All language subtitles for Skins s07e01 Fire 1.eng

(THUNDERCLAP)

(ROLLING THUNDER)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(DOORS CLUNK)

(BEEPING AND WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you.

- (BAG THUDS)
- Hey, has she been out yet?

No, not yet.

Can you cover for me?
Really need a coke and a piss.

Get me one.

Er... where's, er... what's-her-face?

Um... Jane's just gone to the loo.

The boardroom needs setting up
for a meeting this afternoon.

Of course. No problem.

- Er... Victoria?
- Yes.

- Could I have a word, please?
- Sure.

I want you to have a look at the Asian
markets for me. Can you handle that?

VICTORIA: Sure, no problem.

- I would.
- (PHONE RINGS)

JANE: Good morning,
Hewitt Maurice Asset Management.

Um... sorry, I thought the...
the meeting was...

- (CUPS RATTLING)
- I'll just put these here.

Calm down.

(CUPS RATTLING)

Can I get you anything?

Emmy, is it?

- Effy.
- Effy.

- I'm fine, thanks.
- (PHONE RINGING)

(WHISPERS) Idiot.

JANE: Touching him where exactly?

Arse? Dick? Come on, I need specifics.

Ew!

So, do you think he only goes for senior
analysts or do slammin' boobs count?

- Cos come on!
- Shut up.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

Oh, looks like Dominic's
just picked up an extra sandwich

as he was just passing... again.

I picked up another sandwich,
just in case.

You were just passing, right?

EFFY: Thanks, Dom.

So you, er... you got any,
you know, plans after work?

I'm just gonna go home
and do some work there.

Right, yeah, course.
Anything I can help with?

(COUGHS)

That's really sweet. I'm fine.

Well, I'm around, you know,
just in case you fancy a quick one...

quick once... er... er...
once around the finance world

"� la Dominic".

Thank you, Dom.

- Watch it, mate.
- (JANE LAUGHING)

Oh, my God. He is so tragic.

You look like a horse
when you laugh down your nose like that.

- (LOW CHATTER)
- Leave it with me.

Effy, I know this is really shitty

but I really need the monthly report
documented by tonight.

Any chance you could
just knock it out now?

Sure. I'll just, er... e-mail it.

We'll... we'll be at the drinks thing so,
um... maybe you can just pop it down.

Is that OK?

Fine.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

You're amazing. Thank you so much.

Perfect.

- Did you want to come in for a drink?
- No, I'm fine.

See you tomorrow.

(ANIMATED CHATTER)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHTER)

- (CHATTER)
- (GLASS CLINKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

GUY: All right, Effy?

Hey, where have you been?

Working.

MAN: Effy! Are you joining us
on the juice?

You seem to be doing all right without me.

Oh, we started at two.
I am gone, mate, I'm fucking gone.

Congratulations.

You all right?

- How was work?
- Fine.

Pub's too expensive so we came back here.

Save enough money to pay the rent?

Potentially. Sit down, have a beer.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Want one?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Look, have this.

- Naomi, you got any food?
- Yes, plenty. What do you fancy?

We got, er... steak.

Where the fuck did that come from?

(PARTY CHATTER)

(SKYPE ALERT)

(SIGHS)

(SKYPE ALERT)

(SKYPE BLEEP)

EMlLY: Where the fuck have you been?

NAOMl: Sorry. I've had people round.
Couldn't hear my laptop.

Is this you trying to prove a point?
It's fucking hard here.

- Sorry.
- I just want to speak to my girlfriend.

I'm speaking to you now. I'm just tired.

You're not tired, you're stoned. Again.
Look, call me when you can be bothered.

- Ems? Ems?
- (SKYPE BLEEPS)

EMILY: Fuck's sake!

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- Don't you dare.

- Eff?
- I'm asleep.

Fine. Fuck you, then.

(SIGHS)

- She's gonna dump me.
- No, she's not.

- New York's full of hot dykes.
- Emily doesn't like hot dykes.

- She likes useless stoners like you.
- (SNORTS)

Mm, yeah.

