All language subtitles for Bucket s01e02_English

(birds chirping)

- You went way too soon.

And I,

I never really knew you, did I?

Oh, mom.

I don't know what to say.

- Well, say whatever
you feel, dear.

- I feel weird.

Who is this again?

- Brian Jones from
The Rolling Stones.

Poor Brian, went in '69, which
is how I always remember him.

You see--

- I get it, mom.

- There.

I always meant to do that.

- And I'm glad you did.

- I hope it was the
right Brian Jones.

(upbeat music)

Well done.

- I don't think you've ever
said that to me before, mom.

- What?

Sorry, dear, talking to myself.

Well done on your
incredible achievements.

That's what I wrote in the
letter to my future self

and put it in the time capsule.

- That's what we're
going to dig up?

I thought you said
it was valuable.

- That's the treasure
of my student days.

- But is it worth
actual money, mom?

- My precious capsule.

It's my legacy, really?

- Well, isn't that me?

- Of course, dear.

But I can put this on eBay.

Time to cash in.

It's for the future,
to fund my bucket,

and to shoot for the moon.

- No, mom, we discussed this.

You are not doing
a human cannon.

- I know, but we
are going skydiving.

- Mom, you're 70 with
the terminal illness.

- No more of that, thank you.

Let's focus on today
and unearthing my hoard.

- Okay, well, what
else is in there?

- If memory serves,

there's a first
edition Sylvia Plath,

a gonk that looks like
Lulu, a Stones record,

and a VIP.

- A VIP?

- A very important plaster cast

of a Rolling Stones's member.

- What?

- Brian Jones's
member to be precise.

- No, sorry.

I still don't understand.

- For goodness' sake, Franny.

His cock!

A plaster cast of a famous cock!

- Ugh.

Since when is that
a collectible?

- Well, everybody was doing
plaster cast in the '60s.

There's a pair of my tits
in an attic somewhere.

But my cock is priceless.

(upbeat music)

Bathe with the baboons.

See the cherry blossom in Japan.

Go for llama trek.

Now, we can do that in Peru
or just outside Northampton.

I'll say Peru.

- I've been thinking.

Seeing as I'm on
a break from work,

I'd really like to get
your memories down before,

well, we don't want to
lose history, do we?

- Here you are, ladies.

This will set you
up for the road.

- Thank you.

- [Waiter] What are
you up to today then?

- We're on a family road trip.

- Oh, yeah.

I see the resemblance.

Tell me, are you two sisters?

(Mim laughs)

So, going anywhere nice?

- Yeah, we're going to my
old University, actually.

Maybe you've heard of it.

Cambridge!

- Brains as well as beauty.

(Mim laughs)

You're out of my league, girls.

- She's not.

- Thanks.

- Well, you didn't
go to Cambridge.

- I didn't try.

You said they'd
never ever want me.

- You lacked the necessary brio.

Those who can do.

She's a teacher,

and a virgin.

- Well, bon appetit.

Give me a shout out if
you need anything else.

- What?

He was so friendly.

- He just wants a tip.

- Here's mine.

Grab every opportunity,
like I did at Cambridge.

So, the road to Cambridge.

A cold wind blows
over the fence.

(Mim blows)

Just drink it.

- It's hot, Franny.

Tiny sips like a geisha.

Better?

- Yes.

So it's been a full 50 years
since last you were there.

- Life sort of got in the way.

- Oh, see, I knew
this would happen.

Ugh, mom.

Mom?

Mom?

Oh, god

Mom?

- I can, let me,

waiter!

- Oh.

You can do that again.

- Mom.

- Sorry.

- Could you do it to her?

(upbeat music)

Left for the park
and ride, Franny.

- [Fran] So how do we
get to your college?

- There's only one way
to get around Cambridge.

Get a move on.

- For fuck's sake.

- Good for your thighs, love.

They need help.

- Good morning.

Well done.

- Well, thank god that's over.

- Yeah, I felt every
cobblestone in my undercarriage.

It wasn't too bad.

- So, here we are
at your old college.

- Are you really gonna
record everything I say?

