Original subtitles

[Muzak playing]

"Total protection from the sun."

[up-tempo folk music]

-VOCALIST: Hey! -[bat squeaks]

[quirky music]

- He's been off his foodfor days.

- Hmm.

This cage stinks. Is that shit or death?

♪

Poke him.

- You poke him! - Mm...

♪

Oh.

- Ugh.

We could try CPR.

Apparently, you do it to "Staying Alive."

It's like... ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah,staying alive, staying alive ♪

- With a tiny gerbil-sized heart?

Don't think so,it's gotta be something quicker

like the "Benny Hill" theme.

No... he's gone.

I'm calling it. Sprout's dead.

- Oh, shit.

How are you gonnatell the kids?

- Me? - Yeah.

[doorbell buzzes] Oh.

I told you to take the key!

- Okay, kids deposited

at the indoctrination center, breakfast bought.

I'm making myself indispensable, aren't I?

- No. - Okay.

Artisan sourdough, only they have no idea

how to make real sourdough.

Terrible coffee they think is great coffee,

and what they call Danish pastries,

which have zero to do with actual Danish pastries.

- Yummy. - All this for only £15,000!

- Uh, Ally, I'm gonna stickSprout in the freezer

till we decidewhat to do with him.

- The gerbil's dead, Michael.

- That would also be my diagnosis.

You should replace him before Luke and Ava get home.

- No way!

They need to learn about life and death and saying good-bye.

- It's what we did with Frank. Ally's fish.

There must have been at least five Franks.

He was a different size every time.

- Any luck with findinga place to live, Michael?

- Oh, yeah, loads of leads.

Just a ton of possibilities bubbling away, really.

- He's never gonna leave, is he?

- Christ, no.

[upbeat music]

♪

- Can I go home now?

- The doctors and nurses need to check

a few things first, but you're so...

- Hey, you two. Hey, kids.

- Don't turn the telly off, Paul.

- Paul?

- Daddy's got somethingto tell you.

- Right.

Uh, listen, s-sometimes...

When you get very oldor very ill,

your body just sort of...

shuts down, you know, like a...

- A computer. - Hmm.

- No, more final. Uh, like a coal mine.

- Thank you.

Sprout... died,

I'm afraid.

He's dead.

- [whimpers]

- Oh. - [sobbing]

- No, it's okay.

Sprout's gone,

but he's partof the universe now.

- But Mrs. Fisher says the universe is huge.

How will we find him?

- Oh, look, mate,if the old gerbils don't die,

then the new ones can't come through, can they?

It's like the circle of life.

You've seen "The Lion King."

- But Sprout was only two.

- I know, but that's,like, Grandpa's age,

isn't it, in gerbil years.

- Yes! - Kids.

Sprout's not really dead.

- That's not helpful. - He sort of is dead.

- Luke, can you see Sproutin your mind?

- I think I can. - Yeah.

Ava, can you hear him drinkingfrom his little water bottle?

[clicking tongue]

- Yes. - Do you love Sprout?

Will you remember him forever?

- Yeah. - Then he's not dead.

He just lives inside you now, that's all.

- Is that true, Paul?

- Uh, yeah, in a--in a way.

This is because you callyour dad Michael, you know,

all this Paul bollocks.

- I just have to run outfor about half an hour.

- Take a key. - Yeah.

- You okay? - Mm...

- Well, that's notreally teaching them

about death, is it?

Telling them the gerbil'snot really dead?

- They seem fine.

I guess that's what religion is, right?

Heaven and that shit?

- I'm sort of gladSprout's dead.

- Oh, fuck me, yeah. The smell.

Having to have him looked afterwhen we went away.

And gerbils don't give affection.

They're just little eating and shitting tubes.

We mustn't get another one.

- Hell, no.

[quirky music]

♪

- Hey, Sprout 2.0, you're gonna be a surprise

for a couple of really nice kids.

- Oh, shit!

- I didn't see him, right?

[stark music]

He just stepped out. I didn't see him.

- Get your phone out. Get your phone out quickly.

♪

Um, can you-- can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

♪

♪ Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother ♪

♪ Staying alive,staying alive ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha,staying alive, staying alive ♪

- Telly off! Dinner's on the table!

- Okay, coming!

[doorbell buzzes]

- I told you to take a key, you mad old wanker!

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

I thoughtyou were someone else.

- Does a Mr. Michael Grant live here?

- What has he done?

- Is it all right if I come in?

- Yeah.

He doesn't, like, actually,like, really live here.

He's just staying here temporarily.

- Is Mr. Granta relative, a friend?

- He's my father, my dad, but I don't--

I don't call him Dad. I call him Michael.

He's dead, isn't he?

- I'm sorry, yes.

Mr. Grant was involvedin a collision.

- [laughs]

I'm so sorry. Are you--

are you absolutely sure that he's dead?

