All language subtitles for Ridley.Road.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Your parents must be delighted.

Nice boy, good family.

I'm ready.

Where's he gone?

Daddy, what have you said to him?

Jeremy asked you
and you said yes.

Jeremy's father asked you
and you said yes.

-He's gone to London.
-Ridley road.

Call yourself, Evans not Epstein.

Don't let anyone know your Jewish.

I'm looking for Jack Morris.

What secretarial college
are you attending?

No, I'm a hairdresser.

Take this.

-I'm not a political person.
-Yes, you are.

Jews are the saboteurs of Europe.

Perish, Judah!

Jack?

I do bad things to bad people.

We haven't heard from Jack.

You have no idea how to get to him.

Colin Jordan and his NSM
thugs are dangerous.

What if he had a girl?

She could just turn up unexpectedly,
ask a few innocent questions.

Miss Carpenter.

Mr. Jordan,
such a pleasure to meet you at last.

I'd like to thank you

for all the hard work you're doing
for the people of this country.

It's the people of this country
who work hard for little gain.

I'm merely a mouth piece.

Sound of heavy boots can be
a little incessant in this building.

My apologies.

We should imitate the Indian
shaman and insist on bare feet.

Well, I'm not sure that would go down
too well with the lads.

I won't keep you long.

I'm just here to inquire
about Peter Fox.

About his whereabouts.

I'm his friend, you see and I haven't
heard from him in a while.

Friend?

Yes.

Well...

Lucky Peter.

I just wondered if he was all right.

I assure you, he's all right,
Miss Carpenter.

It's just...

I understand the nature
of the work you do.

And the forces that make
that work difficult--

Please don't worry.

It is my life's work
to protect this nation

and that includes my men.

I take my role very seriously.

I just wondered
if you could share where he is.

So where in Manchester
did you grow up?

Manchester, sir, yes.
Uh, near Castlefield.

Near Peter?

-Yes.
-I see.

And your parents, your father?

He's a postman.

He was a postman.

My mother's a housewife,
they met at church.

Well, tell him to give me a call

and we can get him involved
in our Manchester division.

Thanks so much for stopping by,
Miss Carpenter.

Mr. Jordan, it would so put my mind
at ease if you could share how Peter is.

Oh, goodness, sir.

We all have wounds to some extent.

It is the nature of what we do,
the sacrifices we make.

Do you have wounds, Miss Carpenter?

Deep wounds that define you?

I'm not sure I understand.

I'm not fooled for a second.

You have the most intelligent
eyes I've ever seen.

Just like my mother.

I'm finding this terribly exciting.

You've come all this way to knock
on my door.

It's not just young love, is it?

Maybe it is. Who am I to pry?

Well...

to be frank, sir.
I do have wounds.

As you put it.

I carry the pain of seeing my father
and my grandfather

both dedicated servicemen of the RAF be...

Well, discarded by this country.

I see the coloured men that
have taken my father's job.

I see the Negro hooligan that terrorizes
my family's community.

Where they once lived in peace.

And civility.

I see the blood of foreigners
mix with the blood of my countrymen.

And I know that Peter
needs me in this fight.

Of course, I'm just a girl.

And-- and I can't make a contribution
in the same way a man might but...

My concern...

My dedication is I have to be involved
in this fight in some way.

It's not about Peter and I.
It's bigger than us.

I can't explain it really.

I have to know where Peter is.

So that I can help him in his work
to get Britain back.

Please...

-Lee.
-Sir?

I think we better
take this young lady on a drive.

-- Keep walking.
-- I am walking.

-Keep going.
-Keep going where? Why you following me?

Because I want you off the street now.

You want me off the street?
I'm on a public highway.

That's what I'm doing.
Now move.

Go on.

Shit!

You having a laugh, Fincher?

Get back to Stepney, you sneaky Yid.
This ain't your turf!

Why don't you do one, you Paddy sod?

I'd stay in that car if I was you.

Arseholes.

Yes, yes, David.

Yeah, yeah. 'Course I did,
I bought her a ticket

for the morning train, but she, uh,
she refused.

Yeah, but David, listen, David,
just try and calm-- David?

Calm down. All right.

Uh, yeah, he's having a right mare.

How could you lose her, Dad?

How could you let her out of your sight?

