All language subtitles for Show.Pieces.2014.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Hello, darling, it's your
father.

Haven't heard from you
since you found your new flat.

Hope you're alright...

...Your mother sends her love
and all that,

but what I'm really calling
about is this latest bit of
yours in the paper.

Honestly, Faith!

I know you've got
your own views on religion

we've talked about that

but where's the sense in
digging up all this stuff about
poor old Leonard?

It's not like he's still here
and can answer back, is it?

- Oh, fuck off, dad.
- To be honest...

...we thought you wanted to go
into journalism, not muckraking

Anyway, give us a call when
you get this

assuming you haven't
forgotten our number.

Alright, I hope you're well.
'Bye.

Yeah, hi, Faith, it's me,
Claire.

Listen, I was going to tell you
before you left the newsroom,

but I got talking to Bob and
when I looked round you were
gone.

Anyway, me and Liz and Lorraine
are round at the
Charles Bradlaugh,

so if you're not doing anything
then you can rock by and join
us.

Okay, that's all. Take care.
'Bye.

Claire?

Yeah, hi, it's me.

Yeah, yeah, I got your message.

No.

No, I'm ever so sorry, babe.
I'm all tied up tonight.

Yeah, well, that and other
things. You know.

Is that Liz I can hear in the
background?

Yeah, well, tell her she's a
crack-whore, but for Bailey's.

You can tell me what you were
talking to Bob about.

Yeah, I bet.

Okay darling, I'll see you
Monday.

Yeah. Yeah. Big hugs.
Ok, bye, yeah. 'Bye. 'Bye.

Hello?

Is that the.. Costume Hire Shop?

Oh, right, good.

Look, I'm the woman
who was in the other day

I think it was you I spoke to?

Yes.

Yes, Harrington, that's right.

I was just calling to see if
that outfit I asked you to put
by for me.

Yes, the paramedic outfit,
that's the one.

Did anyone call in to
pick it up, or...

...oh, they did.
That's great.

No, no, I was just calling
to see if anyone

had come to pick it up, that's
all.

That's brilliant. Ok.
Thanks a lot.

Yeah.
'Bye.

Is that...
is that the paramedics?

Listen, I, uh, I don't have
anyone else I can turn to.

You see, I'm...

I'm a young woman,
and I live here all on my own.

Yes.
Yes, completely alone.

I'm very... vulnerable.
And lonely.

I'm so lonely that I...

I just dressed myself up in
these... these slutty clothes.

Yes. Yes, they're really slutty.
Like me.

I was...

I was going to go out and,
you know, go out and whore
myself, but...

I'm so ashamed. I'm so ashamed
that I'm going to end it all.

Yes.

Yes, that's right.
In my stockings and everything.

No. No, there's no point
trying to talk me out of it.

I'm just worthless trash
and everybody's better off
without me.

No, goodbye.

Goodbye forever.

Hi, this is Faith.
Sorry I'm not here

but leave a message
and I'll get right back to you.

Hello? Faith, it's me. Pick up.
Oh, fuck.

Look, if you've not started
already, then don't.

There's been an accident.
The car's fucked. Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck. Look, I'm coming
round as fast as I can, okay?

Oh, shit, darling, I'm so
sorry. I'm so sorry.

Look, just hang on, okay,
just... I mean, just don't
worry.

I'll be there in a minute.

I'm out of the car-park and I'm
just coming up Michael's Road
now.

Oh, Christ. Oh, Jesus,
love please be alright.

Excuse me,
but I think I'm lost.

I've taken a wrong turn
somewhere and ended up down
here...

Well, we all end up down here
sooner or later, darlin'.

Cinders for eyes,
pennies for eyelids, ay?

Oh, come on. You might as well
just have a quick drink now
you're here.

The show's not started yet, and
they're still serving in the
lounge.

It's back through there.

Oh. Well... Thanks.

You're welcome, sweetheart.

You're late.

I'm sorry?

I dare say you are, son,
but that's late as well.

Hello. Can I... um... have
a double scotch, please? No ice.

That's just as well.

You'll not find
any ice round here, love...

Although everybody's on
the rocks, ay?

No, I'm only joking with you,
love.

One double scotch with no ice,
coming up.

This place is a bit... different

It's like something out of
forty years ago.

I wouldn't know about that, love

We've had 'em all in here,
though, for last orders.

