All language subtitles for Apple Tree Yard 2017 S01E01 1080p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

[♪ soft music playing]

[Yvonne] Before I met you,
I was a civilized woman.

Civilized.

Now I don't even know
what that means.

Food, shelter, sex...

once those needs are covered
we can pretend we're in control.

That the lives we build
keep us human.

But really,
we're all just animals.

-You know how I know that?
-[siren wails]

-Fear.
-[tires squeal]

Fear for your life.

Once you've felt that,
everything else...

all this so-called
civilization...

it's a dream.

You've taught me that, my love.

[clerk] Would the defendant
please stand.

Fear makes animals of us all.

[bells chimes the hour]

[woman] In terms of our research
we're pushing at frontiers.

There are bound to be anxieties
around that.

I do understand,
but to be frank,

most of those anxieties
are completely unfounded.

[man] So, everything we're
hearing about "Frankenfoods..."

They're still foods and how
they're processed and regulated,

that's crucial obviously,

but that's a question
for government or business,

not science.

Listen, the more
we learn about DNA,

the more avenues
there are for gene therapy,

which could lead
to the eradication

of genetically based illness,

and that has to be
a tremendous positive.

But you can reassure us,
Professor,

no ten-foot mice on the cards,
or triangular cows?

The work we're doing
is never going to result

in corn with udders.

[laughter]

Hi, it's me, just to say
they're done with me,

so you don't need to be home
in time for the Tesco delivery.

Um... that's it. Oh, and I'll
cook, by the way. See ya.

We won't be seeing you this
afternoon, Professor Carmichael?

No. David moved up
the technology questions

so that I'd be finished
by lunchtime.

Efficiency in the civil service?
There's a novelty. [chuckles]

-Hi.
-Anything else?

Er, no, that's it, thank you.

You were very articulate
in there, Professor.

-Thanks.
-It's the first time

I've understood what
a genome is.

Oh good! Erm...
Well, I do a lot of lecturing.

It's not Professor, actually.

-Ah, that's more American is it?
-Exactly, yes.

I get that because of
the mad scientist thing,

you know, Nutty Professor.

I see obviously you're deranged.

Have you appeared in front
of the Select Committee before?

A couple of times,
actually, yes.

Governments get really het up
about genetics,

whichever lot are in, you know,
modification, cloning.

Do you get nervous, speaking
in front of a group of people?

I only say that because
you didn't seem it at all.

-Didn't I?
-No, not at all.

-Thanks, Gavin.
-No worries.

No, I suppose I don't, really.

Well, not in front of MPs,
anyway.

I think I know more
about it than they do.

Right. Well, that's a relief
because I'd be worried to think

that MPs set themselves up as
experts on anything, you know?

Are you allowed
to say that in here?

Oh, off the record
you are, yeah.

Well, all right.
Um... That's me.

Oh, have you seen
the Chapel in the Crypt?

-No.
-Wait one second.

[phone plinks]

Sorted.

Remind me to give those back
to Martha afterwards,

cos my life will not be worth
living, even if you are a VIP.

-Are you okay for time?
-Er, yeah.

-Sure.
-Sure?

This way.

[heavy door closes]

Wow!

It's a Royal Peculiar.

It means it's under
the monarch's control,

via the Lord Chamberlain.

That's
Great Lord Chamberlain to you.

[chuckles]

Apparently, Oliver Cromwell
stabled his horses here.

I don't know if that's true.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's obviously
not top of the cleaning rota.

Oh, thank you.

This isn't the best bit.

Come here. Come.

You've come this far.

You'll have to go first, because
it's a bit tight in there.

It used to be a broom cupboard.

-What am I looking for?
-It's on the back of the door.

Can you see it?

-The suffragette, you know?
-Yeah, um...

-I know who she is. Derby Day.
-Yeah.

She slipped in here on the night
of the census of 1911, I think.

It was before she jumped in
front of the horse, obviously.

Caused a lot of trouble.