Yeah. She loves me.

- Weirdly, yes.
- (SIGHS)

I'm gonna go see her.

I need some fanny time soon
or I'm going to burst into flames.

Romantic.
You might need to get a job first.

I think I'm going to be
a stand-up comedian.

Brilliant. Go to sleep now.

(MUSIC POUNDING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Jane, Jane. Jane, Jane, Jane.

Jane, the idea is that you're conscious
enough to answer the phone, remember?

- I'm sorry, I had a...
- Associates' meeting in five. You ready?

Victoria? Victoria?

I've been looking through the monthly
reports and the one from last night.

Why?

I just have. But, look, look,
there's been a mistake.

The monthly figures in the emerging
sectors haven't been updated.

See there? Couldn't some of the investors
think we're trying to hide something?

I'm sure it's fine.
But thank you, you know, for trying.

- VlCTORlA: Mark?
- Yo.

Boys?

MARK: Er... yeah, so the figures that
have come down from upstairs are, um...

Hang on a second. Let me find them.

(SIGHING)

Yeah, appendix 16.

Er... as you can see,
the growth is negative, which we like,

and we're in a position to short it,
so, yeah, it's good.

Mark, what the fuck is up with you?

Er... John McAndrew came in
from Miami last night.

- He's such a dick.
- Well, I ended up out with him.

- And stayed out with him and, er...
- Save it for your wife.

Come on, what have you got?

Yeah, er... basically, we should do it.

Great. Any problems in legal?

No. No problem. We're compliant.

Great. I think that's it.

Thanks, Mark. That was shit.

- But accurate.
- Congratulations.

Have a cookie. OK, that's everything.

Let's keep the energy up, guys.
End of quarter is fast approaching.

- Sorry, Jake, just one thing.
- What is it?

There's been a fuck-up
with the emerging market numbers.

JAKE: How do you mean?

VlCTORlA: They haven't been updated.
They don't reflect the returns at all.

Has this gone out yet?

No.

Fine. Mark?

Send that back upstairs, find
the fucking author of it, and fire them.

Then you get it amended.

- We're not running a pissing Ponzi here.
- MARK: Yeah, got it.

JAKE: Good.

Thank you.

- Get me Chris on the phone.
- Yeah, on it.

What would I do without you?

Well done.

Can we have coffee in Jake's office,
please? Decaf for me.

(SlGHS)

They want coffee.

Who does?

Hi.

Effy! Oh!

Oh, no.

It's OK. You... you... you're
not supposed to be in here.

I know but, um... you said you were around,
and I need a drink right now.

Right. Right, yeah, of course.

But hedge funders are not allowed in here.

She works in a hedge fund?
Bloody fuck, Dom!

- She's looking, she's...
- She's not looking.

- She's not looking. Are you?
- Listen.

Do you wanna go for a drink or not?
I need your help.

You didn't see her. All right, Kevin?

I quite clearly saw her.

And I saw what you did on the sims
last week... with the thing.

Yeah, keep your mouth shut.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- This is a really nice place. Very warm.

It's very expensive.

- All right?
- Naomi, this is Dominic.

NAOMl: Dominic.

Dominic.
Who the fuck are you, Dominic?

I'm a research strategist.

Well, fuck me.

What is that?

I, er... research stuff.
Er... strategically.

I thought you said they were all dicks.

No, I work in a completely different
building, so...

(WINCES)

- Ooh.
- Are you all right?

Yeah, just a, um...
hysterical dyke, apparently.

EFFY: Is that a thing?

I'm a hormone hypochondriac,
doctor said.

Attention seeker.

NAOMl: That's right.
Takes creative vision.

- Spliff?
- No. We've got stuff to do.

- What, right now?
- Yep. Come on, Dom.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- I've been on my own all day!

- What are we doing?
- I wanna know.

Know what?

- (DISTANT SIREN BLARING)
- Everything.

- Everything that you know.
- Right.

- That's a lot.
- It's fine.

Start from the beginning.

Money. Show me.

OK. Yeah.

We could... OK, let's see.
We could start with the beginning.

