All language subtitles for Mr Sloane s01e06 Happy New Year, Mr Sloane 2.eng

? 'Cause he gets up in the morning

? And he goes to work at 9:00

? And he comes back home at 5:30

? Gets the same train every time

? And he's oh-so-healthy

? In his body and his mind

? He's a well-respected man about town

? Doing the best things
so conservatively ?

Hello, Jeremy.

Janet.

- Surprised?
- Yeah. Yes.

I suppose I am, really.

I know I should have called first,
but I kept losing my nerve and then...

Somehow it seemed easier
just to show up. Isn't that funny?

Yeah. I suppose so.

- May I come in?
- Yes, yeah. Of course, sorry.

- Would you like some tea?
- That would be lovely. Thank you.

Okay. If you need to use the toilet,
it's just upstairs on the left.

- Yes, I know.
- Of course, yeah. Of course you do.

Everything looks pretty much
as I remember.

Yeah, I didn't really get round
to changing much.

Well, change was never
your highest priority.

- I suppose not.
- How's everything at the office?

The office? Oh...

That's right, you don't know.
I left the company.

What, you left Lynch and Saunders
after all those years? Why?

I felt the time was right, you know?

I'd given them my all

and they'd promised me
lots of things in return

that never seemed to materialise.

So I just finally put my foot down.

Are you at another accountants?

No, no. I'd had enough of numbers.

There's more to life than
adding and subtracting figures.

- Wow. What do you do now?
- I'm a maths teacher.

- Oh.
- Yeah. Great bunch of kids, you know.

Very fulfilling.

They've obviously opened you up
to new experiences.

- How's that?
- Your records.

The Kinks, Rolling Stones,
Jimi Hendrix?

It's a far cry from
Gilbert and Sullivan.

Yes. Yeah, I thought it wise to find
some common ground musically.

Excuse me.

What happened to the ceiling in here?

- Oh, dear. Everything all right?
- Yes! Just clumsy old me.

The ceiling? Uh...

There was a gas leak

and the Council came around
and knocked a hole in the bloody ceiling

to fix it and then left old muggins
here to patch up the hole.

But still, no harm done.

Here's your...

...tea.

So did you ever find yourself?

- Well, in a way, yes, I suppose I did.
- That's good.

I always knew
this day would come, really.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Just seems inevitable, really.
Don't you think?

Well, I'm not sure.
Perhaps you're right.

I guess the real question is, do we go
through the expense of a lawyer,

or do we find a civilised way
to work this out on our own?

- A lawyer?
- Well, for the divorce.

Oh, Jeremy, I came home to be with
you, for us to be together again.

I'm sorry?

Leaving was
a very difficult thing to do.

And I know I didn't handle it
in the best possible way.

But I was at my wits end.
I was so confused.

But I've had over a year
to think about it now,

and we took an oath, Jeremy.

For better, for worse,
till death us do part.

And I don't want to run away
from those words any more,

I want to embrace them.

I want to work out
our problems together.

Talk it through, eye to eye,

without any distractions,
no interruptions...

One moment.

Watford-0579.

Hi, Jeremy. It's Robin.

Thank you for your call.

That's okay. Look, I just want to
say I'm sorry about last night.

I think I said a lot of things
I shouldn't have.

I see.

Listen, do you think that we could
maybe get together this afternoon?

I'd say based on availability and aside
from any unforeseen circumstances,

it's a distinct possibility.

Jeremy, why are you talking so weird?
Is everything all right?

No, no, no. I'm afraid your
concern is misplaced, madam. Sir.

There's, there's really no problem.

Okay. Whatever. Look, I just...
I'd really like to see you.

I really want to see you too, all right?
I'll call you later.

Jeremy, I can't hear you.
Can you speak up?

Yes, I agree with you completely
on that point.

We'll work out the details
when we reconvene. Goodbye.

Who was that?

Wrong number.

Right.

Jeremy, I know what I've just said
is a lot to digest.

And I don't expect you to
have an answer right away.

If you want to take some
time to think it over.

No, I...

- I don't need time to think it over.
- No?