[Yvonne reads]
"In this broom cupboard,

Emily Wilding Davison
hid herself illegally

during the night
of the 1911 census.

In this way, she was able
to record her address

on the night of the census
as being the House of Commons."

I knew you'd be interested.

Okay?

[clattering]

[moans]

[Yvonne] I...

I've never done anything
like that before.

Then lucky me.

[front door opens]

-[door closes]
-[man] Hey!

Hi!

Huh?

Mm. All right.

-Did you get to talk to Rosa--
-How did it go?

-The Standing Committee?
-Oh.

Select Committee.
Um... Fine. Yeah.

Rosa wasn't in today.

Mm.

So, according to Martin, it's
a thing now, so no going back.

-Every birthday?
-Mm.

As if secret sodding Santa
wasn't bad enough.

Hm!

It's good, love. Tasty.

[snoring]

[Yvonne] "Dear X.

I don't even know your name...

but the only person
I can talk to about you, is you.

What we did today is,
without doubt,

the most reckless act
I've ever committed.

I know nothing about you.
Well, one thing.

Sex with you
is like being eaten by a wolf.

Will you even give me
a second thought,

or is this just something
you do?"

[announcement] The next
station is...

[crossing beeps]

[woman] FYI, all the candidates
and the specs we put up.

-Save you printing the emails.
-You're a star. Thank you.

Um, Liz...
About Kat's maternity cover.

I'm really sorry,
I just can't face it.

The thought of doing that
commute again every day

makes me want to bang
my head against a wall.

It's okay. Kat practically told us
at the moment of conception.

We'll find someone.

It's black silk with
a red and orange pattern in it.

One moment, please.

Sorry, madam. No scarves at all.

-Oh, well. It was worth a try.
-Indeed.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Huh! So...

Are you sure that you weren't
just hanging out here,

on the off chance
that we'd bump into each other?

Naturally! No I, um, I work
at the Beaufort Institute.

-Ooh, classy.
-You've heard of it?

Well, yeah, of course. It crops
up in the news all the time.

Whenever there's something about
genes or genomes or DNA.

Which, thanks to you, I now know
aren't all the same thing.

[phone plinks]

Sorry.

[typing on phone]

[shuts phone]

-What is it you do, exactly?
-Well, you know, civil service.

All very boring.

You don't look like
a civil servant.

You don't look like a scientist.

You're married.

So am I.

Shall we skip all that?

I assume neither of us
is looking for a parachute.

No. Absolutely not.

Agree.

[both laugh]

[X] I'd love it if my daughter
wanted to be a scientist,

it's just that, at the moment,
that would depend

on lab coats coming in

totally artificial fiber,
being really shiny

and preferably pink.

[Yvonne] Carrie, my daughter,
was always completely set on it.

Tunnel vision, like me,
I suppose.

[giggling]

[X] My niece is doing
triple science at A-level.

Maybe you could give her
a pep talk.

-Um...
-What?

Isn't this all a bit back to
front, maybe, don't you think?

Shoot first,
ask questions later.

[Yvonne laughs]

[Yvonne laughter echoing]

[woman] Yvonne!

Come on. Drink!

So, how's Gary?

Me first. How are things
with you and Chris?

Ooh!

Oh?

It's nothing to worry about.
It's... just... you know.

He's stopped making
as much of an effort.

We're not tearing each other's
clothes off any more.

-That's not sounding good, Suze.
-It's fine.

It's very... civilized.

[both laugh]

Anyway I thought you'd
be pleased, Captain Sensible.

Oh, God! Is that what I am?

Always.

[sighs]

Is everything okay?

How is Gary?

Yeah, he's fine.
Um, sends his love.

No, it's not that girl, is it?

Rosa?
I told him to talk to the Dean.

I know it's all in her head,
but you need back-up these days.

You're sure it was, then?

No, it's just Gary's still
an attractive man.

-I know you two are rock solid.
-Always his greatest fan.

