All language subtitles for Breeders s02e06 No Choice.eng

[inhales deeply]

Oh, boy.
Okay.

Just stick it in me!

All right.
Coming up.

Hmm.

Just get it over with.

Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.

Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.

- Ally: Stick it in!
- Okay, I'm about to.

I just don't wanna hurt you.

- Just get on with it.
- Okay, fine. Fuck it.

- Ow!
- Oh, sh‐‐

- Jesus, fuck me ragged.
- Paul: I'm sorry.

I'm sor...
I'm really, really sorry.

All you're meant to do
is just stick the needle in.

- That's all you gotta do.
- I know.

I'm really sorry...
I thought that's what I did.

- I'm sorry.
- [sighs]

Fuck, you're doing
brilliantly.

No, I'm not.

I'm being an absolute
lunatic asshole.

I could very easily
bite someone's face.

I just... I want it done.

Egg harvesting soon.

Oh, fucking joy.

No, I just... I just meant
it's a minor procedure.

Minor?

You try having a needle
shoved up your vagina.

I meant minor as in
it's 20 minutes.

[sighs]

I... I know that you're doing
the doggy work here.

- Mm‐hmm.
- All right?

And you're right.

I wouldn't wanna have
a needle

shoved up my vagina.

But I promise you

it will be worth it.

Will it?

Yes.

Ugh, when are we gonna
get rid of all this stuff?

I've gotta do
a charity shop run.

Then we'll have more space.

We'll always need more space.

We're like goldfish.
We grow to fit the tank.

[surreal music]

No, you're looking
at it all wrong.

How can you not see it?

- I can see its head.
- I can't see its wings.

No, what you're seeing
as its head

is actually its head
and its wings.

- [laughs]
- Twat.

I love our thing of seeing
pictures and patterns

in the damp, Ally,
and I fucking love it,

but I am wondering...

- Should we move?
- Yeah.

- Mm.
- Stop renting.

Buy somewhere bigger.

Room to swing a cat.

- Two cats.
- [both chuckle]

Take out a crippling mortgage

and spend all our savings.

Okay, fuck it.

I mean, what could possibly
go wrong?

- Just everything.
- [chuckles]

[♪ ♪]

Fuck, I can see its wings.

- Yeah!
- [laughs]

[chuckles]

Paul: [moans]

[groovy music]

[♪ ♪]

[exhales sharply]

[♪ ♪]

- Knock, knock.
- Luke: Come in.

You all right, mate?

Broadstairs
in 40 minutes, yeah?

- Do I need a jacket?
- Probably.

Is it okay if I put this
down here

- temporarily?
- What is it?

Paul: It's a load
of your old stuff.

Needs to go
to the charity shop.

We've already filled up
our bedroom.

Do I have to have it in here?

Can't Ava have it in her room?

At least she's got a room.

I've only got an area.

- No, sure.
- Okay.

I'll just hoick it
back up four flights

of stairs to Ava's room.

- Okay, it's fine.
- Leave it there.

Paul: It won't be for long.

Just need to make some space
for other stuff.

I wish I had a proper room.

- I know.
- One day, maybe.

What is there
in Broadstairs, Dad?

Fuck all squared.

But apparently Granny
and Grandad wanna live there.

And die there, I suppose.

Oh.

[♪ ♪]

[siren wailing]

Alex: Eggs...

in the fridge
or out of the fridge?

I'm an outie.
Leah: Me too.

That's why I still
have a pantry.

- Hi, Mum.
- Leah: Hello, darling.

- Hi.
- Nice to see you again, Ally.

Nice to see you too, Alex.

This is an unexpected visit.

Everything all right
down below?

Mum!

Ally's going through IVF.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry.

My youngest went through it.
It's very tough.

- Yes, it is.
- Yeah.

Why are you here?

I mean, it's lovely
to see you, but...

We're having a clear‐out
of old clothes and stuff,

and I found this hanging
on the back of a door.

- Oh, look.
- My gorgeous Hobbs jacket.

That's really lovely.

And that's a wonderful color
for you.

Would you like coffee...
or lunch?

Alex is cooking.

- Oh, no, thanks.
- I better go.

We're going down to Broadstairs
today with Jim and Jackie

'cause they're thinking
of doing a council house swap.

