All language subtitles for Back s02e03.eng

Morning, Geoff.

Off to a wedding?

Just been to one, Jan.

Who?

Me.
Jan meant who was getting married.

Me.

Bloody hell, Geoff.

You kept this quiet.

Who's the lucky lady?

Luca, the Italian bloke who's been
working on my farm.

Oh, that's great Geoff.
I, I didn't know you were, uh...

It's a visa thing.

We're not lovers.

Oh.
They were gonna deport him.

Easiest way to keep him here.

It helps him, it helps me,
it fucks the Home Office.

Win, win, win.

Ciao. Bonjour.

What are you having husband mine?

You will need to be driving
the horse box later, mate, so...

Two very strong lagers please,
Jan, for me and my new husband.

Coming right up.

Congratulations.
Oh, feel quite emotional.

It's a fake wedding, Jan.

Yeah, I know but still. Oh.

Yeah, a few sandwiches, some Cava.
Mini Scotch eggs? Sure. Magic!

I am not one of those awful mothers
who insist their children be normal.

That's simply not me.

That's simply not you at all, Ellen.

But Stephen's become a lot more
normal recently.

Hasn't he?

He's the most normal
I've ever seen him.

He's almost normal-normal
like a normal person would be.

Good, great.

I mean, he doesn't have to be
normal, of course he doesn't.

It's just, hmm, really,
really terrific that he is.

Here's to normal children.

We don't have any tagines at all
I don't think, love.

Cass!

Uh, why do you want a tagine, Cass?

I still don't know why you want to
live in a shared house, sweetheart.

You're only doing a part time
A Level course.

I think I know.

Cass, we know you're an atheist,
love, and that's great.

You don't have to keep
on telling us.

I think you want to get away
because you feel cramped.

I'm living here now and Stephen's
back and you crave your own space.

Yes, I do.

DOOR CLOSES
Ah, phew!

Hi, sweetheart.

How far this morning?

Oh, just under 16K.

Wow!

The endorphins are racing
around my body like,

I don't know, ants in tiny cars.

Time for a shower
and a big bowl of porridge.

Brilliant!

Happy fake wedding, Geoff.

Thanks, Stephen. Drink?
I've got a fizzy water, thanks.

Right, I forgot
you're Captain Fitness now.

I'm not sure about Captain.

Uh, maybe Second Lieutenant Fitness.

You look well on it.

Your mum was worried you might
relapse with all that

business about who your dad was.

I, I've got the fitness bug instead.

Ah, I should actually go
and do a quick 10K now.

Don't cycle too hard
and stay off the fucking pavements.

See you later.

Excuse me.

How's married life treating you?

You know it's good to know
I can stay here. Hmm.

So, you'd have been deported back to
Italy if you hadn't married Geoff?

Yes. All this Brexit shit.

SUCKS TEETH
I know.

Wouldn't you have had
right of permanent residency anyway?

Uh, No, I haven't been here
five years.

Only four.

I thought the other day
I heard you say you were

here for the London Olympics?

HE LAUGHS

We understand each other, huh,
you and me?

We are, uh, very similar.

I'm not sure we are.

Yeah, we are in what we are doing
here with these people.

We are like two, as the saying goes.

Peas.

In a pod.

What?
The saying is two peas in a pod.

Pot? Pod.

Pot? Pod.

Why? Why would there be only two
peas in a pot?

It's a waste of a pot. Pod.

You see, we don't
understand each other at all.

Oh, we do
understand each other, my friend.

Like two peas boiling
together...

...in the pot.

Fucking hell!

Hawthorne, cherry tree, phone box,
road sign...

Right!

Hedge vodka.

The best vodka.

Tring? Tring?

Tring.
But it's not written in stone.

It might be thatjulian will be
transferred to a new

parish near Tring.

And would you go too, Ellen,
to Tring?

Yes. I think I would.

OK.

It's a big decision, though.

Tenure there would be at least
ten years.

Right.

Excuse me.

Where is Tring?
It's Scotland, isn't it?

Come ye back to bonny Tring?

I thought it was an isle,
off the Kent coast.

Isle of Tring.

Actually, isn't it a forest?
The Forest of Tring...

Tring Forest?

It's in Hertfordshire.

That's not ringing any bells.

No, really.
Tring is in Hertfordshire.

Are you sure?
Sounds more like Scotland to me.