No, we're out of the woods on
that one. 20 years ago, maybe.

"Still attractive."

Do you think
that's what they say about us?

What is going on with you?

-You're very twitchy.
-Must be my age.

[laughing]

Why was that...
Why is that funny?

It's like what age are you,
a hundred?

Let's change the subject.
I'm getting you drunk.

[laughing] Ah, go for it.

[distant sirens wailing]

[Yvonne] Hi. Um...

I think... let's not.

I mean it was really, really,
what it was,

but too many people
can get hurt.

[message continuing]
God, clichés, but it's true!

So, um... That's it. Yeah.

Take care.

[clattering]

-[dog barks]
-[woman] No!

[bottles clattering]

-[clattering continuing]
-[woman] Oh, fuck!

[Gary] Bloody hell!

-[Yvonne] Has she cut herself?
-It's Rosa

-What?
-[Rosa] Sorry.

Come on, Rosa! What the hell
are you doing? Careful!

-[bottles ratting]
-No, leave the bloody bottles.

-I'm a bit... bit pissed.
-Clearly.

My friend, Mel, she lives
just down the road.

She was having a crisis,
a thing, and I just thought...

You know, it's...
It's your road!

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Oh, Jeez. What have you done
to yourself?

Keep it up, keep it up. Come on.
There we are. Straight through.

-I think she needs stitches.
-Thank you.

I'll get her looked at.

[Gary] Come on.

I'm sorry.

[Gary] Mind your head.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[woman] Hello! Mum!

[man] All right?

These are lovely, Carrie.
Thank you.

Poor Dad! Does he ever work
have to work on a Saturday?

He won't be much longer.

I think it was some papers
he forgot to bring back.

-Can I borrow these?
-Yeah, sure.

-Yes please, thanks.
-Carrie love, do you want some?

-Or there's white in the fridge.
-Oh, no. Thanks.

-Have you spoken to Adam at all?
-Mmm-mmm.

Not recently, though Dad's
been in touch on Facebook.

-[Gary] Hey!
-Here he is!

Bloody hell, A and E. I'm not
doing that again in a hurry.

-A and E, what's wrong?
-Hey.

Didn't Mum say?
Hi, Sathnam.

This research assistant

turned up on our doorstep
in the middle of the night

and managed to cut herself
on a broken bottle.

Mum said you were at the office.

What was she doing pitching up
here in the middle of the night?

God knows!
She was pissed, I think.

-So, news!
-Is it the Aberystwyth job?

I'm pregnant.

Oh, God!

I know! Mad! I should have
told you when I came in!

That's wonderful.

[indistinct conversations]

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

[indistinct conversations]

I'm five years older
than you were when you had me.

Yeah, and I've never pretended
that that was ideal.

Yes, you did,
you said it was great!

"Got it all out of the way and
was back on the career ladder

before the rest were thinking
of popping out a sprog."

I'm just saying
that your work is going so well!

And it'll go just as well when
I'm back from maternity leave.

Honestly, Mum.
The department's fine about it.

What if you don't want
to go back?

Course I'll want to. You did.

You know, it took me
eight years to finish my PhD.

And your dad did it in three.

And your nana practically sang
the Hallelujah Chorus

every time he changed a nappy.

She still calls women who work
"Career girls!"

Yeah.
Don't forget "Lady doctors."

Well, Nana...

The world's moved on a bit,
hasn't it?

Yeah. Thank God.

Go to the cinema. Do all the
things you won't be able to do

in nine months.

-Oh, don't tell him that!
-Or ever again! I love you, too.

-Thanks for everything.
-Keep them as long as you like.

-Love you. Thanks for lunch.
-Drive safely.

If you're sleeping with her,
you can tell me, you know.

-She seems very vulnerable--
-I'm not.

Von.

Okay.

There was the possibility of that,

but I shut it down.

I think that's why
she's so upset.

"Possibility?"

That day when we got the grant,
back in the summer.

