All language subtitles for breed6

‐ [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.
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.

‐ [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]