Neolithic barter systems.

No. No, no, no,
that's too far back.

OK, 18th-century mutual funds
and their bastard children.

- Derivatives and futures.
- OK.

Check out the following algorithm.

EFFY: Slow down.

(SOUNDTRACK DROWNS THEIR VOICES)

Do you get it now?

Thank you, Dom.

Seriously.

Thank you so much.

Dom?

Oh. I... I'm sorry.

Oops. I'm not... I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry. I just, um...

Dominic.

No, no, no need to worry.
I just... I'm confused, obviously. I...

I just...

Shout if you're naked! Shout if you're
naked! Shout if you're naked!

Hm, disappointing.

We're finished.

Oh, amazing, because, um...

I was actually hoping you might
listen to some of my material.

Please, please, please?

Naomi wants to be a stand-up comedian.

Really? Wow, that's cool.
That's really cool.

Well, thank you! We like him.

I was thinking about moving to London.

What?

No, I've... I've started. This is...

Sorry.

Anyway, so, London. Supposed
to be the city of opportunity, right?

But, actually, only gets you
the opportunity to get fucked in the arse.

Oh, my God.

I mean, Boris bikes?
They're lovely, aren't they?

Thank you Mr Boris.
Thank you, Barclays Bank.

But, those saddles,
they're not really for girls, are they?

I mean, I think, every time
you sit in one of those saddles,

it's basically like
letting Boris finger you.

(HE SNORTS)

That's funny.

Really?

Yeah. You're really good.

It's good.

Mm, fan-dabi-dozi!

Effy! Effy! Effy!

Yes, Jane, that's my name.

I forgot to cancel Victoria's meeting
with the fund of funds guy,

and it starts in five minutes.

And you stopped to tell me this why?

Oh, fuck. Yeah, you're right.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Run, Jane, run.

(JANE CLEARS THROAT)

Good morning, Hewitt Maurice
Asset Management.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

She's gonna fire me, isn't she?

Probably.

I'll do it.

Thank you! Thank you!

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Thank you.

Good morning,
Hewitt Maurice Asset Management.

Mr Stibbard? Effy Stonem.
Pleased to meet you.

I'm terribly sorry,
but Victoria's feeling under the weather.

I see. And no-one thought to let me know?

She asked me to cover this meeting.
Can I take you for lunch?

STlBBARD: Yeah, I keep telling Victoria
that we're just not that into you.

You're a single fund.

She's just not getting it.

What is Hewitt Maurice's
sudden interest in fund of funds?

Well...

maybe she's just too polite to tell you
that we know you have a liquidity issue.

- Really?
- Really.

In the current climate,
we need to diversify,

and you are gonna need
some significant cash,

within the next two months,
if my research is correct.

OK, go on.

Well, we've been looking
into your investments.

(SOUNDTRACK DROWNS DIALOGUE)

OK.

VlCTORlA: I told Jane
to cancel the meeting.

As far as I was concerned,
it was being rearranged.

- What the hell where you thinking?
- I don't know what came over me.

Don't give me that shit.
You're a fucking assistant.

- Vic.
- Jesus fucking Christ!

- Vic!
- What?

All right.

You fucking deal with her, then.

(PHONE RINGING)

So, am I fired?

- Looks like it.
- That's bullshit.

You could have lost us
an incredibly valuable investment.

And did l?

That's not the point.

I was good in there. Really good.

Yeah?

That's what Stibbard said too.

Well, you'd better go.

- Pack your things.
- (PHONE RINGING)

I'm sorry.

(PHONE RINGING)

Pussy.

(SNORTS)

JANE: No, er... can I take a message?

Yeah. Let me put you through to him. OK.

Just been fired.

What? You're the only one
that understands Excel.

Not my problem any more.

You know, this is
shitting unfair dismissal.

It's not really.

He's a cunt and she's a cunt,

and I'm gonna go in there
and I'm gonna say something.

(HE CLEARS THROAT)

Mr Abassi. Could I get you some...

And you can stop scowling at me,
for a start. I need to talk to you.