All the dodgy councillors and
planners, the off-duty coppers
and the bigwigs.

We had him that strangled that
little boy, what was his name?

The businessman. He had a shop
in the town centre...

I didn't even know this place
was here.

Yes you did.

What...
um, what do I owe you?

Oh no, love, this one's courtesy
of Mr. Matchbright over there.

He's one of the proprietors.

I'm sorry if it put you out
earlier, with my little comment.

I only meant to pull your leg,
but evidently it fell on dead
ears.

I'm Nicky Matchbright

and this lovely lady
is my very good friend...

I'm sorry, love,
what was the name again?

I'm Faith.

Oh yeah. Lovely name.
And you are...?

James.

I'm only stopping for this
drink. I'm lost.

This isn't where I'm meant to be

You might be right, James.
You might very well be right.

But this is where you are.
Do you see what I'm saying?

This is what you gravitate
towards.

You've got a drink there in your
hand, there's all these pretty
girls around,

and who knows what might happen
later, ay, James?

Who knows?

This is every evening that
you've ever had, James

here or somewhere like it.

This is all your nights.

It's where you're the most
comfortable

the state that takes
the least energy to maintain.

That's just the laws of physics,
am I right?

We can't do anything about it.
None of us roll uphill, do we?
None of us.

Uh... well, no. No, put like
that, I don't suppose we do.

You're right, James. You're dead
right. Of course we fucking
don't.

Now, you see James here.
He's got the right attitude.

Acceptance, am I right?

He accepts things the way
they are.

There's none of this hostility,
none of this bargaining.

You could do worse than taking a
leaf out of his book, girl...

I'm sorry, I forgot your name
again. Joy, was it? Was it Joy?

Faith. I-I'm Faith.

Oh yeah, of course you are.

Now...

I've got some business that
needs seeing to before the show
starts

with my other half.

I suppose you might say he
was the senior partner

Mr. Metterton,
the Great I Am.

I'm sure you know the type.

Joy, darling, why don't
you go through to the big room

and see that the Bare Brides
are getting ready?

You can take James
with you if you like.

I'm sure I can trust you with
her. Ay, James? You'll look
after her.

Well, I was just... I mean,
yeah. Of course I will.
Why wouldn't I?

That's a good one.

Is everything all right?
I mean, back there, you...

Would you like to... I mean...
Is it all right for you to
dance?

This kind of place...

I wouldn't expect to find
someone like you in here.

I'm just like anyone else.

I wouldn't be here if I hadn't
let things get out of control.

What do you mean?
What kind of things?

With me, it's sex.
I just... I don't know.

It goes dead after a time,
do you find that?

I can't get excited
without something extra.

Then someone mentions
asphyxiation...

Mm. I've never liked the sound
of that.

Couldn't it, you know,
go too far?

Oh, it always goes too far.

That man, Mr. Matchbright?

You're in a relationship
with him?

I think we all are.

They go back years, apparently,
him and his partner.

Metterton and Matchbright.
One of those old...

end of the pier double acts that
can't stand each other in real
life.

They had this stupid
music hall catchphrase

"Doctor, I think we're losing
him."

My parents used to say it all
the time

if they thought
I wasn't paying attention.

I used to hate it.

It's dead out there tonight.

This is childish. You know, I
can keep this up for as long as
you can.

For fuck's sake!

Are these the dancers
he asked you to check on?

The... what did he call them?

The Bare Brides.

Look, I... I need to go
talk to their manager.

You'll be alright on your own,
yeah?

I need to find the washroom,
anyway. You go ahead, then. I'll
be fine.

... and I suppose in many ways,
that was my biggest problem.

When we started going out,
that was what she liked me for.

'Cos I could make her laugh.

Then I started turning
everything into a joke.

It was the only level
we could relate to.

It ended up as a load of
stupid catchphrases and banter.

'Nice to see you,
to see you nice'

'Can I do you now, sir?'

'Doctor, I think we're
losing him'

Just stuff like that, day after
day, night after night.

I can't blame her for having the
affair.

I genuinely can't.

What's ironic is,
I don't tell jokes any more.

Recently, these days,
I just masturbate and cry.

Usually at the same time.

You must be nervous.

- I'm sorry?
- Don't be sorry.

Everyone gets nervous on the big
night

even when they've had
all this time to get ready.

The best thing you can do is
think of it as like a talent
show.