So what are you cooking, Alex?

Ham, egg, and chips.

It's not Heston,
but it does the job.

Alex makes
the most incredible chips.

You're eating chips?

- Of course.
- Why wouldn't I?

Uh, the calories,
the carbs, the fat.

They are solid food, Mum.

Your mum
doesn't need to worry

about that kind of nonsense.

I'll take the rest
of the shopping in.

It was lovely
to see you again, Ally.

- Yes.
- And to you, Alex.

You look beautiful, Mum.

I suppose that's what
falling in love does for you.

- Oh, wow.
- I know.

Sometimes I catch him
smiling at me for no reason.

That's really nice, isn't it?

- Okay.
- Right.

I better get going.

Are you all right, Ally?

Do you want to talk?

I do, yeah, but, you know,
not now.

It's just all these injections
and shit.

Just feeling a bit
all over the place.

But you go and have your chips.

I'll... we'll catch up later,
yeah?

[intriguing percussive music]

[♪ ♪]

Luke: What's so great
about Broadstairs, Grandad?

It's real.

Proper real people live here

doing proper real things,

speaking with proper real
accents.

Whereas everyone in London
is just pretend.

- Yes, more or less.
- Right.

Our area's gone to the dogs...

the pedigree dogs.

Why are the middle classes
so discontent?

Constantly changing stuff.

There's builders
down our road every day.

Why can't people just sit
and enjoy what they have?

- Don't know.
- Jim: It's looking a lot smarter

round here than I remember.

Is that a deli there?

And a gallery.

Fuck my old boots.

Thing is, if you two do
your council house swap now...

I know,
it won't be good for you

for getting free childcare
for the new baby.

Paul: No, no, not that...
well, yeah, a bit that

but not that, no.

We want you to be near us

so that we can look after you

when you become,
you know, decrepit.

Yeah, but the sea air
is gonna make us healthier.

It's what people our age need.

- Yeah.
- And no stairs.

And that manuka honey
that's good for arthritis.

Or is it eyesight?

How long will they keep
that poor baby of yours

in the test tube for, Ally?

Mum, there's no baby yet.

And they don't keep babies
in test tubes.

Mum's given hormones to make
her produce lots of eggs.

Then they're put in
with dad's sperm

in a sort of chamber.

- Right.
- Who wants an ice cream?

[mellow music]

[♪ ♪]

[gulls squawking]

Bit weird,
not having an upstairs.

Right?

And where are you gonna
hide the bodies

of the people you murder?

Exactly.

I like it, Jim.

This settee is lovely.

Well, they won't leave
the settee, Mum.

You'll have to move too,
won't you, Paul,

what with the new arrival?

Nothing's arriving yet.

We're still
on the checkout page.

It's a death trap,
your place,

especially for a baby.

Well, Ava and Luke
survived it,

so we'll all be fine.

Where's it gonna sleep...
the baby?

In a cot when it exists,

which it doesn't yet.

Lovely new combi‐boiler
they've got here.

Will they leave
the boiler, Paul?

[chuckles]

Oh, yeah.
They'll leave the boiler.

[intriguing music]

[♪ ♪]

That was properly great.

It was really,
really good food.

Eight chips.

I got eight chips with
that fish and chips... eight.

That cod was the size
of a sardine too.

Hang on;
You two always leave

half your fish and chips
and say that it was too much.

Well, you want the option
to leave loads on your plate.

[sighs]

This used to be
a very different place.

- Yeah.
- Jim: Formica tables.

Those ketchup things
shaped like tomatoes.

Wipe‐clean menus
they never wipe clean.

That sounds horrible.

Aye, it was.

But at least it wasn't poncey.

Nice bit of fish be good
for your bionic baby, Ally.

Paul: No, she's not pregnant
yet, Mum.

She's being harvested tomorrow
and then...

- Harvested?
- Paul: Mm‐hmm.

Jim: Jesus Christ.

They say I've got
super sperm.

Which is... you know, it's...

- After I had you, Paul...
- Mm‐hmm?

My body refused
any more babies.

Flat‐out refused.

Jim: Yep,
it just shut up shop,

like Woolworths.
Paul: Right.

According to my magazine,
Ally,

you could have twins

if they put enough eggs
back in you.