Of course not.

I have been dreaming of this day
ever since you left.

And I agree with you
about our wedding vows.

"Till death do us part"
should mean just that.

So my response to you should be obvious.

Oh, it's such a relief
to hear you say that.

Janet, I simply can't take you back.

Sorry, what?

When you left me, Janet,
you didn't just break my heart.

You crushed my soul.

You know, I understand why you left.

I wasn't the most sensitive
or attentive of husbands,

and I was downright tone deaf
to how unhappy you were.

And I apologise for what
I put you through.

But, the fact remains,
Janet, you walked out on me.

If I hadn't come home early
from work that day,

I would have discovered that
you had left me, in a note.

For a long time I wasn't certain
if I wanted to go on living.

But now,

now it's time to make some changes.

It's time to move on and I
think what I'm trying to say is that

it's time for me to find myself.

I see.

Times will be hard,

rain will fall,
and you'll feel mighty low.

But the world keeps going 'round.

Is that Gilbert and Sullivan?

Ray Davies.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

? I've been waiting so long...

? Sunshine of your... ?

Ah!

Jeremy?

The most amazing thing
has just happened.

- Janet came back.
- You're kidding.

She wanted us to get back together.

Just like I always bloody
dreamed we would.

Oh, my God.

I was about to say,
"Yes. Yeah, come back.

"We'll pick up where we left off from."

But then... Then the phone rang.

And it was you saying
you wanted to see me.

- And I kind of saw it as a sign.
- A sign?

Yes. Kismet or something, you know?

I suddenly snapped out of it and I...

I realised how bloody
happy you make me.

I've never danced
in the street before.

I've never taken an
interest in new music.

I've never even drunk bloody coffee
on a weeknight, you know.

But now my future is wide open.

And I want you there with me, Robin.

And you know what?
I've got money.

I've been saving money for bloody years.

And do you know for what?
I'll tell you for what.

For this moment.
We could get out of Watford, Robin.

- The world is our oyster.
- Now...

I know this is a lot
for you to take in, but...

What do you think about
what I've just said?

Uh...

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have company?

Hey, babe, who's there?

Um. Craig, you remember
Jeremy from the other night?

Jeremy, you remember Craig?

Oh, yeah. The dancing plumber.

You're hysterical, man.

Thank you.

Craig, would you mind if I just have
a minute alone with Jeremy?

Yeah, cool.
I'll just be boxing stuff up.

Nice seeing you again, man.

That was kind of awkward, I guess.

What is he boxing up?

He's helping me pack my stuff.

We're flying back to San Francisco
in the morning.

Oh.

Huh.

But, I mean...

When did all this happen?

That night we ran into
Craig at the club?

He called me the next day
and asked me out for coffee.

I figured it was just coffee,
no harm in that.

When we got together
he told me his father had

cabled him some money
so we could both go home.

But that night we were
having such a laugh about

what a prat he is.

And you told me about London
and how he'd treated you,

and messing around with other girls.
I mean...

Am I missing something?

Jeremy, it was a vulnerable moment.

I was only sharing one side of him.
He can be very sweet.

You know, he told me
how much he missed me

and how sorry he was for how he acted.

And that's all it takes?
Some bloke can treat you like shit

and then he says, "I'm sorry,"
and you think things will be different?

Come on, Jeremy.
Give me a little credit.

I'm not that bad a judge of character.
I met up with you, didn't I?

And this is where we end up.

You know, girls talk about
being with a nice man,

but at the end of the day
they will always choose the wanker.

Ha, I'm such an idiot.

I thought we had something,
you know?

Or at the very least, I thought we were
leading up to having something.

We... We had a kiss.

I told you not to fall in love, Jeremy.

Oh, well, thank you for
the invaluable life lesson.

Why are you being so mean? I mean,
we can still be friends, can't we?

No! We can't be friends. I have friends.

You know what? They don't betray me.

Betray you?

You know, I wasn't
going to say anything,

but there's something
I think you should know.

That night when we were all at the pub,
when you went to the bathroom,

Reggie put his hand on
my thigh under the table.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just telling you what happened.
You figure it out.

