All language subtitles for White Gold - 02x06 - Winning Isn`t Everything_track8_[eng]

Maureen?

Nigel?

[man grunting rhythmically]

[man shouts]

Hello?

[grunting continues]

- [screams]
- [screams]

- Fucking hell, Brian!
- Ronnie?

Brian, I'm glad it's you.

Look, I wanted you to hear this
from me first.

- I'm seeing Maureen.
- Oh!

Well, that's really decent of you, RJ.

I mean, your dick is barely
out of my wife,

but I appreciate you
being straight with me.

Fucking hell!

Get out before I call the police,
you dirty little pervert.

I wasn't perving.
I thought you were out walking Nigel.

Usually, I can't get near the house
with the hound of hell on the prowl.

I had to give him a Valium earlier
because he's taken a dislike to RJ.

Why couldn't you sedate him
all those times he was terrorizing me?

Because I didn't want him
getting addicted to drugs.

Besides, it's funny, and I hate you.

Close the door on your way out,
you pervert.

[RJ] Oh, Brian?

Is it all right if I get a lift to work
tomorrow?

[theme music plays]

Mum!

At least someone's pleased to see me.
How was your day, sweetheart?

Good.
I got my 11-plus results back.

- So, how did you do?
- Failed. Not even close.

- Rob, that is nothing to be pleased about.
- It is!

Now I don't have to go to
Gaylord Grammar School.

- What?
- Get in the fucking car.

[woman]
Oh, Sully, leave Mr. Lavender alone.

Oh, call me Martin, please. It's okay.

She likes the smell
of the anesthetic cream.

- What happened to your feet?
- Second-degree sunburn.

[chuckles] Yeah.

- Mad dogs and Englishmen, eh?
- Sorry?

Uh, go out in the midday sun.

Sensible people, however,
can enjoy sunshine anytime

through one of our UV-protected
double-glazed conservatories.

Oh, I think I should put Sully
out in the kitchen.

Oh, honestly, it's not a problem.
I love dogs. [chuckles]

[groaning]

[shouting]

Oh! Oh!

Linda! Linda!

Linda! Hello? It's me, Sam.

Oh, uh, hi, Sam.

Sorry.
Completely in a world of my own there.

Yeah, I know that feeling.
Is Patricia celebrating something?

Oh, this?
It's for the Live Aid party tomorrow.

You've got enough bunting there
for a street party.

Oh, yeah, well,
it's practically the whole street.

- Sorry, you don't know about it, do you?
- No, don't be daft.

I've, uh, been in Malta for the past week,

so she's probably not had
a chance to tell us about it.

Yeah.

I'd better dash. I must get
this cheesecake in the fridge.

Patricia can't stand
a soggy biscuit bottom.

Well, you better get your soggy bottom
to Patricia's then.

Yeah, see ya.

I know he's dead.

I can feel it.

Hey, come on.

Not gonna let you think like that.
You got to stay positive, yeah?

Look. Here.

Head down to the Horse.

Get us a couple of pints in.
I'll be right behind you.

Just need to have a quick word
with the boss.

Thanks, Brian.

I don't know what I would've done
without you this last week.

All right.

And Maureen, obviously,

but that's mainly
on the physical side of things.

Right, yeah.

Walshy, just to let you know,
I'm going off to fire RJ.

Blimey, talk about kicking a man
when he's down.

- Is this about Maureen?
- No. No. God, no.

No, he deserves a medal
for taking on that lunatic.

No, this is purely a business decision.

Now that his old man's brown bread,
we don't have to worry about

any repercussions for sacking
that fucking liability.

- So you really think Ronnie's dead?
- About as dead as RJ's career in sales.

Well, well. This could be
the best news I've had in ages.

Do me a favor.
Hold fire on sacking RJ, will you?

Oh, what?
Come on. You've seen him in action.

Yesterday, he told a couple
in harrowing fucking detail

how their toddler could be baked alive
in one of our conservatories.

I don't fucking care. He stays.

- What's Live Aid?
- You really don't know what Live Aid is?

