All language subtitles for Bouquet of Barbed Wire 2010 1×2

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING TONE)

TAPE: 'Hiya, we are back but we
can't get to the phone right now.'

So are we clear?
Giles won't pay us a penny

till we complete the reconfiguration
from commercial to residential.

I'll grovel to him cos apart from
being an arsehole and a lying
bastard, he's a dear friend.

Sarah here is gonna head up the
residential refurb team

and create something so wonderful
even Giles himself will find it
impossible not to sign.

And I'll go snivelling to the bank
again begging them not to foreclose.

Let's pray to God because he's gotta
help us cos that is...our plan.

What?

I made some calls.

You told me Prue used to be
at Ashmere Hall,

then in the sixth form she upped and
left to do her A-levels
at Summerleigh, yes?

Was that a last-minute decision?

Yeah.

Two years ago,

Gavin Sorenson applied to be
Head of English at Ashmere.

He got the job,

then a fortnight before term
started,

he backed out.

He dumped them in favour
of a junior position at Summerleigh.

He followed her.

Peter, live with this,
just for a minute.

I will.
Good.

(RINGING TONE)

TAPE: 'Hiya, we are back but we
can't get to the phone right now.'

Where's my daughter?
Prue's out.

And I've gotta go see a man
about a skip full of crap.

I'm going to contact the police.

About assaulting me?

It's a family tiff. All forgotten.

No, about you stalking my daughter.
Following her from school to school.

All you gotta do, Peter, really just
tell me to get out of your life.

I mean, I won't go, of course but...

..saying it will make you feel
better.

You are a little shit.

Look, I really think involving the
police is not such a great idea.

Certainly not for you.

PIANO: # DEBUSSY: Clair de Lune

I'm just telling you what happened.

David wasn't reproaching you at all.

One of us was there,
that's all that matters.

What are these doing out?

Prue asked if she could have them.

Have you seen her?
No, but she sent a text.

She won't answer the phone to me.

I'm sure she's fine.
But you haven't seen her.

We have to adjust.

Meaning I have to adjust.
Yes, frankly, you do.

You're no longer in charge.

I'm going to the office today.

Peter, it's Saturday.

I know, I know, but Giles
is making life very difficult.

Extraordinary times.

I want to know
what happened to Paula.

No you don't.

Hot or...cold?

She was a pupil.

Top set, like me.

That's it.

You're a vampire.

And...you creep from school
to school.

I'll find a way to make you tell me.

Where have you gone?

I'm here.

You've gone away from me.
No, I haven't, I'm just thinking...

..thinking about Prue and...(SIGHS)

..why she doesn't wanna see me.

What she doesn't know
about her husband.

What are you gonna do?

Nothing.

All I know is that...

..every time I see him
and confront him, he just...

..fends me off.

I found this man on the internet.

He investigates people.

I don't even know where you live,
do I?

No.

Have you ever done a bad thing?

I've got to post those photos
to...Prue.

I'll post them later.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hi. You're Prue.

Oh, your Dad has a screensaver
of you in the office with balloons.

I said I'd drop this round.
It's, erm...photos.

Oh, yeah, cool. Thank you.

You're...Sarah Francis?

Yeah, I saw your portfolio.

I'm parked on a zigzag, gotta run
but...very nice to meet you.

Have you come far...

..to see Prue?

I...work for Prue's father.

Of course you do.

There was a parcel.

I expect there was.

Goodbye, Gavin.

What's he told you about me?

Apart from my name?

We don't talk about you.

Cos when you're with Peter,

don't wanna waste your time talking.

Oh, and you mustn't worry about the
little pot on the bedside table.

Nobody likes it.

Don't stop.

What?

What?

You don't know what happened
to her face.

I mean, it could have been
an accident.

If you act before you think,
you could play right into his hands.

Don't go to Gavin, please.

Talk to Prue. Talk to Prue first.

Give her a chance to explain.

You eat all that, you'll get fat.

