All language subtitles for Breeders s02e08 No Friends.eng

Keeley:
Things do change, you know?

I don't want to get all
Buddhist in your grill,

but they do.

- It's been our whole thing
since we met.

You know, we're together
sexually.

That means fucking.
- No, I know.

- But we're also best friends.

You know, everyone always says
what amazing friends we are,

but since...

- The incident.
- It's been different.

And I hate it, because I think
I actually preferred

the friendship bit
to the...

fucking bit.

Oh!

My God, maybe it's just gone.

Maybe it's
all just gone forever,

and you and I are
best friends now.

- Piss off. You're about fifth
in line, mate.

- Fuck you.

[groans]

[steady music]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

- [inhales sharply]

- Hey, Paul.
- Hmm?

Look, is that a wig,
do you reckon, that bloke?

- Uh, yeah, might be.
I don't know.

I mean, guys get self-conscious
about their hair loss, um...

Want a drink?
- Sure.

- Oh, wig, wig. There.
- Oh.

- Fuck me.
That is a big old wig.

- Jesus Christ.
[chuckles]

Oh, hang on.
Him there--dogger.

Doggy McDogson plain
as fucking day.

Wow.

- Look at him.
You dirty old sod.

Friday night
in a lay-by with a saveloy,

and I've got my Smirnoff.

Speak of the Smirnoff,
look at this woman there.

- Alky, do you reckon?
- I do reckon, yeah.

Big drinker
with a lived-in face.

- Yeah, lived in by lots
of tiny alkies.

[both laugh]
Like in that Pixar film,

but instead of emotions,
they're all alkies.

[both laughing]

- Oh, man.

[clears throat]

We're very judgmental,
aren't we?

- Yeah, but only because
all these fuckers need judging.

[both laugh]

- So why didn't Luke want
to come to this thing, again?

- I don't know.
He just wasn't up for it.

- So what's he doing instead?

Sat on his own in the dark

staring at a screen
like some fucking bear?

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

God, I really wish
he had a proper mate,

you know,
like Ava's got Grace.

- Yeah.
- [sighs]

- He's such a fucking loner.

Jacob:
Yeah, you have to, seriously.

It's the best book
ever written.

- Sounds brilliant.

- It's a novel, but it's also
real--it happened.

And the characters,
they represent the real guys--

Kerouac, Ginsberg,
and Burroughs.

Kerouac wrote the whole thing
in, like, three weeks.

- Fuck, amazing.

- I know, and on a typewriter,
no computers back then.

[both chuckle]

- I read those Bukowski poems.
- Oh, yeah, what did you think?

- Amazing, really amazing.

I thought poetry
was crap, but...

- Yeah, that's 'cause
most of it is crap,

but Bukowski, he's a legend.

- Do you want
to come back to mine?

We could just hang out.

I could make
some cheese toasties.

You don't have to if you don't
want to--shit idea.

- No, no, no,
I'd love to come back.

I never say no to a toastie.
[chuckles]

- Did the beat poets
have cheese toasties?

- They'd have called
it "grilled cheese."

That's American for toastie.

- Grilled cheese.

Jackie:
I'm not crying.

- Mm, you are, though.

- If your mother says she's not
crying, then she's not crying.

- Thanks, Jim.

I've just got hay fever
or something.

- Nasal polyps.

- I know you're not crying,
Jackie, but if you were crying,

it would be
totally understandable.

- Decades we've been
in that house, Ally--

since Bobby Darin died.

- He wasn't the previous
tenant, was he?

- No. I just remember he died
the day before

we moved in.
- Mm-hmm.

- Heart trouble.
He was only 37.

- His real name
was Walden Robert Casotto.

- Mm-hmm.
Italian.

- Yeah, um, Bobby Darin aside,
though, for a second,

weren't you two thinking of
moving anyway a few weeks ago?

- Yes, but we decided not to.
And it was our choice.

This is like being evicted,

slung out
by the housing association.

The amount of rent we've paid
those bastards over the years.

Ooh, it makes my blood boil.

- We've got too many bedrooms
for just the two of us,

so they say.

So they're making us downsize.
I suppose it's fair.

- It's not fucking fair!
It's an outrage.

With all these university
twats in charge,

think people like us
are worthless,

shit on their shoes, making us
leave our home, our friends.

- What friends?

- Well, next door--
the youngsters.

- What?
The shared house?

Aren't they a bunch
of self-absorbed yuppie scum.

- I thought they would be, but
it turns out they're very nice.

They help us with the DIY
and gardening,

like we used to help Bob
and Lynn.

- They're good friends.

And we've not got many of them
left, like you, Paul.

