dizzy cow she was too early.

Oh, it's you.

Oh, don't be too pleased to see me. I've
just given up another lunch hour to

continue my new life as one of the Marx
Brothers.

There already is a groucho.

Am I going to have to starve to death
two weeks running as well? No.

I thought you two had split up.

We have.

Here we are, all for you. What's this? A
sardine sandwich.

What? You've got to eat it all up. Oh,
just a minute.

Say what?

Oh, wonderful.

Can't I just pretend?

No. What?

Hello, Christine's just eating her
sardine sandwich.

Good. Now, you did get the same stuff,
didn't you? Yes. From the same place?

Yes. Right, how much?

30. Right, hang on.

It was 20 last week.

Well, the extra 10's for pain and
suffering.

20, exactly the same as last time.

Can I go now? Yep.

You've left a bit.

Thanks for reminding me.

It's a pleasure.

You'd better add work.

Right, I'll go and run a bar. Right.

Is that it?

Yes.

Thanks for doing this.

That's all right.

So...

This is really goodbye this time.

Looks like it.

Right.

Bye, then.

Bye.

See you.

See you.

Was he all right?

Yeah. You know, it's live.

Always a good boy.

Always a nice boy.

Always in control.

Never any... blaze of unnecessary
passion.

You should be upstairs.

If you do anything to alter the sequence
of events, the whole thing could fall

apart. I'm going.

Right, what's the time?

Here it is. Two cages. What do you
think?

Oh, yes. Great, great.

Tear it up.

Make another one.

Right, all we need now is Rona.

All we need now is...

Go and get changed and see if the bath's
worth it.

Right. Hang on a minute.

Where do you think you're going?

What do you mean?

Well, when I came back down from my bath
last week, you two weren't here.

Yes. Well, where did you go?

Just to the shops.

Which shops?

Well, it doesn't really matter what
shops. Just go back to the same one.

All right, if you say so.

And I don't mean you tell me you'll go
back and you just pretend.

Would we do that?

I want you to promise me you'll actually
go back.

Plenty of space is on the ground floor.

I don't want anything. I just had to
come back.

Not as much.

I've got my string left on today.

Oh, God.

Rona!

Rona!

If I have to go back there ever again,
I'll probably have to sleep with him.

What about me?

At least you don't have to go through
saying goodbye to your boyfriend forever

every week.

Well, at least we did what they wanted.
They'll probably lose the match and we

can forget this whole stupid business.

Practically home and dry.

I suppose you want food now?

Oh, just something to keep us going till
tea time.

I don't find something made of sugar and
fat.

Hmm, just the thing to finish a perfect
day?

So, we all performed our little part
satisfactorily then?

Oh, as well as you could, yeah. Of
course, you'll be a bit more practised

time.

What did you say?

Well, it was all a bit all over the
place, wasn't it? It was a good job I

there to remind you what to do. Still,
be better next week.

We are not going through this ridiculous
charade again.

But it works. We've proved it. Tim, no.

We'll lose that match.

I don't care.

You don't care, do you?

No. It doesn't matter to you whether we
go down or not. Why should it? There are

more important things in the world.

Didn't I tell you?

Oh, don't start all that again. We know
all about it.

Disaster, ruin, dishonour.

Dishonour.

Exactly. What is all this rubbish about
dishonour? Well, if you don't know, why

don't you go and ask the Manchester
United supporters at the end of the

Why? care what happens if they're
Manchester United supporters.

They care a lot. That's why I bet them.
I see.

You bet them?

What did you bet them?

Dad told them the day we went down we'd
dance around the precinct dressed as the

Spice Girls.

What? They provoked me!

Dressed as the Spice Girls?

We just won 5 -1 and we're making
cracks.

What was I supposed to do?

aren't even fashionable anymore.

Well, why couldn't you have said, I
don't know, the prodigy or something?

How could I have dressed as someone in
the prodigy? I'd look ridiculous.

What on earth possessed you to say
something so completely stupid and

He made me do it.

Yes, you did. You let me on. I was only
going to bet him a fiver. I was just

waving the sign at them. You said it. I
don't care who said it. Look at the

situation you've got yourself into.
You'd better win next week or I'll die.

right, all right. Just calm down.

There's no need to panic.

We all know what we have to do next
week. Agreed?

We must.

See? We've done it once. Next Saturday
should be a piece of cake.

replacements and cut back on the
recalls. Do you know how many fish

there, eh?

There's made in Sheffield.

I think you'd better get yourself ready
for your appearance as a Spice Girl.

My appearance as a Spice Girl? Yes.

Oh, no.

I said if we went down, we'd all dress
as the Spice Girls.

What? Oh, don't be so silly.

It's got nothing to do with luck.
They've still got a 50 -50 chance of

the game.