All language subtitles for Leonard and Hungry Paul s01e06.eng

- VOICEOVER:
- As the page turned on

the most difficult chapter of his
life...

..Leonard felt ready to face
whatever the universe had in store.

Good morning. Did you see
that last night?

- I'm telling you, man.
Aliens. - Hi, Michael.

- Ah, there he is. Man of the hour.
- Good morning, Mark.

Have I got news for you?

Oh.

Now, Lenny...

..I had a great meeting
with the guys at Factorial.

- Some seriously
sharp people there. - And?

And you're going to be a busy man.

They liked my book.

Liked your book?
Ah, that's not even the half of it.

Let me tell you,
they loved it. Loved it!

I've never seen such a positive
reaction.

But they said it wasn't for them.

They said it was more of a storybook
than a fact book.

Fell between two stools.
But I said no.

I said it was a masterwork
and they simply couldn't pass.

And?

They passed anyway.

But then I pitched an idea of my own

for the next volume
of Facts At My Fingertips.

Submarines.

Submarines.

I know, right?

But that's not the best part.
My book will be waterproof,

like a submarine,
so the kids can read it in the bath,

or a pool or the sea, a river.

I mean, the possibilities are
endless.

So, Lenny, I need a treatment.
Like, nothing long,

just ten to 15 pages. You know,
what is life like on a submarine?

Are giant squids a problem?

Are giant squids even a thing?

But, anyway, I need this by Monday.

It's our top priority.

In a small but significant
rebellion,

Leonard knew it was time to let
Mark Baxter see another side of him.

Unfortunately,
I've got plans this weekend, Mark,

but it sounds like
you've got a good handle on it.

Oh, and giant squids are definitely
a thing.

After years of writing
for Mark Baxter,

Leonard decided to speak
for himself...

OK.

..and it felt quietly,
wonderfully liberating.

What did you do?

Shelley's quit.

Oh.

I thought you knew.

That's a shame.

I thought you two made a pretty
good couple.

PHONE RINGS

But how would I know
what makes a good couple?

I've been engaged three times.

Three times?

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Hello? Tech support.

No, Dolores,

we can't fix
your hair straighteners.

While steadfastly continuing
his relief postal work...

..Hungry Paul was yet
to officially start

his new role within
the Mime Association.

- However...
- Morning, Mrs Brown.

..in a shameless
moment of moonlighting,

he began to get the message out
about his first official event.

The world had made an enemy
of silence.

It had become something unwelcome,
to be broken or filled...

..and Hungry Paul realised that

before the public could be persuaded
about mime...

..they would first have to
appreciate

the virtues of quietness itself.

Returning to the place
where quietness was cherished,

Hungry Paul was looking forward to
sharing his news with Mrs Hawthorn.

Whilst the silence undoubtedly felt
different this time,

Hungry Paul enjoyed it
for both of them.

My baby girl is
getting married tomorrow.

Your last night as a single woman.

Do you think Aunt Sarah
will be annoyed

I didn't ask her to bake my cake?

God, no. Not at all. No.

Probably a little bit.

- Er...
- Well, you know what your sister's like.

DOOR BANGS

Only me.

- Hello, love.
- News from the outside world?

Nothing much.

Like a problematic tooth,

news was something that needed
to be extracted from Hungry Paul.

CORK POPS

- Hi, Gracie.
- Hi.

So as not to steal any limelight,

he had decided to wait
until after Grace's wedding

to tell his family about
his new job.

So, what's for dinner?

Boeuf bourguignon.

- With carrots.
- That's how it comes.

That's fine. I'll deal with it.

Mm. Well good.

Hungry Paul had a lifelong dislike
of carrots,

a grudge that showed no sign of
softening,

no matter how they were cooked.

Yes. Great. Well, then...

- Ah, Leonard. Come in.
- Hello.

- Hello, love.
- Have a seat. - May I?

- How's it all going?
- All right.

And he didn't want his friend
to suffer the same fate.

- WHISPERS:
- Watch out for carrots.

Fa?

Fa.

- As in do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti,
do. - Dictionary.

- Damn it!
- Ha!

Ye of little faith.

- I'm going to miss this.
- Aww.

It's going to be strange

not having you around
so much after the wedding.

It's nice to have something
to look forward to.

Well, here's an idea.

We could renew our vows.

I'd rather amend them.

Oooh!

Joking aside, it's more than that,
though.

It just feels like
the end of something, you know?

It's a new chapter in my life,
and for our family.

I worry that somehow nothing's ever
going to quite be the same again.

Careful, Gracie, love.
You'll set your father off.

Oh, Dad! Don't be sad.

Oh, no. No, it's not that.

It's...

It's these damn letters!

They're all consonants.

OK.

Maybe you should renew your
"vowels".

Hmm-hmm.

Oh.

- I see you still haven't told him
about your new job yet. - Hmm.

After the wedding.

This is Grace's big moment.

I assume that's why you haven't
brought up Shelley, either.