Enough of that.
I'm going straight there to stake it out.

This is all we need.

Where are we?

You wanna see Peter don't ya?

Come on.

Don't look so frightened.

Daddy, look what I caught.

I put in a leaf for his teeth.

Oh, Albert.

Sorry, sir. He just took off.

No, it's fine for him to run about.

Who's this?

You follow Elise,
I'll be with you shortly.

This way.

Is this Mr Jordan's house?

On our membership subs
and his teacher's salary?

I don't think so.

So whose house is it?

Look, Lee won't like me talking.

It's the Duke Westwick.

He's loaned it to us for the training.
It's ever so exciting.

When are you due?

November.

Congratulations.

You forget about the sickness.

Forget about your hair falling out.

-Look.
-So it's not your first?

I have something that could help.

I'm a hairdresser.

Oh, it's just blokes
doing their exercises.

So are you courting Peter then?

Well, I don't blame you.

If you are, he's a looker.

Don't tell my Lee, I said so.

Where did Mr. Jordan get to?

-Do you think he'll be long?
-Here.

Look at your coat.

Oh, fancy much?

I like the butterfly patch.

Oh, sewed it myself.

It's not hard.

My dad's a tailor and--

-What your Dad taught you?
-Mm.

Well, that's nice.

You know, the only thing my old man
ever taught me was how to...

Rob and drink and avoid the law.

Here better get a move on
fwith these pasties for tomorrow.

I gotta get them done.

They bury them quick.

Bury who quick?

Oh, no the blooming flour's got sticky.

Elise, who buries who quick?

If it don't go well,
I'll get it won't I?

Lee says he don't need a packed lunch,
but what else am I gonna do with myself.

Are the lads planning something?

Elise! My flutterby.

-I've scared it.
-Oh.

Let's calm him down, shall we?

He's hurting himself.

Well, if we put a tea towel
around it,

it will think it's night.

Will it die?

Not if you punch some holes in it.

For it to breathe.

It doesn't know it's trapped.

Jane.

Jane!

Sorry.

Distracted.

Pack it away by four, Jason.

Yes, sir.

Push it right
down the back.

Such a beautiful house.

Not ours, sadly.
Loaned to us every few months.

I manage to get few days
of training out of it.

-Generous gentleman.
-The Duke of Westwick.

I saw the crest in the hall.

Huh.

Nothing gets by you, does it?

Uh, listen, it looks worse than it is.

Look at you. Please don't worry, mm?

He'll be absolutely fine.
We're taking care of him, all right?

Just don't panic him, will you?

Peter.

There's someone here to see you.

Thank you.

Peter.

It's me, Jane.

Hello, Jane.

What a nice surprise.

Don't strain yourself,
old boy.

Did Mr. Jordan bring you here?

Yes, I went to pay him a visit.

And he very kindly drove me to you.

Oh, how kind of him.

Thank you, sir.

You needn't have gone to the trouble.

-Ain't it fancy here, Jane?
-Very.

Well you should get Mr Jordan
to walk you around the Rose Garden.

Apparently, it's quite a picture.

I'll be outside.

Perhaps we could keep the visiting hours
on the shorter side, Miss Carpenter?

-Still a long way on the road to recovery.
-Of course.

You can't do this.

I can, Jack.

Come back with me, please.

I can't let you stay here
with these animals.

Shh!

You think you can come here
with your best Marilyn impression

and seduce these nutters
out of their views?

-No.
-Who put you up to it?

Soly? Ronnie?
Did they tell you to do all this?

No, actually, it was my idea.

I just want to get you out of here.

Paul, let my friends
get back to work, please.

They're deranged.
They'll eat you for breakfast.

They killed a yeshiva boy.

Did you know that?

Of course, I did.

What happened to you?

Is one of them onto you?

-Do they suspect--
-No!

They don't suspect.

And I've got to keep it that way.

Tell Sol it was just an accident.

I'm good. I'm still good.

I've so much to ask you.

-So much I need to know.
-Don't let me keep you.

Well, good luck with your recovery, Peter.

How are we getting on?

All done, sir.

Nice to see you.

Goodbye, Peter.

Goodbye, Jane.

Look at the size of it.

Scraping the sky they're calling it.

I've seen them shooting up
all through Bow.