Because he was alive, like, an hour ago.

- Efforts were madeto revive him,

but unfortunately,he was pronounced dead

at the scene of the accident.

- Where was he? - On Church Street.

We believe he'd justmade a purchase

from the Alpha Pet Store,a gerbil.

- Ha!

Is it safe?

- We don't have it.

Is there someone I can call,a friend maybe?

- Do you have people out looking for him,

for the-- for the gerbil?

Because they can't survive in the wild

like foxes and stuff.

- Perhaps you have a partnerI can contact?

- No, I-- oh, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.

My boyfriend is gonna be back soon.

He's just gone out to get some booze,

because we've had a bit of a day of deaths, actually.

- Oh, I'm very sorry. - No.

Um, do you want some pasta? I've made some pasta.

It's vegan, but-- oh, shit, no.

I put cheese-- I put cheese in it.

[downbeat music]

♪

- Hey, remember what we talked about before,

when Sprout passed on?

And eventually, you were very brave.

Well... this afternoon,

Granddad Michael, you know, Mummy's daddy,

he left us.

He died.

He's dead.

Which is obviously very sad.

Have you got any questions?

- No, Paul, I haven't.

- Do you understand what I'm saying?

- Yes, Paul. - But you're not sad?

- No, because Michael saidwhen people die,

they live inside of you.

- Mm-hmm. - So he's not really dead.

- He is, though.

What about if I died?

- I think you wouldlive inside us too.

- Well, that's probably quite a nice way

of looking at it, actually.

Hmm.

- Can you stop me and Ava from dying?

- Oh, mate.

I would do everything humanly possible

to keep you and Ava safe, you know I would.

But, truth is, eventually, everyone...

- [whimpering]

- Hey, hey, hey, there's no need to be sad.

Listen, listen, mate, that's not gonna happen

for a long, long, long time.

Hey, haven't you-- you must have known that.

Luke, oh, Christ. I'm sorry, I didn't--

oh, right-- excuse me, darling.

Hey.

- Um, I'm just gonna call Mum. Is everything okay?

- Uh, yeah, no--

Luke's just upsetabout your dad.

- Aww.

- It seemshe was really important

to both of them,but I've got this.

Don't worry.You go and call Leah.

- Oh, thank you, darling. - All right.

All right.

[quirky music]

- Whoo, well,don't you two look fancy?

- We found them in Grandpa Michael's suitcase.

I found a scarf, and Ava found a bracelet.

- Look. - Take that off.

- No. - Just let her wear it, Mum.

- She can't, it's a cock ring.

- Oh, my God.Come here.

- No, I want to keep it! - I gave it to your father.

I can't believe he kept it all these years.

It's quite touching, actually.

- Ava's wearing Dad's cock ringas a bracelet.

- Well, there's a thing. - Mm.

- I wasn't expecting to feel this emotional

about the big shit's death.

- Paul's going to identify his body.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I think I should, as his widow.

- Widow? - We never divorced.

So technically, I am still Mrs. Big Shit.

- Actually, sorry,

can you stopcalling him that, please?

- No.

He was a big shit in life,

and he's a big shit in death.

- Well, I thinkMichael should be identified

by someone who doesn't think he was a big shit.

- Good luck finding that person.

- Actually, Leah,that person is me.

'Cause even though he mayhave had shitty qualities,

he wasn't as much of a twat

as, admittedly,he first appeared to be,

and the kids liked him,so, Leah,

I'd like you to stop referringto Ally's father as a big shit.

- Fine. Sorry, Paul.

- Well, it's not meyou need to apologize to.

- Sorry, Michael.

- No, no, your daughter.

Apologize to Ally.

- Sorry, Ally.

- Okay.

I'll see you soon.

♪

- Hey, thank you for saying that to Mum.

- It's all right.

- Hurry back, because I'm strangely

very, very horny.

Mm.

♪

- Blimey.

- Oh, glad to catch you, Paul.

I'm objecting to the shelteredhousing scheme,

and I wondered if you'd liketo object separately.

- Can't talk now, Carl, sorry, I'm just off

to identify my father-in-law's dead body.

- Oh, God, no.I'm so sorry, I--

- Don't look at that.

- Grief can be a strange beast.- Yes.

I'm gonna...

♪

Come on. You can't do this to me.

I don't even know what your dad looks like.

- I'm really sorry. I can't leave.

I'm trying to make a good impression on Darren.

- Hang on, I'm supposed to be making

a good impression on your dad.

- Look, it was your idea to meet him, it'll be fine.

You'll probably get on like a house on fire.

- Okay, fine, fine.

You'll hear about it later, I guess.

Love you.

- Yeah, love you, bye.

- Fuck's sake.

♪

Uh, looks like she's not gonna make it,

so do you want to put a pin in this

until we can actually get together with Ally?

