All language subtitles for Breeders s02e03 No Connection.eng

Yeah, mm-hmm.
Understood. Will do.

Listen... listen, I'm gonna bring
in some agency staff on this.

I know there's an extra cost, but gotta
spend money to make money, you know?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay, look, I've been
standing outside my house

for about the last 20 minutes now. Could
we pick this up early doors Monday?

Yeah, understood. Will do.
And you, mate. Bye, bye.

-Hello.
-Hurry up! Hurry up!

-Quick, Dad! You're missing it!
-Yes, I'm coming! Hold your horses!

-What horses?
-Right.

-Over here, crisps for Luke.
-Yes, crisps!

-Where's my yogurt?
-Weird yogurt thing for Ava.

-Yes!
-G&T for Mummy.

-Yay.
-And lager for me.

-Here we go, all set.
-Welcome to Dancing on Ice.

Sorry I'm late.

-Hello.
-Up here.

Hey. Didn't you hear me shouting?

Didn't want to add to it
by shouting back.

-Still working?
-Always.

-Where is everyone?
-Upstairs. Downstairs.

-Somewhere. What you late for?
-Yay. Hasn't started yet.

-Oh, God, not Dancing on Ice.
-Ava, quick. It's starting.

-New series.
-What?

Dancing on Ice.
Go on, get your brother.

-We'll miss the beginning.
-Where is he?

-I don't know. I just got here.
-Downstairs?

Maybe.

Could we maybe watch it later, Dad?
I'm in the middle of a game.

-Can't you pause it?
-It's tricky, because if the...

it's just tricky
to pause it on this level.

All right, fine.

-Do I have to pause it?
-No, you don't have to

pause it, 'cause it's not Saudi Arabia.

But don't you want to watch
the new series?

I think I might be too old
for that sort of stuff.

-Sorry.
-Okay.

Ava, are you watching this
with me, then?

-I might watch it later.
-Why not watch it live?

It's fine.
I don't mind watching it later.

You know, when I was a kid,
if you missed your program,

you literally had to wait 20 years
till you could see it again.

-That's sounds horrible.
-It was horrible, to be fair.

There are still some episodes
ofThe Sweeney I've never seen.

But it also made you value
the present moment.

Sorry, have I died,
and no one's telling me?

-What?
-Nothing.

-Do the kids not want to watch it?
-No. Neither of them.

-This is it, then.
-I guess they've grown out of it.

-Well, I haven't.
-It is a bit cheesy.

Not when you watch it together,
it isn't.

It becomes a different thing then.
It becomes our family thing.

Since when were we the kind
of family that retreats

into separate rooms
to look at separate screens?

-We were never gonna be the Waltons.
-I don't need us to be the Waltons, hon.

I'd make due with the Munsters at this
point. Or the fucking Manson family.

At least they had a shared interest.

Why don't you just tell them
to get their asses in here?

'Cause I want them to want to watch it.
I want it to be a consensual watch.

-Well, then I can't help you.
-Apparently not.

Night, Jim Bob.

-Dad, the internet's off.
-Dad!

Paul,
is the internet down?

-Did you see I put in the inset day?
-Monday week? Yep, it's there in green.

And I have to take Ava to taekwondo
later, and Luke to Mum and Dad's

-Is that okay?
-Yeah.

-If it's in green, it shall be done.
-Is it green on yours?

It's red on mine. That's funny.

Hmm, yeah, it's definitely
one for the memoirs.

God, did you ever think you'd
end up as a calendar person?

What, tits out for WI?
Vag behind a vase.

I never had a Filofax,
when everyone had Filofaxes.

-Did you have a Filofax?
-No, I didn't have anything to organize.

Those were the days.

Ah, finally, that guy replied about the
pickups for the Horror Channel ad.

Right, better go, babe. Come on, you
two. Let's make a move, please.

-All right.
-Coming.

Yeah, bye.

Why does Granddad always wait
in the road for us like that?

Don't pull on that thread, darling.

Bob and Lynn are through that way, Luke.

They just want a hand
with a few last bits.

-All right.
-Thanks, son.

-Nice of Luke to help.
-Yeah, he's a good kid.

-End of an era, this.
-Bob and Lynn have been here

-almost as long as you, haven't they?
-Moved in two months after we did.

48 years ago. Never a cross word.

Well, apart from that thing
with the drains...

Never a cross word, apart from that one
isolated incident with the drains.

-You gonna be all right?
-Dad, we're gonna be late.

-Yeah.
-I will be fine.