Could you hack it in there?

What do you mean?

Could you handle Stibbard's investment?

You want me to be a trader?

JAKE: I'm giving you the chance
to trade for one client.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Good.

Glad we don't have to do
the whole tribunal thing.

JAKE: Don't tempt me.

- Do I get a raise?
- No.

(SIGHS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on, Naoms.

Well, what do you want me to do?

I know you've got more to tell me
about it, Steve, come on.

I know it touched 1 05 yesterday.
Don't bullshit me.

Yeah, didn't ask
for a fucking partial fill.

Is everybody seeing this?
Can we all please keep an eye on this?

Er... what is going on?

300,020. Right now.

(LOUD CHATTER)

- (JAKE AND VICTORIA ARGUE)
- JAKE: Jealous.

- JAKE: You are jealous.
- VlCTORlA: Jesus Christ!

JAKE: The way you look at her,

- the way you look at me.
- Of a 20-year-old girl?

Look at me! Do you think I really need
to be jealous of a 20-year-old girl?

Bye!

(LOUD BACKGROUND CHATTER)

Mark? Mark? Do you know
why Gray Leverson's falling?

MARK: Yeah, yeah, I can see that, Chris.
It's whether we move now or...

It's dropped 15 percent since we opened.
Do I move? Have... have you gone?

It's your portfolio, sweetheart.

- It will level out, right?
- The CEO's leaving, Elf girl.

Do you need any more confirmation
there's trouble on deck?

- So, what you gonna do?
- Did you move?

Got out hours ago.

(MOUTHS)

- What's wrong?
- I'm fucking it up.

I thought I could keep up, but I can't.
I don't know what I'm doing.

I've lost on everything this month,
Dom. Everything.

Yeah, that's what trading's like.
I mean, you go months of not doing well.

I know, I know, but now
Gray Leverson's falling like shit

and I'm supposed to be up there selling.

Right now I'm supposed
to be making a move.

So, why aren't you?

I don't know. Just a hunch.
Something's not right.

- Or I'm just shit.
- No, you're not shit.

- You know something, don't you?
- No, I don't.

- Yes. Yes, you do.
- No.

- What is it?
- No, stop. It's illegal. So, no.

We're supposed to be friends.

Yeah, and I told you
I don't wanna be your friend.

Dom, I can't deal with that right now.

Look, OK, I'm sorry,
but you can't ask me to pretend...

- (PHONE RINGS)
-... I'm not thinking it. I...

- (RINGING)
- Cos I am and l...

I need to take this.

Hello? Hi.

Yeah, yeah.

And, John, Gray Leverson.

Yeah, I'll get the takeover analysis
to you this afternoon

ready for the announcement.

And, yeah, it's all totally embargoed.
Yeah. Great.

Bye.

You're not here. OK? You're not here,
you're not here, you're...

- Thank you, Dom.
- (MUMBLES)

Hurry!

Bollocks.

- Bad day, little Elf?
- It happens.

MARK: You'll have to try harder,
won't you?

Hello?

Hi, this is Elf here from Hewitt Maurice.

Hi, I'd like to buy 300,000 shares
in Gray Leverson, please.

(LAUGHING) What the fuck are you doing?

Ssh!

Thank you, thank you very much.

Are you watching this, guys?

I've never actually seen someone
commit professional suicide.

- Keep watching.
- OTHERS: Ooh!

(SNORTS)

Please explain to me. Gray Leverson's
going positive. I don't get it.

Hold on. Smith, you seen this, mate?

Turn it up.

TV: The takeover of Gray Leverson
by the mega-cap Rubetron group

has seen their share prices rise by 15%,

with further rises predicted
before closing today.

The CEO states that the deal
will be accreted to EBS.

Look at the price.

I don't understand.
Everyone was so fucking sure.

Elfie? Elfie!

Yes, Mark?

- What are you doing?
- Well, now I'm selling.

Chris?

Yeah, Chris, do you wanna explain
just what the fuck went down there?

Course I heard the news.

No, no, that isn't what you fucking said!

