All language subtitles for Breeders.S01E10

‐ I feel sick.

‐ [sighs]
That's not a fever.

That's just
a naturally hot head.

‐ Daddy.
‐ Shush, mate.

I'll stick some frozen peas
on his forehead.

‐ [retches]

‐ Luke, please wake up, babe.

He won't wake up.

‐ Could you please
come with me, Mr. Worsley?

[footsteps running]

‐ Sorry.
‐ Ooh!

‐ Luke Worsley.

‐ Are you looking
for a patient?

‐ Yes, Luke Worsley.

He's in isolation
in the Adams Ward.

Where's the Adams Ward?

[indistinct conversation]

‐ Hi, excuse me.

We're looking for Luke Worsley.
‐ Luke Worsley.

‐ He's 7.
Admitted earlier today.

We're told he's in
an isolation ward up here.

‐ He was in there.

‐ [exhales sharply]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[phone rings]

What's happening?

‐ We're in an ambulance.

Luke's been transferred
to the acute neurology unit

at Heddon Street Hospital.

They specialize
in pediatric cases.

‐ Has he got worse?

‐ Yeah.
He's developed these seizures.

‐ Oh, Jesus.

‐ He's having trouble
recognizing things and people.

He didn't recognize me earlier.
‐ Fucking hell.

‐ They're worried
about encephalitis.

Listen, I shouldn't be
on the phone in here, hon.

I'm sorry.

I will see you
at Heddon Street.

‐ Come on.

You can lean on me, honey.

I'll support you.

Oops.
Tight squeeze.

[siren blaring]

[equipment beeping]

‐ What's wrong?
Is he‐‐

‐ I'm just trying
to stabilize him.

‐ Okay, yeah.

‐ What did he say, Paul?

‐ What does he say?

‐ What does who say?

‐ Come on‐‐him.
Captain Piss Stick.

‐ Oh.
Well‐‐

[laughs]

Captain Piss Stick...

he says...

We're gonna have a baby!

‐ No.
‐ Yes.

‐ Big, hairy Christ.
‐ Huge, hairy Christ.

‐ Digby, the hairiest Christ
in the world.

We've made a baby.

‐ Well, no.

We've made a collection
of cells

that have the potential
to become a baby.

Yeah.

‐ I mean, are you sure
you want this?

'Cause I realize
it's mainly been me

who's talked about having kids.

‐ Well,
I better fucking want it,

'cause I am the one
who is gonna get sick

and eat burnt toast.

‐ Mm.

‐ And not sleep

and, like, have tits the size
of fucking Space Hoppers,

and then suffer
the most horrific pain

a human being can stand.

‐ Can we still...

‐ Oh.
Mm... no, sorry.

'Cause then we'll end up
having twins

that look like your cock.

Blah.
‐ Well...

‐ To be honest, I'd get it
while you can, mate,

because there's gonna be
precious little of this

happening
for the next few years.

‐ Message received, Skipper.

‐ [laughs]

‐ I'm coming in.

Fucking hell.
‐ I know!

Hi.

‐ Hey.
Come here.

Come here.

Luke's having an MRI.

‐ Oh, okay.

‐ I'll take you to see
his main consultant in a bit.

She can tell you
everything she's told me.

‐ Paul, is Luke gonna die?

‐ I don't know.

They're just trying to keep him
stable at the moment.

Stop the seizures.

I'm so sorry, Ally.
This is my fault.

‐ No, it's not.
I was away, so‐‐

‐ Well, you have to be away
for your work.

‐ Yeah, and you did ask me
to stay away this weekend.

‐ Well, because your work
was disrupting them.

‐ My work.
‐ Yeah, it's your work, hon.

‐ It's for us though, Paul.

I am doing all of this for us.

‐ No, I know.

‐ Where's Ava?

‐ You like egg on toast?

Because that's all I can cook.

I can't do pasta.

Don't understand it.

It needs to be soft and hard
at the same time?

Shove off.

It's just boiled dough,
and the idiots go mad for it.

Sausages I'm not bad at.

But there's none in.

‐ I like nuggets.

‐ I wouldn't know what
a nugget was, I'm afraid, love.

So let's have fried eggs, eh?

Great, thick doorsteps
of toast.

Loads of brown sauce.

‐ I want nuggets!

‐ You'll have
what you're given.

We still had rationing
when I was your age.

Three ounces of cheese a week.

A shilling's worth of meat.

We've never been healthier
as a nation.

Or hungrier, or more miserable.

So fried eggs?

[exhales]

‐ Oh.

‐ Hi.
‐ Sorry.

Sorry, that was a rude "oh."

I've just been thinking
about this as my smoking spot

the last couple of days.

Didn't think anyone else
knew about it.

‐ Well, I can go
somewhere else.

‐ No, no, stay.

