All language subtitles for White Gold - 02x03 - The Essex Illuminati_track8_[eng]

[choir singing dramatic music]

Whom do we have here, brother?

Messrs. Swan, Lavender,

and Fitzpatrick, Worshipful Master,

all recommended in open lodge,

come of their own free will to be admitted

to the mysteries of Freemasonry.

- Do you feel anything?
- [chuckles]

Steady on. S-sorry.

[clears throat] Sorry.

I've got sensitive nipples.

It's a medical condition.

Uh, actually, do you think
we could do the other leg?

[men snickering]

- What are they laughing at?
- Nothing.

Silence!

As decreed by our founding brothers,

any man transgressing the vows

you are about to partake

will have his throat cut,

his tongue removed,

and his bowels fed to the birds.

Welcome to the crazy, fun world
of Freemasonry.

In case you didn't know, the Masons
is a secret club for local businessmen.

A bit like the Boy Scouts,
only much, much creepier.

Exclusively male, fiercely secretive,
and murderously loyal,

its members swear to help their brothers
whenever in need

which is handy
because I have a pressing need

to sell my brothers
shitloads of new windows.

Now, in case you were wondering

how the Cachet boys
came to join the Moonies...

♪ Money's too tight to mention ♪

♪ I can't get an unemployment extension ♪

[Vincent narrating]
A few weeks back, I took Ronnie out

for a liquid lunch to soften him up.

Now, maybe it's not a great idea
to be driven around

by a drunken psycho who's trying
to open his car door with a flick knife...

but then you might not need
an actual cash bonus as much as I do.

So, what is it you want, Vincent?

I'm old enough and ugly enough
to know when I'm being buttered up.

[Vincent]
I need to talk to you about bonuses.

- [horn blares]
- Jesus!

[man] You're on the wrong side
of the road, mate!

[Ronnie]
I gave you boys a bonus last month.

And a lovely glass chess set
it was as well, Ronnie,

but it isn't going to put
my number-one son

through private school
after he fails his 11-plus.

Look, I know sales haven't been
spectacular, but...

What the fuck do you call that?

[Vincent] Terrible timing.

You assured me you had this
under control, Vincent.

- I'm working on it.
- Well, evidently not hard enough.

And while we're at it,
since you sacked Brendan,

we've been leaking casual repair work

like rainwater through one of Barry's
bodged-job conservatories.

I've a good mind
to take that glass chess set back.

- [Vincent] Red light.
- Oh, I'll make it.

[horn blares]

[siren wails]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Bollocks.

Now look what you made me do.

Is it all right
if I, uh, borrow your Bentley

while you're banned from driving, boss?

Sir, are you aware
that you just jumped a red light?

[exhales forcefully]

Cor blimey,
how much have you had to drink?

Out of the car now.

I sees that the holy order upon you.

May a brotherly love prevail.

What the fuck just happened?

Ah, he's on the square.

He's a fellow member
of the Essex Illuminati.

He's a fucking Freemason,
you nugget, like me.

[Vincent] The Masons:
an ancient, all-male brotherhood

devoted to spirituality, good works,

and breaking the law
to benefit your mates.

Perfect for me. Apart from the good works.
And the spirituality.

- Well, this is disappointing.
- Why?

I don't know.
I thought these lodges were a cover

for respectable men
to get up to all sorts,

you know, getting shit-faced
and cavorting with strippers and prozzies.

No, that's the double-glazing industry.

I must admit, though, I had hoped
it'd be a bit more... satanic.

Well, maybe they lull you
into a false sense of security

by making it seem like a more boring
version of the Chamber of Commerce,

and then, wham,

they sacrifice a goat
and fire up a pagan orgy.

We're not here for the shits
and giggles, gentlemen.

This is a business opportunity.
Speaking of which...

An honor to be admitted to your order,
Worshipful Master.

Now, can I interest you in a conservatory?

[laughs]

Are you kidding me?

They've let George fucking Worst
into the Masons before us.

Christ, what sort of exclusive society
is this?

A fucking shit one. That's the answer.

Apart from the opportunities
to drink and drive.

No, yeah, obviously, the drink driving
is a massive perk.

Here you go, Worshipful Master.

Oh, thank you very much.
Don't mind if I do.

[laughs] Brother Ronnie said
you're a cheeky bugger.

- I didn't think this would be your scene.
- And why is that?