We were all celebrating,
pissed...

You said it was all in her head.

Well, largely.

So, what, you snogged her, or--

I'm not giving you chapter
and verse.

We're not bloody teenagers!

Nothing happened.

That's all you need to know.

Shit!

[sighs wearily]

Thank you.

How's the wonderful world
of protein sequencing?

-You got it right.
-Course I did.

So, what made you change
your mind, then?

I suppose you're irresistible.

Clearly.

There's something else going on
with you though, isn't there?

[knock on door]

[X] Tell me something
about your work.

Something surprising
that everybody gets wrong.

Um...

-That we know what we're doing.
-[chuckles]

Seriously, there's this image
of science, the clinical thing,

that we're efficient,
and we know everything,

but actually all we can ever do
is hazily grasp

but a fraction of what it is
we're trying to pin down.

Like the genome, your typical
haploid human genome--

-Sorry, haploid, what's that?
-Your basic genome.

It has three billion
DNA base pairs.

Of which, less than 2% code
for proteins.

So the rest of the DNA, 98%...

we don't really know
what it's there for.

Could be useful, or could be
just biochemical rubbish.

And what I do, I'm just
scrabbling about in the dirt

trying to look for
the good stuff.

"We'll Never Conquer Space."

It's an Arthur C Clark thing.

Well basically, when everyone
was getting all excited

over the moon landings
he said don't worry,

whatever we discover,

the universe is far too big
and too random

for us to ever know it properly.

"We'll never conquer space."

[X] Life's mysterious.
Which is a good thing.

Isn't it?

What are we doing?

You're beautiful.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

Oh, no, you were carrying that,
actually.

Well, no, I mean,
if someone happened to see us

coming downstairs together

they might wonder why you're
dressed differently coming out.

[Yvonne] Am I in over my head
with you?

Remind me what it is
you do again?

I told you, didn't I?
Crown Estate.

Oiling the wheels.

[Yvonne] Who are you?
I couldn't say.

Although I have noticed,
secrets are the air you breathe.

[X] I got you a present.

[Yvonne] You didn't go
for the cheapest option.

Well, why would you have
a cheap phone in your bag?

It just sort of shouts "Affair,"
doesn't it?

[moaning]

[X] It's a pay-as-you-go.

Obviously, don't link it
to your email account.

And don't top it up
at the same place twice, right?

It's important
not to establish a pattern.

Which is kind of the exact
opposite of what you do.

[exclaiming]

If we're going to do this,

then at least we can make sure
no one gets hurt.

-[traffic rumbling]
-[Liz] You look well.

Do I? Thanks.

-Here you go.
-[Yvonne] I'm fine, George.

I thought you'd both
be latte girls, am I right?

Well, that was the button
I pressed.

It probably all tastes the same.

Sorry, Yvonne.
I know you like posh coffee.

Oh, as long as it's caffeine.

I like to pretend I'm classy,
but I'm really easy.

[laughter]

[man] So, I'm here to talk to
you about why genome editing

-should have transformed...
-[phone beeps]

the way we treat cancer.
What is genome editing?

I don't think I need
to explain that to this room,

but if you'll bear with me
for one moment.

DNA, inserted,
replaced, deleted.

Ah, I'll see you tomorrow, then.

When fates are decided.

-Bye, George.
-See ya.

I've been stalking you.

RMU, the PhD
with Merchant supervising.

The Beaufort,
it's my dream career.

Well, we enjoyed hearing
your presentation.

Hang on, Dr. Carmichael!

Whatever the outcome,
and I do totally respect that,

I'd, erm... I'd really
appreciate the opportunity

to talk with you
about your research.

I'm very discreet.

Were you tempted?

Would I be telling you if I was?

Tin! Recycling.

He made my skin crawl, actually,
confident little creep.

Lots of, you know,
primate crotch display.

Well, you're the one
with all the power, love.

That's probably
what it was about.

You can screw him over,

so he thought
he'd do the same with you.

