All language subtitles for The.Full.Monty.US.S01E07.HULU.WEBRip.x264.en

[crowd cheering]

Come on, blue team.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Left, left, left, right, left.

- Come on.
- [Dave panting]

[crowd cheering]

Come on.

This way, boys.

That's it, keep going, guys. [panting]

- [Dilip] Here we go. Nearly there.
- [cheering continues]

[Dilip] Blakefield!

Come on, son.
One step in front of the other.

- [panting]
- [Dilip] Let's go.

Who dares wins.

[panting]

[panting continues]

[groans] Hang on, gang.

- [crowd chattering]
- [person] What a hero!

[sighs, panting]

One way or another,
we've got to get you home, Dean.

Helicopter ambulance?

[scoffs] In your dreams.

They don't want me.

Well, more fool them.

- I have got some secret rations.
- You do?

If you get on board the canoe. Come on.

- I'll bring him in the red team.
- Copy that.

Go, go, go!

[parent] Come on, son. Come on, Twiglet.

[Dilip] Here we go.

- [crowd cheering]
- Nice and steady.

- Two, three.
- [cheering continues]

Come on.

Okay, come on. In your teams.

[student]
We'd have won if it hadn't been for him.

Remember the Marine Corps motto, Lola.

"Don't you wish your girlfriend
was hot like me?"

No. "No man left behind."

We're a good team.

That's what counts.

Caring for folk.

Much more important than winning.

Right, come on then, blue team. Big cheer.

- [cheers]
- [Jean] Yay!

Lovely.

Red team?

- Yay.
- Oh.

What about another photo of the winning
team with the cup, Mrs Horsfall?

How about a photo of the caring team?

[Dave, Dilip] Jeanie?

- [shouts]
- [crowd gasp]

[shouts]

[crowd chuckling]

[phone rings]

Dave, can I call you back?

I need a chocolate cake.

What?

I need a chocolate cake.

A big 'un.

Well, go and get one.

[Dave] I can't.

Can you? [sighs]

[Gaz] Dave, I'm working.

J-Jean's having an affair.

What?

You heard.

Do you want squirty cream?

Yeah. [sighs]

Here, kid. Kid.

Stand there, hold this like this,
and you won't get run over, all right?

Safe as houses.

The nurse says
they're not gonna fit you with a pacemaker

until you've got a bit of meat on you.

So

[speaks French]

- What's that?
- It's tripe, love.

What's-- What's tripe?

Cow's stomach.

Well, cow's second stomach, apparently.
It's more tasty.

Best thing for an invalid.

My mum always used to give me that
when I was sick.

Go on, tuck in.

Malnutrition in this day and age.

It's not done that dicky ticker of yours
any favours, either.

[scoffs] That's very kind of you, Dennis,

but I was thinking more,
you know, bacon sarnie.

I have food.

- [Dennis, Lomper] Uh, no, no, no, no.
- Oh.

Lovely, kid. That's great.

Very reviving for Mr Horse.

MSC, we've discussed this.

[groaning]

[speaks Korean]

They feed 'em to invalids
in his bit of Korea.

[stammers]
Apparently, it's very nutritious.

He had them flown over, especially.

- Oh, especially for me?
- [Lomper] Mmm.

For you. Very rare.

Oh, God.

All the way from Korea, eh?

Do you know what?

The tripe looks a lot more appealing
than you'd think.

Well, maybe just try one, you know?

See what it's like. Make him happy.

Well, why don't you try it
and make him happy?

Uh, he definitely got them for you, Horse.

[scoffs] Sorry, mate, I don't think I--

[groaning]

Here.

Wh-What's it like?

It's, um

It's quite nice, actually.

Not bad.

Yeah, go on.

Mmm.

Say when.

What about your arteries? Your heart?

Already broken.

- [grunts]
- Might be death by chocolate for nothing.

I mean, where's the proof?

He called her "Jeanie".

That's it?

I abandoned my post for that?

Jeanie's my pet name for her.

It doesn't prove anything.

Well, in school, in the corridor,
I saw them hugging.

Fifty-fifty.

Every bugger's hugging these days.

And then she legs it
in front of half the school,

and now she's not answering her phone.

- Conclusive.
- [Gaz] "Conclusive."

We are gonna do some proper
evidence gathering. Get ready.