Well, Freemasonry's built
upon moral rectitude,

helping good men become better men
through personal growth.

- Just doesn't sound very you, that's all.
- Not very brotherly, is he?

Brother Andrew, is that a fitting way
to welcome a novice brother?

Now, jog on.

Brother Vincent's flogging me
a conservatory...

with a very healthy discount, I imagine.

A very fucking healthy discount indeed,
Your Highness.

[Vincent] As boring as it was,
and trust me, it was fucking boring,

the Masons was at least a distraction
from Brian's depressing,

shed-dwelling home life.

Mind you, it wasn't his only distraction.

We can see you perving over us, pervert!

- I'm not perving!
- Oh, we want a word. Get in here.

All right. Just a minute.

- Brian!
- I'm coming. Just a minute. Jesus!

That porch Vincent sold Stacey's mum,
it's still bloody leaking.

I told you, it's not leaking.
It's just settling in.

It's a porch, not a foster child.
It shouldn't need time to settle in.

[both laughing]

So funny, Stace!

Humor. That's what was missing
from our marriage, Brian.

"Settling in" is an industry term.

Give it a week or two,
it'll be right as rain.

Industry term, my arse.

Oh, I'd love to, my dear.

- [both laughing]
- Stace!

Oh, sorry. You still here?

You can fuck off to your shed now,
you pervert.

And stop wanking yourself to death
and sort out Stacey's mum's porch!

Wench, the worshipful fuck master

is ready to commit
a depraved pagan sex ritual on you.

Looks more like the worshipful
fuck master's ready to do the washing-up.

Does the bowler hat help?

Maybe you need a penis to get me
turned on by all this gear.

Well, if it's a penis you're after...

How many Freemasons are there
in Essex?

I love it when you talk dirty.

Literally hundreds.

Vincent fucking Swan.

Uh, no.
Martin fucking Lavender, actually.

Pleased to meet you. And even
more pleased to be unbuttoning...

Yeah, sorry, Martin. Can I just check
I've got something straight?

Simply by virtue of having
a dick to swing around,

Vincent and the rest of you cocks
at Cachet

now have exclusive access to
an untapped market of first-class leads

at your secret bumming club?

If I say yes, does that mean
we're not having sex?

Morning, Worshipful Master.

It's just plain old Bruce
here on the outside, Vincent.

Gosh, yeah. Well, here I am
as promised, along with our top fitter.

Barry, get your arse over here.

Hello, Derek. Or is it Barry these days?

Long time no see,

which is usually a good thing
in my line of work.

Hello, Detective Neil.

You know each other?

He nicked me once
for handling stolen goods.

Must've been those two A Levels
you stuck on your CV, Barry.

I keep telling him it's Derek.

So are you still on the force, Bruce?

Oh, CID these days. Detective sergeant.
It's not a problem, is it?

You been up to anything illegal,
you cheeky bugger?

Me? No. Wouldn't dream of it.

No, no. At Cachet we run
an outreach program for ex-cons.

Try to give them a leg up
when they get out.

Oh, that's really charitable
of you, Vincent.

Oh, by the way, I hope you don't mind.

I mentioned the deal you gave me on the
conservatory to a couple of the brothers,

and they, um, expressed an interest.
Would you mind if they got in touch?

Be an honor
to help my brothers out, Bruce.

Great.
I'll introduce you at the next lodge meet.

Uh, we've got special guests at dinner.

It's gonna be a lot of fun,
if you catch my drift.

Right.

N-fucking-O spells no.

Believe me, Tony, if I had a penis,
I'd join this cult for cocks meself.

Now, all you've gotta do is push
new leads in my direction.

Brendan will use his influence
to get you in.

Hang on a wee second.
I have no idea what you're on about.

Oh, come off it.
You were seen in the meeting.

Tell that boyfriend of yours
he should watch his tongue.

Tongue's the best bit about him.
Nice and loose.

Now, are you gonna help us or not?

Look, hypothetically speaking,

there's no fucking chance.

The second Tony's application
is processed,

it'll get voted on by the lodge members
and then blackballed

by at least three of his former employees.

- Hypothetically.
- There's also the more pressing issue

that I don't want to join
the fucking wanky-handshake brigade.

Sometimes, Tony,

the road to success is a rocky one,
and we have to tread on some stones.

We're not in one of your poxy seminars
now, Professor Plum.

You are my employee.

I'm not having my arse pumped by some
ceremonial goat just to boost your bonus.