Well, I mean, he probably didn't realise
it was your thigh,

or maybe it just landed there
by mistake.

Oh, believe me, it was no mistake.

He squeezed it, then winked at me.

No, no, no, no, no. I don't want to
listen to any more of this, all right?

I'm going to go.
So goodbye to you. Good luck.

I hope your plumbing's
all fixed and I hope

you and your Bob Dylan wannabe boyfriend
have a very happy life together.

Jeremy-

These were for you.

I'm sorry.

Famous last words.

Fellas, I've got some big news.
I'm leaving... What happened to you?

Nothing.

- Have you been crying?
- Don't be daft.

Julie can celled the wedding.

Christ, why?

She accused me of cheating on her.

Why on earth would she think that?

She caught me in bed
with the cleaner.

How long have you had a cleaner?

About a month now,
she comes every Thursday.

- What does she charge?
- A few bob a week.

Does she do the windows?

Inside, yeah. Not outside, though.

Jesus. Reggie, I'm so sorry.

Oh, that's all right.
I can do the outside.

No, no, no. I meant
Julie canceling the wedding.

Oh, yeah.

Life goes on, right?
We've all got problems.

I mean, look at poor Beans.

His mum's asked him to move out
and find a flat of his own.

What? You're joking!

Nah, she got a new fella.

An old boy she met at the bingo club.

Mum says he's just as handy
'round the house as me,

except he's not
at the pub every night.

- So she wants my room.
- Where are you going to Live?

Well, I was thinking, maybe I could
come and live with you and pay rent.

- Well...
- No pressure though, the street's fine.

Look. I have some bloody big news.
Where's Ross?

He's in the toilet. Listen,
don't mention his face.

Why?

Happy New Year, Sloaney.

My God, what happened
to your face?

Oh, you noticed? Yeah,
fell flat on it stepping off a train.

- I'll be fine.
- Ross, you look terrible.

This looks like the time that bookie
sent that bloke to collect your debts.

Yeah, except this time
there were two blokes.

- Beans!
- Beans!

I'm sorry, there were no blokes.
A total of zero blokes.

Ross, do you own money again?

Only a bit and I'm just a few days late.

If Ronnie fucking Bird hadn't scored
that second goal for Cardiff

I'd be swimming in cash right now.

- Mate, you have got a real problem.
- I know.

I keep betting on the wrong team.

What's so funny?

Well, look at the sorry lot of us.

My Wedding's off.
Beans has got nowhere to live,

and you've got thugs looking to
rearrange your face.

Yeah, hilarious, mate.

All this time we've been
taking pity on Sloaney.

Now he's the only one going
into the New Year on a high note,

and with a girlfriend to boot.

Fellas.

We're going for a ride.

We should have done this ages ago!

I'll tell you,
one more New Year's eve in Watford

and I would have gone out of my mind.

- Ah.
- Tomorrow we wake up in London

and leave
the shit 60s behind us.

I can't believe what
it took for us to finally do this.

It's like all this shit
was meant to happen.

Yeah, what do they say?
One door closes...

- ...another door opens.
- ...another door opens.

Yeah, that can be embarrassing
if you've just taken your trousers off.

Yeah, I think we should look for a flat
in town and all move in together.

What do you say?
The four musketeers?

Hey, what about your job?

Are you just going to
commute every day?

Do you know what?
Fuck Lynch and Saunders.

I should have left them
the day they sacked Sloaney,

the cheap bastards.

What's 580 quid to them, anyway?
It's fucking lunch money.

- Whoa!
- SLoaney!

- What are you doing?
- What the hell, Sloaney?

- Where did you get that number?
- What number?

�580?

I don't know,
you must have mentioned it.

No, no. I never said a word about it.

Jesus, Sloaney, I'm pissed.
I don't know what I'm saying.

Let me ask you again.

Where did you
get the figure of �580?

Saunders must have mentioned it.

No, Saunders gave me his word
he'd never tell a soul what happened.

And he's not a liar.

Saunders discovered a �580
error in my books

and assumed I was
skimming the accounts.