- Come on.
- [groans]

[Destiny] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

♪ You'll find me in the type
Of gaff you pin on Snapchat ♪

Yeah, she got a buzz ♪

♪ Crib got two fridges
A hot tub to relax ♪

♪ No humble abode, just humble brags
In my pink fluffy bedroom ♪

Fairy light kind of habitat ♪

Good vibes, nice and relaxed ♪

♪ As I swipe through my iPad,
Like and subscribe to that ♪

Whoa.

Pink bedroom and a bloody hot tub?

Who lives in that gaff?

They want a piece about you. Your life.

Yeah, right. If I give them me,
I'll have no chance, will I?

Council estate, criminal record,
and less GCSE's than the school hamster.

Not giving them that shit.

In this case, that old shit's
gonna get you into college.

That's the grit
that makes you the pearl, love.

I wish I'd had your talent
when I was in a band.

[squawks] That's what she sounded like.

Thank you, Mother.

Well, she weren't good enough.
That's why she never got anywhere.

We're trying to rehearse here, Mother.

Yeah, well, this doodah won't work.

- It won't turn over.
- [phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

Hiya, Des. Sorry, love, you're--
You're gonna have to get the bus.

Yeah, but I've got my keyboard.

[groans] Would you just leave it there?

We can pick it up tomorrow
before the audition.

All right?

Got a bit of a situation on here.

Mom, you don't need
to throw cushions at him.

Here you are.

She's taken against the Dark Destroyer.
Didn't like his hair.

You all right?

My dad's just sacked me off.

He says he's gotta stay with Dave

'cause he just found out Mrs Horsfall's
been having it off with Dishy Dilip.

I'm sorry?

It's what my dad said.

Mrs Horsfall? Dilip?

Yeah. Pretty messy, right?

You gotta go, love.

Uh, we'll sort your keyboard out later.

Let's get your coat, Mother.

We're going out.

[sighs]

[doorbell chiming]

[scoffs] Tosser.

It's a doorbell.

Innocent until proven guilty.

Now, don't say anything.

I'll handle this, all right?

Well, you've got a bloody cheek
after pushing me in that lake.

- I hope your phone's fucked.
- What did I just say?

Actually, my phone is waterproof.
Up to ten metres.

Will it survive me
ramming it up your arse?

Dave, we agreed.

Good afternoon.

Apologies for my mad friend here,

but for some reason,
he's under the mistaken impression

that you and his wife
have been having carnal relations.

Jean.

And you.

Ridiculous, I know. [chuckles]

[scoffs] I-I-I mean,
I told him that there's no way.

I mean, ne-- never in a million--

For fuck's sake, set him straight,
will ya?

We're in love.

- You-- Get back here. Back here, you.
- Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

[car honks]

- [Dave] How long's it been going on?
- [Gaz] Geez.

Can we leave the third degree
till you're not gonna kill us?

Have you been in my house?

Don't you shrug at me.

You know this is virtually kidnapping?

Answer the question.
Have you had sex with my wife in my bed?

Jesus. Nought to fucking 60 there, Dave.

- Have you?
- No.

Have you had sex with my wife
in my kitchen?

Please tell me
we're not going round the whole house.

No.

Have you had sex with my wife in--
on my stairs?

Course he hasn't, mate.

- The stairs? Think of your back.
- [car honks]

Sofa?

Oh, I knew it.

I'm not even allowed to sit on that sofa
in my work gear and eat--

How many times?

Oh. God.

- [Hetty's mom] Where's the cafe?
- There isn't one.

Oh, what's the bloody point, then?

[Hetty] Knew I'd find you here.

Lovely Jean.

'Ey up, chicken, Jean.

The daily woman's dragging me all up here.

God knows why, but she needs the exercise.
Right?

Come on, Mother. Park yourself.

On that dirty bench?

Right.

- Sit here and admire the view.
- Okay.

- Jean and I are just having a little chat.
- [Hetty's mom sighs]

So

- You heard.
- Oh, yeah, I heard.

It's awful, Hetty.

I feel so guilty.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

And you're expecting sympathy? From me?

- Well, I was--
- There's selfish, and then there's you.

You're in a different league, Jean.

Olympic standard selfish bitch.

- You what?
- It had to be Dilip, didn't it?

The one bloke I fancied,
and it had to be him.

Oh, come on.

We're not in the playground anymore.

You can't just bags someone.

You'd already bagsed Dave!

- Your husband.
- Do you think I've been happy?

What's that got to do with anything?

You're married. I'm single.

My bloody shout.

Oh, grow up.

And for your information, all that
smutty innuendo you throw at Dilip, you--

You're not his type.

You never were.