Looks like a crematorium if you ask me.

All that concrete
with little coffins inside.

I feel buried alive.

Mrs Jones.

The council have made up their minds,
you'll have to go.

Besides, you're one of the last
English ladies left on the street.

-What is there to stay for?
-This is my home.

I raised my boys here.

I've done it nice.

How am I supposed to pack up 60 years?

I'll help you,
if there's a cup of tea in it.

Come on.

Here you go, ladies.

It's a huge house.

Huge. I have never seen anything like it.

The Duke lends it to them
for training.

I always knew the Duke of Westwick
was a shyster.

That's why I don't like toffs.

Riding around on their horses,
sniffing up pheasants.

-"Sniffing up pheasants?"
-Yeah.

Yeah, whatever they do, I don't know.
But I do know,

that there's fascists
in those mansions.

-The Royal family--
-All right, all right. That's enough.

Vivien, did they tell you
the purpose of the house?

Yes. For training.

Were there men training in the house?

Yes, on the lawn. There were...

-There were men doing exercises.
-How many?

How many?

A dozen? Two dozen?

Yes, about that.

Which is it?

About 15.

I saw, maybe more. I think--

Spirit. His spirit.

What's that?

Jordan has been eyeing up
his own paramilitary force,

but we weren't sure if he had the numbers
or the equipment.

But now he's got the jute back in him,

he's got his own blooming army.

And that's how we'll get them.

-Who else was there, Vivien?
-Um...

A boy, Paul. Colin's son.

A girl...

-Sweet, strange...

Couldn't quite put my finger
on what was wrong with her.

She seemed so harmless at first
and then,

"Bury their dead quick", she said,
casual as you like.

Rolling out pastry for some operation
they were planning.

It's the yeshiva boy, isn't it?

His funeral.

Are you sure, Vivien?

-I think so.
-No, think very carefully, Vivien.

-This could be dangerous...
-She said.

"They bury their dead quick."

The boys were preparing for something.

Well, don't you think
that this is a little nugget?

-That you could have opened on.
-All right, Soly. Don't distress the girl.

So they are planning
to cause a disturbance.

And now we know. Hmm?

So, I'm going to drop over
to the Oppenheim's

and we'll change the location
of the boy's funeral.

Vivien, you should be
very proud of yourself.

You've done a great mitzvah today.

Oi, what are you doing?

He needs backup.
And none of those commie drips, Ronnie.

I want proper men who ain't afraid
to break a nail.

Now, you see him out there safe,
and then you make yourself scarce.

You, come with me.

We'll get word.

We'll find you when we need you. Go.

Lads.

Oh, hello, sir.

Hope you don't mind thought I'd give
this Strength Through Joy book a try.

Under the Reich,

the Fuhrer sent 22,000 families
to the theatre for the first time.

He wanted to elevate them through art.
Ain't that wonderful?

Indeed.

Anything the matter, sir?

I'm on to you, Peter Fox.

-- Thank you so much.
-- Not at all, not at all.

-Right, well goodbye for now.
-Cheerio.

Oh, you must be the lodger.

Yes.

Terrible what they're doing
to our elderly.

Look after her. Won't you?

Oh, you gave me the fright of my life.

You look like a movie star.

Thank you.

They've giving me no choice, the council.

I have to go else they'll bulldoze me down
with the bricks and mortar.

Be a dear and box up them frames.
Will you?

You obviously offended the young girl.
She ran off all on her own.

So, what are your intentions?

She's a nice girl, but, nah.

Not my type.

Well, think carefully before you waste
a woman's best years.

She's obviously besotted by you.

To come down from Manchester
and seek you out.

I doubt that's the case, sir.

She probably came to meet you.

People have a lot of respect for you.
I don't think you're quite aware.

Hm.

Yeah well,
it is hard to find nice ladies

who are understanding of the cause.

She seemed most enlightened.

It's unusual in someone so young.

Well, look, just be careful. Hm?

Don't let distractions get in the way.

We're making progress.

And I need everyone to be
fighting fit. Hm?

-Yep
-That is all.

Yep. Will do, sir.

There's a bedroom for you.

I can make it nice till you
get a place of your own.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna throw you out on the street.

Thank you.

That gentleman seemed lovely.