I wasn't.

But I reckoned it was an error that
rendered me unfit for the job,

so I left without a fight.

Now the only other person who
had access to my original ledgers

was my faithful assistant,
and pathological gambler, Ross.

Huh?

Listen, Sloaney...

You don't know what
serious trouble I was in.

Oh, fuck.

I didn't mean for you
to get sacked, mate.

- What?
- How was I to know

Saunders would find out?

You embezzled at a job I got you
and you let me take the blame.

And you never said a fucking word!

- Jesus, Ross.
- Shut up, Reggie.

You got Sloaney sacked,
you piece of shit.

Oh, yeah? Well, at least
I never snogged his wife

at his own fucking birthday party.

- Shut your mouth.
- Oh, fuck.

- Care to explain that, Reggie?
- It was nothing, Sloaney.

You care to explain that, mate?

All right, all right. But let go because

you're choking me a bit there.
Can you just...

Start talking.

It was... It was that party
when Janet got the cruise tickets

and you didn't want to go
and she got all upset.

I went to use the bathroom and the
bedroom door was open a little bit

and I could hear her crying.

So I put my arm around her,
to comfort her.

And something almost happened,

but it was only for a second.

She stopped it. We both did, I reckon.

And then she said she had to go.

I swear, Sloaney, that was it.

She said she had to go
and a week later, she was gone.

Did you know anything about this?

Which? Ross getting you sacked
or Reggie snogging your wife?

- Either.
- No.

- I think I'd remember that.
- Huh.

Ross, Reggie.
Get out of the car, please.

You've got to be joking.
We're in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Out.

- Sloaney, for fuck's sake!
- Come on Sloaney, be reasonable.

Be reasonable.

I have been reasonable
my whole life.

Out!

- Get out.
- All right, all right. Take it easy.

Out.

You do realise this is mental?

No, this isn't mental. I will let you
know when I am going mental. Out.

Beans, you can stay in the car.

That's all right,
I don't want to miss this.

So what are you going to do?

Leave us here by the side of the road
in the pouring fucking rain?

If I do, you're getting off very easily.

Look, Sloaney, it wasn't
my fault you lost your job.

You should have
defended yourself.

- I should have defended myself?
- Look.

Obviously I've got a problem.
I mean, look at my face.

Yeah, you're right. One more bruise
isn't going to make a difference.

All right, Sloane,
that's gone far enough.

You can't live in the past, mate.

The past? Huh?

Like when you shagged the only girl
in school you knew I fancied?

- What?
- And then you married her,

and treated her like shit
before dumping her?

Nancy? You're still
going on about Nancy?

What about last year when you
made a play for my wife?

Just shrug it off, mate.

You've got your American
girlfriend now.

What do you care about
a meaningless incident with Janet?

Meaningless? Huh?
Like in the pub the other night,

when I went to the toilet and
you put your hand on Robin's thigh?

Did she say that?
If she said that, she's a fucking liar.

Ross, I told you I'd let you know
when I've gone mental.

This is me going mental.

Jesus, Sloane,
you're going to get us killed.

Yeah, I might just do that.

Here's a piece of advice
for you, my friend.

If you're walking down the street

and you see me coming
in the other direction,

you better cross to
the other side of the road.

Do you understand me?
Do you understand me?

- Yes, yes!
- Yes, yes.

You shit bag.

Beans, let's go.

No, it's all right. I think I'll stay.

- Are you sure?
- Well...

You know, someone with brains is
going to have to get these idiots home.

Besides, look,
there's something I did

that I never told you about.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Not you too, Beans.
I don't think I can take it.

Last summer, when we was
at your house watching telly,

I took an orange from your fruit bowl
and never told you.

I know you did. I know you did.
I know you did.

Good boy, Beans.

See you later.

? Should old
acquaintance be forgotten

? And never brought to mind?

? Should old acquaintance
be forgotten

? For auld lang syne

? For auld lang syne, my dear

? For auld

? Lang syne

? We'll take a cup of kindness yet

? For auld lang syne ?

Happy New Year, Mr Sloane!

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