We don't pump anyone's arses with goats.

Oh, so you do know
what we're talking about.

Listen, Miss Hotshot,
you're the one I'm paying top dollar.

It's down to you to bring in sales.

Now, sort this slump or sayonara.

That's French for "fuck off."

It now remains to be seen

whether the Egyptian authorities will,
as promised,

open the door in the great pyramid

and reveal what is behind it.

The eyes of the world are watching.

Any questions?

Here at the lodge,
my dullard brothers continue to do

all-male secret society meetings
completely fucking wrong.

Brother Swan.

Wonderful talk, Brother Kemp.

I was wondering, if we could employ
the principle of a pyramid structure

in the construction
of a double-glazed conservatory,

would anyone here be interested?

- [all chattering]
- Yeah, absolutely.

- Count me in.
- [man] Yes.

[Vincent] At least it was driving
my northern nemesis bat-shit crazy.

And I wasn't the only one deriving
pleasure from Jo's fury.

Drop 'em, pretty boy.
It's expresso fuck time.

- Sorry, I...
- Can we maybe not have a chat, yeah?

I've had an asshole of a day
and haven't really got long.

If you just get your cock out
and let mama climb on board.

Oh, come on.
It's every man's fantasy, a zipless fuck.

Yeah, look, I know I'm letting all men
everywhere down by saying this.

It's just,
zipless fucks are all we ever have.

I mean, what kind
of a relationship is this?

One that started out
as industrial espionage.

Now it's more a sex-on-tap thing.

I can always turn the tap off
if you can't handle it, Martin.

No, all I'm saying is, sometimes
I wouldn't mind a zip-full fuck.

I'm bored of all this mindless shagging.
It's like you only want me for my body.

I mean, can't you at least
buy me dinner first?

- What do you mean, like a date?
- Yeah.

Nice meal.

Maybe a movie.

You're so fucking weird.

Lovely.

[Vincent] Thanks to
my new best pal, Bruce,

every Mason
and half the Essex police force

were queuing up for
one of my conservatory deals.

- All right?
- Mm.

I don't suppose there's any chance
of you sharing about

all this new Masonic business
in a brotherly fashion?

That Masonic bollocks
doesn't wash with me.

We're salesmen, Brian. You know the rules.
It's every man for himself.

I need to get the money together
so I can move out the fucking shed.

Look, once I can earn back Ronnie's trust,

I'll start spreading the love
a little more, and everyone benefits.

Can we at least talk about Maureen's
lesbie friend's leaking porch?

They're giving me a right earache.

I'm sorry, mate. You're gonna
have to clean up your own mess.

Ronnie's put a hold on all repair jobs.

- It's your fucking mess!
- [door opens]

- Morning, all.
- Watch out.

Mein führer's on the prowl.

- Good morning, Ronald.
- Ah.

Let me guess. You've come
to check out all the roaring business

I'm doing with our brothers
from many mothers.

Aha. You really are an unbearable prick
when your tail's up

which can only mean one thing.

Another record week under our belt.

That's great work, Vinnie. Great work.

I think it's time you and I revisited
the little bonus discussion, yeah?

Come on. Let's have a little dicky bird
out the back.

Ronnie, it's not another Persian rug,
is it?

No, don't be daft. I think you'll find
what I've got in the back of the car

will make Sam and your backwards
little boy very happy.

[chuckles]

[Vincent] Ronnie, please tell me
there's a briefcase full of cash

underneath that wolf you've got
in the back of your car.

Meet Nigel.

One previous owner,

schizophrenic publican from Romford.

Mistreated the poor mutt,
which is why he's so quiet.

Even better. A depressed wolf.

Come on, misery guts, look at him.

Nigel is a thoroughbred.
You can put him out to stud,

and you will earn a fucking fortune, son.

Obviously, after he's recovered
from years of abuse by a psychopath.

Nah. Sorry, I'm not having it.
You can keep your dog.

- What the fuck?
- Oh, look.

He likes you. Look, eh?

You know, studies show that owning a pet
can be very therapeutic to divvy kids.

The little missus will be over the moon.

I suppose the kids
have always wanted a dog.

Yeah.

Kids, guess what your incredible pops
has got you.

[barking]

- What? Yes!
- Dad, you're the best.

- I am, aren't I?
- Jesus!

- Whoa!
- Nigel!

Hello, baby. How was your day?