Hark who's talking.

It's coming along.

I didn't know if you got my message.

Oh, I got them all,
I've just been so busy.

I'm meant to be at a,
er...secretarial thing

but I'm here,
so you've lost me the job.

You're not gonna get a job
with a face like that.

So...unfamiliar kitchen
in the middle of the night.

Open cupboard.

I am better now, thank you.

Have you got a cot?

No. I do not have a cot.

After lunch, shall we buy a cot
at Selfridges?

Why Selfridges?
Well, I assume they sell cots.

Not because you want to suck up
and spend a lot of money on me?

(MOBILE RINGS)
Well, my grandchild, actually
but you're on the right lines.

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(STOPS RINGING)

Simon Clark?

Mr Manson. Greetings.

Reflecting your requirements,
I think we CAN be of assistance.

You...you say 'we'?

When it's necessary, it's 'we'.

It's just not usually necessary.

Two scenarios spring to mind, Giles.

One, that you've genuinely
encountered difficulties in your
marriage and come to me for help.

Forgive me for hoping
that IS the case.

Two, having demonstrated
how easy it is for you

to grind my husband underfoot
by removing your patronage,

you're giving me a final chance
to save him.

You're absolutely bloody
unbelievable. Now get out.

But we haven't talked about Peter.

Dear Peter.

You see...I don't think
you really know him at all.

I know my husband.
No you don't.

He exists purely in the present.

I've never met a man more
disconnected from his own past.

He keeps himself hidden, Cassie.

You wouldn't actually
have to go the whole hog.

A kiss. I'm talking about a kiss.

We could do it now.

And bingo, Peter's back in business.

If I were to do that for you, Giles,
do you promise me

you would reverse your decision
on St Mary Axe?

Is that a yes?
Do you give me your word?

Is that a yes?
Yes.

Thank you.

I said yes.
I know. I enjoyed it.

Especially as you said it without
waiting for me to give my word.

It's the conquest, Cassie,
that's the bit I like.

The knowing that I could.
It's all I want.

You shit. Will I take my foot off
Peter's neck?

No.

I would have given you the world.

And look at you. Quite happy
to shore up a property deal

with a loveless grope in your
marriage bloody guidance centre.

You joyless bitch.

Oh, I don't...I don't need
a health visitor.

(BREATHLESS) The law says
you have to have one.

Well, let me just check your heart
before mine gives out
on your doorstep.

Let me know when we're allowed
to talk about your face.

I was attacked by a cupboard.

Little listen to chesty.

If your husband copped you one -
No. I told you...

- it's not necessarily
the end of the world.

It won't go in the notes.

I just need to know what happened
so I knows you're OK.

That the baby's OK.

Strictly between us.

He struck her. With his fist.

And with a book.

Which book?

Poetry. Your man, he loves poetry.

She pressed him about an incident
in his past.

He told her to leave it and she
didn't leave it, he lost his temper.

What incident?
I don't know.

Like me to find out?

No.

Well, think the whole thing over.

You might be surprised
what you decide.

Oh, and one thing.

Don't discuss this with anybody.

Not your wife...

..not your daughter.

She seems very nice.

What are you doing here?

I've just had the most utterly vile
and shitty day at work,

and I thought to myself, 'All those
miserable people can be on their own
for a couple of hours.

I'm going to London, see my husband,
POSSIBLY my daughter,

and definitely do some shopping.'

Did you find her? Prue?

No...I didn't.

But I found you and I found a very
nice pair of shoes on King's Road,

so two out of three can't be bad.

How was your day?

Hectic.

You wouldn't want me to come to
London and NOT come and see you?
No, of course not.

No.

(TEARFUL) I got frightened.
Of what?

Of losing Prue.

I wanted to see her so badly

I thought my heart was gonna beat
out of my chest.

You don't have the monopoly
on loving her, you know.

I know, Cassie, I know.

Yep. You know (!)

Have you thought of a boy's name?