No. Would it help me sell
more windows if I did?

You are unbelievable, Vincent.

You know what?
I'm just trying to figure out

why you think it's my fault
Pat's got a bug up her arse.

It's not a bug,
it's a bloody leaking conservatory,

which you put there.

Anyway, I'm more pissed off

with Robbie at the moment
for blowing his 11-plus.

Which is why starting a new life in Spain
is exactly the right thing for us, baby.

- Are you bloody joking?
- It's a big opportunity, Sam.

You said yourself, what's there
to miss about this place?

I can't just take the kids out of school.

Nat's got her O-Levels coming up,
and Robbie

deliberately failed his 11-plus
by so much

he's probably gonna be reclassified
as special fucking needs.

Calm down, baby, all right? There's bound
to be good schools in Marbella.

Really?
I'll tell you what's bound to be.

You're bound to screw over and alienate

everyone we meet in Spain,
just like you have here,

and as always, muggins here
will left picking up the pieces.

[knock at door]

Sorry to interrupt.

Martin was rushed in
to Basildon Hospital this morning.

Huh. Never apologize
for bringing good news, Carol.

When are you gonna grow up, Vincent?

Yeah, all right, I'll call you back.

How are you, Sam?
Have you heard about Martin?

You must be worried sick.
I know you two are close.

Robbie, darling, go and get in the car.

You listen to me, Jo.
I don't know why you never had kids.

Either you're an ambitious cunt
or a barren one.

But don't ever underestimate
how protective a mother can be

when she finds her family threatened.

What?

Oh, you heard.

- She knows about us.
- I can assure you,

if Sam knew about us, there'd be no us.

What's got you so jumpy?

Doesn't matter.
What did you want to see me about?

- Run away with me to Spain.
- [chuckles]

Should we at least get married
in Gretna Green first, my love?

I'm not joking.

Well, it sounds wonderful,
but aren't you forgetting one thing?

Starts with "Sam,"
ends in "your children."

I've been going through the motions
for Sam for the last year.

Malta was the final nail in the coffin.

Why stay here and slug it out
in front of my kids

when I could be in Marbella, waking up

next to your beautiful, tanned body
every morning?

You might be ready for early retirement,
Vincent, but I'm just getting started.

No one mentioned retirement.

- What's this?
- I've been headhunted

by some big timeshare players.

The money they're chucking about
makes the returns in double glazing

look like loose change.

We're talking five-figure bonuses.

- Shit. You serious?
- Yes.

And they would bite my fucking arm off
if I brought someone

with your sales credentials
along for the ride.

Come on, baby.

We'll be the king and queen of timeshare.

What do you think?

King and queen of timeshare?

Well, seeing as
it's probably my last chance

of marrying into royalty,
I could be persuaded.

[pop music plays]

[doorbell rings]

- Oh. [chuckles] Sam, you're back.
- Look, Pat,

I'm here because Robbie failed
his 11-plus,

and I'm bloody mortified
to have to do this, but you did say

there could be other avenues to explore.

Mm. Yes, I remember.

Unfortunately, those avenues
have now turned into a cul-de-sac,

a cul-de-sac where the Swans
are no longer welcome.

So, if that's everything Sam, goodbye.

It's all moving so fast.

Dad's disappearance,
falling in love with Maureen.

You love her?

It's moved beyond just physical lust

into something
I can only describe as...

deeply spiritual.

She's my soul mate.

I mean, the sex hasn't slowed up.

If anything, it's getting dirtier.

The other day, she managed
to get her big toe into my arsehole.

Whoa. All right, listen.

While I'm delighted for you two lovebirds,

we are still married,

so... boundaries, yeah?

She asked me to move in the other day,
but I told her no.

- 'Cause you were worried what I might do.
- [scoffs]

No, I'm not worried about you at all.

Yeah.
Now, if we can just pretend for a second

that my feelings aren't irrelevant,
I think it's a great idea.

You know, it's about time
I moved out the shed.

The only problem is, if I leave, I'm still
on the hook for half the mortgage.