[barking, snarling]

What the fuck is that thing, Vincent?

[Vincent] Nigel was gonna need a few days
to get over his trust issues.

Take him back!

I can't put Nigel through
any more rejection. It'll break him.

Let's just give it a few days, we sort of
get used to each other, at least.

[Vincent] Until then, the rest
of the family could always live upstairs.

- [barking]
- Go on, Nige. Good boy.

Oh, hello, Mr. Doggy.

- [tapping on window]
- Shoo, you dirty dog! Shoo!

- Vincent, for Chrissake!
- Nigel!

- Oh, no!
- Sorry, Pat.

Just so you know, if that dog
mucks up our chances

of getting Robbie into Patricia's grammar
school, I'm gonna have him put to sleep.

I don't decide where he shits, sweetheart.
It's in his nature.

Hmm. Just like it was in your nature to
sell them a bloody leaking conservatory.

How many times do I have to tell you,
it's not leaking.

It's fucking settling.

Talk to me like that again, Vincent,

and I'll see if I can get a two-for-one
deal on exterminations.

You're right. I'm sorry. I just...
I'm a bit grouchy at the moment.

It's all these late nights at the lodge.

Speaking of which,
do you fancy a boys' night out?

- Boys?
- Well, one boy,

who is a right looker
and a demon between the sheets.

- [Nigel barks]
- Huh?

- [barks]
- [child] Mummy!

[child crying]

[Vincent] And Nigel wasn't the only one
having settling issues.

Thank you, my love.

Brother Bruce.

What brings you to my place of work?

My conservatory is fucking leaking.

That's spooky.

The conservatory you sold your neighbor,
that's leaking as well.

Nothing's leaking, Carol, thank you.

As they're both new installations,

they're what we call in the trade,
"settling."

Oh, fuck me. What's Thyroid doing here?

I told you, Stacey's mum's porch.

I want a word with you, Vincent, yes.

Stacey's mum's beside herself.
Everything in the hallway stinks of damp.

I appreciate table manners
aren't your strong suit, Maureen,

but you're gonna have to wait 'cause
I'm currently dealing with a customer.

Uh, we're customers too. We have
the same rights to be heard as men.

Yes, you have, when it's your turn, sweetheart.

Now, Bruce, as I was saying,
all new conservatories leak, so...

Oh, stop ignoring me and my girlfriend.
It's pathetic.

And very sexist.

As I explained,
I'm more than happy to discuss

the snagging issues with the porch
in good time.

If you want to make an appointment
with Carol, she'll get an engineer out

to examine Stacey's mum's
smelly, damp entrance.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Right, that's it.

[Bruce] I really hope I haven't
put myself out to recommend Cachet

to my brother Masons, only for them
to find that they've been let down

by shoddy workmanship.

- Uh, Vincent...
- Not now, Carol. Look, Bruce,

I take offense to people
calling our workmanship shoddy.

Vincent!

Oh, don't be fucking ridiculous.
Take the cuffs off and clear off!

No way. Fix Stacey's mum's porch,

or I'll stay here till you do,
no matter how long it takes.

- You don't have to do that, Maureen.
- No, no, no, Stace.

It's like you said, yeah?
Deeds, not words.

I'm prepared to stay here
till our voice is heard.

That is so romantic.

Although I am teaching an aerobics class
at 3:00, so I'll have to leave you to it.

She's hilarious. [laughing]

- Uh, no, really, I do have to go.
- Just hurry up and shift your arse

before my friend the policeman here
shifts it for you.

I'm not shifting anyone's arse,

not till you fix my conservatory as well.

- [scoffs]
- And I advise you to do it double quick,

before me and my friends at CID
takes an interest in all the dodgy crap

that you and Ronnie Farrell
are undoubtedly up to.

Excuse me, madam.

You need to grow up, Maureen.

Uh, Worshipful Master.

- Or should I just call you Bruce?
- No, you shouldn't.

No, of course. Forget I suggested it.

Listen, could I have a word?

[Vincent] Meanwhile, it was date night for
double-glazing's most duplicitous couple.

So how do they work, then,
these dates of which you speak?

Oh, you know, you tell me
about some terrible past relationship,

I tell you about one of mine, and then,

if we're really, really lucky, we start
a terrible relationship of our own.

[chuckles]
They can't all have been terrible.

- Uh, no, pretty much.
- So you've never been in love?