I used to know everybody on this street.
Now we're the last of the old guard,

invaded by the middle classes.

No net curtains and constant
fucking building work.

I don't know them.
Don't want to know them.

They've gone. He's a fucking lawyer.
Sue and Terry were evicted.

They downsized. She died.
He died. I don't know them.

She went into a care home.
She's an architect or something.

-I should probably get going, Dad.
-I think that fucker makes puppets.

-See you later.
-Bye, Granddad.

Bye, love.

-That's great.
-Are we nearly done?

No, not really. Sorry. Look, I don't
like working on a Saturday either,

but this is the only way
we're gonna get through it all.

-My throat's getting a bit...
-Great.

So, the next few bits are,
yeah, just more screaming.

So if you could really let rip, then
I'll... I'll drop it in as needed.

Yeah, that's good. I guess just...
the more terrified you sound,

the better. So, I don't know, imagine
you've dropped your phone in the loo,

or you're being murdered.
Whatever works.

-I missed that. Sorry?
-No, no, no, no.

No, no. Don't stop. I'm saying brilliant
screaming. Keep going.

Oh.

-Hi.
-Hi, I forgot to say

-we need juice and milk, so can you...
-No probs. How's your dad?

Lamenting the social cleansing of London
by ponces like us.

-Well, he has got a point.
-Yeah, I guess so.

Anyway, we're just heading
into taekwondo now.

-Oh.
-See you later.

That's great.
You can stop screaming now, Abigail.

How you doing?

Oh.

Haven't seen you
do your taekwondo before.

It's not ty-KWON-do,
it's tae-kwon-DO.

-What?
-You keep saying it wrong.

-Ty-KWON-do.
-No, tae-kwon-DO.

-Say it with me. Tae-kwon.
-Judo.

-Dad, no.
-I'll live with mispronouncing it,

-as will Japan.
-Korea. Hey, Emily.

Straighten that leg.
Good. Other side.

-Really stretch. Just lean.
-Hus. Up and hus.

Up and hus. Not "and hus."

-Up and hus.
-This is all wrong.

-Up and hus.
-Hey.

-Dad, what are you doing?
-I'm just saying hello.

-Go sit down. We're starting.
-Okay. I'm Paul.

George. How are you doing?
First time at taekwondo?

-Yes, it is, yeah.
-Right!

-Fuck me.
-Sorry about that.

-I mean.
-Right, everyone.

We're gonna start with a warmup.

-Taekwon.
-All right, guys.

Lean over to the left.
Deep lunge. Foot to the ceiling.

That's not it. No, that's disgusting.

Stretch, guys. Rasheed, your balance,
Jocelyn, look out please.

I really appreciate you
putting all this extra work in.

The Horror Channel guys have been...

-Horror.
-Yes.

I was gonna say shits,
but that's better.

It's fine.
I've been busy, but it's fine.

The kids are still alive.
So is Paul, I think.

Can be so tricky, can't it?
Kids and all that.

Sometimes it's all just so intense.

We're all supposed to pretend
like we cope so well,

but we're all of us
screaming inside.

Considering we're basically
mammals with Nectar cards,

-I think we do okay.
-Well, this is it.

You do what you can.
I mean, we're not perfect.

My mother takes the twins
two days a week,

and I just have to decide to be okay
with that. Not feel guilty.

It's a nice thing.
There's no need to feel guilty.

There is a nanny, obviously,
and a cleaner.

Not an au pair or anything,
just a woman.

And the girl's mother
has the same setup.

-How is Karen?
-Who the fuck cares?

-All right.
-Sorry, still raw.

Like that macrobiotic shit
she feeds the kids.

Are you still thinking of
sending them to boarding school?

Nothing wrong with
boarding school at seven.

-That's what I did.
-At seven, though?

-Aren't you scared it'll fuck them up?
-So would state school.

But at least it'll fuck them up
in a way I can understand.

Brilliant.

Have you got gas central heating
in this new place of yours?

We have, Jackie. Nice new boiler.

-Great.
-Yeah, won't freeze.

And as it's a bungalow, won't
fall down the stairs, either.

So that's two forms of possible
death out the picture already.

-You're quids in.
-Hi, folks.

Oh, here they are.

Thank you for letting us
borrow your son, Paul.

-You're welcome.
-Look at this one.

-Hi, Granny.
-Shooting up, beautiful.

Yeah, we're just waiting for our cab.
Having one last beer.

-End of an era.
-End of an era.

-It really is. End of an era.
-Do you know, I once caught your dad

up to no good with my Katrina
in the shed.