I'm just gonna pop
to the loo.

Paul: Ah.

You two, could you
give it a rest, please?

She's hormonal.
You're not helping.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

[groans]

You were almost a twin, Paul.

Yeah, what?

You absorbed your brother

or sister in the womb.

Absorbed?

Vanishing twin.

More common than you'd think,
apparently.

No, it's not,

'cause babies don't absorb
other babies.

They do, you know.

Well, you were young,

so you don't remember.

[surreal music]

[♪ ♪]

It's a lovely kitchen.

Crisp, clean lines.

It's been designed.

- Has it?
- Brilliant.

- It's bespoke.
- Sleek yet practical.

Like a puma.

- Indeed.
- [laughs]

[cell phone buzzing]

Ah.
I'm so sorry.

Do you mind if I just...

- Yeah, of course.
- It's fine.

Why don't you guys
carry on exploring?

Take your time.

Thanks.

[emotional ambient music]

As you see,
these stairs are designed.

- Oh, wow.
- But are they bespoke?

They're the bespokiest stairs
known to humankind.

- Oh.
- Bespoke like a motherfucker.

So this is the... sex room.

Really? Is it?

Let's see the rest
of the house first, though.

Yeah. Oh.

[both laugh]

- So in there?
- Mm‐hmm.

- Sex room.
- [both laugh]

Here is another...

sex room, yeah,

if you ever feel
the need for more.

- Very sensible.
- What about upstairs?

- Oh, that is a home office.
- Oh.

- I'm kidding.
- It's a sex room.

- Yeah?
- [laughs]

I love this place, Paul.

Yeah.

Fuck it.
Let's put in an offer.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

We're gonna have a house
with stairs.

Fucking tons of stairs!

Ah!

[waves crashing]

Paul: That tide's
really coming in.

[dog barking,
gulls squawking]

- Dad, take my phone.
- What?

I don't want it to get wet.

Paul: Okay.

- He just gave me his phone.
- Yeah.

By choice.

He surrendered his weapon.

My God.

You see what some fresh air
can do?

[sighs, chuckles]

I suppose if they do
get a place down here,

we can visit at the weekends.

Buy a beach hut, maybe.

They cost thousands.

All right,
rent one, then,

or camp
in Mum and Dad's garden.

What, with a new baby?

Well, people do all sorts
with a new baby:

Go to festivals,

shoplift.

[rock skipping]

- Whoo!
- Paul: Hey!

Nice one, mate!

You can be a kid again
on the beach, can't you?

Oh, God.

We could get a dog.

What, and leave it
in the beach hut

for two weeks at a time
until we come back down?

It would starve.

And we can't have a fucking dog
at home, Paul.

Jesus Christ.

- No, I know.
- It's daft.

I just feel like, you know...

Irritating.

- Infused, actually...
- All right.

- Is what I feel.
- Sorry.

There is something
about the air

and the space
and the light.

It's... it's different.
It's hopeful.

- It is.
- Yeah.

It's really, really nice here.
It is.

For a few hours.

When are we heading back?

[groovy music]

[♪ ♪]

Sorry, could you
say that again, please?

It says,
"Potent as a 25‐year‐old."

Right, it says that on that
piece of paper, does it?

Yes.

Can I have a copy
of that or...

At the moment,
your sperm is being put

through a high‐speed
wash and spin cycle

to find the healthiest ones.

Yeah, it's amazing, isn't it?

Yeah, it's pretty amazing,
yeah.

It will then be placed
with Ally's best eggs.

And, Ally, we'll switch you
to another medication

to prepare your uterus lining
for the implant.

- Terrific.
- [chuckles awkwardly]

[light ambient music]

[♪ ♪]

[sighs]
Ah.

Kee, ugh.
Thank God.

I really need to just talk
at you for two solid hours

about IVF
and fucking Broadstairs

and have you nod your head
and say, "Poor you."

So I've ordered you a martini
and loads of chips.

Oh, Ally, I'm so sorry,

but I've just come to say
I can't do this.

Tony's just gone
into hospital.

Oh, my God.

Keeley: Oh, it's nothing
too serious.

So I can stay
for a really quick drink,

but then I do need to...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
It's fine.

It's fine.
You go. Go.

Your stepdad needs you.