Tring golf course.

Tring distillery.

I, I, I know where it is, Jan.

I looked it
when I was asked about moving there.

OK.

Maybe you two can compromise
and say it's in the Midlands.

Great, yeah. Works for me.

No, that's lunacy!

It's in Hertfordshire.
It's on bloody maps.

All right, vicar.

Steady on.

It really is. I know.

I'm fooling you,
idiot robot monitor.

You think this is activity.

Gullible twat watch.

Geoff, can I talk candidly to you?

In a sexual way?

No. Great.

Go ahead. All ears.

How well do you know Luca?

Pretty well.

We spend a lot of time together.

We like to watch
episodes of Kavanagh QC on VHS.

Right.
And old Springwatches, too.

The Bill Oddie years.

Pre 9/11.

You can watch a wren building its
nest oblivious to the coming chaos.

Still feeling the ripples now,
aren't we?

I mean, the wren isn't -
they only live seven years.

What's that in dog years?

Can you mix them up?

Or is it like metres and yards?

Although, a metre is roughly a yard,
isn't it?

Sorry, where was I?

Bill Oddie and the attack
on the World Trade Centre.

I wasn't implying Bill was involved.

So Luca.

Yeah. You trust him?

As much as I trust any man. Why?

I just get a vibe from him.

I'm not saying he is
but I can spot a grifter.

Oh, yeah.
You meet a lot in care.

People who take advantage of others
to advance themselves.

I'm grateful for your intervention,
Andrew, but fuck off.

I trust Luca.

He's my Kavanagh buddy
and my lawful wedded husband.

Now if you'll excuse me
my vast prostate is tapping me

on the bladder.

I really like Geoff.

I mean, he's a bit bluff sometimes
but...

At Halloween, he wires his door
knocker to a car battery.

That's just him trying to be spooky.

At heart, he's a good man.

Well, I mean, I can certainly do
some checks.

Land registry etc,
see, see what Geoff owns,

what Luca might
get in the event of a divorce.

But it will take a while.

I'll pay. Oh, no.

No, it's Geoff.
He's sort of family.

No, I insist.
It's your professional time.

I wouldn't dream of asking someone
of your calibre to work for free.

Well, poor Maureen's vet bills have
been pretty eye watering lately.

What's wrong with her?

Absolutely everything.

I've heard that can be
tough to treat.

I'll find out what I can.

See if Luca is on the level.

I just don't like the idea of older
people being taken advantage of.

All the main post
enlightenment advances.

Are, are you sure it's a
student house?

Right. just not necessarily this
particular one.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Hi!

Sally.

It'll be in one of these two boxes.

Oh, no, I'm fine,
don't worry about the tea.

When did you move in?

This, is it?

Right, I was just...

I was just calling to say hello.

You'll probably see me around maybe
a couple of times a day.

I'm not.

I'm Mrs Walsh's carer.

She's in the room on the ground
floor.

Emergency housing.

Her old place wasn't fit to live in.

How old is she?

She's 89.

Not doing very well sadly
but still fairly independent.

So who, who, who else lives here?

Well,
there's Tom on the first floor.

He's going through
a divorce right now.

Cries a lot. You can
hear him crying most of the time.

CRYI NG IN BACKGROUND

There we go. Then there's Sean -

a tiny man with a
big set of conga drums who

never speaks, and Katie,
primary school teacher.

She's really not.

STEADY BEAT OF CONGA DRUMS

Fucker!

Someone's had it.

My auxiliary hedge vodka.

You look cross.
What's up? Nothing.

I'm absolutely fine.

I'm cycling, which I love,
and I'm sober, which is brilliant.

You going to work?
I thought you took Fridays off.

Yeah, I'm gonna see what I can find
out about Geoff's properties.

Why?

Andrew thinks Luca
might be trying to scam Geoff.

Andrew? I know.

Andrew's worried about scamming?

Sorry, my mind just turned
into an Escher staircase.

Andrew thinks something's up.

I guess it takes a fucker
to catch a fucker.

Yeah, well, he's paid me to find out
if this fucker is fucking Geoff.

OK, but it feels uncomfortable
and weird.

Like when there's a teenager
on Countdown.

Come on.

DRUMS PLAY IN DISTANCE

Oh, is it tonight, Jess? Cass.

Oh, sorry. It's OK.