Peter.

What if it's a girl?
Peter.

Here we go.

Did he pay for this piece of shit?!

What are you going to do?
Smash it up?

Over me?

He's bought the house
and he's married the money

and he's hacked his way
to the top of his profession

and it's got him nowhere.

It's why he feels compelled
to bang his new assistant.

To assert himself.

Please try not to have said that.

Not that she isn't bangable.
I would. I might, actually.

My father is not 'banging'
Sarah Francis.

Ah, you see, you thought it too.

What is it with you and my father?

I mean, come on, tell me!

Why do you feel the need to piss
all over him all the time?

Prue, your father is shagging
the junior.

He may, on some
not-too-deeply-buried level,

wish he was doing it to you,
but he's doing it to her.

Christ, Gavin, that is disgusting.

It's not disgusting, Prue.
It's human.

If you're wrong about this,
I will absolutely bloody kill you!

(FAINT MUSIC FROM HEADPHONES)

David...

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?
'Mum, is Dad there?'

Prue, darling. Hi.

'Is he there?' No, I'm not expecting
him back until much later.

Is there anything I can do for you,
darling?

(MOBILE RINGS)

It's Cassie.

Here.

H-Hello. Yes. Hi.

'Peter, I've got David with me.
We're at Paddington Station.'

What are you doing in London?

'Prue wants to see us. She wants us
to come to dinner right now - '

Tell you what, why don't you stay,
erm...where you are and...

..I'll pick you up. Alright,
darling? 'OK, see you in a bit.'

Looks good, Prue. What is it?

Coq au vin. Gavin made it.

Smells delicious.

Took forever.
Yeah.

I was slaving away for hours in the
kitchen while Prue was dolling
herself up for the evening.

You've gotta reduce, reduce, reduce.

The only way it's gonna be any good
is if you boil the bastard
right down to its essence.

There you go, that's for you.

Severely reduced coq.

You got the photos, then?
Yeah.

A very nice, erm, really pretty girl
that works at Peter's office
brought them round.

What's her name?
Erm, I can't remember.

Sarah.

Sarah. Sarah.

Oh, no...be careful with that.

It's all held together with glue.

So...what's the news?

You said there was some news.

Erm...I'll let Gavin tell you.

He tells it better than I do.

This baby's going to be
a Yorkshireman.

What, like, he's gonna come out
with a flat cap and a whippet?

David.

No, we're gonna live in Wakefield.

Skipper of the skips.
Turns out he's a Wakey lad.

Sorted me out a job up there.

Not a million miles
from Grandma Nellie,

so...we can all pop round to hers
for little chats.

Prue... Ow!

Let me see, let me see.

David...pass the peas.

Since when did Prue wear make-up,

caked on as if she'd had
plastic surgery?

I didn't notice any make-up.
What bothered me was spending the
rest of her life in Yorkshire.

I don't believe that for a minute.
That I didn't notice any make-up?

No. Look, we were summoned there
because Prue had something to say,

she found she couldn't say it,
asked Gavin to do it for her,

and he said something else.
God knows why.

I've stopped wondering why that boy
does the stuff he does.

Maybe it was something private
they'd worked out between them.

Peter, why is it that you keep us
so hidden from your mother?

Where the hell did THAT come from?

I don't know. I'm just wondering who
it is you're really ashamed of here.

Her or us?

You're not gonna tell me, are you?
(GROANS)

No, I'm not,
not at one o'clock in the morning.

Peter, what is going on here, OK?

The bank rang today.
They wanted to talk to you.

They wouldn't tell me what...
Do we have a problem with money?

You know we have a problem
with money, and my mother
is an ongoing expense.

OK, so bring her here to live
with us, there's plenty of room.

Don't be completely ridiculous.

(SCREECHES) Well, what the hell
do you want me to say?!!!

(EXHALES)

Hello?

CLARK: 'Good morning, Peter.'

Yes. I'm...