I don't think stories

of failed romance should be on
the menu at a time like this.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

- Bye, Leonard.
- Bye.

While Grace accepted
that her own life

was about to change...

..she was still struggling to accept

that Hungry Paul's might
never change at all.

Sorry I've been a nag recently.

That's all right.

I ignore it.

I hate being the sergeant major of
the family...

..telling people to shape up.

I'd much rather be the laid back,
popular one.

Ah.

But are you just going to stay here

forever with Mum and Dad looking
after you?

Like, what happens
when they get older?

I mean, do you worry about these
kinds of things or plan for them?

Things will take their course.
I don't really dwell on them.

Which is why I worry about them
so much.

I have to do all the family
worrying.

And who asked you to be that?

Who's going to handle all the heavy
stuff, otherwise?

What heavy stuff?

You know what I'm talking about.

The future.

Grace, I know that I disappoint you.

I know it, and I'm OK with it.

Yes...

..our parents will grow old,
get sick, and, some day, die.

But so will we.

And where you're wrong is
that you think

that that's a problem in the future,
and...

..it's just not.

- What are you saying?
- Well, the answer to that problem is

to spend time with them now.

And one day...

..when that time comes - hopefully,
many years in the future...

..we'll know what to do.

- What? We'll just have it all figured
out then, will we? - No.

Not necessarily,
but we will have had the habit...

..the practice of loving them,
and being with them,

and the utter clarity
that comes with that.

What are you doing?

- Gross.
- I am absolving you of whatever duty

you have
imposed on yourself towards me.

I love you, Gracie,
but I'm not your responsibility.

Well, I don't know what to do now.

Sh.

Well, you can just be Grace.

And be whichever Grace you want.

We'll love you anyway.

RADIO JINGLE

Morning, folks.
We've got a text here

from Kelly saying
she's getting married today.

Oh! Well, congratulations, Kelly.
We all love a wedding, don't we?

But the build-up
can be a bit stressful.

All the talk of flowers,
the chair covers,

- the venue, the scenery...
- OK. So, if make-up is at ten,

then it makes sense for you to go
with the hairdresser first,

then Lisa and Susan, and then me.

Good. Good idea.

And I have Dad primed to collect
the flowers.

They've said any time after 11.

Did you hear that?

Any time after 11.

Any time for what?

- ALL:
- The flowers.

- Do you have your speech, Dad?
- I have, I have.

And your glasses?

- What time is it?
- Lisa. Has anybody seen Lisa?

She's still washing her tan off,
love.

Oh, wow. Look at you.

- I can't find the new tie.
- It's hanging on the wardrobe...

I love this tie.

Reminds me of the purple one
from Quality Street.

- Oh.
- Thanks for our chat last night.

As a rule, I know speeches aren't
usually your thing.

No, they're not.

But, yeah, that one came
from right behind the brass pocket.

Without realising it, Hungry Paul
had given Grace the best gift

she would receive that day,
the ability to accept things the way

they were, and let go
of her expectations on her family.

SOUND DIPPED

Now she stepped forward, lighter,

and ready for what everyone else was
calling the biggest day of her life.

Right, Leonard. Drum roll, please.

The room is this one.

Taking this plus one business quite
seriously, aren't you?

Where's the other bed?

I specifically asked
for a double room.

This is a double room.

Well, why aren't there two beds?

That's a twin room.

Ah.

- There's the men.
- Oh... - Hi, Uncle Michael.

Bit of a mix-up with the
room booking

insofar as I forgot to book myself
a room.

- Hmm.
- Pete said it'd be all right if I slept on your couch.

As you can see, there is no couch.

No worries.

I'll take the side nearest
the bathroom.

Speaking of which...

Is that "sex tourist" Uncle Michael?

Mum says we're not allowed
to call him that.

But, yes.

Whoo.

Come on, Grace. Where are you?

Gloria!

Oh, Peter, darling!
What a glorious day!

- You remember my son and heir?
- Oh. Of course.

- Hi.
- And, Leonard, meet Gloria Grimes, the famous writer.

- Leonard's a writer, too.
- Oh, really? And what's he write?

Children's encyclopaedias.

Oh.

Isn't that precious!

Well, here they come.

Right? Shall we?

- Oh, lovely.
- See you in there, Leonard.

Oh. Down here?

- VOICEOVER:
- For a day that began

in what Hungry Paul called
absolute chaos,

it was now settling into
something else entirely.

The moment had arrived.

If you have anything profound
to say, now's the time.

Oh, don't get all lumpy,
you'll get me going.

- Wooo!
- OK.

Ready to give me away?

Never.

Before Peter could get any lumpier,
he gathered himself,

aware that this short walk would

carry more weight than any words
ever could.

HUBBUB OF CONVERSATIONS

Yes, that is fascinating,

but none of my characters would ever
dream to meekly enter a room.

My characters intrude,

they invade, just as they invade
the minds of my readers.

That's very interesting.