- (SHOUTING)
- (PHONE RINGS)

MARK: We've got 70K each
on the fucking portfolios.

(RAISED VOICES)

(KNOCKS)

Hey, I'm finished.

I'll see you tomorrow.

How much did you make for us today?

1.2 million.

You got any cigarettes?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(LlGHTER CLlCKS)

Max Stibbard's coming in on Friday.

He's, um... asked to meet our star trader.

- Victoria?
- No.

You.

He's very happy with the relationship.

So are we.

That's good. Maybe he'll invest again.

Maybe.

You should take him out.

Show him that we're... fun.

Plus, Max is a sucker for beautiful women.

Do you have a problem with that?

No.

Within reason.

Course.

People shouldn't underestimate you,
should they?

Miss Stonem.

No.

I should go.

Effy?

Cigarettes.

Friday.

OK.

What were you doing in there?

Just thinking. It's quiet.

You had a good day on the floor.

- Yeah, I did.
- Clever girl.

How did you know it was a takeover?

Just a feeling, I guess.

Right.

A feeling.

I'll see you tomorrow.

No, you won't, actually.

I've decided to move on.

Why?

Sick of wearing heels.

- Good luck with that.
- (SNORTS)

- Yeah, good luck to you too.
- See you around.

I always liked it in there too.

(SIGHS)

JAKE: Victoria!

Vic!

(ALARM BEEPING)

- (CLICK)
- (BEEPING STOPS)

Good evening, Deptford.
Is this still London?

Fuck, that's awful.

EFFY: This one or this one?

- What?
- Which dress?

- I'm trying to work here.
- Work?

Yes, it's my first gig tonight
and you're supposed to be coming.

You were supposed to be coming
to the doctor's too, but, hey...

- I'm sorry, it's a work thing.
- If you say so.

I've got to go.

(SIGHS)

OK.

(PHONE RINGS)

? Could've given me something

? You, my everything

? You left me kneeling

? In my room

? I was one of those people... ?

100,000.

? You, my everything
For what it's worth

? For what it's worth

? For what it's worth

? You were my backbone when

? My body ached with weariness

? You were my holdout when

? My heart was filled with loneliness

? Just as the dark was rising

? I heard you close the door again

? Just as the light turns on

? I'm building a dream house

? You, my everything

? You, my everything
You, my everything... ?

Wow!

I do like this.

- Makes you look older.
- Oh, well, thanks.

No, I mean you... you look good.

Are you here to baby-sit me?
Don't you have somewhere else to be?

I do. He needs to see me, otherwise
he's gonna try and roll over you.

You make it sound like
I'm going into a war zone.

Money is war.

I get it.

Good.

He needs to think that he's winning.

When, in fact... you are.

Am l?

Easy, boss.

? You, my everything

? You, my everything

? You, my everything... ?

Mr Stibbard. You know Jake Abassi?

Call me Max, for fuck's sake.

Jake, how you doing?

Max.

- You know my associate Freddie?
- Yes, I've heard of you.

Too bloody right you have!
How come all of Jake's traders are hot?

All of ours look like diseased hamsters.

Well, on that appetising note,
I have a dinner appointment.

I'll leave you to it.

- Be nice, Max.
- Oh, you can rely on it.

So, how do you two gentlemen
feel about comedy?

- (CROWD CHEERING)
- Bethnal Green!

I've been Ben Tarrington!

Thank you and fuck off!

(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

Thank you, Ben Tarrington!

- There you go.
- Fantastic stuff. Whoo!

- Thank you.
- That was Ben there. Ben, wonderful.

My wife doesn't like the anal sex,
but I still make her do it to me anyway.

Um... so, time for the next act,
ladies and gentlemen.

Next we have Naomi Campbell!

So, er... where is she? Where's Naomi?

Oh, there she is. Er... put your hands
together for Naomi Campbell!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Is this your friend?

Yeah!

(CROWD WHOOPING AND CHEERING)

(SIGHS)

So, who here is from London?

No-one?

Oh, er... good.

Um... now I don't have to pretend
to fucking like it here.