..I'm sorry to call you so late.

'Ah, that's quite all right.

I take it you've reached
a decision?'

You...you wanna keep an eye on this
moss because once it gets hold,
you won't shift it.

Who hit Prue in the face?

I did.

Why?

Because she wanted me to.

You know what she's like
when she wants something.

What are you like
when you want something?

She wanted you to hit her (?)

Why did she want me to do that?

Why did I do it?

Are all good questions.

Some of the answers
involve your husband.

We're not quite ready for that.

OK, what do you think Peter will say
when I call him down to hear this?

He's sleeping.
You won't wake him.

You know what, Gavin. I wouldn't be
too sure of my intentions.

I don't see why not.

Is she here?
Who?

Prue.

Is she here? She's taken my car.

Think we've established
she's not here.

Goodbye, Cassandra.

You were talking in your sleep.

Did I...

..did I say anything...

..particularly incriminating?

A woman's name.

Cassie...

..we've been married...18 years.

I mean, you know the...

..back catalogue, and if, in my
sleep, I stirred up a bit of past
action, well, I apologise.

Paula.

You see that little hesitation,
Peter, that lasted for a lot longer
than 18 years.

Where's Sandra?

Granny, I haven't replaced Sandra.

I'm Prue.

I'm your grand-daughter.

I drove from London to talk to you,
on a provisional licence.

And now I've got to drive
back again.

I think my father and my husband
are connected

in a way that neither of them
want me to know about.

And I think it has something to do
with my father's life up here.

Can you tell me what that might be?

I can't talk to anybody.

Did you even notice? I'm pregnant.

Oh!

I know. And a man called Sorenson.

Sounds like a channel ferry.
Got a lovely sunny disposition.

Gavin Sorenson?

You know him?

I've known Gavin for years.

He's the only one
who was civil to me.

How many years, Granny?

How many years have you known Gavin?

'Daddy.'
Hello, Prue.

I...I thought you might be asleep.

'How do you know I'm not?'

Well, maybe I'm asleep and I'm just
dreaming that I'm talking to you.

Are you pissed off with me, Prue?

'I shouldn't...
be using my phone.'

Why, where are you?
'I've got to go.'

Prue, I love you.

(CREAKING)

You lay a finger on her again,

we come back,
we cut your prick off.

Ambulance.

Flat 5, 10 Harness Street. EC1B.

Man stabbed in the back with a pair
of kitchen scissors.

(STABBING)

(GROANS)

Don't pull them out,
you'll bleed to death.

Wait for the paramedics.

Giles.

Giles, Giles.

Not good timing.

I'd like to be a part of this,
if I may.

I'm instructing new architects
to clear up the dog's breakfast
you made of this project.

I don't think that you've behaved
particularly honourably.

I don't give a fish's tit
what you think.

I will not be harangued
on my own property. Giles...

..I appeal to you as a friend -
Actually, you don't.

Listen, your daughter
got in with my daughter,

so for her sake I endured your
conversation at school functions.
(MOBILE RINGS)

That is the extent of our
friendship.

Professionally your work
is highly variable.

What do you mean with 'got in with?'
What do you mean by that?

I'm sorry. What?

(BIG BEN STRIKES)

Come in.

God, almighty...

Hello, Peter.

He was stabbed.

Have you ever been stabbed?
I shouldn't bother with it.
Were YOU in the flat?

No, she'd popped out.
Thank God for that, eh?

Quite. Won't tell me where she went
but we're working on that,
aren't we, baby?

They held him down and stabbed him
with scissors.

It's terrible. I mean, God,
that's...that's, erm...

I mean, did...did they say anything
when they...attacked you?

That's a good, interesting question.

Was there conversation?

Hmm. The filth didn't ask me that.

Nothing was said
that I can presently remember.

(MOBILE RINGS)

I'm sorry.

Did you bring any grapes?

I thought people brought grapes
when they visit the sick.

I can get grapes.

Yes, please.