Mr Burns.

He's ever so considerate.

Life and soul of the community.

Here.

-Wrap these up for me, will you?
-Yeah.

Fifteenth floor they're putting me.

Apparently there is a view.

But I'll miss stepping out
to the pavement, won't I?

They say there's a lift.

But my friend Vera was stuck
on the 17th floor

and her lifts never worked a single day
she's been there.

Mrs Jones.

We can speak frankly, can't we?

Of course we can.

We get on well, you and me.
You're a lovely tenant.

Would you mind
not telling anyone about me?

It's to do with my fiancé.

My ex-fiancé.

He could easily cause trouble for me.

So I just want to lie low.

Just for a bit.

I understand.

You have my word.

Sounds a total monster, your ex.
Dangerous.

Very dangerous indeed.

Jeremy hasn't been sleeping.

None of us have been sleeping.

-We can't sleep.

Well what can I say?

Oh.

She seems to have really
embraced London theatre.

She probably just needs a little time.

She's 23, she doesn't have time.

Tell them, Jeremy.

Tell them our decision.

Yes, right.

It's bit of a tricky one.

Really?
But thing is, Dad has decided to let me

manage the commercial properties.
Hand them over.

-In my name.
-Oh, mazel tov.

What a responsibility.

Yeah, we're expanding our portfolio
as well as my bank investments.

It makes sense to keep the rents
running all under the family umbrella.

As it were.

So what you're saying you're...

Going to be my landlord now, is it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Nothing like that.

I know Dad wouldn't dream of charging
family money for rent.

And I plan on being exactly the same.

When we're family.

But if for some strange reason
we don't end up being family,

well, then we go back
to a commercial arrangement.

I have to warn you, David.

It is very expensive where you are.

It's a prime location.

Hello.

Uh...

She might need... just one moment

We can't afford those expensive rents.
Your dad knows that.

We wouldn't be able to keep our heads
above water if it wasn't for your dad.

Well, then maybe your daughter
should give that some thought.

Maybe in an interval of Bernard Shaw
over some peanut brittle.

You're very late home, Roza?

Sorry. I had more errands to do.
Now Vivien's away.

I've got your lunch boxes.

Well, she'll be back soon.

Did you lock up all right?

Yes. Everything is in its place.
Don't worry.

The Klein's are still here, then?

Hm.

Uncle...

Nothing.

...knowing how she died
or why, might enable us to bring her back.

Whatever attracts men to women
she possessed.

Marilyn Monroe
was this year's sex symbol...

Did you do that yourself, Vivien?

Looks terrific.

She was important.

She spent her early years
cared for by people

who were paid to do so
in orphanages and foster homes.

Born Norma Jeane out of wedlock
by a mother who didn't want her.

All right, all right.
I've heard enough.

Turn it off will you, Vivien?

Chrissy, put a record on, please?

You'd be out on your ear
if my mom found out.

I'm sorry.

I don't.

You paid the NSM a visit.

You followed me?

Yeah, I did.

Well, why would you do that?

-You've no right to follow me.
-Who did you see?

Was it Colin Jordan?

-Does he impress you or something?
-No.

Need to be careful. You do.

He's a wrong'un in more ways than one.

Oh, I'm new to town.

Don't know anyone.

Caught in the middle of a fascist march.

Who are you?

Who are you, really?

Oh, don't mind me.

Ah, lovely song.

They've moved it.

Devious little snakes.

-You want us to smash it up?
-Nah. Nah.

Come on, let's go.

I told him you weren't coming, Sol.

What's the matter?

I just want to wish him long life.

I know.

I don't think it's a good idea, my love.

It's not that they blame you.
It's just...

Look, he's being buried in peace.

That's something at least, Sol.

What did the police say?

They're not interested.

And I reckon Jordan's cronies are giving
Jack dodgy intel.

Why else would they tell him
it was just an assessment

and then turn up fully armed?

That kid died on my watch, Nance.

I could have done something.

I would have brought more men.

Those bastards are winning.

They're winning and it's killing me.

Waste of time.

Hold up.

She was a rotten old trollop
who killed her babies with drink.

And that's the truth they won't print.

Her mother didn't want her.

And she sold her body
to the highest bidder.

A big bouncer, ain't no two ways about it.