Yeah, he goes for the married type.

I get it now.

And you're fool enough to fall for it.

No thought for Dave, right?

Of all people.

Poor man.

You don't know
what our life has been like.

So thanks for the lecture, Hetty--

Where has she gone?

[Dave] There's her car. I knew it.

Frenemy's here.

- Who?
- Hetty.

Music teacher.

Jean sacked her.

Having a good run, your Jean, ain't she?

It's not my Jean, apparently.

Come on.

[Hetty] Mum!

Mum!

- [Jean] Margaret!
- Mum!

Margaret.

[sighs]

Het. Hetty.

Can you carry Tallulah for a bit? [pants]

Tell you what.

When you stop wrecking my life,
I'll start carrying your handbag.

Sound fair?

Mum!

[Jean] Margaret!

[Hetty] Mum!

[sighs]

You want a moment, Dave?

Nah, it's only a bench.

Here. Don't sit on that, pal.

- Dave's bench.
- How can it be "his"? It's a bench.

Oh, God. I didn't know. Jean never said--

There's a lot you don't know, pal.

I'm sorry.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

The rehearsal were rubbish.

It's just nerves.

It'll go great tomorrow.

I'm not going.

[Cal] Of course you are.

Nah. There's no point.

You can't just not go.

Can if I want.

Don't be a wanker, Destiny.

Spicy.

Yeah, and what's it to you?

You love music.

Nuh-uh.

- I got better things to do.
- Like what?

Come on. I'll show ya.

- No.
- Definitely not.

[Cal] Don't.

[sighs] Wait up.

Mum!

Margaret!

Come on, Tallulah. Do your poos.

Poo-poo, poo-poo.

- Margaret!
- Oh, you're putting her off.

She can't do her business
while you're yelling like that.

She needs to feel comfortable.

Who brings a constipated
canine pan scrubber on a manhunt?

Says the woman who dragged her mother to
a forest in the middle of bloody nowhere.

You don't get to tell me where I take her.

And you don't get to stick your nose
into my sex life.

It was supposed to be my sex life!

Oh, get in the real world.

[Hetty] Do you know what, Jean?

In the real world, everything I've wanted,
you've always took.

Remember when I said
I was going for deputy head?

And who fucking applied for it
and got the job?

Little miss shoulder pads.

Deputy head?
You're a bloody music teacher.

Well, I was until you sacked me.

Like I had a choice.

Deputy head.

You haven't got a clue
how the real world works.

I'm wise to you, though.

Oh, fuck off. The jealous saddo
who blames everyone for her problems,

and thinks a bottle of wine and
a packet of fags will solve everything.

Oh, just fuck off.

- No, you fuck off.
- No, you fuck off.

And I said it first.

No, you didn't. I said it first just then.

[laughs]

You think this is funny?

[chuckles] No.

I think

I think I've been really selfish
and stupid.

And my throat hurts.

[smacks lips] Anyway.
Come on, come on, Tallulah.

Margaret!

Mum!

- [Jean] Margaret!
- [Hetty] Mum!

[exhales sharply]
Getting right cold out there now.

What do you think they're doing?

I mean,
it's not exactly walking weather, is it?

Should we be, uh, looking for 'em? [sighs]

Yeah.

[Gaz exhales sharply]

I was hoping for a no there, Dave.

Shouldn't someone wait in the car
in case they come back?

Just a suggestion.

Tried to stop it happening.

I didn't want to put a bomb
under my marriage. Course I didn't.

Well, you should have tried harder.

It didn't make any difference
how I justified it.

I still felt like an absolute shit.

You are an absolute shit.

Mum!

I know.

I haven't slept properly in months.
[grunts]

Here, give us your bloody dog.

- Thanks, Het.
- I'm only carrying it for five minutes.

Then I'm feeding it to the coyotes.

Jean!

- Netty!
- Hetty!

This really isn't the best way
to find 'em.

I mean, we've got no reception.

So, if they're back at the car,
how would we know?

They can't call us.

- I'm just saying.
- Should you be saying owt at all?

I've said I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

But an affair is just a sign.

What, that you're a shit?

No, that she wasn't happy.

- You-- [growls]
- Hey, hey.

- What are you doing to me?
- Hey, oi!

Get off me.

Don't poke the fucking bear, all right?

This is none of your business.

What are you protecting him for?

Or, uh, thanks for trudging
through the fucking forest in the rain,

in the cold,

looking for some bloody woman
who doesn't even like me.

Jean, you mad cow!