- Well, maybe once.
- Was that the married one?

- Come on, you can tell me, Martin.
- [chuckles]

Trust me, I really, really can't.

Uh, okay. What do you fancy?

Oh, you know, spring rolls, crispy duck,

and me favorite,
cream of some young sales guy.

- Oh, bollocks.
- I do like them too. Oh, what's there?

- There's a table at the back there.
- Isn't that Martin?

Oh, so that must be Jo Scott.

Blimey, she's gorgeous.

- Remarkably gorgeous.
- If you like that sort of thing.

Yeah, well,
you do like that sort of thing.

- Got to say hello.
- We really don't.

- Sam, Vincent. What a surprise.
- Fraternizing with the enemy, Lavender?

Oh, busted. Damn it. Won't be able
to put this through expenses now.

Sorry. If I have to wait for introduction,
we'll be here all night,

- I'm Sam, Vincent's wife.
- Hello, Sam. I'm Jo.

I heard you were beautiful, but wow.

Punching above your weight
with this stunner, Vincent.

Anyway, we don't want to
disturb your evening.

Something we can all fucking
agree on, for once.

- Vincent...
- Oh, sit with us.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Lovely. Thanks, babe.

[Vincent] While we were on
the double date from hell,

Fitzpatrick was throwing the kitchen sink
at the Masons

in an attempt to drum up some business.

I'd like to thank Brother Fitzpatrick

for supplying us
with such excellent steak.

[all] Hear, hear.

And for arranging
the after-dinner entertainment

that we are about to enjoy.

Oh, there's no need, Reverend.
There's no need, really.

Um, no, it's the least I could do.

Before we crack on
with tonight's presentation,

can I just say how deeply touched

I've been with the respectful welcome

you've all given me this past month.

If anything, too respectful.

But now that we all know

and... trust each other... [chuckles]

I'd like to show my appreciation,

so please raise your glasses
to what I am sure you members

are gonna want to make
a regular occurrence,

Brother Brian's steak and sauce night.

[all] Steak and sauce.

This week's theme is the historical ties

between the Freemasons and the Vatican.

[dance music plays]

- [women whooping]
- Guys...

[chuckles]

Here we go, eh?

Hey!

- [women cooing, laughing]
- Whoa! Eh?

Look at that!

What do you reckon?

Go on.

- [women] Whoo!
- [laughs] Steady on!

Ahh!

Whoa!

All right, boys, who wants to play
with my rosary beads?

- [woman] Oh!
- I fucking do!

♪ Sitting here eating
my heart out, waiting ♪

Way-hey!

♪ Waiting for some lover to call ♪

Mwah!

♪ Dialed about a thousand numbers... ♪

Look, Jo, don't worry about Vincent.

He's just stressed.

He's got problems
with his biggest customer.

Ouch. Well, I know what that feels like.

Local is it?

Mm, big cheese in the bloody Masons.

Really? Sounds complicated.

It is, especially because Bruce
is a policeman.

Right.

Listen, Jo, I know you've got
your issues with Vincent,

and I know he can be an asshole, but...

he's my asshole.
And your Martin's a good man.

My Martin?
Oh, I don't know if we'd call him that.

Just treat him right, yeah, Jo?
Promise me that.

He's been through enough.

♪ The victims we know so well ♪

♪ They shine in your eyes
when they kiss and tell ♪

- ♪ Strange places we never see ♪
- Oh.

♪ But you're always there
like a ghost in my dream ♪

- ♪ And I keep on telling you ♪
- Thank you.

♪ Please don't do the things you do ♪

- Okay?
- Yeah. Totally.

♪ When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings ♪

♪ Have the strangest void for you ♪

You bring strippers and prostitutes
into the Masonic lodge

who drape themselves over our brothers
and offer them casual sex?

Oh, you make that sound
like it's a bad thing.

I'm left with no alternative

but to elect a law
of our sacred brotherhood

that has not been used in this lodge
for 150 years!

Please don't hurt us.

I'm expelling you all from the Masons!

- Thank God.
- Bloody hell.

We're out for holding an orgy
at a satanic sex club?

I mean, that is literally like
getting the sack

for organizing a piss-up at a brewery.

We're not a satanic anything.

Well...

You only ever saw our fraternity
as a business opportunity.

You have violated several
of our most sacred vows,

not least the code of secrecy.

Brother Brendan was most distressed
to have his brotherhood revealed.