-What were they doing?
-Just shed stuff.

Uber's just getting here.
Come on, Lynn.

You will look after
the roses, won't you, Jackie?

I promise, Lynn. They'll be fine.

I'd hate to think of them
dying after all these years.

As long as I'm alive, they'll be alive.

Give Bob a hug, Dad.

-I couldn't.
-He's your oldest friend.

Come on, you old sod. Hug me.

First hug in 40 years.

And don't expect any more,
you sentimental old bastard.

-Bye, then.
-Bye, Bob. I'll miss you, pal.

Yeah. Come on, Lynn.

Bye, Lynn.
Good luck in your new place.

-Take care, Lynn.
-Good luck!

-So, you put your photo in.
-And the filter makes you

look like a bear
or a rabbit or whatever.

So that's you, Granddad.
But you look like a badger.

What you think?

I think they should bring
back national service.

Right, come on, you two.
Let's go home, please.

-Get in the car.
-Shotgun.

Why can't you both just sit in the back?

-What's the point of that?
-I don't know, a sense of family unity.

-But I called shotgun.
-I did first.

Yeah, to be fair, mate, she was first.

Hey. You all right, Mum?

I've been doing Lynn's roses for years.
Since she got arthritis in her hands

and couldn't work the... oh,
what are they called, Jim?

-Secateurs.
-Secateurs.

So, I'd nip in and do
some deadheading or pruning.

But she loves her roses.

-Bob couldn't give a shit.
-No. Lynn loved them, though.

-Mm-hmm.
-And I've promised her

that I'd make sure
that they'd be kept nice.

Do you think the new neighbors
will look after them?

How could I possibly know that?

Apparently, they're young professionals.

-Mm-hmm.
-So that doesn't sound too bad.

-Would you have a word, Paul?
-What, with the new neighbors?

-You can speak middle class. We can't.
-It would put my mind at rest.

Yeah, sure. Once they move in,

I'll pop over and have a word
about the flowers, yeah.

-Thanks so much, love.
-It's all right, Mum.

All right. Fuck me, a hug.

I'm getting a taste for them
after hugging Bob.

Like when I discovered
French bread pizzas.

We wouldn't eat anything else.

The tomato melts the roof
of your mouth.

Then the crusts embed themselves in it.
But it's worth it.

Good story, innit?
See you soon. Love you.

We love you.

Who's that?

-What's so funny?
-We're on Discord.

-Is that a game?
-Chat server.

My friend Andrew's so stupid.

He reckons that Roblox
is better than Minecraft,

just 'cause he's never seen
an ender dragon.

He doesn't even have a Switch.
He plays on his mum's iPad.

And he's not allowed to watch
Mobile Suit Gundam Wing,

'cause of all the boobs.
But he still does.

You're right, that is really funny.

Hi, Mum.

-Hi.
-Hi, love.

-How was your day?
-Oh, you know.

-How about you?
-Same.

I got us all
some fried chicken, though.

Ooh, greasy... I've missed
eating out of the bucket.

Thought we could watch
Dancing on Ice.

Not live, you know,
but beggars can't be choosers.

I might eat mine
at the table, if that's okay.

No, hang on, hang on. Eat it on your lap
in front of the telly.

-Yeah, I was gonna go to my area.
-We're all knackered, Paul.

No, come on, come on.
Don't just disperse.

You know, we're a family.
Why don't we, for once,

just watch the same screen
at the same time?

I'm not hugely in the mood,
to be honest.

-I've got homework.
-Yeah, so have I.

Fuck homework. We're watching telly.
All right, I'm not asking much.

I'm not saying let's have parlor games
or play Trivial Pursuit or Rounders.

But I am asking... I'm fucking
ordering you shithouses

to sit down, eat this barely
warm, batter-y chicken,

and look in the same fucking direction.

What happened to consent?

Can I have some coleslaw, please?

Thank you. Thanks, babe.

Right, well, this is shit.
Go on, then.

Fuck off to your screens.
I mean it. Go.

-These fake turns...
-Don't.

Just don't.

Hello, hi. My parents live next door,

and I was wonder... I'm Paul, by the way.
I was wondering, are you a gardener,

or is your partner a gardener,
if you have one?

Sorry, I realize
this is a strange question.

We haven't really thought
about the garden yet.

-We've only just moved in.
-Right, well.

The thing is that my mum
promised the previous tenant

that she would look after her roses,
and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind

if she occasionally
popped in to do that.

Uh... Sure.
Yeah, I suppose.