‐ Kay.

‐ Are you...

‐ Yeah, my son's
in pediatric ANU.

‐ Right.
Mine's in pediatric cardiology.

‐ Mm.

‐ We don't need to ask
each other how they are?

'Cause obviously
they're both quite ill.

‐ Yeah.
Uh, here.

We're waiting for the results
of Luke's MRI.

They're worried
about encephalitis.

‐ My Matt's just gone
into surgery.

Atrioventricular septal defect.

Hole in his heart.

To repair the hole,
they need to stop his heart.

And, it turns out, mine.

‐ Scary, innit?

How old is Matt?

‐ 7.
‐ Same as Luke.

‐ It's a long op.
‐ Hmm.

‐ All we can do now
is trust the surgeons and pray.

‐ I was saying earlier,
I've been praying.

Don't know who to,

'cause I've got no,
well, religion,

but I've definitely been
praying to this being,

this vague shape of a being.

And I've just realized
who it is.

‐ Who?

‐ Bowie.
‐ David Bowie?

‐ Yeah.
[both laugh]

‐ That's so...
‐ I don't know.

‐ The last couple of days,
I've found it helps

to think back
to specific moments with Matt.

Not significant ones
particularly,

not first steps or first words.

Mundane moments
around the house,

doing crayon drawings
in the kitchen

or eating pasta bake.

‐ I‐‐yeah.

‐ And I relive those moments
over again,

and it helps.

‐ That's useful.
Thank you.

‐ Just random moments replayed.

‐ What the fuck
have you done now?

‐ It jumped out of my hand.

[toothbrush buzzing]

‐ Open the fucking door, Luke.

[sighs]

You're a waste of space, mate.

[door slamming]

[phone dings]

Mm.

They need to show us
Luke's scan.

Gotta go.

Good luck.
‐ Thank you.

Luke has been incubated

but his seizures
aren't stopping,

and the pressure on his brain
isn't decreasing.

So we'd like to place him

into a pentobarbital‐induced
coma.

‐ No.
No.

‐ Just for two or three days
to reduce the swelling

caused by the encephalitis.

‐ What are the risks with that?

‐ They can be substantial.

Respiratory depression,

liver dysfunction,
kidney dysfunction,

and an increased risk
of cardiac arrhythmias.

‐ I won't.
I won't let them do it.

I won't let you do it.

‐ Honey.

‐ [softly sobbing]

‐ What if we say no?

‐ The type of encephalitis
Luke has

carries a mortality rate
of about 30%.

Because of the brain swelling,

the skull can push down
onto the brain stem,

which affects breathing
and circulation.

‐ Could we have five minutes
to talk about it?

‐ Of course.
‐ Right.

Just to be clear,

the extent of the swelling

is what we can see
on the scan here?

‐ He's got a big head,
hasn't he?

‐ We don't know
if it's a boy yet.

‐ It had better bloody be,
head that size.

No, big‐headed women
have a tough time.

Wedding hats and so on.

‐ I was convinced
Paul was gonna be a girl.

Yep, convinced.
100%.

Instinct, intuition,
whatever you call it.

I bought all pink things,
little dresses,

and then out he pops
with his little prawn.

‐ More like a Morgan Bay
shrimp.

‐ Can you not penis‐shame me
as a baby please?

You actually do this
quite a lot,

and it's just‐‐it's just weird.

Baby boys have small penises.

A baby boy with a huge,
adult penis,

then you'd have to worry.

‐ We didn't have
any boys' names ready

'cause I had chosen
all girls' names.

Paula, Pauline‐‐

‐ Hang on, I think I can see
where this is headed.

‐ No idea.

‐ Anyway‐‐
[both laugh]

Congratulations.

‐ We didn't wanna tell you
before 12 weeks.

‐ No, 'cause so much
can go wrong.

‐ Yeah.
‐ But it's all gonna go right.

‐ Can you pay extra for color?

Or are these all
in black and white?

‐ I think she's right.
‐ No.

‐ Ally, he could die.
‐ Okay, then fine, fine.

You do it.
You put him into this coma.

Go ahead.

‐ Don't you fucking dare
put this on me.

This has to be our decision,
both of us.

‐ A coma, Paul?
‐ Yeah, I know.

‐ Deliberately putting
our baby boy into a coma.

‐ I know.
I know.

But it could save his life,
right?

So I think
we have to take the risk.

‐ Mummy!

‐ Hi!
‐ Hey, darling.

‐ Hey, darling.
‐ Sorry.

He's brought her back.

‐ We had a set‐to
about nuggets,

and it all went wrong.

She wants to see you.

She wants to see Luke.

I couldn't hit her,
so I just did what you said.

‐ Where's Luke?

‐ Luke is...

about to have a bit of a sleep,
darling.