So if you moved in and paid rent,
problem solved.

Well, it might be a cozy solution
to your problems, Brian,

but it doesn't solve mine, does it?
[scoffs]

I think it's better if I cooled things
with Maureen for the time being.

What? No, no, no. Well...

Look, listen.

I know this business with your dad
is upsetting.

It's not Dad, it's the fucking hound.

- Nigel?
- He creeps the shit out of me.

Have you seen that look in its eyes?

Come on.

You can't throw away everything
that you and Maureen have over a dog.

Now, look, I'm guessing that
if the dog was out of the picture,

then you'd be game-on to move in, right?

Yeah.

- But she's never getting rid of Nigel.
- She doesn't have to.

People lose things
that they care about all the time.

I'm not killing Satan
in canine form, Brian.

No one's mentioned killing.

No, this is more of a...

a relocation program.

How did you get it to take that Valium
the other day?

- [knocks]
- Sam.

The opportunity of seeing me in agony
too good to pass up?

The whole "walking away forever" thing
isn't going terribly well, is it?

I'm so sorry about what happened
in Malta. I...

I had no business
bringing my crap out there.

I agree. How's the feet?

- [gasps] Oh!
- Uh, they're basically fucked.

It's fine, though,
because as long as I don't walk on them

or wear shoes or touch them,
then there's no pain.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I almost feel sorry for you.

- That can't be why you're here though.
- No.

Did you mean it, what you said in Malta?

Yeah.

Yeah, every word.

I want to spend the rest of my life
with you, Sam.

Right, well,

you know what that means, yeah?

Me, the kids,

a fresh start,
our entire lives upside down.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever it took, Sam.

I lost you once, and if I had the chance,
I would never make that mistake again.

At least if you're in a wheelchair and you
change your mind, you can't run away.

[groaning]

Ah, fuck!

- I'm sorry.
- Fuck! It's all right.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Last night, I lit
one of his cigars indoors.

Just wanted to feel
like he was home again.

Where is he, Vincent?

He'll come home soon, Lizzie.
I know it.

But, if events do take a certain turn,

then I would very much want to make
sure Cachet carried on in good hands

and help you to realize the value
in the business.

Now, obviously,
I'm praying it never comes to that.

I can't think about anything other than
finding Ronnie at this moment, Vincent.

I understand, Lizzie. I just wanted you
to have peace of mind

that you wouldn't be left
with the headache

of a struggling business
that Ronnie's heart was never in.

I can't believe the front on you lot.

- "Lot"?
- So far I've had visits

from that big ape from "W" Windows
and your northern colleague.

They've both popped in to show
their "concern".

- Jo was here?
- Yes.

Tell me, is everyone in double glazing
this bloody callous?

I told the police I had no idea of anyone
who'd have it in for my Ronnie.

I'm starting to wonder what you lot
might be capable of.

You are aware, Lizzie, this isn't your
husband's only line of business.

'Course.
I might look the dumb blonde,

but I know exactly
what Ronnie specializes in.

Buying and selling antiques.

[exhales]
I warned him to stick to what he knows.

Hello.
Can I speak to Detective Neil, please?

Vincent, PC Plod's back.

He's been asking loads of questions
about Ronnie.

[chuckles]

Bruce. Long time no see.

Yes, it has been.

Oh, come on. We can still
shake hands at least, can't we?

When you've finished massaging
my knuckles...

Sorry. Old habits die hard.
To what do we owe the honor?

Well, as I'm sure you're aware,
your boss, Mr. Farrell, is missing.

Normally, "violent criminal goes AWOL"

isn't something I'd waste
public money investigating,

but in this case, his taxpaying wife
has reason to suspect foul play,

which has brought me to your door,
Mr. Swan.

Vincent, please.

Oh, I just remembered, Bruce, did we
ever repair that conservatory of yours?

Carol, book Barry in to have
a look at Detective Neil's conservatory.

- Tell him to drop everything immediately.
- I can, but didn't you sack him?

- Thank you, Carol. I meant Brendan.
- You sacked him too.