Prue? Would you...?

CLARK ON TAPE:
'Sorry, we're not available.

Please leave a message
after the tone.'

I need you to call me.

Oh, Prue...

God, this is awful. I'm so sorry.
Why don't...why don't we go home?

Can I ask you a question?

And I want to know the right answer.
If you lie, I'll know.

I won't lie.

Did this happen because of you?

Is that my husband lying there
like that because of you?

Prue...

..look at me, I...

..I...I...never harmed Gavin.

I don't want Gavin harmed.

Look. Look into my eyes, darling.

Am I telling the truth?

Am I? Baby, am I telling you
the truth?

That's a question not an answer
and you're hurting me.

No, you didn't hurt Gavin.
Thank you.

Good.
It's not good, Dad.

Just remember
that I thought you did.

Where are you going?
I'm going home.

I'm going to MY home.

He's lying in the bed with a tube up
his nose and they stabbed him -

We're buggered. I've had both banks
on the line. M&G's finished.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Well, it's the only luxury
I've got left.

You've talked to them, I haven't.
What do they want from us?

The business, premises...

No, what they want is a sacrifice.

It's a money in, money out scenario.

We're gonna reduce our overheads,
demonstrate an act of...

..of contrition.

That will make them...the banks
back off...for a while, maybe.

I would have to lose salary at
least. Somebody would have to go.

Me.
That's not an option.

Actually it is. Last in, first out,

whatever links have subsequently
been forged.

No.

No, I...I can resign.

I'm a partner, you know, that'll...

..that'll make a difference. I waive
my benefits, perks, salary, erm...

That will show the banks
that we are...

..serious.

Are we serious?

I can clear my desk.

I can clear my desk now.

If we get this ship
the right way up,

you stroll straight back on board,
yes?

I didn't hear you say yes.

Gavin?

Were you expecting someone else?
Why are you on your own?

I'm not. You're here.
I thought Peter was here.

Peter went to get grapes,
then Prue went after Peter,

neither was ever heard of again.

The moral of that story,
beware soft fruit.

You seem very cheerful.
Oh, I'm peachy, yeah!

(BLOWS)
You sure you should be doing that?

It's time to, erm...(GROANS)
..it's time to talk.

You and I really do have to talk,
you know.

What about?

You.

I'd like to talk about my daughter.

What made you so bloody sure
she wanted to be hit by you?

She kept asking the wrong question.

Which was what?

Tell me.

The question was,
'What happened to Paula?'

OK.

What happened to Paula?

Peter! I've been looking for you
everywhere!

What a day, eh?

Yes.

There's something I've been meaning
to ask about your birthday.

I said... I remember what I said...

..I said, er...

..don't keep him waiting
and you said - My father.

I live with my father. I have to be
home every night at a certain time.

Bit strict at your age.

He...has dementia.

I have to medicate him.

So, yes, I have another man.

Would it be...a relief to you

if I said that we should probably
stop seeing each other?

Is that something, then,
that you're likely to say?

We can keep on if you want.

But I believe this is the right time
to stop.

You need your family
more than you need me.

If you keep me...

..you might lose them.

You might lose them all, Peter.

I can't go home and pretend
everything's OK.

Actually you can.
Do you love me?

Sometimes pretending everything's OK
is the strongest thing you can do.

Do you love me?

Peter...

So...let's cast our mind back
to Wakefield Poly.

In Peter's tutorial group,

there was a very attractive
young woman.

Will you sit next to me?

Please.
Why?

Cos...this is difficult.

It's difficult, so...

..I just want you close.

I've been stabbed.
I'm not a physical threat to you.
Oh, don't be so stupid.

Well then, sit.

Closer.

Peter was nice to her.

In fact, on one occasion,
he was SO nice,

that it could be heard by the entire
halls of residence. (GROANS)

Are you OK?
Hmm.

Shall I call the nurse?
No. You sure?

Don't be afraid of what you want...

..Cassandra.

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