If she... she won't come
in the house, will she?

No, no, there's a... there's
a side gate in the back garden

that she can use; you won't
know even know she's there.

She's not a looney. She just promised
her friend, you know.

-Yeah, sure, no problem.
-Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Yeah. Sorry.

Sorry.

-Oh, great. You're here.
-Yeah. Got you this.

Oh, thanks.
Are you having an affair?

-What?
-The coffee.

-You haven't done that in months.
-Can't I just do a nice thing

-and not be having an affair?
-I mean, I guess.

She's called Roxie, and she makes me
feel alive, okay?

Right, so what are we doing,
then, sweets, doll?

Well, I am. I think you're over there,
on Lucky Dip.

Oh, so we're not together.

You know how it is.
They like to split us up,

in that divide and conquer kind of way.

-Oh.
-You know George.

Yeah, of course. Yeah, we're massive
taekwondo mates, aren't we?

-Yes. Hello.
H-ello, mate. All right.

Okay, so I'll be over there.

-See you in a minute.
-Yeah.

That's it. That's it. Dig deep, son.

Who knows what could be hidden
at the bottom there.

An iPhone, 30 grand in use notes,
raisins. Oh, excuse me.

Hello. Yeah, speaking.

Sorry, who is this?

Yes, right, so two of those,
one of those,

-and a couple of those, please.
-Okay.

Can I interest you
in an extra gobstopper for 20p?

George, back me up. Two cola keeps

-and a couple of caramel wafers, please.
-These sweets are selling like...

well, I was gonna say hotcakes,
but I'm looking over

at Christine on baked goods,
and to be honest it's a graveyard.

She's so miserable. That's the trouble.
The kids think all the cake's poisoned.

-Sorry. Paul?
-Someone called the cops on my mum.

-Police? Why?
-I don't know. It's this garden thing.

-I've got to go sort it.
-Okay.

Well, let me know how it goes.
Give her my love. Bye. Sorry.

-Back to work. We have a queue forming.
-Right.

More sugar for your developing
brains and teeth, yay!

-Yay.
-What can I get you?

Thanks a lot, mate. Sorry about that.

Hello, did you call the police
on my mum?

Oh, I thought she was lost. You see
an elderly woman in your garden,

and you think she might
have... well, not escaped,

but wandered off,
maybe, from a facility.

Well, that's my mum,
who's also your neighbor.

And I spoke to your girlfriend
about her

coming to do the roses,
and she said it was fine.

I don't have a girlfriend.
One of my housemates, maybe?

-Martina? Ema? Nadia?
-I don't know. She was going for a run.

-Brown hair.
-Martina.

I haven't seen her today.
I think she's on her run?

-What, still?
-Look, I'm sorry if I upset your mum.

It was just a weird situation,
and I thought the authorities

would be able
to deal with it better than me.

-Yeah, no, I understand that.
-Those are nice roses.

Tell your mum we'll look
after them ourselves.

It's just a thing that she's
become focused on, you know,

because her friend went away,
and so the roses are symbolic.

I get it. Trust me.
We'll take care of them.

All right, thank you.

-Hey, Mum. It's all sorted.
-I wasn't burgling. I was pruning.

I couldn't climb in a window
anyway, not with these legs.

No, I know, the police
understand what happened,

and I've just spoken to one of the 700
people who live next door.

-Oh, okay, and?
-He said he'd look after the roses.

But will he do it properly, though?

-Oh, Lynn's gonna be so upset.
-Don't tell her.

She doesn't need to know.
She won't remember.

I'm not sure you can
reasonably expect

to go and fiddle around in
someone's garden anyway, Mum.

I just don't think that's gonna
work, you know, going forward.

-She asked me, though.
-But the thing is,

they've moved away now, sweetheart.
Here, have a hug.

You're fucking hug mad
these days, aren't you?

Why did they move, Lynn and Bob?
They always seem so sprightly.

Well, Lynn's got dementia.
Early stages.

They needed sheltered housing, you know,
somewhere with a warden and all that.

Oh.

Do you ever get the feeling that
everybody's... missing each other a bit?

Well, it's the modern curse, isn't it?

We're all on our own islands,
like Branson.

Jesus Christ. Can't we just have one
horsecocking conversation?

Jesus wept.

Ally, come and look at this.

-All right, that's good.Now spin.
-Okay.

-And again!
-What are they watching?

Sweet.

And I'll pick you up
on the second one.

They are shit at it, though,
aren't they?

-Absolutely, yeah.
-Oh. It's fucking awful.

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