- Yeah, yeah.

Well, been very pleasantalmost meeting you.

- Yeah, you too, Michael. - Yeah, oh, uh--

- I've got this, it's fine.

♪

- Yeah, I think I'll head out to somewhere

a little more Turkish. - Ah.

- You're welcometo join me, Liam.

- It's Paul, and you're good, thanks.

- Oh, sorry, Christ.

You know, Liam was thisdull-witted knuckle-dick.

I hated him.

- You know, I have got time for a quick one.

- Do you? - Yeah.

- Good.

♪

- Ooh.

♪

Mm.

I just want you to know that I'll look after Ally.

Probably better than you ever did.

Sorry, that was below the belt,in the circumstances.

Anyway, just, uh... yeah.

I want to thank you for having such an amazing daughter.

You have a rest, mate.

Mm... just...

[door snaps shut]

Hello.

- Hi. Was it awful?

- The policewoman saidit takes strength, but...

- Aww.

It happened again.

I laughed when I told my cousins about Michael being...

- Dead? - Ha!

Oh, my God. Am I going mad?

- No, it's a bereavement thing.

It's paradoxical laughter.

- Thank you for being so brave and so strong

and so sexy.

Come here.

♪

Wait, we can havethat Bolognese tomorrow.

- No, no, I'll make another one.

- No, we're out of garlic.

- I'll use the granules. I prefer them anyway.

[both moan]

♪

- No, this is wrong. - No, this isn't wrong.

This is all kinds of right.

Come with me tonight on the train to Ipswich.

- Yes!

[grandiose orchestral music] [characters moaning]

♪

- She's here, thank God. I am so, so sorry.

- Oh, no, it's fine.No, it's fine, it's fine.

- You didn't have to come in, really.

You stay away as long as you need to.

I mean, it's chaos without you.[laughs]

I'm joking, we can cope. Sort of.

You go home, take all the time you need,

but before you do, could you see

if you can mix the strings high enough

to make the moan less powerfully erotic?

- Sure.

[tape whirring]

- Yes!

♪

- You're bloody incredible.

- I haven't evendone anything yet.

- I'm talking about your dad passing.

Stupid word.

Dying.

When Ma died, I was a soggy mess.

Went to a grief specialist. I can give you her number.

She's this fantastic, full-bodied older lady.

She held me in her fleshy arms

and rocked me like a babyfor 45 incredible minutes.

- Wrong.

- Yeah, I'm not sure that's quite my thing.

- Ipswich.- Oh, no, no, it wasn't sexual.

- No, brilliant. - Don't contain the grief.

Let it bleed through your pores.

- Darren, I'm just trying to-- - Purge yourself of it.

Flush it through-- - Darren!

Darren, I'm fine.It's all fine.

I barely knew Michael.

I mean, you know, I'm sad he's dead,

but there are more important things to me.

Kids. Paul. My job.

- I hear you, yeah,and Dolby 5.1.

- I'm not sure you do, but thanks.

- I admire and respect your strength

and positive agency so, so much.

- Cool.

- Come with me tonight on the train to Ipswich.

[tape whirs] [grandiose orchestral music]

- Yes!

[character moans softly]

- Literally everythingyou're doing is turning me on.

I've never had sexlike that before,

not even in our sex heyday.

Last night, it was--it was dirty.

- Was it okay to--

I mean, even all right to do what we did?

It seemed a bit modern.

- It was great sex, Paul.

It was better than cocaine sex.

- Well, we've never had cocaine sex.

- No, but... - Have you had cocaine sex?

- Just a little bit,but that was the best.

- Right. - Hey, talk admin to me.

Tell me how organized you are.

Go on! Do it.It'll work.

- Okay, uh, I had to play hardball

with Michael's solicitor.

- Mm.

- Because his will states... - Mm-hmm.

- That his corpse should be-- not corpse, not corpse,

his body should go, sorry, to medical science.

And there's to be no funeral, so this--fucking hell.

- You can do it. - To be no, um... poems.

- Okay.

- No songs. No people dressed in black.

I'm going to kiss you now.

♪

Are you sure I'm not taking advantage of your grief?

- Oh, I'm not grieving.Get busy.

- Uh-huh.

♪

- Paul.

Oh, Paul.

- Paul! Paul?

- Christ, I wish he still called me Dad.

- What's grief sexwhen it's at home?

I've never heard of it.

- Yeah, but you'd never heard of soya milk.

- If grief sex was a thing,

every funeralwould be a gangbang,

and I've beento a lot of funerals lately,

and let me tell you,that's simply not the case.

Is Ally okay with all this?

- Oh, yeah, she started it,

and it's the best sex we've had for years,

but it feels wrong somehow, exploitative of both of us.

- Bereavement'sa mad fucking ride, Paul.