[Hetty] Mum!

God. Hetty, I'm dying for a wee.

- Shut up. Did you hear that?
- [indistinct chattering]

Mum!

- Mum! Mum, we're here!
- [chattering continues]

Oh, somebody brought me here and left me.

- I've got you now, Mum.
- Oh.

[Hetty] Everything's gonna be all right.

- Who are you?
- [chuckles]

Oh, hey, Jean.

[sighing]

[Tabani] Trees freak me out.

[Destiny] We're nearly there.
You're gonna love it.

Yeah, why am I thinking "not"?

Check that out.
Private school with a swimming pool.

Come up here with Jonsy.
Sells weed to sixth form.

And off goes the Jonsy alarm.

I'm not breaking and entering.

Breaking and entering?

My mum's already going on about sending
me back to the rellies in Pakistan.

We don't need to break and enter.

Fire escape's open.
It's where Jonsy does his deliveries.

Oh.

Well, if it's got Jonsy's
seal of approval, what could go wrong?

[Destiny scoffs]

- Come on.
- [scoffs]

Don't leave me with the trees.

- Jean!
- Jean!

Ah, shit! [groaning]

[groans] Sh-- [pants]

Shit.

[panting]

Dave!

Dave, are you there? [pants]

- [Dave] What?
- I need your help.

[groans]
Oh, man. I think I twisted my ankle.

[sucks teeth]
Not looking good for the blue team, eh?

[grunts] And I think I've lost my shoe.

I was wondering what's the plan?

- [groans] The plan?
- You and Jean.

Oh, Dave. Come on, I'm in pain here.
Help me.

[groans, panting]

Okay. [breathing heavily]

There is no plan.

I don't have one.

I was offered a job at a start-up
in Cornwall.

Educational consultancy.

It's a really good opportunity.

- Is she going with ya?
- I don't know.

[groaning]

I honestly don't know.

Tourist board conspiracy is Cornwall.

We went to Penzance a year back.

It rained every bloody day.

We had a decent enough time, mind.

At least, I thought we did.

Guess we didn't.

You tell me.

What a mess.

[sighs]

I'm so sorry.

[inhales]

Come on, you one-shoed bastard.

[Dilip groaning]

[groaning continues]

[pants] Thanks.

Jean!

[Hetty groans]

[sighs] It's damp.

It'll be all right if we can get it going.

Need summat dry. [groans]

Hey, nylon's flammable. Give us your bra.

Use your own bra.

I need more support than you.

Well, we won't get many kilojoules
out of mine.

It's Agent Provocateur.

Barely there.

Oh, yeah. Jean and her affair underwear.

Look where that's got us.

Come on. We need both bras.

Hey!
I used to love a bit of slap and tickle.

I mean, who doesn't?

Well, I mean the daily woman doesn't.

All right, mum!

I mean, not with Jack, mind.

H-H-He were right cack-handed.

All that fondling about up top
used to get right on my nerves.

He used to go at it like
he were finding World Service on wireless.

I don't need to know this, Mother.

Jack was your father, right?

[Margaret] Eddy were better.

He knew what he were doing.

Eddy, Dad's brother?

I mean, I didn't even like Eddy.

That man couldn't put four words together
without three of them being a lie.

Oh, thank God for that.

We just used to go to bed together
when Jack were at Crown Green Bowling.

- Mum!
- [chuckles]

I think she's getting mixed up.

There you go. Eighty quid's worth.

You are basically paying for holes.

See? Spitting image of Eddy.

What did you just say?

Don't shout at me.

I didn't say anything.

[Destiny screams]

Whoo-hoo!

Come on, Tabs. It'll be a laugh.

No, ta.

The water's dead warm.

It's like having a bath.

Please?

I can't swim.

[Destiny] Seriously?

Get in. I'll teach ya.

No. You're all right.

- Oh, piss off.
- [laughs]

[groans]

- [screams]
- Whoa!

[Cal laughs]

[screams]

[screams]

- [screams]
- [laughs]

I need food and my pills.

I have to take them together.
The doctor said.

We cannot survive on mints.

We need proper food.

- What about that?
- Tallulah?

Grandad had a farm.

I could break its neck, skin it,
smoke it on fire. Tasty.

I'll brain her if she touches Tallulah.

What sort of daughter are you?

My rabble wouldn't let her speak to me
like that.

You can't eat my friend's dog, Mum!

- Oh.
- Thanks, Het.

[inhales deeply]
Make the most of it. Last one.