Don't talk, just do it.
Will that be all, Detective?

Oh, no. This is a bit more serious than
your usual rogue dealer antics, Mr. Swan.

Now, you can accompany me
to the station for questioning,

or we can make our conversation

a bit more official
with an arrest warrant.

Bruce, you know I'd do anything
to help out a fellow Mason.

Carol, watch the shop.
I'll be back in an hour.

An hour?
That's very presumptuous.

And for the record,

you are not a fucking Mason.

[man on radio] We're back, folks,
live at Wembley Stadium.

This is Live Aid,
and these are the Boomtown Rats.

["I Don't Like Mondays" plays]

♪ The silicon chip inside her head ♪

♪ Gets switched to "overload" ♪

You recently traveled to Malta.
What for?

Sun, sea and a chance of the other.

- Oh, it wasn't business then?
- No.

I wanted to take Sam
and the kids away for a break.

That's interesting, 'cause
the travel agent said that the booking

was originally made by Ronnie Farrell

and later amended by a Dr. Swan.

Why were you traveling under an alias,
Mr. Swan?

Look, I won the tickets for smashing
the sales competition last month.

Ronnie booked the tickets, obviously.

I decided to try and bullshit my way
into a business-class upgrade.

What numb-nuts uses his own name
and the prefix of "doctor" as an alias?

Presumably, all this will check out
if I go back through the company books?

- Absolutely, Bruce.
- I've told you...

Sorry. Detective Neil.

Let me get this straight.

I'm being persecuted for a crime that
may have not even been committed

based on the fact I took a holiday
to a Mediterranean shithole?

Calling your case "wafer-thin"

would be a slur on the strength of wafers.

- I take it I'm free to leave.
- You are.

I'll see you later then, mate.

Ending interview.

Hello, I'm really interested
in a property I've just seen

advertised in this week's
rental section.

♪ The playing's stopped
In the playground now ♪

♪ She wants to play
With the toys a while ♪

♪ And school's out early
And soon we be learning ♪

♪ And the lesson today is how to die ♪

♪ And then the boat horn crackles
And the captain tackles ♪

♪ With the problems
And the hows and whys ♪

♪ And we can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons ♪

♪ What reason do you need to die? ♪

♪ Die, oh, oh, oh... ♪

[continues on radio, faint]

[Brian] All right, anywhere
around here should be good.

- What's that noise?
- [faint growling]

Can't hear anything.

- [rattling, growling]
- There.

Shit.

How much Valium did you give him?

- Just a half to start off with.
- To start off with?

It's not a fucking buffet.

You had one job--
put the fucking dog to sleep.

- Well, I didn't wanna kill him!
- [growling, barking]

Let's just let him out here.
He should be nice and relaxed anyway.

- Well, he doesn't sound fucking relaxed!
- He's probably got cold turkey.

- You'd better get him out, quick.
- Me?

- You're his drug dealer. You do it.
- No, this is your idea.

I'm happy enough
not to move in with Maureen.

- Oh, fuck!
- Change the fucking positions!

What are we gonna do?

All right. Uh, here's the plan.

I'm gonna open the boot.

As soon as he leaps out,
we jump in and floor it.

The plan is to let him out?

Are you fucking mad?

What choice do we have?

You want the police to tell Maureen
that they found Nigel

dead and drugged in your abandoned car?

- All right, you ready?
- Okay.

All right. On three.

One, two...

three.

Come on then,
you fucking psycho dickhead!

[growling, barking]

Just so you know,
I'm taking the cost of repairing this car

off any rent I have to pay you.

Just fucking drive!

[barking]

Well, well. If it isn't Cachet's answer
to the outlaw Jesse James.

Can you give us a minute, Carol?

Tell me the truth.

Did you have anything to do
with Ronnie's disappearance?

Of course I fucking didn't. I can't even
get the man who slept with my wife

sacked from here,
let alone bump off the boss.

Okay. So now what?

Well, I don't plan on being on the wrong
end of a wrongful conviction

when the police come sniffing back around.