So you can see him after.

‐ I'll tell Dr. Webb.

‐ I don't even know
what a bloody nugget is.

‐ We saw your mum downstairs.

She'll be up in a minute.

She was just buying co‐codamol
and a protein bar.

What is happening with Luke?

‐ Baby.

They are putting him
into a coma.

‐ Putting him into one?

Aren't they meant
to get you out of them?

‐ They're doctors, Jim.
They know what they're doing.

‐ Well, I hope so.

Mum.
‐ Come here.

‐ What is a nugget then?

‐ Do you remember
Birds Eye cod balls?

‐ Yeah.

‐ It's like that, but chicken.

‐ Oh.
God.

Okay.

They sound fantastic.

‐ So now, let's just remind
ourselves about pain relief.

Hmm?

Now, we've chatted
about gas and air.

You'd like some of that,
wouldn't you, Robert?

‐ Well, it sounds like
it could‐‐

‐ And we've talked about TENS
machines and water births,

but do you know one aspect
of pain relief in labor

that people don't tend
to talk about?

No?

[moaning dramatically]

[moaning dramatically]

I was making a noise.
‐ No shit.

‐ Now, when we make
these kind of animal noises,

we release oxytocin
and endorphins,

and we relieve our pain.

All right.
On all fours please, ladies.

Let's do that.

That's it.
Okay, down we go.

And...

[moaning dramatically]

[women moaning dramatically]

‐ [moaning dramatically]

‐ Good.
Right, let me hear those moans.

‐ [moaning dramatically]

[laughs]

‐ Good, good.

Right, partners, let's have
some solidarity please.

I want you all to join in,
so on your knees.

And...

[all moaning dramatically]

Come on, and you,
Mr. Odd One Out.

Down you go.

Hands and knees.

Good.

[all moaning dramatically]

‐ [moans dramatically]

[both laugh]

‐ Can you stop
fucking laughing?

‐ I'm so sorry.

It's just if your worst enemy

wanted to devise a torture
you'd hate the most,

it would've been that.

‐ Yeah, I know, hon, I know.

‐ Your little face!
[laughs]

‐ Christ.

Do you think
that's her sex noise?

‐ That, but louder.
‐ Mm.

‐ Hey.

I am very, very happy

that I'm having a baby
with you.

‐ And I'm really happy

that I'm having a baby
with you.

[moans]
‐ [laughs]

‐ [moans]
‐ See, it's fun!

‐ It's all right, innit?
‐ Yeah.

‐ [moans]
‐ That's really good!

[laughs]

[machines beeping]

‐ Dad.

You should go home.
Get some sleep.

‐ No, I'm fine.

I wanna feel like I'm useful.

Do you want anything
from the snack machine?

‐ No, no.
God no, thanks.

I'm already half man,
half Mini Cheddars.

[chuckles]

I met this woman outside
when I was smoking.

‐ Right.

‐ We were weirdly flirty

given that our children
are both seriously ill.

‐ Human beings are complicated.

You forget I used to work
in an off‐license.

‐ Well, how's this
for a complication?

For a minute,
I wished her son would die.

‐ You what?

‐ Mm‐hmm.

Yeah, he's having
open heart surgery,

and just for a minute,
I wished he would die.

‐ Why?

‐ Because I thought that,

you know, if one
of our children has to die

to appease the gods

or to be punished for some sin
or whatever,

I'd rather it was her son
and not mine.

‐ That's not how it works,
Paul.

We're not fucking Aztecs.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

But it's where this stuff
takes you.

‐ Christ almighty.

I'm gonna get some chocolate.

‐ Hey, Bowie?

If you're listening, I'm gonna
ask this one more time.

If you let Luke live
and recover,

no complications,
I promise you,

I'm gonna be the best dad
in history.

I won't shout.

I won't rage.

I won't swear.

I mean that.

I fucking mean it.

Please, please, Bowie.

Do what you can.

Thank you.

And "Hunky Dory" is possibly
the best album ever made.

‐ Talking to yourself?

‐ Probably.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

‐ Hey.
‐ Hey.

‐ You all right?
‐ Yeah.

Listen, I couldn't sleep

in the gaps
between Luke's feeds,

so I just thought I'd get up.

‐ Don't be angry with Luke.
‐ I'm not.

‐ His first night at home.

‐ Hon, I know.

‐ Is that weed?
‐ No.

‐ Yes, it is.
‐ No, it's not.

It's hash and tobacco.

‐ Since when
did you smoke dope?

‐ Since a couple of weeks ago,

when I fully realized
I was gonna be a father.

‐ Mm.

‐ Hmm?

‐ I'm breastfeeding.
‐ Sorry, of course.

‐ One of us
needs to not be stoned.

‐ I'm not stoned.

Tiny bit of resin in there.