Jess, Cass, they're just labels.

It is tonight, Tom. Entree.
I got your note under the door.

"Bring some food, bring your stories, bring
your humanity." That's the one, yeah, yeah.

And there was a drawing
of two tadpoles having sex.

That's the Yin-Yang symbol.

Oh, right. Sorry.

I thought that we could get together
as a house and shoot the shit

about politics and life
and theology and Love Island.

Serious and silly, you know?

I don't have a TV.

Um, and, and I don't really pay
much attention to politics.

They're all the same at the end
of the day, aren't they?

I've made two tagines -

lamb for the carnivore,
mushroom for the vegans.

And I've made hummus, courgette
kofte, flatbreads and tabouleh.

Brought some Popchips.

Great! Yum.

Oh, also, uh, I brought some whisky,
but is it OK ifjust I had that?

No. Sure. I invited the conga guy,
but... Oh, he won't come.

He just lives for his congas.

Yeah, I asked Mrs Walsh
if she'd like to come

or we could go and visit her.

Who the fuck do you think you are
putting a note under my door?

L'm sorry?

Answer my fucking question.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

My name's Cass.

You slide another note
under my door, Cass,

and I will finish you.

Is she the primary school teacher?
Yeah.

I think she gets stressed
by all the marking.

DOOR SLAMS
Tagine?

Uh, no, I'm fine
with my Popchips, thanks.

Oh, hi, Sally.

Mrs Walsh on her way?

Oh, uh, sorry, I thought you knew.

Mrs Walsh passed away last night.

Oh, no. Yeah, I thought
you might have heard the commotion.

No, I wear ear plugs
because of the congas and the...

MY Weeping? Yeah.

Oh, right. She had a fall.
The ambulance was called.

She was taken into St Agnes
and her poor old heart just gave up.

Oh, dear. Are you OK?
Do you want some tagine?

Oh, God, you know
what I would love some tagine.

Thank you, Cass.

No thank you, Sally.

Sit down.

PHONE RINGS, DOG WHIMPERS

Hi, Mum. Hi, love.

Thank you. Uh, you working?
Uh, yes. Confidential.

Geoff stuff.

Oh, thought so.

It went fine, so no worries.

I'm heading home in a bit.

Sorry, what went fine?

The hospital appointment.

The tests
for my, you know, procedure.

Oh, God, I was meant to drive you
there and stay with you, wasn't I?

Oh, shit my tits, I'm so sorry.

Listen l'll...l'll come
and take you home.

No, no, it's fine.

A friend took me, waited around
and they'll bring me back.

I'm so sorry. Don't be silly.

You're the one who's working.

I'm just swanning around
being a burden on the NHS.

OK. See you, Mum. Bye, love.

SHE SIGHS

LAUGHTER

I haven't had this much fun in ages.

We are having fun, aren't we?
We are.

I might start crying again
in a moment if that's OK.

Oh, of course. Cry away, Tom.
We don't mind.

Crying is the debt one owes
to laughter. Who said that?

It's from a poem I wrote
about clowns when I was 22.

It's very profound. Thanks.
The lamb tagine is lovely, Cass.

It all is. And the Popchips.

Thanks.
Tagines are just great, aren't they?

My mum has at least
five different tagines she uses.

My mum, too! She's tagine crazy.
Too many tagines!

THEY LAUGH

This is almost exactly how
I pictured being a student would be.

TOM WAILS

Hummus, Tom?

Thanks.

I love dips.

And I've got a friend, Sally.

She's not a student,
but she acts like one.

And I loved History of Art,
session three, so much

that I'm gonna sign up
for more A-Levels

and apply to uni,
be a proper student.

Wow. You're moving on.

Yeah, I think Mum's finally ready
to fly the nest, bless her.

I've done what I can.
Tring's the trigger.

New lives all round.

I don't know why anyone wants
to go to university.

The fees!

You're 60 grand in debt
before you know it.

Well, it's a springboard, isn't it?
And a step ladder.

I mean, not at the same time -
that'd be a deathtrap.

Knowledge and learning
are wonderful things.

Times change, though, Cass.

We've all got access
to Wikipedia now.

Ask me anything.

What's the smallest duck
in the world?

What's the biggest duck
in the world? Hairiest baby?

Who invented Scart leads?
Love Scart. Solid.