If you're coming to Spain with me,
it's now or never.

Shit, Vincent.

This is lousy timing. I've finally
got everything I've worked for.

Everything?

A failing business in a dying industry?

Take a look around you.
The gold rush is over.

Market saturation, red tape,

national chains squeezing out independents.

The future is an army of dickhead
vanilla salesmen doing as they're told.

That's not for us.

Timeshare is where the party's at, baby.

You know it.

- That was a good pitch.
- I'm selling a good product.

A product you need in your life.

Okay, where do I sign?

Go home, grab your passport, pack light.

- I'll pick you up in an hour.
- [phone rings]

I told you to give us a minute, Carol.

[Tony] Would you be so kind
as to pop downstairs, Vincent?

- I need a word.
- Walshy?

I'm sorry, boys.
You must be fucking confused.

Have you forgotten, you run "W" Windows,

Corringham's l-least successful
double-glazing business.

Yeah, that might even be funny
if I hadn't just acquired

Corringham's most successful
double-glazing business.

- Bollocks.
- With Ronnie, shall we say,

unaccounted for,
RJ and his mum wanted rid of this place.

And guess who stepped in
to take it off their hands?

Which means... I'm your boss again.

And what's even f-funnier,

you're f-fucking f-fired!

Too late.
I resigned five minutes ago, mate.

- Bollocks.
- It's true. He did.

Oh, how convenient.
By the way, you're sacked too, Jo.

Sorry, Tony. It was a double resignation.
I'm off as well.

Hold on. You're not getting away
with this one, Vincent.

Once I let the fraud squad take a look
at these books,

I'm sure they're gonna find enough
incriminating evidence

to get you banged up
for a good few years.

Quick question Tony: When you acquired
the business, did you sign a waiver

exempting the new ownership
from any pending legal claim?

[repeating mockingly] ...legal claim.

Yeah, nice try.

Don't think your mumbo-jumbo
legal bollocks

is gonna save this smarmy pillock.

No, but in case you weren't aware,
any criminal acts

that you had prior knowledge to
at the time of the purchase

become the new owner's responsibility.

So unless you signed
that mumbo-jumbo legal bollocks,

- you'll be sending yourself to jail too.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, we'll see about that.

What-What did you say that clause was?

Always read the small print
on the contract, mate.

Right. Well, I'm sacking someone today.
Carol, you're out.

Oh, come on! What am I sacked for?

I don't fucking care!

Disloyally continuing to work here
after I left.

- Having a stupid perm. Take your pick.
- [Brian] That's out of order, Tony.

Look, if you do this,
I'll walk out that door with her.

- What?
- I said I'll walk.

Carol's done nothing wrong.

In fact, she's the only person
out of this whole fucking company

that's shown any kind of integrity,

loyalty and honesty
over these past two years.

She deserves a raise, not a P-45.

She's an angel.

- Are you really gonna walk?
- Yeah.

[exhales sharply]

All-fucking-right then.

On balance, I may have acted hastily.

Carol, you're not sacked.

Thanks. And I'll have you know,
this isn't a bloody perm.

It's au naturel.

That didn't sound like much of an apology.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Carol, I'm sorry. All right?

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going upstairs to find something
to wipe this fucking egg off my face.

Brian, that was incredible!

- You didn't need to say all that.
- I was just saying the truth.

Thank you.

But can we not ever speak about it again?
'Cause it's making me feel awkward now.

Yeah.

Speak about what? [chuckles]

- Do you want a tea, Brian?
- Yeah, go on then.

And I was wondering if, maybe later,

you wanted to try another
compatibility shag...

with me. [chuckles]

Bloody hell, Carol.

I think this time we can get
the sexual thermometer above freezing.

[Freddie Mercury] ♪ Eh-oh ♪

[crowd] ♪ Eh-oh ♪

- ♪ Eh-oh ♪
- ♪ Eh-oh ♪

[Mercury] ♪ Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-oh ♪

[crowd] ♪ Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-oh ♪

[call-and-response singing continues]

- ♪ Eh-oh ♪
- Wrong day to fuck with me, Pat.