I mean, do I feel sorry for the girl,
of course I do.

You have to think
she brought it on herself.

Viv.

You got to be thorough
with the colour.

-Sorry.
-Vivien...

someone's asking for you to do
their set and style.

Hello.

Hello.

Would you like to take a seat here?

Yeah. Ta.

Sad about Marilyn, innit?

Yes.

I love doing Some Like it Hot.

Those blokes as birds,
weren't it a scream?

Going anywhere nice for your holidays?

Yeah. Portugal.

You?

Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to Scarborough
with my family.

Oh, nice.
Never been there myself.

Oh, no.

Her teeth, they're far too white.

-What do you think?
-I'd love to have teeth like that.

Would you?
Well, have another look.

You know I heard,
why Marilyn loved making movies.

She said that when the camera's on her,

it's like being with 10,000 men
all at once,

but not getting pregnant.

-Oh.

Yeah. Nobody's perfect.

Vivien?

Vivien?

All right? Come on.

Hello, Vivien.

Vivien.

Thanks to you, a grieving mother
could bury her son without harassment.

A true mitzvah.

You sorted us out back there.

You're a natural, sweetheart.

Yeah. Now we got to turn our attention
to your other little discovery,

Colin Jordan's army of bandits.

-Spearhead.
-Precisely.

If we can get evidence of their funds
or their arms or how they train,

we can get them prosecuted for being
a paramilitary force.

Come here, Vivien.

This is a simple task.

-Now, you see that little chip?
-Mm-hm.

That is a cavity transmitter.

Now you're going to have Jack plant that
wherever Jordan works

in his library, in his study.
Jack'll know what to do.

I don't know the first thing about...

No, no, no. It's easy peasy, love.
Even Nance has done one.

Well that was with her sisters,
which is sort of cheating, but...

Look, if we get this right,
we can transmit

everything they say
onto this recording device.

We can take the tapes to Special Branch.

So when do you want me to go in exactly?

-Tonight?
-We've got to get ahead of them, Vivien.

We've got to stop them.

Every second counts here.

Have you told my dad
you're sending me back in?

Well, don't worry about your old man.
Me and him we've got an agreement.

Rabbi?

You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do, Vivien.

If you want to go back to your family,

of course we'll take you.

But the bug will help with Jack.
He can get messages to us.

-Exactly.
-Yeah, all right, boy chief.

Nah, this ain't about Jack no more.

If you were to get him out,
you can forget about it.

You saw it, he doesn't want out.
He's in for the long haul.

Injury or no injury.
No, no, no this is about you.

This is about who you are.

How is this anything to do with who I am?

Well, are you anti-fascist or are you not?

Of course, I am.
I don't agree with their views.

I find them utterly despicable.

No, no. You misunderstand the question.
Anyone can find views objectionable.

No. It doesn't matter whether
you're non-racist or non-fascist. No.

It only matters whether you are anti.

You see the question is not whether you
can sit in your salon filing your nails

and shaking your head at the wireless
and you switch it off,

and you carry on
with the same old routine.

The question is what we do when we
switch off that wireless.

When that programme ends.

An anti-fascist fights.

An anti-fascist does.

Tell us.
You overcame great fear back then.

To enter those premises
and follow those men.

And to share with us
invaluable intelligence.

And after you overcame all those fears
and you reached us.

How did you feel?

-- Honestly?
-- Yeah.

I felt blooming fantastic.

Welcome to the 62 Group, Vivien.

What if it gets violent?

It won't. Not with you.

I'm not a fighter, Nancy.

I don't know the first thing
about defending myself.

You've got other weapons.

Go in. Get it done. Get out.

You ready?

Don't hold back, will you?

Okay.

Good luck, girl.

Is Mr Jordan in?

What's happened?

I got jumped.

They called me Nazi scum.

I hitched a ride from the station.

Wait here.

Sieg Heil!

Elise will look after you.

Sort her out, will ya?

Give her a change of clothes or something.

Honestly, I don't need a change.

Well in the state you're in,
of course you do.

You must be soaked through
from that rain.

Lee doesn't like me looking
suggestive so...

It ain't very flattering but,
I guess it suits me in my condition.

Elise, what happened to your eye?

I told you.
If it don't go well I get hit, don't I?