- Um... I'm... I'm new to London.
- (CROWD MURMURING)

Um... I moved here
with my girlfriend, er...

MAN: Fucking dyke.

- (LAUGHTER)
- (SNORTS)

Um... yeah, I am, actually.

Um... so, London...

...no-one actually tells you what
it's really like to live here, do they?

I mean, Boris bikes?

Am I the only one who thinks it's vaguely
creepy that one man owns all the bikes?

I mean, I'm... I'm riding along

and all I can think is, isn't this pretty
much like letting Boris finger you?

- (CROWD MURMURING)
- You're shit!

- SEVERAL PEOPLE: Ooh!
- (LAUGHTER)

You know what? Fuck you.

- Fuck you and your small dick complex.
- CROWD: Ooh!

(CROWD SHOUTING AND BOOING)

Shall we just go?

No, I'm just starting to enjoy it now.

Loser!

(CROWD SHOUTING)

- Fuck you all.
- (CROWD CHEERING)

(APPLAUSE)

- It really wasn't that bad.
- Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Look, I need to go.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- I'm going to kill myself.

Come on, funny girl.
You come and have a drink with us.

Ladies.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

- What the actual fuck?
- Please, please, Naomi.

Just keep your mouth shut and try
and pretend to have a good time.

Who are they anyway?

They're very important investors.

CROUPIER: No more bets.

I just think it's weird, a job that only
involves making money and nothing else.

I... I make people happy.

You make people rich, that's all.
Fuck everyone else.

Naomi.

Kiss it luck, girl.

(SNIGGERS)

CROUPIER: Any more bets, please?

- (GASPS)
- How much is that?

- FREDDIE: A grand.
- CROUPIER: No more bets.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

- Ah!
- 29 black.

It's your fault, Naomi.
You were supposed to fucking kiss it.

- Chips, sir.
- OK, beautiful.

Now you show me how you win.

I think we're gonna do great things,
you and l.

EFFY: With money?

STIBBARD: Of course.

No more bets, please.

I need to talk to you.

- Hey.
- No, we need the talent at the table!

What the fuck is this, Eff?

- What's wrong with you now?
- Why is he touching you?

These are big investors, Naomi.

That's fucked.
Please tell me you can see that.

- FREDDIE: Yes, get in!
- Go home, Naomi.

I need to talk to you.
I have to go somewhere.

Not now. I'm busy.

They're disgusting. Why can't you see
how disgusting they are?

Go home, Naomi!

(SNORTS)

- Go.
- FREDDIE: Effy, get over here!

Hey.

A winner, let's see you do it again.

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

Naomi?

Naomi!

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

Naomi!

- (DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)
- Naomi!

What the fuck are you doing?

Turn it off!

- (DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)
- Naomi!

Stop being so fucking mental!

Turn it off now!

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

Naomi, I'm fucking sick of this.
What is wrong with you?

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

Got cancer.

What did you say?

Cancer! OK?

I've got fucking cancer!

You win! You win again!

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

(SOBBING)

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDING)

(SILENCE)

? You, my everything

? You, my everything

? You, my everything

? You are my only hope

? The truth that dealt the consequence

? I know you don't feel the same

? You said before
and it doesn't make sense

? You know I'm gonna eat my heart out

? You know I'm gonna try much harder

? There isn't any shit in my head

? Holding me under this time

? Gonna give me something

? You, my everything

? You let me be... ?

- Oh, my God. Emily!
- Hi!

She deserves to know what's going on.

I can't remember the figures
ever being this low.

I need an Effy special.
Could you make that happen?

I need you to tell me that
this isn't as bad as I think it is.

Before you, I was fine,
and now I'm fucking pathetic!

? You are my only hope

? The truth that dealt the consequence

? I know you don't feel the same

? You said before it doesn 't make sense

? I know I'm gonna eat my heart out

? You know I'm gonna try much harder

? But there isn 't any shit in my head

? Holding me under this time

? Could've given me something

? You, my everything

? You left me reeling

? And I was one of those people

? You, my everything

? You, my everything

? You, my everything. ?

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