[singing continues]

[gasping, exclaiming]

[sighs]

There you go, Patricia.

No more fucking conservatory
to worry about.

- Mum...
- That was fucking awesome!

- Robbie!
- Robbie!

I think you need to work on
reversing around corners.

Shall we?

[pop music plays]

♪ Alive and kicking ♪

[exhales]

- Miss me?
- Is that really you, Ronnie?

Well, who else do you know
dresses this well?

You're not reaching out
from the other side?

Contrary to popular hysterical belief,
I'm not dead, Carol.

[Vincent] So get this.

Ronnie, far from being dead,
had been in Marbella,

partying like Hugh Hefner all week.

It turned out that was the transfer fee
for agreeing to let me go

and work for Mr. Setra's
timeshare consortium.

RJ's been worried sick.
Couldn't you call?

Well, I couldn't tell Lizzie, Carol, no.

She thinks Marbella is vulgar
and sleazy for some reason.

But as I say, Tony,

better to beg for forgiveness
than ask for permission.

[chuckles] Yeah. Yeah, good one.

Oh, well, it's great to see you, Ronnie.

Now, you're probably wondering
what I'm doing here.

Well, funnily enough, no.

Junior's filled me in on the events
of the past week,

so I'm guessing congratulations
are in order.

You are back where you rightfully belong.

Well, thanks.

Blimey, must've been a good holiday.
[chuckles]

S-So you're not angry
RJ sold me the business?

Angry?

I'm fucking delighted, my old pal.

I told him to.

Oh, thank God for that.

Hang on.

RJ thought you were dead.
That's why he sold up.

He may have been a touch economical
with the truth,

but you were too busy trying to profit
from my boy's grief to care, Tony.

I don't know what you lot
have been teaching him over there,

but you turned him into
a right devious bugger.

[wheezing laugh]

- So why'd you sell up then?
- Well, to be perfectly honest,

Cachet is probably more broke
than when you sold it to me for a pound.

But nothing a man of your business
acumen couldn't turn around, eh, Tony?

But still,
seemed an ideal opportunity cash in.

No hard feelings, eh?

No, what I really object to
is that toe-rag Vincent

pissing off to Spain
without my permission.

I thought you told the timeshare people
they could have him.

Oh, I did, Carol,
but Vincent didn't know that, did he?

No, this is...

this is unforgivable.

[Vincent] The huge fucking irony
of Ronnie not being murdered

was that he was now almost certainly
looking to murder me.

Running to Spain had never seemed
so attractive,

although starting a new chapter in life
meant finishing the last one first.

[Sam's voice] "I'm so sorry, Martin.

I can't deal with the mess of my life
by turning someone else's upside down."

[Vincent] And it wasn't just Lavender
struggling to come to terms

with losing the one true love
of their life.

[RJ] Look, I know it's sad,
but as one special friendship passes,

a new one is just beginning.

Shut up, you idiot.

Nigel was 10 times the man you'll ever be,
and he was a fucking dog!

Yeah? Think about that.

[RJ] Sorry, my darling. I'll try and think
before I open my mouth next time.

- [whistling tune]
- [Sam] "And stop selling yourself short.

In fact, stop selling full stop
and get back to doing something

that truly makes you happy.

Love, Sam."

Oh, fuck it!

Fuck!

[phone rings]

Hello?

- [Vincent] Hi.
- Where the fuck are you?

I'm at the airport
with Sam and the kids.

Look, I'm sorry,
but it's like you told me--

Winning isn't everything,
it's the only thing.

- You wanker.
- Now, don't be like that.

You'll learn from this.

[exclaims]

- Do I want to know?
- Just tying up a few loose ends.

Shall we?

Yeah.

["Let's Go All the Way" plays]

♪ Sitting with the thinker ♪

♪ Trying to work it out ♪

♪ It's a traffic jam of the brain ♪

♪ Makes you want to scream and shout ♪

♪ Let's go all the way ♪

♪ Let's go all the way ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