-You know, redress the balance.
-Well, he's not getting the job.

His presentation
was extremely pedestrian.

You see? You won.

Adam came by today.

-Adam?
-Yeah, around lunchtime.

-I was lucky not to miss him.
-Well, why didn't you say?

It was a flying visit. He's down
for a friend's gig, he said.

Picked up a piece of kit,
a "Loop pedal?"

-I've probably got that wrong.
-Did he look well?

Ish. He's looked worse.

Love, he was fine.
You know what he's like.

He stayed for a cup of tea and
the contents of the biscuit tin.

He sends his love.
Said to give you a big kiss.

[♪ soft music playing]

[X] Has anyone seen you
using the phone?

No one I know, obviously.

What will you tell your husband
if he finds it?

-If he goes through your bag?
-He won't.

We're not like that.
He's not the jealous type.

It's important to imagine
the worst-case scenario.

[Yvonne] I'll say it belongs to Liz
from work.

She left it at a meeting

and I've been carrying it around
intending to give it back.

-Ooh, you're good.
-I know.

-It's worrying, isn't it?
-It is a bit.

But he won't ask or notice.

Tell me something that, um...
winds you up about him.

-What?
-Your husband.

Something that
really gets on your nerves.

-No.
-Go on!

No! I'm not doing that.
No parachutes, remember?

[front door slams]

[phone beeps]

-[Gary] Hey.
-Oh, hi.

[Yvonne] I can't plead biology.

Sex may be an animal pleasure

but adultery, I'm discovering,
is a human one.

[X] "Is life a boon?

If so, it must befall
that death, whene'er he call,

must call too soon."

-It's not exactly win-win.
-[laughing] No.

Life is a boon, then you die.

Or life isn't a boon,
it's just shit, and then you die.

[Yvonne] What do you reckon?

[X] Me? I reckon life's a boon.

[siren passing]

It's all right.
It's all right. Risk assessment.

Camera facing the wrong way.

[gate rattles]

Excuse me. Have you got a light?

-I didn't know you smoked.
-I don't.

It's handy sometimes.

[giggling]

I'm sorry. I miscalculated.

A bit near rush hour.

It's really a thing with you,
isn't it? Public places.

Well, you know me well enough
by now. It's...

I can't help it, it turns me on,
it just does.

It's probably...
It's probably genetic.

Christ, you really think
that means something?

That that absolves you
of all responsibility,

just hard wiring?

But... Well...

Okay, probably that was
a bad choice of words but...

I'm sorry this is ridiculous!
At our age!

What kind of stupid game
are we playing, anyway?

What? Wait, wait, wait.
I thought...

I thought you did, too.

No.

No.

It's you, actually.

You turn me on.

It's all right, I know the deal.

I might be stupid,
but I'm not blind.

Those girls earlier, I'm sure
you'd rather be screwing them,

preferably outside, but you have
to settle for what's on offer.

-Oh, my God!
-Well, look at me!

What? What?

You're gorgeous!

I'm middle-aged!
And my body looks...

I look like a bloody Jelly Baby.

Yvonne!

[beep]

[beep]

[phone ringing]

[ringing]

[landline ringing]

Hello?

Hello?

[line cuts out]

-[Gary] Adam?
-No. It's no one.

[Yvonne] "Gary's friend,
Michael,

he started base jumping
in his 40s,

flinging himself off cliffs.

At least you don't do that.

You just ask other people to."

Von! I'm taking the charger
from the kitchen!

-[Yvonne] That's mine!
-Well...

-You look nice.
-It's Jonathon's leaving do.

They'll have a charger
at the hotel.

I told them not to bother with
a hotel. I'm kipping at Andy's.

Er, right, okay.
Well, have a nice night.

Love to Jonathon!
See you Friday.

[♪ lively music playing]

I was just...

I was just imagining
something shorter.

Well, the rules are tits or legs
but you can't have both.

Take your knickers off.

Who says I'm wearing any?