- Well, yes, because
a thing of the past

won't become a fact of
history unless we record it.

First comes knowledge,
then understanding,

and of course, interpretation.

Maybe I could make your
stories more interesting.

I could write a blog, or a book.

(Mim snores)

- Have you finished boring on?

- It's not boring.

It's all about you.

- Oh.

Well, now, that is interesting.

(soft guitar music)

- [Fran] Let's go get
this time capsule.

- Yes.

And we will.

Just as soon as I remember
where I buried it.

Before I came here,

I was just a plain, fat,
unfulfilled sort of person,

very much like you
are now, Franny.

But I was inspired!

This place is a testament
to greatness, and it says--

- Keep off the grass?

- I can do anything
I like on the grass.

I am an alumna. (laughs)

- Okay, mom.

So talk me through a typical
day of the student you.

- Shakespeare before breakfast,
toss off Chaucer by 11.

And then I'd sprint stark
naked around the quad

before the last chimes of 12.

- Why?

- It was the swinging '60s.

Plan a bomb, make love
on a bicycle, go to war.

I had all the badges.

I put them in the capsule.

- Did you put it somewhere here?

- No.

We went to the river that day.

The things I put in my punt.

- Yeah, but what about
the people, you know,

the great minds you met?

- I was the brightest
star of my year.

Clever chaps used to scale
the walls to get to me

like moths to a flame.

- Really?

Like who?

- Prince Charles.

Stephen Hawking.

- Wow, you met Stephen Hawking?

- He blew my mind.

So I returned the favor.

Now, I'm not saying that's
why he never walked again.

- Mom.

- You don't need to be coy here.

There must be 5,000 virgins
in the maths department alone.

All you had to do in
my day was ask nicely.

- Excuse me.

Are you interested?

- You see.

- In studying at the college.

- (laughs) Done that.

Been there.

Soiled the t-shirt.

(laid back music)

- [Fran] Wow.

Did you know this, mom?

- I knew everything, everyone.

I was Cambridge.

- Mary Tash works here.

Mary Tash.

- I never heard of her.

- Eminent historian,
prolific tweeter.

Now that is a great mind.

I've read all of her books,

well, the TV tie-ins.

I should have brought
one, got it signed.

- Ah, now my first edition
of Plath was signed.

If only I could find it.

- If I did something like this,

I need never go back to
teach at that school.

What do you think, mom?

- I think we're
warm but not hot.

- No, about postgraduate
study, me, here.

- I think if you
can't face feedback

from your secondary school,

I'm not sure you're gonna
like the rigors of Cambridge.

Do you?

- I do have a degree.

- (laughs) Yes, but this
is a little different

from your Lego brick place.

- Red Brick.

But you would know if
you'd ever visited.

- Nothing to see.

- Me?

My graduation?

- Where is this?

Well, it's magic!

- It's just a university, mom.

It's not Hogwarts.

- Yes, but it's not everyone.

Come along now.

It's all coming back to me.

Summer madness, exams looming,

lapping up Madame Bovary
in the President's garden.

- Look, I just want to
find out a bit more, okay,

seeing as we're here.

- I'll get a drink then,
seeing as we're here.

- Sorry, the bar's closed.

- I'm an alumna.

I can help myself.

What do you want, a picture?

- Can I have one of these?

- If you're coming to
one of the seminars.

- Yeah.

- Subject?

- History, I guess.

- 12:15.

- Magna carta.

- I set this place
on fire, literally,

with all those bras I
was burning. (laughs)

1967, flaming joust
stick in one hand,

polyester demi cup in the other.

And voila, (laughs) feminism.

No need to thank me, girls.

- So mom, listen, it only
costs 10K to do a post grad.

- 10 grand?

It was free in my day.

- Everything was
free in your day.

- Who could forget the '60s?

My generation broke the rules.

- And left my generation
the bill, which is 10K.

But if the time
capsule is really worth

what you think it is, then--

- Then we'll go skydiving
over the Grand Canyon, natch.

- Or maybe this could
become a research project.

- I thought it was all about me.