Everything's a talent show
these days, sweetheart.

What? But... oh, no, no, I'm not
appearing. I'm, you know...

Disappearing?

Ha. No, I just stopped in here
for a drink.

Just need to find the men's room
and I'm off, basically.

Right. Back to the way you came.

Thank you.

Like I said: nerves.

So! This is where all the big
knobs hang out, is it?

Yeah. Probably too often for my
own good.

I mean, tonight, I can't
even remember which pub I
started out in.

It's not like I plan to go
out getting pissed, looking for
women.

I just always seem to somehow
end up in a place like this.

Funny, innit?

Where's Faith gone?

Well, James, that's a matter for
the theologians.

If you're looking for an angel,
I'd trying looking in the wings,
ay?

Now, let's have a bit of hush.

He's about to take the stage.

The Great I Am...

Begun as diamond, ended in the
rough

here is the long-expected great
surprise.

Would that thy tears rolled back
into those eyes that

that never loved
or never loved enough.

The dizzy spell's black circle,
widening,

and every day caught
in the comb more hair

now suddenly here is the empty
chair.

Here is the unimaginable thing.

The words are said that
nothing can put it right.

First, 'It's a boy',
flung to the mortal swim,

then, soon, 'Doctor, I think
we're losing him',

and after that, the light, the
light, the light...

Move.

Wh-what happened? What happened?
Am I gonna be all right?

Not really.
You're dead.

Oh, God.
Are you working for Bleeker?

Are you going to kill me?

What would be the point of that?
I just told you. You're dead.

Oh no. No, no, this is not
right. I'm not dead.

Got pissed at a club.
Fell down steps.

Dead.

No, I... I was at the club,
right?

May've been a fall, but,
I mean, surely I...

Dead.
Put him on the spot.

This is wrong.
You've got me wrong.

No, we haven't.

It's Egyptian Rules
from here on then.

The opening of the mouth,
the weighing of the heart...

all that shit.

Oh, but don't fret, it don't
hurt. Well, I say that but...

Look, please, I don't
understand.

You've got the wrong man.
Please, I don't deserve this...

Yes you do. At the end of the
day, we all deserve it, James.

And make no mistake, this is the
end of the fucking day.

But... what have I done?
I haven't done anything...

Now, that's not strictly true.
Is it, James?

You've done a lot of things.

What about all them women?

You did them, didn't you?

And they weren't nothing.

Penny, Jenny, Izzy, Lizzie,
Trudy, Judy, Dotty, Lottie...

And that's just
the ones that rhyme.

What about that woman you left
up in the hospital... half dead.

Covered in cuts, burns,
bruises...

tubes up noses...
doctors looking doubtful?

That's never good, James.
That's never good.

- Oh, Christ...
- He's fuck all to do with it.

Christianity, it's a bit
modern... Innit? It's a bit of a
fad.

Round our house, we like the old
fashioned way of doing things.

Beryl, love, open up
his mouth, will you?

Let's get this over and done
with the least fuss as possible.

Get what done with?

That woman,
you can't blame...

Yes, James.
Yes, we can blame you.

By and large,
that's what we're here for.

Now, the opening of the mouth.

That's what the old Egyptians
used to do to mummies

so they could still eat and
drink after they were dead.

Diet's still important,
even when you've passed on.

You've got to keep
your strength up.

Beryl, love, put some
music on, will you?

And then bring me the Nectar.

How's that going down, James?

All right? All right?

I'm sorry it's only
creamed rice

but it's all we can get
our hands on down here.

I know, I know that, I know.
It's shit, innit?

It's very unpleasant, all this.
You must be frightened.

I expect you just want all this
to be over, don't you?

But that's for when
you're still alive...

unpleasant things being over.

Down here, it's not like that.

That's enough, darling.

We have to leave room
to give him a drink and all.

This is even more
important than food...

Drink, when you're a mummy.

Imagine being buried under
the sand with all the beetles.

You'd get proper dry, wouldn't
you? Practically desiccated.

Old James here, he's never been
one to refuse a drink.

Fuck me, James.

Don't you make a lot of noise?
Don't he make a lot of noise?

You're putting me right off.

You make me feel...
not hostile but...

Beryl, what's the word for
how he's making me feel?

- Rancorous.
- That's it, rancorous.

You're making me feel rancorous.
You're acting like a big baby.