And when one takes a step back from
the canvas of my words,

one realises that that every plot
twist is forged from character.

Right.

As an encyclopaedia writer,

my work is pretty much devoid
of...of twists.

Oh, darling.

Every story needs a good twist.

Um, excuse me, sir.

- Sorry.
- Your sister is waiting in reception.

Oh.

I don't have a sister.

Shelley.

Surprise!

I'm sorry I said you were
my brother.

I just wasn't sure

if they would go get you if I told
them I was your ex fire warden.

What...? What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

I remembered that you said this is
where the wedding was today.

So, um...

Can we talk?

OK, sure.

Is everything all right?

I, um...

I found the book
that you left at my desk,

and Patrick's Easter egg.

Oh.

And I'm sure you've heard I quit
my job.

Not because of me, I hope.

Not because of you.

Thanks to you.

Sorry, I don't follow.

Your book was so beautiful.

It reminded me of how I used to feel
about my own work,

so I'm going back to art college.

This time, I'm going
to see it through.

That is great!

Yeah.

I still don't understand
why you're here, though.

I know, I'm sorry.

It's like you must think

I'm a complete weirdo just turning
up here.

And to be honest, the entire drive

down here I was working out exactly
what to say,

and now that I'm here, I...

..I don't even know where to start.

I'd really like to talk,
but it's not the best time.

It's Grace's wedding,
so I'm going to get back.

Look, I'm sorry that I hurt you,
Leonard,

but please don't punish me.

I'm not punishing you.

Why would I do that?

What's going on here,
like, between us?

I don't know.

Shelley, I don't know.

Of course, I understand
how much Patrick means to you.

And I care for you.

But I won't perform for you.

I will always do my best to be
kind...

..and I listen...

..but...

..I don't know if that's going to be
enough for you.

I think...

..that I've constructed
this idea of myself

as Patrick's protector.

But I also think
that I sometimes use him

as a way of opting out of the world.

But I also think that if I don't

give my life some sunshine,
some air,

it'll become this...this
sad little place inside.

OK.

You know, I don't know if you got
the gist of what I was saying

back there, but I really don't know
what to do right now.

I think you do.

Wow.

I think you'd better get back out
there

before you miss all the speeches.

- Oh, shit!
- Although I'm sure you've had enough of those for one day.

Call me tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Hey, Leonard.

You look great in that suit.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Really, it went on forever.

- VOICEOVER:
- In the end, Leonard and Shelley needed no grand gesture,

only to allow themselves

to be pulled back
into each other's orbit.

At which point, I felt like

the insomniac who'd been
up all night...sleeping.

GUESTS LAUGH

Peter's long-awaited speech was

the perfect cocktail of humour
and heart.

During the lull between dining
and dancing,

Hungry Paul found the opportune time

to break the good news about
his job.

And when the music began,
he found the opportune time

to combine his judo skills
with his love of dancing.

The evening's only sour note was

Aunt Sarah didn't care much
for the wedding cake.

You all right?

What's up?

UNCLE MICHAEL SNORES

Jesus.

Top trumps?

Explosivity...

- ..three.
- Two.

Not bad.

Er...two.
Devastation potential, 382.

949.

- It's a good one, that.
- Tambora.

Unpredictability, 49.

51.

Unpredictable.

Does it worry you at all how
everything seems to be changing?

I thought you were all about
expanding your universe.

Well, I am.

There are parts of the old universe
I'd like to hold on to.

I think...

..don't overthink it, Leonard.

We're still right here
in the centre of it all.

Nothing changes but the scenery.

Wow factor, 89.

Wow factor, 89.

- Mount St Helens?
- You bet.

Fantastic card.

Here you go.

Height 3,470.

3,794.

Pipped to the post there.

- VOICEOVER:
- A few days later,

Hungry Paul's morning routine took
an unexpected turn.

With nothing more

than Mrs Hawthorn's sunflower
for company,

he wondered if there was some way
to honour their friendship.

The first-ever quiet club drew
a pleasingly large crowd.

INAUDIBLE

Which was surprising

for an event devoted to doing
and saying nothing.

Wendy Davenport had joked to Arno

that the large attendance spoke
volumes about silence.

She was so pleased with her joke

that she made
a mental note to use it again later.

Even the mimes and living statues
had managed

to set their differences aside
for the duration of the event.

Hello, everyone!

Er, there are no special
instructions

except that we should do our best

to be as quiet as this flower.

That's it.

During the hour of silence,

each of the participants
had their own unique experience.

Which goes to show the infinite

variety in life.

Even when doing nothing,

people do it differently.

And in the middle of it all
were two friends.

Hungry Paul with who knows
what going through his mind,

sharing the art of silence he'd
perfected with his absent friend.

And Leonard, content in
the silence...

..his thoughts drifted
towards his mother.

Her memory now becoming a source
of comfort rather than sadness.

It occurred to him that life
is a journey full of wonder.

And with that,

Leonard's universe stretched out
before him,

endless,
alive and full of possibilities.

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