- Fuck off. I've still
got loads of friends.

- If you stop having friends,
you die.

Now, that's a fact.

It's why women live longer.

They hang on to the close
friendships from childhood.

Blokes don't, so we drop dead.

- [inhales deeply]
Well, thank you, Doctor.

So are you gonna need help
clearing out the house?

- Yes, but not from you.
- Oh, okay. Cheers.

- Your dad just means
you'll be too sentimental

and want to keep stuff.

We need to clear
so many things out.

We won't have room for all
your old toys and whatnot.

- So I've asked the guys
next door to help out.

- [scoffs]
- They're neutral.

They don't have the same
attachment to, you know...

- My precious childhood
keepsakes?

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

- I can help, too, Jackie.
I'm not sentimental.

I'm a terrible,
hard-nosed bitch.

Jim:
No, you're not.

- You've got
a lovely little nose.

[kids giggling]

- Smell it.

- Look at these little shits.

- Hiya!
- Hi, Darren!

Happy birthday.
- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.
- Do you love me at BBQ.

- I do love me also a BBQ.
- Right.

Shall we speak English?
It seems simpler.

- A barbecue's like
a digital picnic, isn't it?

It's modern.

Zoe, Caitlin, maybe think
about not doing that.

God, they're a handful.
- Aren't they just.

- I mean, their mum has
more control over them than me.

I tend to spoil them.
- How is Karen?

- I could not give a fuck.
- Right.

- Glad you guys
could make it, though.

You don't get out
much these days, do you?

- Yes, we fucking do, Darren.
We go out all the time.

- Better keep moving.
- Like a shark. [chuckles]

- Mingling shark.
- [chuckles]

- This shit about me
not having friends,

it pisses me off,
to be honest.

We've got friends.
- Yes. No, yeah.

I suppose these days
I sort of have the friends,

and you kind of know
their partners to nod at

and ask if they like Ian Dury.

[chuckles]Okay.

If we got divorced...

and then...

- Right.
- Bear with me.

And each of us
had a party on the same night,

then which party do you think

the majority of our friends
would go to?

I mean, can you name...
- Dean Andrews.

- Yeah, no. Yeah, you and Dean
were massive mates,

but you haven't seen him
for, like, six years.

- No, he's there.
There he is, Dean Andrews.

Dean.

- Paul.

- Oh.

- [chuckles]
Dean: Hello.

[indistinct chatter]

- Great.

[mellow music]

♪

- Stay where the memories were,
you know?

- So sorry, mate.
I had no idea.

- I was in such a weird place.

I wasn't sure who I told,
who I hadn't.

There was just months
of darkness, really.

- [exhales sharply]
Poor bloke.

- Ah, the years went on.
This one here, though--

she started to look
after me, eh?

- I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

- We looked
after each other.

- So are you back in the area?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Got a great gig--management
consultancy at Goodwins'.

- Nice one.
- Decent wage as well.

And Chloe's going to--

What school
are you going to, lovely?

- King's Manor.
- What?

- Oh, Ava goes there,
so does her best mate, Grace.

You'll love it there, Chloe.

- I'm really
looking forward to it.

- There we go.

- Do you like
Victorian workhouses?

- Don't listen to him.
Don't listen to him.

- 'Cause if that's your bag,
we're in.

♪

- I've forgotten
how much I like Dean.

We were actually
really close.

Shall we have him round soon
for a meal?

- Yeah, sure, if you like.
Great.

Hey, are you gonna stay
for your tea tonight, Grace?

- Only if it's no trouble.
- Ah, it's no trouble.

Practically live at our house
anyway, don't you?

You bleeding sponger.

♪

[exhales sharply]
- Hey, Luke! We're home.

Paul:
Hey, mate.

- Oh, hello.

- This is, uh, Jacob.

- Hi, Jacob.
- Hi, Paul.

How are you?

- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.

- And how's work treating you?

- It's, um, well, yeah,
treating me well.

- Great.
Glad to hear it.

And how about you, Ally?

Forgive me.
It is Ally, isn't it?

- Yes. Y-yes, it is--
it is Ally. I'm fine, too.

Thank you, Jacob.

Yourself?

- Yeah, you know,
mustn't grumble.

- Can we get you anything or...
- Got a black coffee.

Thanks.
- Oh, great.

You gonna stay for some food?
- Oh, thanks, Paul.

But I really should
be heading off soon.

I appreciate the offer,
though, very much.

- All right.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales deeply]

- Wow.
- Yep.

Right. Good.

AVA: I've seen pictures.
It looks amazing.

GRACE: My nan's friend owns it.

And she lets us stay there
for a week every year for free.