- That wasn't us.
- [Vincent] Just be honest, Bruce.

This is all some power play because
of a little settling in your conservatory.

No.

To put it frankly,

if this was 1785 and not 1985,
the three of you

would've had your throats slit
and your tongues ripped out!

Besides, as of this morning,

my conservatory is not leaking anymore.

- Because it's settled. Thank you.
- No.

Because someone has offered
to fix it free of charge

and undercut Cachet's prices
on any home improvements

our members might want in the future.

Uh, you might even know the young lady.
Uh, she said to send her love.

Miss Jo Scott of W-Windows?

W. Windows.

[sighs]
How the fuck did Jo hear about Bruce?

How do you fucking think?
Old Supergrass over here.

She didn't hear it from me,
if that's what you're implying.

Your girlfriend's really starting
to get on my tits.

Hang on. You're the one who insisted
I went out with her.

So that's it. I'm finishing
with that untrustworthy,

devious, unbelievably sexy asshole.

See, this is what you get when you send in
a soppy little boy to do a man's job.

Now, if you want, I'll go in and seduce
the fucking shit out of her.

- Just say the word.
- Yeah, I think I'll pass.

Now, it might time we get Ronnie
to deal with our little Jo problem.

- I mean, seems a bit over-the-top.
- As is getting our bowels fed to the birds

just so she can sell
some fucking conservatories.

- Fair enough.
- [Nigel snarling]

Uh, you might want to come
and see this, Vincent.

No. Nigel, you stupid fucking prick!

[Vincent] While I could overlook
most of Nigel's character flaws,

eating the dashboard of my Mercedes
was tantamount

to checking himself
into Battersea Dogs Home.

And he wasn't even the craziest beast
I had to deal with that morning.

Really?

- Who let Little and Large in here again?
- Well, I tried to tell them,

but Stacey reminded me that
peaceful protest is a democratic right.

It would be in a democracy, Carol,

but this is a dictatorship,
not Greenham fucking Common.

If those twats aren't out of my showroom

by the time I get back from lunch,
you're sacked.

Well, hang on. Listen.
This is my fuck-up here.

Carol's done nothing wrong, so...

if anyone should be sacked,
it should be me.

- Absolutely fine by me.
- [snarling, barking]

- Whoa, there!
- [gasps]

Nigel! You want to bite Brian?

Run, Brian, run. Run.

[all gasping]

Lock it now. Brian, lock it.

- I hope this is one of your jokes, Stace.
- Sorry, Maureen.

- I'm not as strong as you.
- Nigel!

Huh.
He doesn't normally take to strangers.

Maybe we could come to some sort
of an arrangement here, ladies.

[Vincent] Even though Ronnie would go
ballistic about the refitting costs,

I figured life's too short to be lumbered
with a psycho dog from hell... and Nigel.

Hello, beautiful. Hello, gorgeous.

- Hello, gorgeous.
- Bye, Stace. I'll see you later.

[Vincent]Stacey's showroom cowardice
was such a turnoff for Maureen,

she decided to invest
in a relationship with someone

she considered more her savage equal.

I can see it now, grandkids
running through, sunshine coming in.

It's done. Vinnie, I've, uh,

dealt with our attractive little
W-Windows problem.

Sorry. Excuse me one moment.
That is the boss.

All right, let's, uh, try and keep it down
a bit, eh, Ronnie?

It's probably better all around
if we never have this conversation,

if you know what I mean.

You bloody pillock.
What sort of man do you think I am?

If someone's selling more windows
than you, you don't kill them.

You offer them a fucking job, son.

I'd like you to meet your new co-showroom
manager, Miss Joanne Scott.

- ♪ Ta-da ♪
- What?

No, I'm the fucking showroom manager.

And so is she.

Look forward to job-sharing with you, Vincent.

[Vincent] It looked like life at Cachet
was about to become dog-eat-dog.

- Although for Fitzpatrick...
- Nigel?

...life was very much now dog-eats-him.

- [barking]
- [exclaims]

♪ And I want you really, but the thing is
there's nothing I can say ♪

♪ To stop you, darling, from running
Running away ♪

♪ Won't you stay, stay ♪

♪ Stay ♪

- ♪ I wanna be your ♪
- ♪ Lover, lover ♪

♪ Yeah, I wanna be your boy ♪

♪ Lover, lover ♪

♪ I wanna be your love ♪

♪ Boy ♪