Like Stickle Bricks,
no fucking about.

DOOR OPENS

Ah! Eh, my husband.

Still feels weird to say it.
Well, it is weird, Geoff.

You're two heterosexual men
married for immigration purposes.

Yeah, fair enough, I suppose. Hmm.

Oh, yeah, interesting?

Right all them cunts, got you.

Great. Sounds perfect.

Can you sort out the admin
and paperwork and whatnot?

Does my head in.

The rinse aid guy has just been.

Brilliant. You off on a cycle?

Yes, Poirot. I am.
Have a good one.

Thank you.

Is it you? You look debauched.

Or is it you?

You enormously furtive man.

TRICKLING

HE GAGS

Ha, caught you!

That's rinse aid,
you sweaty pissing fuck!

You're drinking rinse aid.

Enjoy your shiny shits,
you thieving fucking dog!

What have you done?

I've protected my property,

as is my right in common law
as an Englishman. You're insane.

No, I'm reliant on alcohol, trying
to disguise that fact from my family

and you've stolen my only source
of the drug to which I'm addicted.

That's sane as balls.

Hang on, you stay there.

I'm calling the police.

You've tried to poison me.
No, I didn't.

I'm an eccentric man
who, as well as vodka,

leaves his rinse aid in bushes,
so he's always got some spare.

You poisoned yourself.

You keep bottles of vodka
hidden in hedges?

Sure.
It's no big deal.

It's just some hedge vodka.

Uh, I've suddenly realised
now I say it

that the words "hedge vodka"

don't sound great,
so let's just call it outdoor vodka.

All right, for some reason
that doesn't sound good either.

Uh, normal vodka.

OK, not that. Vodka.

Look, let's just imagine
I'd said vodka.

Although, now even vodka
doesn't sound great.

Look, I don't like my brain.

I want it to feel different.

I only drink because
it's the easiest way to do that.

If they did yoghurt with morphine
in it, I'd have that instead.

I'm a victim of other people's
lack of imagination.

Full name please, sir.

He was drinking the hedge vodka,
too.

Joggy Johnson there.

Why am I the only freak?
Name please, sir.

Stephen Richard Nichols.

I thought he was normal again.

I thought he'd turned a corner,
but he'd turned two more corners

and ended up back where he started.

Maybe Tring is the answer.

If I go away with you
to wherever Tring is...

Hertfordshire. And Cass goes away
to study,

and maybe if Geoff gets
his rewilding money

and moves away, then perhaps Stephen
will find some get-up-and-go.

And she said he actually
looked like a bald Iris Murdoch.

Wow, that's a powerful look.

You don't have to pretend
you weren't talking about me.

I've disappointed you, I know.

I'm not disappointed.

I'm concerned for you,
for your health.

You should maybe get some help.

I got help, remember?
It didn't help.

I'll find a way through.

Don't worry about me.

OK, fine. We won't worry.

SCRATCHING

Post.

It is just milk. Good.

That's a blessing.

He's not getting miniatures
sent in a jiffy bag, is he?

So all's still in Geoff's name?
Seemingly.

Farm, farmhouse, he rents an extra
field, but all in his sole name.

Luca not mentioned.

Hmm, I still don't trust him.

Something's going on.

What makes you so sure?

Look, I'm not stupid.

I know what Stephen thinks of me
and what you think of me.

Bottom line is
I know what a liar looks like

because sometimes to survive in care
and beyond l've...lied.

OK.

What about?

Nothing big.

Maybe I've finessed a past job

to make it seem more important
than it was.

My point is I can spot a liar
a mile off, and Luca's a liar.

OK, well, I appreciate your honesty.

About the lying.

I appreciate your appreciation.
No lie.

Well, look, I, uh,
I should head off.

Oh, Wendy dropped this
in my car last Friday.

Um, didn't know if she needed it.
Mum?

Yeah, she called to ask
if I'd take her up to the hospital.

You were working.

On the Geoff thing
that you asked me to work on.

I hope you don't mind.

No... No. Thanks for doing it.

I'm not imposing or anything?
No. Not at all. Great.

She's a lovely woman.

I bet she's a great mum.

She is. My mum.

My lovely mum.

He's evil, he's evil

He's evil, he's evil, he's evil

He's evil, he's evil

He's evil, he's evil, he's evil

He's got wit, he's got charm
But when he gets rough...

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