- Devon is lovely.

- Can I go if Grace's mum
and dad say it's okay?

Can I go on holiday with them?
- Well, I guess so.

- It's a really tiny cottage,
so you all have to really

get on well
with each other,

but Ava is my absolute best
friend, so that's all fine.

- Can we get down
from the table?

It's only half an hour
till Grace's mum comes.

- It's your turn
to do the dishwasher.

- I'll do it. Don't worry.
- Thanks, Lukey.

- Thanks for tea.

- You're welcome.
- Pleasure.

- That was a kind thing to do.
- I'm in a good mood.

- Jacob seems nice.
- Oh, he's brilliant.

He knows so much,
and he's into cool stuff,

not idiot, trendy cool stuff,

proper cool stuff,
like Bob Dylan,

René Magritte, The Clash.
- Oh, wow.

- René Magritte is a painter.
- No, I didn't know that.

- Jacob is one of the most
amazing people I've ever met.

He's a genius, I reckon.

- Yeah, he does seem
very bright.

- He's cleverer
than the teachers.

That's why he gets in trouble.
- What sort of trouble?

- Just trouble
for doing nothing, really.

- Yeah, right.

- Dean, don't worry
about that, mate.

- What? It's no problem.

It's the least I can do,
especially after that meal.

- Paul's got a very strict
dishwasher system.

- Uh, no, no, it's just Dean
is a guest,

so he shouldn't be loading
the dishwasher, that's all.

Though, yes,
I do have a system.

And you are undermining it
at every single stage.

Rinse the fucking plates,
you tramp!

Rinse them.
Get to the sink.

[laughter]

- Um, I'm gonna go up.

- No, no, no, no,
Ally, love, come on!

Just one more drink.

The night is young.
- No, Dean, love.

The night is old.
It's half past 1:00.

- Fuck off, is it?

- Yes.
- Oh.

- [laughing]
Sorry.

This is your fault.Bellend.

Hey. Hey, Ally.

You okay?

- It's just really late.

- Hmm. You're not jealousof Dean?

- Jealous, what?

- You just seem
really off with him?

- No, we're off with each
other, Paul, you and me.

- Cheers, big ears.
- Cheers, mate!

- So are you up for it?
- Yeah, why not?

Sounds good.
- Let us do it.

Let's go to a gig, like,
a proper, sweaty,

uncomfortable, need a piss,
eardrum-bursting gig.

- It's been so long
since I went to a gig,

unless you count Joseph.
- Joseph? Don't know him.

- Sorry, Ava's
school production of "Joseph."

- That's not a gig.

- Are you sure?
- Definitely.

- There was a little fella
with a bass guitar.

- Uh-uh.
- To me, that's a gig.

- No.

Oh, look at them,
getting on well, aren't they?

- Yeah, house on fire.

- I am so glad that Chloe

settled in at school.
- Mm.

- Being the new girl is tough.

You know?
- Yeah.

And Ava has
just been brilliant.

- Good. Good.

So, listen,
what's this band like, then?

- Well, so they're a bit punky,
bit mod-y, it's ska-y.

- Lovely. So will we be
the oldest people there?

- Age is a state of mind,

but, yes, by about 25 years.

[laughter]
- All right, fuck, let's do it.

- Like the good old days.
both: Yes.

- We should have a nice meal
somewhere beforehand, though.

- Oh, God, yeah,
we're not cavemen.

- I should say not.

Jim:
Just fill it up. Come on.

Mm.

- You've obviously got rid
of a lot of stuff already.

- Loads.

It feels good in a way,
letting go of the past.

If we're being forced
into a new beginning,

then we should make
the most of it.

- Mm.

- Our friends next door
have been very helpful.

They sold a lot of our old
vinyl records for us.

- Really?

Well, there would've been some
very valuable stuff there--

those original Sinatra albums.

I know you had some early
Beatles EPs.

- Isaac got a fair price
for them.

And we gave him 10%
for his trouble.

- And we don't listen
to vinyl anymore.

Jim's got his eye patch.
- Pad, iPad.

- And that's got all the music
in the world on it and more.

- But wouldn't some
of those records

have been Paul's, though,
like, from the '80s?

- He hasn't needed them
for 35 years,

so he can get by
without them now.

- Nadia next door says
we need to ask,

"Does this object
bring me joy?"

And most of them don't.

My Kodak brownie...fuck it.

It's just a bit
of old bakelite.

- They can go
for high prices.

- The guys next door
sell them for us online.

Don't worry.
They're not diddling us.

- [giggles]
Jim.

- I mean, diddling
as in conning us,

not sexually
interfering with us.

- Chance would be a fine thing.