It's like having half a shandy.

I just needed to...

‐ Nah, I get it.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

This is it, isn't it?
‐ Yep.

‐ [chuckles]

‐ Never properly at peace
ever again.

‐ You don't really realize it,
do you,

until he's at home with you?

♪ ♪

‐ It's wonderful, isn't it?

‐ It's sort of magical.

‐ When you're handed this gift,

and at the same time,
it's a curse

'cause you suddenly have
the possibility

that the worst thing
in the world

could happen to you.

♪ ♪

‐ We'll keep him alive, Paul.

I guarantee
that we will keep Luke alive.

‐ Hmm.

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

‐ Oh, he's hungry.

♪ ♪

[machines beeping]

‐ He's hungry.
That's a good sign.

‐ You say he still has
quite a bit of dizziness?

‐ Yes, we'll keep him in
a couple more days

to monitor him,

but he looks like he'll be able

to continue his recovery
at home.

‐ Christ.

Thank you so much
for everything.

‐ Luke's been very lucky.

He's avoided the complications

that often come
with this kind of inflammation.

‐ We have been hoping
and praying

very, very hard for this.

‐ Well,
whoever you were praying to

came through for you.

‐ [sighs]

‐ Darren, hi!
You got my text.

‐ I did.
Such brilliant news about Luke.

You must be so relieved.

Wondered whether I might
say hi to him.

‐ Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's still no visitors
outside family.

‐ Right.
Okay.

‐ I'm sorry,
you've come all this way.

‐ No, no, don't worry.
I'm here with Karen anyway.

‐ Oh.
Is she‐‐

‐ Oh, there's nothing wrong
with her.

In fact, it's the opposite.
She's...

she's pregnant with twins.

‐ Oh, my God, Darren!
That is amazing news!

‐ I know!

The balls have finally done
their job.

‐ Well done, your balls.
Your excellent balls.

‐ Thank you.
‐ [laughs]

I'm so pleased for you.

‐ Karen's in and out
for monitoring,

which is the IVF way.

‐ Yeah.

‐ I didn't wanna tell you
our news

until you were sure
that Luke was, you know...

‐ Oh, that's‐‐
I really appreciate that.

And I know that we should talk
about Berlin

at some point too.

‐ Yes.
‐ Yeah.

‐ We should.

Nick's sort of holding the fort
out there,

but he's not you.

‐ No, no, I know,
but obviously,

with Luke, I can't guarantee‐‐

‐ Well, let's not talk
about it now,

but we should talk about it
very soon.

I'll get back to Karen
and the fetuses.

‐ Kay.
[laughs]

Go, your balls!

‐ Yay.
Go, my balls!

Sorry.

‐ Give me Giraffe!
‐ No, you can't have it!

Luke: Mine!
‐ Can you get me pepper?

Ava: Give it to me!
‐ Hmm?

Yeah.
Luke: I don't want to!

Luke: Because it's mine!
Ava: It's mine!

‐ Hey, do you fancy eating out
one night soon?

‐ Yeah, great.
That'd be nice.

‐ Hmm.
‐ Thanks.

‐ We haven't really left Luke
alone with anyone else since‐‐

‐ Yeah, I know.

We'll have to get used to that,
'cause school gets back soon.

‐ Yeah, yeah.
‐ And I need to...

‐ Go back to Berlin?
Ava: It's mine!

Luke: No!
No!

‐ I do have to go back, Paul,
like, soon.

‐ Sure.
No, I know.

‐ Because if the Berlin office
fails,

then the whole company
collapses.

Like, UK operation as well.

‐ No, absolutely.
I totally get it.

Yeah.

[kids shouting]

‐ And you'll wanna take

that think tank job
Daniel offered you?

‐ Well, yeah,
I'm not sure I can now

if you have to be heading back.

‐ Yeah, but do you want
to take it?

‐ Yeah, of course
I wanna take it.

It's exciting,

and I haven't been excited
by anything at work

since the Ronaldo
and bird flu era.

[kids shouting]

‐ So.

‐ So.

[kids shouting]

‐ Mum thinks that all this
has the potential to ruin us.

‐ Well, yeah, it could.

But it won't.
‐ 'Cause we're solid, right?

‐ No, we're not solid.
‐ What?

‐ I think that's
a good thing, though.

We're bendy.

Solid things get knocked over
and bendy things don't.

‐ We're good.

‐ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
‐ Yeah.

‐ Yeah, of course we're good.
‐ Good.

[kids screaming]

Good, 'cause I mean, after all
we've been through, I just‐‐

I don't think I could bear‐‐
‐ Jesus Christ!

Just give her
the fucking giraffe,

you spiteful little prick!

‐ Okay, Paul.
How can I help you?

‐ I think I might have
some anger issues

regarding my children.

[upbeat music]

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