- And Mary Tash
might even teach me.

- What?

- She's basically
totally amazing.

- Who is this Mary Tash
you're creaming over?

- [Fran] The college president.

Look.

- Mary

Tish.

- [Fran] Tash.

Did you ever meet her?

- You know what they say.

If you can remember the '60s,
then you weren't really there.

- What?

- Right, capsule.

- See you at the seminar?

- You're not serious.

- I want what you had.

- Well, you can't have it.

- Why not?

- We've been through all this.

- Is that a maybe?

- Yeah, maybe I will
come to the seminar.

And maybe I'll come
to Cambridge too.

And maybe I'll be the
brightest star in my year.

(Mim laughs)

For god's sake.

Is there a loo nearby?

- This apple fell very
far from the tree.

Not a single promotion after
12 years in the same school.

It's hopeless, really.

We won't be sticking
around for the talk.

It's cruel to encourage her.

Maybe she'd have been
better off as a breeder,

but there's the tragedy.

Not a sausage.

Unless you.

It was early summer.

The Stones had played.

I'd taken that plaster cast.

We dined alfresco.

And threw our lunchboxes
into the river.

- Privileged littering.

- Sort of goodbye to all that.

You're getting this?

- Yes.

- The time capsule
was part of a dare.

We broke in here
at dead of night.

- Maybe it opens from
the other side, mom.

- Any idiot can
see that, Franny.

- Well, I'll go over.

- The wall?

You?

- Yeah.

I'm not completely
useless, you know.

No.

You're gonna have to help me.

- You're facing the wrong way.

- Yeah, but I don't
know what to do.

- Take the leap!

(Fran grunts)

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Are you all right, dear?

- No!

- Should we get up now?

- My knee stings.

I can't even fall
off a wall properly.

I'm sorry I'm such
a letdown, mom.

- Why are you saying all this?

- You said it.

- No, I didn't.

- Uh.

- Hopeless, really.

Hopeless, really.

Hopeless.

Oh, that wasn't me.

- Why don't you help me?

- Oh, come along then.

Should we get the capsule?

- I never succeed, never win.

Never, not even like
a Blue Peter badge.

I wrote in so many times.

- Yes, I never posted them.

- What?

Why?

- I always needed
the jiffy bags.

And I was saving you from
inevitable disappointment.

- By not sending them,

you were guaranteeing
my disappointment.

- Is this another way I've
supposedly ruined your life?

Where are you going?

My capsule!

- I'm not digging
with an open wound.

- It's a tiny graze.

- This is out of
bounds, I'm afraid.

- How many fucking times?

I'm an alumna!

- Yes, but this is the
President's garden.

- Is a first aid nearby?

- Well, my room's
just over there.

I've got plenty of wet wipes.

(laid back music)

- They've changed it a bit.

But I remember these old rooms.

If walls could talk, eh.

- [Fran] They'd
say stop stealing.

- Oh.

Perhaps you'll get

the authentic student
experience after all.

- I don't think I need stitches.

Mom.

Mom.

- She's gone back
to the gardens.

- With my trousers?

- Yes, apparently so.

- Wait.

Did she give you that?

- Yes, she did.

- Oh, god.

I see what's happened here.

- What?

- She wants you to
have sex with me.

- I really don't want to.

I mean, you're so
much older than me.

And I've got a big
maths exam tomorrow.

- Okay, I get it.

- And I'm gay.

- That really should
have been your opener.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

- I could kill her.

Oh, I shouldn't have said that.

My mom is actually dying.

And she has this
insane bucket list.

That's why we're here.

But it makes it worse somehow,

this inventory of all the
things you'll never do,

like make her proud.

- I'm so sorry.

- Still, it's nice
to see the place.

Got the tote.

- Goodbye.

- Thanks for all the wet wipes.

- No, really.

I've got loads.

- Hmm.

There you are!

That was so embarrassing.

- I should say so, crying
over a grazed knee.

- No, you paying that
boy to sleep with me.

- I did no such thing.

- You gave him 20 quid.

- So he keeps shtum.

I was going back in
the President's garden!