Keeley: Yeah, but my
best friend needs me too.

- Oh, it's fine.
- It'll wait.

Is there a substitute friend
you can get here instead of me

to drink martinis
and nod at you?

- [sighs]
- No.

There's no replacement
for you, Kee.

Well, this is unexpected.

Yeah, I just thought
that we hadn't

spoken to each other for ages

apart from our boring old work.

- True.
- It's good to talk.

That was an advert, wasn't it,
for phones?

Imagine a world where people

needed encouraging
to use a phone.

I know. Mad.

Darren: These are great chips.

Triple‐cooked, probably.

Triple's the least these days,
isn't it?

Do you remember when people
used to cook them once?

Idiots.

- [chuckles]
- Yeah.

Um, how are the girls?

Darren:
Fine, in a... yeah... sense.

Mm.

In what sort of sense?

Well, you know,
how you took your Luke

to be diagnosed,
anxiety, et cetera?

- Ally: Yeah.
- Well, I took the girls

because I was convinced
they had ADHD.

But according
to the psychologist,

they're just
really badly behaved.

- Right.
- Darren: Mm.

Yeah.

[inhales deeply]

And Karen... are you guys
on speaking terms again?

Not really.

She blames me
for the girls' behavior

because they're twins
and she didn't want twins

and I "made her
go through IVF."

Right.

Darren: It was a joint
decision, obviously.

I'm not an assertive person,

but she doesn't remember it
like that.

[sighs]

Anyway, enough, uh,

boring IVF tedium.

What do you fancy
talking about?

Uh... nothing specifically.

Mm.

[tense music]

[♪ ♪]

Paul: [sighs]

Yes, I did have some wine.

[chuckles]

That's fine.
I wasn't going to ask.

I don't wanna be drink Hitler.

Or any Hitler, really.

I've been researching
while you were out.

Researching what?

Possibly moving out
of London.

Paul.

It's just
a thought experiment.

- I know we've not discussed it.
- At all.

But we need space, don't we?

Yes.

Luke needs a proper bedroom.

We need a garden,
space for the new baby.

There isn't a baby yet.

And we can't afford
anywhere bigger

- in London, can we?
- No, but, like...

We could sell this place
for a fortune?

Live an hour out of London
in a mansion...

I mean, all right, maybe not
an hour for a mansion.

Maybe 90 minutes, but still.

I could buy a waxed jacket,

grow courgettes, and leave
all the stress behind.

Courgettes, f...

Broadstairs was nice, Ally.

It was really nice.

The kids loved it.

I didn't love it.

I love this house... our house.

And I love London.

Paul: Luke skimmed a stone
in the sea.

[laughs]
You know?

He gave me his phone.

Ava wouldn't have
to grow up so fast.

She wouldn't have
to be street smart.

We could buy our dream home.

This is my dream home.

[♪ ♪]

I don't wanna move, Paul.

I'm going to sleep.

[♪ ♪]

Paul: [sighs]

[♪ ♪]

Luke: Where's my bag?

Ava: There's your bag.

- Luke: Here's my bag.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Why didn't you wake me?

I wanted you to rest
before the procedure.

Well, I'm taking Ava
to tae kwon do, right?

I can do it.

- No, it's fine.
- I will.

It's no bother.

You should probably
be taking it easy.

- It's fine.
- I will be fine.

I am just taking her
to tae kwon do.

I'm not doing tae kwon do.

- No, I know.
- It's just, this pregnancy...

potential pregnancy is special.

Like the other two,
but it feels more fragile.

You sure you don't want me
to come with you?

- Yeah.
- It's fine.

I think I will feel calmer
on my own, less pressure.

Okay.

- Ally: Quick shower.
- All right.

Can we get takeaway tonight?

No, darling.

Mum needs proper
nutritious food at the moment:

Oily fish, nuts and seeds,

all that stuff... chard.

And a rogan josh.

No, not bloody rogan josh.

[intriguing music]

[♪ ♪]

At this very moment,

Ally's embryos and my sperm

are being placed in her uterus.

Paul, shut up.

Sorry.

[inhales sharply]

Oh, we decided against
the bungalow at Broadstairs.

Oh, okay.

Turns out, it's just as
poncey down there as here.

I didn't realize.

So we're staying put.