Look at you.
It's only blood on your hands.

It's only blood what's got
spilled because of you, James.

It's blood what's on your hands.

You know that, don't you?
It's all over you.

Look on your face.

Oh, dear.

No, joking aside,
we have to be serious now.

We have to be serious

'cos this is a very serious
matter what we're all involved
in here.

'Cos everyone down here, James,
we're all dead.

Now then...

Let's have a little look at what
the Book has to say about you

before we pass judgement.

And let's be clear, this is
eternal judgement what we're
talking about.

If I were you, James,
I'd feel insulted.

'Cos if you were a Pharaoh
you'd have Osiris or Isis...

or some other posh bugger
passing down the verdict

but because it's you... you get
a stripper and a fucking clown.

Let's have a butcher's at what
it says in here, shall we?

"And when his belly is made
full"

"then shall he come
unto a Hall of Two Truths"

"where is placed the scale"

"in its correct position
in the Land of Silence."

"Here shall James..."

'Cos they leave a sort of blank
there for you to write the name
in, so...

"Here shall James purge
all misdeeds what he has done,"

"and herein shall he likewise
see the faces of the Gods."

Now, the faces of the gods,
that's me and Beryl.

You'll just have to use
your imagination for that bit,
won't you?

"And he shall hail them,
and testify that he knows them"

"and that he knows their names"

"and knows the forty-two
gods that are with them"

"and live on those
who preserve evil"

"who swallow their blood..."

Oh, shocking...

"who swallow their blood on
that day of the reckoning of
characters"

"in the presence of Osiris."

"Then shall James speak
his negative confession, saying"

"I have not committed
wrongdoing."

"I have not mistreated cattle."

"I have not done evil."

"I have not caused pain."

"I have not caused weeping."

"I have not made
suffering for anyone."

"I have not stolen the cakes
of the blessed dead."

"I have not copulated."

"I have not been lascivious."

"I have not added to the weight
of the balance."

"Nor have I tampered
with the plummet of the scales."

"I have not extinguished a fire
at its critical moment."

"I am pure, I am pure,
I AM PURE."

"I AM PURE!"

Are you, James?
Are you pure?

But don't worry.
There's not much left...

"Then shall James bare his
breast and offer up that which
is in him"

"crying: O Fiery-One,
who has come forth backwards"

"I have not stolen
a God's property."

"O Smasher-of-Bones, who has
come forth from Heraclee..."

from... Her-Herac...
How do you say this? Hera...

"Heracleopolis..."

"from Heracleopolis,
I have not told lies."

"O Eater-of-Entrails, who has
come forth from the Court of
Thirty"

"I have not committed usury."

"Then shall that which is in
him be brought forth and seated
on the scale"

"wherein shall it be matched
against a plume of Maat"

"she who is silent
and has no word."

"And be that vessel but
encumbered by a single,
singular, wrong"

"so that the feather be
outweighed"

"then shall Apophis at his
glorious table make no longer
plaint of hunger"

"and then shall jackals
have their due."

So, James, did you understand
all that?

What I was doing,
I was reading you your rights.

All that stuff is about tearing
out your heart and weighing it
against a feather.

You're alright with that, are
you?

Good. Good.

'Cos I mean, tearing out your
heart...

It is not as if you gonna miss
it, is it?

All them women, they'd all been
through bad relationships,
divorces...

They just wanted to feel good
about themselves again.

A little bit of reassurance,
a bit of respect...

but you were off outta the
door before your spunk was dry.

It's only your heart, James.
You won't be needing it.

Granted, might feel a bit
peculiar not having one, but you
get used to it.

It heals.

So, all we have to do
now is weigh it.

And find out whether
you are going to paradise

or whether your immortal soul...

is going to Apophis,
the Devourer of the Dead.

It's exactly as it sounds,
the Devourer of the Dead.

I blame the Egyptians.

I mean, good with make-up and
all that, but fucking morbid.

Who'd have thought that
they'd know what they were
talking about

when it comes to the afterlife?
I were a Catholic.

I would expect to see Jesus,
and me Nan, Saint Patrick...

I were gobsmacked.

You could have knocked me
down... with a feather!

Eh, nice, ain't it?
Vulture feather.

Stands for silence
and truth and all that.

So, James, let's see if your
heart

is heavier than silence
and truth, shall we?

Oh, dear. Oh, that's bad.