Ta.

- I was jealous of you.
- Me?

Who in their right mind
would be jealous of me?

I'd lost my son.

You still had your daughter.

You had what I'd lost.
What I could never get back.

My baby.

You had a lot on,
so maybe you didn't notice,

but around that time,

Sean left me.

I was drinking half a bottle
of vodka a day.

Izzy got put in temporary care and

blamed me for the whole thing.

To my mind, you had everything I wanted.

I'd have swapped with you in a heartbeat.

No, you wouldn't.

No, I wouldn't.

I don't know how you coped
with losing Michael.

Well, we didn't, as it turns out.

That's why I'm stuck
in the middle of bloody nowhere

with your mother, my dog,
and my ex-best friend who hates me.

I worshipped you.

From shop floor in the co-op
to deputy head in eight years.

What else could I do?

I thought if I surrounded myself
with enough kids

then I wouldn't notice that the m--

That the most important one was missin'.

[clicks tongue] It's a fair theory.

Do you know,

me and Dave have never really talked
about Michael?

He won't discuss it.

It's like he went silent for a year,

and then he just pretended
it had never happened.

Like switching off a light. Click.

I'd be sitting there
with Michael's things,

in what was supposed
to be Michael's bedroom,

and I'd hear Dave outside, whistling.

Who whistles after that?

Life goes on, Jean.

Yeah. Well, maybe that's what Dilip was.

Life going on.

I'm not in the mood.

Anyway,
there's not a lot else to spy, is there?

There's loads of stuff.

Leaves

soil

and, um

Maybe that's my problem.

No imagination.

Not one of life's great thinkers, me.

Not like you teachers, hey, Dilip?

[Gaz] Leave it.

Never discuss the caretaker's shortcomings
with my wife?

Uh, maybe over the sofa?

Don't be dwelling on soft furnishings, Dave.

You're a kind man.

I didn't wanna hurt you.

Jean didn't wanna hurt you.

"Kind".

That's clever people talk for stupid,
isn't it?

I spy with my little eye

something beginning
with a complete and utter

C.

[all laughing]

[sighs] I think I know this one.

["Hobbies 2" playing]

♪ If you're looking for forgiveness
I have never been the one ♪

♪ If you're looking for a hobby
Baby, we can have some fun ♪

Anything to prove I'm living ♪

Anything to prove we're free ♪

As long as I'm not busy ♪

As long as I'm not busy ♪

As long as I'm not busy ♪

As long as I'm not busy ♪

[nurse]
Want something to help you to sleep?

[Horse stammers] No, no, no. Thanks.
I'm okay. I'm okay.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

I'm warm,
and I don't have to feed the metre.

- Result.
- [chuckles]

Thanks, kidda.

Hey. Hey!

Come and see what I found.

[chuckles]

Aw, it's right fancy.

Jesus.

This stuff's worth millions.

[giggles]

[playing key on keyboard]

If I had a million dollars ♪

If I had a million dollars ♪

[both giggles]

Well, I'd buy you an house ♪

Well, I'd buy you a house ♪

And if I had a million dollars ♪

If I had a million dollars ♪

♪ I'd buy some furniture for your house
Maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman ♪

And if I had a million dollars ♪

Well, I'd buy your love ♪

[siren wailing in distance]

Oh, shit!

["If I Had a Million Dollars" playing]

[siren continues]

[Cal laughs]

- [Destiny screams]
- [Cal laughs]

[police officer] You're under arrest.

Stop! Don't move.

- You, stay there.
- [Destiny sighs]

[song stops]

[Hetty] You'd think
by the time we got to our age,

we'd have it all sorted out.

Now, you've fucked up your marriage,
and I don't even know if my dad's my dad.

[scoffs] She was just winding you up.

[Dave] Jean!

[Jean] Did you hear that?

[Dave] Jean!

- Dave!
- [Tallulah whines]

Dave!

Dave, I'm over here!

I'm over here. Oh, Dave.

Dave! Thank Christ for that.

Alive then?

We-We got lost.

Margaret went on safari.

Don't worry.

Muggins here will tramp around
all night long looking for you

- with your boyfriend.
- What?

[pants]

Dilip.

Hello.

Cal!

[Cal] Yeah?

You all right?

Yeah.

Do you think they'll let us go to school?

Dunno.

What you missing?

Well, if it's just the morning,
Maths and Chemistry.

But if we're charged,
uh, my university place,

my career, uh, everything.

[Destiny] Right.

Sorry.