Paying someone to
sleep with you?

What kind of a mother
would that make me?

They're the ones who
should be paying.

People do that, you know,
put their virginity on eBay.

- I can't tell if you're joking.

Now give me my trousers back.

- Tell the Beeb we
don't play second fiddle

to Attenborough's penguins,

and RSVP that Nobel lot.

Lovely party bags.

- (gasps) Mary Tash!

- Hello.

- It is an honor.

- Is it indeed?

Then perhaps you could have
dressed for the occasion.

- Oh, god, yeah.

I was just with my mom and she
took my trousers, but anyway.

- Good god, Morgenstein.

- Hello, Mary.

- It is you!

Oh, 50 bloody years!

- What, you knew each other?

- The funniest thing.

I was going through my archives,

Woman's Hour are
doing a feature,

and I found a photograph
of the two of us together.

I must have conjured you up!

- Why didn't you say, mom?

- And this is the progeny,

wondering around the
hall with no trousers on.

The apple does not fall far
from the tree then. (laughs)

Oh, Mim, Mim.

Tea?

- [Fran] Yes!

- We really must be going.

- Oh, no, not till
you've had tea.

Oh, Mim, Mim, 50
bloody years! (laughs)

- This is incredible.

- A bit of a tip, I'm afraid.

I'm not ready to
digitalize yet, you see.

You know they can watch
you through this webcam.

- Who?

- Americans, the
government, perverts,

if they're not all one
and the same thing.

Where did I put this photograph?

- Oh, this has been very jolly,
but we really must go now.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

I just had it.

Come on, have some more cake.

I seem to remember

you always liked a
good mouthful. (laughs)

- Oh, I've heard it all.

- Ah, here it is.

- Oh.

Is this your graduation picture?

- Oh, that's a good one.

Sent down in shame
just before eh, Morgs?

- Sorry, what?

- Booted out, far too wild.

- Mom, you didn't graduate?

- Oh, well, if they'd
handed out BAs for blowies,

she'd have got a
double first. (laughs)

But as for the old books,
well, what do we say?

Lacked the necessary brio.

- Is that right?

- So what brought you back?

- We're doing mom's
bucket list, actually.

- Ah.

Oh.

Oh, what a shame.

I am sorry.

Bic C, is it?

- We came to get her
time capsule but well--

- I think I buried it in
the President's garden.

- Well, I'm the
bloody president, so
let's go and get it.

(upbeat music)

Eureka.

- Here you go, mom.

The moment of truth.

- Where's my first
edition Plath?

My gonk?

My Stones VIP.

- Ugh.

Is that Brian Jones's penis?

- That's a fossilized banana.

Jamaican, I should say.

- But what happened?

I remember the picnic, the
punting, the poo sticks.

- Mom, do you think perhaps
you chucked your time capsule

into the river and
buried your lunchbox?

(soft music)

- Funny how things are
never quite as you remember.

Still, you can't always
get what you want.

- What?

We'll find a bin on the way.

And on the subject of rubbish--

- I did get into Cambridge.

I just fuzzied the
details of how I left.

- Why did you say
that stuff to me, mom?

Why did you always stop
me from even trying?

- It was a sort of protection.

- From what?

- Disappointment.

Yours and mine.

What if you failed?

What if you didn't?

- So all your fears
and frustrations,

you just projected onto me?

- It's called parenting, dear.

The secret's out.

- All my life, I have
felt second rate,

not quite good enough.

And now I know that
you aren't either,

I feel a bit better, actually.

- Well, I'm glad you enjoyed
something on this trip.

Don't worry about
what's happened.

Always ask what's next.

And Franny.

I really don't think you
would have got in, you know.

* Ah, ah, ah, ah

* Ah, ah, ah, ah

* Trying to be brave

* There is only so
much I can take *

* Should you see
courage in my eyes *

* Don't think that
I'm not terrified *

* Fear is always close behind

* Snapping at my heels

* And I am still okay

* With all the things
that I can't change *

* And I am trying to be brave

* But there is only
so much I can take *

(upbeat music)