That Isaac has got lovely eyes.

- Yes, to be fair,
he has got lovely eyes,

very long, dark lashes.

- Right.

- Got a good body
on him, too--

strong arms.

- [smacks lips]

Uh, anyway...

[steady music]

♪

- Oh, hi, guys. I thought
you're going to Westfield.

- We still could.

- We decided against it,
didn't we, Ava?

- Yeah.

- We're having a good time
here, just the two of us.

- Okay. Great.

[doorbell rings]

Luke: I'll get it.
- Okay.

- All right.
- Hi, Luke.

- Hi, Jacob.
Jacob: Oh, hi, Ally.

Hmm, is that basil I can smell?

- Oh, yes.
Yeah, I made a tomato

and basil soup for later, yeah.
- Hmm, brilliant.

Smells wonderful--
very Italian.

- Thanks.
- I look forward to it.

- Oh.
[chuckles] Great.

- Did you get it?
- Yeah, I've got it.

[indistinct chatter]
- Nice.

Ally:
Hey, Luke, a word.

You do know the rules,
don't you? No drink or drugs.

- We're not drinking
or drugging.

- So what was that
in Jacob's bag, then?

- [chuckles]
Oh, that...

♪

- Yeah, so this one will taste
darker, more earthy--

hint of smoke in there, too.
- Mmm. I can smell the smoke.

- Mm.

- This is Hawaiian?
- No. No.

The last one is Hawaiian--
sweet and floral.

- Oh, right, yeah.
Of course. Of course.

- This one is Indonesian--it
will taste a bit more bitter.

- Similar to the robust beans
we tried first?

- Yeah, yeah, exactly.
- Mm.

- You're
a quick learner, Luke.

May I use your bathroom, Ally?

- Yeah, of course,
top of the stairs.

[softly]
I didn't know you like coffee.

- Jacob got me into it.

Coffee's his thing--
well, one of us things.

- Never met anyone
quite like Jacob before.

- He's brilliant, isn't he?
- Yeah.

What do your other friends
make of him?

- I haven't got
any other friends.

I told Dad this
ages ago.

But I've got Jacob now,
so that's fine.

- Does Jacob have
any other friends?

- A few,
but he likes me best.

He said. We can talk,
properly talk

about important things,

not the boring crap
everyone else talks about.

- So, then, what's the verdict?

- Hawaiian for me.

I like the mellow notes.
[Jacob chuckles]

Luke?

- Indonesian for me.
- Yeah, me too.

It's the most complex.
- Mm-hmm.

[rock music playing]

♪

- This is fucking brilliant!
- I knew you'd like them!

♪

- We're so old!
- Who gives a shit?

[both laughing]

♪

[person speaking indistinctly
on TV]

- Oh, hey, munchkin.
Where's Chloe?

- Asleep.

- You okay?
- No, not really.

- What's up?

- I don't like Chloe.

I hate her.

- You hate her?
Why?

- Well, she told Grace
I said mean things about her.

Now Grace won't speak to me.

And none of Grace's friends
will even look at me.

- Well, I thought Grace
was your best friend.

Did you say mean
things about her?

- Yes, I said the things
as a joke,

but Chloe twisted them to be...

I don't know what she did,
but Grace hates me now.

- I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you were
going through all this.

I just--I thought you guys
were getting on great.

- That's what she wants
you to think.

[inhales deeply]

I don't want to be friends
with Chloe anymore.

I want a divorce from Chloe.

- She sounds
like a total, total turd.

- [chuckles]

- Should we go and draw a turd
on her forehead

while she's sleeping?

Ava: That'll be really cruel.
Let's do it!

[rock music playing]

- How you feeling?
- Better now!

[both laugh]

♪

[laughs]

Ally: It's great, obviously,
that he's got a friend,

but I just...

I'm worried that he's investing
too much in Jacob.

- Yeah, right. Yeah.

Ally: His happiness, you know,
is entirely dependent

on staying friends with him.

It's just--
it feels a bit risky.

- Uh, ris--yeah, risky.
That does sound risky, yeah.

- How's your evening been?
- It's fucking great.

Band were amazing,
like, properly good.

I feel 22 again.
- Wow.

- Yeah, so...

Dean, right...

has got a bit of coke.

- Has he?
Right.

- Yeah, so, uh...

how would you feel
if I took some?

- Not happy.

- No?

Okay.
'Cause you used to take it.

- I used to do a lot of things
I don't do now.

- Did you? Like what?
- I don't know.

Um, I used to steal
from garages.

- What, cars?

Ally: No. Pringles
and, like, chocolate

from the shop bit
of the garage.

I wasn't
a fucking getaway driver.