Oh, God! I love men.
Of course I am. A dress like this?

So, take them off now, then.

Come on, there's got to be
something in it for me.

You're going to this party.

We could have had a night
in a hotel.

Gary's away.

I know. You can't.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

So...?

I'll take mine off, too,
if you like.

All right.

[whispers] But you have to put
them back on over your trousers.

[Yvonne] Jesus Christ!

Don't talk to any strange men.

Well, it's a science faculty,

so it's going to be wall-to-wall
strange men.

And there'll be masses
of drink.

Okay, so text me later.

-Even if you're pissed.
-[both chuckle]

Especially if you're pissed!

[distant voices, laughter]

Risk assessment.

[both laughing]

-Hey!
-It's fine.

-How do you know?
-Intuition.

By which I mean, of course,
a combination of observation...

knowledge, and experience.

Otherwise known
as gambler's edge.

Oh, good girl.

-[Yvonne] I can't.
-Oh, yeah, you can.

-I really can't.
-Oh, you can, you really can.

[moaning]

[Yvonne] Hey.

Where's the apple tree?

Long gone.

What time is it?

It's ten past nine. Shit!

-Go. Go on.
-Text me, okay?

Send me a picture.

-Hey.
-What?

-It's a dummy camera.
-How do you know?

It's not hooked up to anything.

They just put them up
as a deterrent, that's all.

Seriously.

It's easy to tell the difference
if you know what to look for.

Have fun.

Oh, my God!

I'm fucking a spook!

[♪ Latin party music]

[♪ upbeat music continuing]

-You look gorgeous!
-Thank you.

-Hiya.
-George, how are you?

-Good. Cheers.
-Cheers.

-It's proper champagne.
-Hmm.

Is Jonathon really paying
for all this himself?

Maybe he got one of the patrons

to put their hand in their
pocket, Peller or someone.

-Doesn't that count as a bribe?
-Well, not if he's retiring!

-Jonathon!
-Hey, George, hello!

-Good to see you.
-Congratulations. Well done.

Nice to see you. How are you?

[Yvonne] It's exactly like Gary
to miss a party.

Well, anyway,
he's in Sunderland.

-Isn't that where they have--
-Yep. Amazing mouse lab.

Gary raves about it.

Do send him my love, won't you?

-Haven't seen him for yonks.
-Hmm.

[door closes]

You're fucking a spook!

[door opens, laughter]

[phone beeps]

[♪ music playing in distance]

Signs are...
they're about to run out.

[laughing] Better make hay
while the sun shines.

Absolutely.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

[phone beeps]

-Oh, shit!
-I'll get that.

[George laughing]

I've got it. Oh, dear.

I'll look after it.

[Liz] I'm for my bed.

-Total lightweight these days!
-Me too.

-Sleep well, babe.
-You too.

-See you on Monday.
-Monday!

[phone plinks]

[George] Do you fancy
splitting a cab?

Oh, that's a great idea!
You live west, don't you?

[slurred] I do. I just left
my stuff in my office.

-Won't take a sec. C'mon.
-Okay.

Okay.

[party continuing, muffled]

Do you know what really winds me
up about Gary? His haircut.

I hate his haircut. He's had
the same haircut for 30 years

-and I hated it 30 years ago.
-Oh, dearie me.

Oh, God! Did I say that
out loud? I'm really sorry!

It is definitely,
definitely time for bed.

Come on, George, don't be silly.
No, no, no.

Does your husband know
you're fucking someone else?

-What?
-Does he?

-No. Get off me! Get off me!
-Shush.

Get off me!

[groans]

Come on!

Listen to me.

-You move, even a tiny bit...
-[unzipping]

...and I'll hit you again.

Do you understand me?
Do you? Yeah?

Good girl. Fucking good girl.

Please!

[Yvonne] Fear. That's what makes
animals of us all.

Before I met you...

I was civilized.

Civilized.

So help me God.

[♪ soft music playing]