Oh, that's like moral
cholesterol that...

laying it down.
Hey, it's all that womanising.

It puts on the pounds, James.
It puts on the pounds.

Looks like we'll be throwing
you to Apophis.

I'm sorry, James, there's
fuck all we can do about this.

On reflection, you're a
worthless fucking shit with a
heavy heart.

Fancy suits, fast cars,
boozing, women...

You're a consumer. So think on
it like this, eh kid.

It's only fair that
you get consumed.

I'll tell you what, James.

We'll get this over and done
with as quick as possible.

We're not sadists, James.

We're not enjoying this. Even
Apophis, he's not enjoying this.

I mean, eating the dead,
that's fucking horrible.

You tell me... Does he look like
he's enjoying it?

Oh, c'mon, James, be a man. Be a
man for once in your fucking
life.

I'm sorry, Apophis. It's not
us, it's soppy-bollocks here,
showing us up.

Come on, James.
Don't keep him waiting.

If you keep him waiting, You're
only gonna make him hungrier.

Don't shirk the inevitable.

Let's get you out of that.
Stop struggling.

This is gonna happen, James.

This is happening and there's
nothing you can do about it, Ok?

Let's get this strap off.
Don't struggle.

You saw the scales.
You saw the feather.

We can't make
any exceptions for you, James.

If we did that, it wouldn't be
fair on the others.

And Apophis, he's good at what
he does. It only takes a
minute...

Come on.

Why are you making this so
difficult? He is practically
ruining my weekend.

Why don't you just
let us do our jobs... why?

Please... please...

Please what? Please let you go?
No, we can't do that, James.

We'd be in trouble.

And I don't think you'd do
anything in return for us, would
you?

Sorry, James,
I couldn't quite catch that.

- Did you catch that, Beryl?
- He said he'd do anything.

James, would you do
anything? Would you do anything?
Would you?

Beryl, maybe we could...

No, it's too risky. C'mon. Up
you get. Get him on his feet.

If... if we were to let you
go... and that is an if...

then you'd have to do
everything what we say.

But could we trust you, James?
Could we? Could we trust you?

All right, come on.

Don't make me regret this,
James.

Thank you. Thank you. No, no.
You won't regret it, I promise
you.

I hope not.

Do you know what you've agreed
to, don't you?

Any time we need your talents

whatever they may be
when they're at home

you make yourself available.

Otherwise we bring you back here
and feed you to Apophis

from the bottom up.

Which means your head
will still be screaming

after your feet have been
digested and are halfway out the
other end.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, yes. Yes, whatever you
want, whenever you want. I
understand.

Good. Well... I'm glad that
we've reached this little
agreement.

You're not such a bad bloke,
are you?

Underneath all the lying and
the cheating and the groping?

It'd be a shame if a fellow
with your potential ended up as
shit and leftovers.

Well, all we've to do is sort
out your accommodation, and...
well, we're done.

Accommodation?

I'll have to find you somewhere
to sleep. It's only manners,
isn't it?

Hey, there might be space up in
my room. Should you like that?

Well, uh... that's great, but...

Well, I got my own flat up by
that park there, the Racecourse
is it?

Up there, yeah. I'll be fine...
I don't want to impose on you...

It wouldn't be an imposition.

Besides, it gets a bit boring
up there on me own...

I like a bit of company, left
to me own devices, don't I,
Beryl?

Oh, he likes a bit of company.
He's very sociable.

Oh, I am. I'm very sociable.

And that flat of yours, that was
for when you were alive.

Living rooms, they're for the
living.

And besides, us being
posthumous, well...

the world out there is not what
it was.

Not what it was?

Gone... for you, James.

I know you must feel a bit
reluctant about shacking up with
me.

That's completely
understandable.

Most people would feel a bit
reluctant about shacking up

and having sex with a dead
clown.

Wouldn't they, Beryl?

To most people it's literally
the last thing they want.

But then, you've got fewer
options these days. Aren't you
with me, lad?

The world you knew
is not there any more.

Wh-what do you mean?

Come with me.

It's where Northampton
goes when it's asleep.

It's where a town goes when it
dies.

It's very dark. There's no
light. It's all tunnel.

Nighthampton, we call it.

English Subtitles:
FLAVIA FERREIRA DOS SANTOS

Subtitles produced by
FLAVIO PESSANHA