- No, right.

Ally:
It's a shitty trade, Paul.

Kids who are Luke's age
getting stabbed in turf wars

so the middle-class people
can chat more shit

and grind their teeth--

it's exploitative,
and it's evil.

- No, I know.
[clears throat]

I know.
I just got carried away.

Don't worry.
I'll politely decline.

- Good. Bye.

[rock music playing]

♪

- [breathes deeply]

- What time is it?
- Hi.

- What time is it?
- Uh, 2:00 about 2:00.

I'll check my phone.

Mm, 2:19.

Zero, two, colon, nineteen.

Gone to 20 now.
It's 2:20.

- Did you take the coke?
- Oh, how was your evening?

Everything okay?

- Not really,
but I'll talk to you

when you're feeling a bit
less advertising executive-y.

- [laughs abruptly, sighs]

[both laughing]

- Uh, no, I don't think I've
ever been on a horse before.

- It's brilliant.
I'm telling you.

- Really?
- Yes.

Look, I've got
a mate of mine, Kev--

he runs a stud farm
at Cheltenham.

- Of course you have...
- Yeah. No, I have.

He would definitely
have something

for a complete beginner
to ride.

- I see that little pig, okay.

- Yeah, well,
and there just happens

to be a double-Michelin starred
restaurant in the village.

- I knew there had to be
another fucking reason.

[both chuckle]
- Mm.

So have you heard
about, um, Chloe and Ava?

They've fallen out.
- Yeah.

No, I got that impression.
That's a shame, isn't it?

- Yeah, a big shame.

I was wondering maybe you--
maybe you could have a word.

- Me? Have a--with...

- With Ava.

- Oh.
[stammers]

Sorry.
What do you want me to say?

- You know, Chloe lost her mum

when she was really,
really small, right?

And it's left her
feeling insecure.

And she can get a little bit
intense in relationships.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, I mean, clingy.

Because she doesn't have
a mum to cling to, right?

- Oh, sure.
- Yeah.

And it does push people away.
I get it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Right?

Clearly she's pushed Ava away.

You know, if you--if you
explain that to Ava...

- Uh-huh.

- Then maybe Ava would be
her friend again.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Seeing as we're mates again.

- Right.
- Ain't we?

[both laugh]
- Yeah, we are.

- Yeah.
I hope so.

- All right, yeah.
- Okay.

- Yeah, I'll be
really grateful.

- All right, man, yeah.Cool.

- So I have to be her friend?
- No.

- You're ordering me
to be her friend.

- No, I'm--I'm not.
Come--Ava, don't be silly.

That's not what I'm saying,
but she is vulnerable.

- She's horrible.
She made me miserable.

She made me cry,
and she enjoyed making me cry.

- I know that it's been tough.
- She's a horrible person.

Just because she hasn't got
a mum isn't an excuse

to be horrible to me.

- Not an excuse, no,
but an explanation maybe.

- Paul, Ava doesn't want
to be Chloe's friend.

- Can I go to my room?
- Sure.

- No. Yes.

Just trying to be
compassionate, that's all.

- Why are you putting
this kind of pressure on her?

- I'm not.
- You fucking are.

- Do you know
Chloe's mum's dead?

- But we didn't kill her.

I think you're motivated
by your friendship with Dean.

- What?
- Yeah.

For the first time in ages,
you've got a friend you like,

and you want to keep him sweet.
- Jeez, Ally. I'm not ten.

- Yeah, but your daughter
fucking is.

Come on.
Paul...

Be honest.

You know this has
to be a choice.

- Yes, of course I know.

And, of course,
I will choose Ava.

It's just
I was enjoying having...

a best friend,
you know,

considering we--me and you
aren't exactly...

You've got Keeley.

- But it's not the same.
She's not the same as you.

- Fuck, how did we get here?

Okay.
I'll go and speak to Ava.

[steady music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

Jim: We'll be with you
in a minute, guys.

Just saying our goodbyes.

- I don't trust them.

I think they've been
ripping your parents off.

- Well, mm...

You can't say anything
against them, though.

They're besotted.

They think that I'm jealous

because they're friends
with people younger than me.

- And are you?
- Yeah.

Is he wearing mascara,
that one?

- Who? Isaac?
- If that's his name, yeah.

- Falsies, I reckon.
- [chuckles]

False eyelashes, really?
- Yup.

- Nadia is very animated.

- Yeah, speed, isn't it?
- Do you think so?

- Clearly, speed freak.
Big Billy Whizz-Bang.

Bez.

[both laughing]

- [sighs]

[warm music]

- We're best, aren't we?

- Fuck, yeah, we're best.

♪

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