Better the ponces you know.

Actually, we're thinking
of moving.

Maybe by the sea.

Not Broadstairs necessarily,

but, uh, Brighton

or somewhere further out...
Norfolk.

Norfolk?

That's in fucking Norfolk.

I thought you wanted to be
near your mum and me.

Is this what Ally wants?

- Well, no.
- [laughs]

It's not.
And I understand.

I'm not convinced about moving
out of town myself.

But we need a bigger place.

And there's no harm in looking.

And maybe Ally
might feel the need

for a new nest
once her uterus...

Paul, shut up.

[both grunting, groaning]

Did you know it was
a master class tonight?

No.

I'd have given it a miss
if I'd known.

[grunts]

I pay to knacker my kids out,

not to sit around watching.

I mean, what even is this?

George: Oh, it's um,

- Brazilian jujitsu...
- Mm.

With an emphasis
on grappling

and ground fighting,
apparently.

- Mm.
- [laughs]

It is very intense, isn't it?

[both chuckle]

Um, yeah.

Maybe you wanna take a break
from the male display

of rutting, and, um...

- [gasps]
- Oh.

I have never needed one more.

Yes. Shall we?

- Get out there.
- Go on.

[both grunting]

[groovy music]

[♪ ♪]

- Hmm?
- Oh.

Just a sec.
Nature calls.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry, Paul.

- Mum, come on.
- Sorry.

You only live
round the corner.

Ugh, she's hopeless.

Actually,
while there's the opportunity,

I might as well.

Yeah.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hello.

Speaking.

[suspenseful music]

Right.

Oh.

No.
No, I didn't know that.

Uh‐huh.

Well, I'm... I'm sorry.

Is... is there...

I mean, can we rearrange?

No.
Of course not.

All right.
No, I understand.

Thanks very much.

Fuck me.

Mm.

So you don't wanna move house?

No, I don't want any of it.

It's like I'm on
this runaway train

and I keep pressing
the emergency button

and shouting
but nothing is happening.

I just... I don't feel
in control.

I'm not sure any of us ever
properly feel we're in control.

- No one's listening to me.
- That's the problem.

No one is listening to me.

I am.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm so sorry.

- No, it's fine.
- No, I'm s...

I shouldn't have done that.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so...

[sighs]
Fuck.

How fucking great is this?

Fucking great.

- Yeah.
- Mm‐hmm.

- [exhales sharply]
- This house, you...

- let's never change.
- Agreed.

This could be
our outside sex room.

- Mm!
- Yeah, we could have sex

out here
and no one would ever see.

- Except for God.
- God would see.

- He's seen it before.
- [both chuckle]

Let us never leave here.

Except for wine
and cigarettes.

Except for wine
and cigarettes.

[chuckles]

Fuck, I love you.

I love you.

[giggling]

[giggling echoes]

[door clicks open]

[door slams]

Oh.

I've gotten Indian.

The clinic phoned.

You didn't show up
for your procedure today.

No.

Ally...

why have we been
through all this

if you were just gonna
not turn up?

Fuck me.
Have you changed your mind?

We should have probably
talked about it.

I kissed a man.

Who?

Kissed who?

I...

I just... I want it all
to stop, Paul,

all of it: The baby,

the fucking
moving house bullshit.

I just... I don't...
I don't... I can't do it.

I don't want to do it.

And you're not listening
to me.

You are... you just...

you seem to want it all

a lot more than me.

And I, uh... I just... I didn't
know how to make it stop,

so I... I...

I kissed somebody.

I said who, not why.

It doesn't matter
who it was.

Course it fucking matters.

I love you.

Do you? Right.

Right, 'cause most people
in love,

they don't kiss another man

to... to... what,

make a point?

I am sorry.

For what?

Ally, for what?

For not wanting another baby
or for kissing another man?

- For both.
- Why didn't you tell me

that this is how you felt?

I tried,
but you wouldn't listen.

You were not listening to me.

- Right, okay.
- Well, fuck me.

You have certainly
got my attention now.

- [sighs]
- Fuck.

[footsteps departing]

[sighs]

[intriguing music]

[door clicks open]

[door slams]

[♪ ♪]

Can I smell rogan josh?

You sure can.

Coming right up.

[sniffles]

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