It's all right.

I'm really sorry, Tabs.

Stop saying that. It don't matter.

What about your mum?

They won't really send you back
to Pakistan, will they?

Nah.
Who'd fiddle the books if they did that?

Wow. Always a surprise with you.
[chuckles]

[inhales deeply] Back--

Back at the school,
you were messing, right?

Singing and that.

- No.
- But

- What?
- [grunts]

What about Cal?

Cal's a mate.

I love Cal, but not like that.

No? Like what though?

Do I really have to spell it out for ya?

[chuckles] You sort of do with me,
I'm afraid.

Tabani,
I would like to be your girlfriend.

Really?

Yeah, you div.

You're on.

- Right. We gotta get you to that audition.
- No, Tabs. I'm not doing it.

You got music in your bones.

You're going. So, shut the fuck up.

Right. Honeymoon period over, then?

Yeah.

Oi! This is child abuse!

- You're holding us under false pretences.
- [door buzzing]

Trespass is not a criminal offence!

Dave.

Dave.

Dave.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? No, thanks, Jean.
Not interested in "Sorry."

You're welcome to him.

Seems like a nice fella.

Please? Can I call you later?

I told you. Nowt to say.

[Hetty] Come on, Mum.

Time to go home.

Watch a bit of telly, nice cup of tea.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm staying here, on my bench.

[Hetty] You've been out in the cold.
You'll get poorly.

It's all right for you.

You're Mum's favourite.
I'll be the one that gets it in the neck.

Mum, let's go, eh?

Oh, sod off, Joan.

- Joan?
- Oh, it's her sister.

I'm staying here and that's that.

Now, Margaret, you know your mum
will be worried about you, don't ya?

Worried? Hardly.

She'd be all lovey-dovey with our Joan,
only I'll get a right good hiding.

Not when I've had a word with her.

I know your mother as a matter of fact.

And there'll be no hidings for anybody.
You have my word on that.

Are you a police officer?

If you like.

But you can call me Gaz.

Well, where's your uniform?

Undercover, aren't I?

Oh.

- Our little secret, eh?
- Mmm. [giggles]

Now, let's get you home
in time for Good Morning Britain.

[Hetty] Oh, is it that time?

Good idea.

Well, only if he comes too.

[Gaz] It'll be my pleasure.

I'll drop you home.

I'll just relieve my driver of his duties.

Dave.

Dismissed.

I want you next to me, Inspector.

She can bloody drive.

[Hetty] Where have you been hiding him?

[scoffs] You don't wanna go there.

The pensioner whisperer?

What's not to like?

[Jean] You do know
that's Destiny Schofield's dad?

- Oh, seriously?
- Mmm.

You do have a knack
of pissing on my chips, Jean.

[chuckles] Sorry.

Just us then. [sighs]

[mouthing word] Yep.

Now what?

[car engine starts]

I'll take you home.

Come on, Tallulah.

Up. Up. Come on.

[nurse] Dr Shah. A & E on the phone.

Got ambulances queuing around the block.

Two cardiac arrests in need of beds
and one on a trolley. I was wondering--

[Dr Shah] Tell them not a single bed free.

[nurse] They're desperate.

Oh, God. I'll tell them myself.

[nurse 2] What about this fellow?
Can't we send him home?

[nurse] He's too frail,
and he's got no one at home.

[sighs]

[grunts]

- [pants]
- [machine alarm dinging]

[dinging continues]

[panting, groaning]

You wanna come in?

I'm sorry, Dilip.

It was never gonna work between us.

I-- I haven't been honest with you,

with Dave,

with myself.

I thought it was working.

You're a beautiful man, Dil

but I-- I woke up.

I'm so sorry.

[chuckles]

[car engine starts]

[Horse panting]

["lovely" playing]

Thought I found a way ♪

[Horse groaning]

- Thought I found a way out ♪
- Found ♪

[panting, groaning]

- But you never go away ♪
- Never go away ♪

- [panting continues]
- So I guess I gotta stay now ♪

[groans]

Oh, I hope some day ♪

I'll make it out of here ♪

Even if it takes all night ♪

Or a hundred years ♪

Need a place to hide ♪

But I can't find one near ♪

Wanna feel alive ♪

Outside I can't fight my fear ♪

[water splashing]

Isn't it lovely, all alone? ♪

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone ♪

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone ♪

Hello, welcome home ♪

[people chattering]

[water splashing]

Hello, welcome home ♪

[chattering continues]

[chattering continues]