It's tough to stay sane.

Promise me you won't havegrief sex when I die.

- Why not? I mean, I won't, but why not?

- I don't want you two goingat it like shipwrecked sailors

while I'm barely coldin the ground.

In fact, can you abstain,out of respect,

for, say, a month?

My dying wish.

- Shouldn't your dying wish be

me looking after Mum or something?

- No, she'll go first.

High cholesterol.

- I know you. - You don't know me.

- I know you're not like me.

If I'd beenin your situation tonight,

I would have run awayimmediately, thought,

"I don't needthis meet-the-patriarch shit."

Ooh, the poison fairy has come.Thank you.

- Cheers. - It's only gonna go to waste.

- Fucking hell.

- Notes of corduroy, very nice.

- Ooh! - [coughs]

Um, you want to dine and dash?

♪

- We do a runner? - Yeah.

- I'm not doing a fucking runner!

- Aww!Oh, you're one of those, oh.

- Oh, Jesus, really? - Come on.

I know you gota spine in there.

Just bring it on out.

There's a whole world out therewaiting for you.

Plunge through it, come on.

- Listen, if you're daring me to do it, then I'll do it.

- All right,I'm daring you to do it.

- You want me to do a runner?

Done. Fucking done.

Right, okay. On my... thing.

- Your thing? - Okay.

Okay, ready?

Okay, three, two, one.

Fuck!

- Don't you run! What?

- Shit!

- Come back here!

Hey!

- Fucking... oh.

Oh, man, that was incredible.It was exciting.

- Yeah. - I feel alive.

That was--this is the real me.

Always on my toes.Nimble.

- No, it isn't. - Mm.

- The real you is the exact opposite of that.

- No, it's not.

- Tell me you're not gonna go back

to that place tomorrow and pay them.

- Oh, yeah, I'm gonna do that.

[both laugh]

Oh.

Oh, shit.

- Treat her well.

Don't be another me.

♪

- Hey, you all right? - [groans]

Give her a kiss from me. And I apologize for my breath.

♪

- It's so lovely and peaceful. - It's too peaceful.

Luke hasn't donehis smoke alarm

and perimeter checks yet.

- Mm.

[Luke whimpering]

- Oh.

- Sweetheart. - I miss Sprout.

I used to tell him all my secrets.

- Baby, I'm so sorry.

Was he a very good listener?

- He was.

I-I can't really feel him inside of me.

I lied.

- He's always there,even if you can't feel him.

- You know, I think we need to bury Sprout

so we can all have a proper good-bye.

Sprout's been in the freezer long enough.

- Sprout is in the freezer?

- Shh, there, there. [mouths word]

♪

Does anyone want to say a few words?

- Sprout was my friend, my best friend.

He liked eating.

He, um, uh...

I don't know what to say.

- Sprout had a,uh, zest for life.

He was an adventurouslittle soul.

You didn't see him much, but it was always reassuring

to know that he was somewhere there under the hay.

Not that he ever really was "there" there.

I mean, he let me down all the time.

Where was he when I graduated?

When I gave birth to Luke,

he was upa fucking coconut tree in Oman.

Oh... God, he could be selfish

and erratic... and mad and lazy.

But he was him, he was just--

he was Sprout.

The egotistical

and magical, infuriating,

charismatic,

sweet, lovely... gerbil.

And we're gonna miss him.

[solemn music]

♪

- Hey, come on.

It's all right, darling. It's all right.

- Can we go home now?

- Sense the tone.

[melancholy rock music]

[singers vocalizing]

♪

I'm good at reading and writing.

Yes, you are. You know, I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid.

Or an artist, you know?

Cartoonist, maybe. Combine the two.

Why didn't you?

-[both screaming] -Wake up!

-You two came along. -[screaming]

-Bing, bing, bing! -Oh!

-Life gets in the way, don't it?-[screams]-[grunts]

Oh. Ow!

You drift.

-Ahh. -[screaming]

I'm not blaming you. Just... you did ask. Right.

Aren't you Lil Dicky?

♪ Yes, I know That I'm a rapper ♪

-♪ At the end of the day ♪ -[gasping]

♪ But I think It's time you knew me By my government name ♪

-♪ Hi, I'm Dave ♪ -ANNOUNCER: Dave.

All-new Wednesday at 10:00 on FXX.

And next day, FX on Hulu.

Whoa!

How bad is it for the environment?

-Really bad. -[groans]

-Mom, this car doesn't fit all of us. -I know.

Oof. Do we look alike?

-Are our gabilas the same? -My God, Mom!

[snickers] Ooh!

-[howling]-I see what's on the other side.

[laughing]

Welcome to my midlife crisis!

Do me a favor?Never look me in the eye again.

Okay? 'Cause your stare is way too intense.

It's starting to make my hair fall out.

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

[screams]