Just wish they'd send 'em all
back to the ovens.

God, it'd make my life
a damn sight easier.

Here.

What?

Oh, oh, are you shy? I won't peak.

No, no, of course not.

-You all right?
-Yes.

We live in the twilight days
of a doomed age.

It is the specific purpose of fascism

to remove the party system,
once and for all.

It is a game which has run its course.

There is no need for parties
and politicians

and the idle talk of Westminster
while the country burns!

The day is coming when
the broken banking system ends.

Yes, sir! Yes. Tell them...

The day is coming when the cloven hoof
of the Jewish International Financier,

who thrives on money shortage,

will forever be destroyed!

Spiritual victory is ours.

With the triumph of will,

it will become the physical
victory of tomorrow.

Heck yes!
Three cheers for spirit, aye aye!

Aye aye!

Jack.

You stopped them causing chaos
at our funeral.

You did it, darling. That one was yours.

Look.

-You beauty.

We need to...

- Put it onto the desk.
- Let me just...

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Jack.

You can't do this on your own.

We gotta move quick.

Why do they have The Chronicle?

So they know what businesses to smash up.

Especially when something new opens,
they love to throw a brick in.

Someone's coming. What can I do, Jack?

- What can I do?
- Shh, distract them. Quick.

Jeff told me about your attack.

You're safe here, Miss Carpenter.

Those thugs can't get you now.

Come.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, David.

I'm coming down myself. I'm coming.
Yes. Goodnight.

Any news?

She's in the theatre again.

Oscar Wilde.

Come on, David.

What? She's becoming quite the thesp.

Don't worry.

It'll all work out all right.

We'll lose everything. You heard them.

Is that all you're thinking about, Liza?

No.

When will you be back?

I'm back when I'm back.

Yes?

I've left you some chicken.

Thank you, auntie.

I try not to feel like
it's all falling apart but...

Nobody tells me anything.

Left in the dark.

Always have been.

Always will be.

I'm a housemaid.

That's all I am.

An unpaid housemaid.

I heard an item about it on the wireless.

How do you do it?

After all you've been through.

Do what?

Put one foot in front of another?

I don't know.

Reading helps.

Whenever I try to sit down to a book
my mind just wanders.

-- What are these?
-- Just look.

We found them in uncle's office.

Roza, you mustn't snoop.

You've been so good to me. I don't want
to get in between anyone.

Honestly, but.

Maybe it's time you...

You found out what he's doing.

Where uncle goes when he's on business.

Come on.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

I heard your speech.

I don't quite know what to say.

I have never been
so inspired in all my life.

Well.

It's not really a place for a lady.

The boys tend to get quite het up.

That's just because they're
impassioned.

Because you speak so truthfully.

From the heart.

Well.

I mean every word.

I believe in our final destiny
and the triumph of national socialism.

Do you?

Yes.

Are you frightened of me?

No.

Then what is it, huh?

This look you give me.

What is it?

I'm so embarrassed.

Peter doesn't care for me one jot.

I should've known when he went quiet
that he wasn't interested.

Hmm? There, there.

Daddy?

What is it?

My flutterby.

It's not moving.

I think it's dead.

Oh, go to bed.

Now look, it's very late.
How about I tuck you in?

And we can check on your butterfly.
I mean your flutterby.

He doesn't want to go to school.

He's teased.

I never know what to say to him.

But you do, you're very good with him.

He's a very sweet boy.

It's long been a...

Err, how can I put it? Not a dream but...

A desire.

To sit up all night and talk politics
with a beautiful young woman.

What you said to me
in my office yesterday.

I've been thinking about it all day.

What you've seen.

The sadness you carry in your heart.
The humiliation of your father.

I've been
thinking about it quite considerably.

Thank you.

Well.

I'm sorry I got a bit, er, excited.

-No, don't.
-No, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be improper.

I forgive you.

But I...

I do want you to talk with me.

And sit with me.

Be with me.

That's all.

I wanna be loved by you, just you

And nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you alone!

Boop-boop-a-doop!

I wanna be kissed by you, just you

Nobody else but you

I wanna be kissed by you, alone!

I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than to fill the desire

To make you my own!

Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-booh!

I wanna be loved by you, just you

And nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you, alone!

Boop-boop-a-doop!