All language subtitles for Extraordinary.2023.S01E07.1080p.WEB.H264-CAKES

Blue lid, thick milk.

Green lid, runny milk.

Red lid, devil's water.

Are you going to keep doing that?

It helps me learn.

Fuckers! They don't want my eggs.
Why don't they want my eggs?

- Are they in date?
- Yeah, by about 20 years, yeah.

- Lady eggs.
- I need that money for the clinic.

How dare they?
Now, these are prime-time eggs.

I'll have to find something else
to monetise now.

What's monetise?

It's when you take something
you're good at, like a skill or a talent,

and you make people give you money for it.

Do you have any skills?

- No.
- Do you have any talents?

- No.
- So what's the point of you?

- Jesus Christ!
- It's okay.

I don't have any skills either.

At least, not as a man.

Okay, take two.

Time for our next mission.

I mean, sequels are always
better anyway, right?

There's Terminator 2…

Uh…

So what's the plan?

- Um…
- You do have a plan, don't you?

Y-You've had so much time
to think about this exact situation.

Gregor was full of plans.
Fucking do this, do that.

He was planning to foil
some big drug deal.

Organised crime kind of shit.

- Well, how'd he get that kind of intel?
- I told him.

- I-I do a bit of crime on the side.
- Then why are you doing this?

I don't know.
They cancel each other out, don't they?

Shit! We should be the ones
foiling drug gangs.

It sounds so cool.
And, like, good for the community.

I'm just looking for my hairdryer.

Don't let me interrupt your heroing.

All right, Seb.
I want you to case the joint, okay?

- Entrances, exits.
- Actually, I think it's in the...

- Oh.
- Randall, what weaponry are we facing?

- Uh…
- Where are you, little hairdryer?

Guns, knives, knuckle-dusters, shivs.

This isn't a knockabout in the park, lads.

Found it! Where is the diffuser?

Right.
This is our moment, our destiny manifest.

Okay, we may not all make it.

Especially Seb.

Okay, but if we perish,
we perish for a noble...

Babe! Babe!

Sorry, could you do that in the kitchen?

- It's my bedroom too.
- Well, I know.

You're just as important to me
as they are.

You don't act like it. Last time,
it was like you forgot I existed.

That won't happen this time.
I can do both, I swear.

Now let's have a date night. Yeah?
Just you and me.

- That sounds nice.
- Saturday night?

So, when's this drug deal happening?

Saturday night.

Bloody ridiculous.

I miss the days when you didn't have
to go through all this red tape.

Oh, just get him.

Your Majesty. I'm a, uh, biographer,

and, uh, I'm trying to rehabilitate
your reputation as a statesman,

and dispel the rumours that you wasted
your time partying and... and womanising.

Well, of course,
that's utter nonsense.

Thank you, Your Highness.

I wouldn't call that time wasted.

Right.

- I just need your signature on the...
- Tell me,

who am I speaking through?

It doesn't matter.
Just, uh, pretend she's not here.

I may be dead, but that's no excuse
not to be a gentleman.

Tell me, what is your name, milady?

Carrie. It's nice to meet you, sir.
Your Eminence.

That's not
how you address royalty.

Now, Carrie,
what's a choice insult from your time?

I like "twat," personally.

Excellent.

Tell this twat I shan't sign his accord
until he gives you a grovelling apology.

And please…

call me Charles.

Yes?

Um, very sorry to bother you
again. I-I just wanted to check in...

Double-check that you were happy
with your experience with us yesterday.

Ooh, I was.

Good.

Is there anything else
you want to say?

And he storms into the court.

All the high lords and ladies
of the land are there,

and he says,
"Sir, you have sullied my virtuous wife."

What did you do?

I said, "Well, I look forward
to meeting your virtuous wife,"

and arrested him for bigamy.

Have you a looking glass?

Yes.

Can I see you?

Just to warn you,
I'm not wearing any make-up.

You're not saying anything.

I don't know what that means,
but it sounds lovely.

It's Molière.

I'm not doing anything.

Okay. Can I borrow you?

You used to be a cat.

You used to win cat shows as a cat.

Cat shows have prize money.

We compete in a cat show.
We win. We get money.

As you can see, the maths works out.

Yeah, um, one... one small issue.

I'm not a cat.

Ah, I've anticipated this.

I've done some digging, and apparently,

with shape-shifters,
if you want to turn into your animal,

you bring back some
of their sense memories.

So, smell, touch, taste.
People on the Internet swear by it.

- Okay.
- I-It'll work. Don't worry.

That's a bit what I'm afraid of.
I don't think I want to be a cat again.

Well, it's just for one day.

Yeah, but w-what if I can't change back?
What if I get stuck?

We don't have to do it.

Right?

No, we don't.

- Sorry.
- It's fine.

It's not your fault.
It's way too much to ask.

- Have you got a back-up plan?
- I…

- No.
- You could always save up.

That'll take years.

No, I just feel like I can't start
until I have my power, you know?

Have you tried selling your eggs?

They don't want them!

What?

Those are prime-time eggs.

I know!

Hey.

So, I thought we could
turn date night into date day.

I think the galleries are open late today.

So…

I knew this would happen.

No, I just have a tiny, little,
baby mission.

But it won't affect our date, I promise.

I'll be done by, like, 8.00 at the latest.

Okay.

Well, uh, don't let me ruin your plans.

I'm sure you'll find someone
to go with you.

What the fuck?
I thought he didn't want to do it.

If you're listening to this,

I've taken the cat food.

Don't try and argue with me.
I want you to take me to the cat show.

Oh, and scratch me behind the ears.

I like that.

What do I do?

I think we should honour his wishes.

I would like to register my cat.

- Name?
- Jizzlor... Uh, Hercule.

Just Hercule.

The Hercule?

Yes?

Donna, Hercule's back.

Donna!

Oh, fucking yes!

Sorry, sorry. This is just very exciting.

We didn't know what happened to him
after David died.

So, uh, how were you related to him?

He was very specific in his will

that he wanted Hercule
to go to his next of kin.

I am his next of kin.
Yeah. I-I am his aunt.

Oh.

The aunt that collects Bigfoot erotica?

- Um…
- Or the aunt that thinks Israel did 9/11?

It's gonna have to be
the first one, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, that's me.

Oh, sorry, almost forgot.
Um, what talent am I putting you down for?

- Talent?
- Yeah, for the talent segment.

I mean, I know it's gonna be dance,
but I have to ask.

Uh, I'm sorry. Did you say dance?

Mm-hmm.

That cat can dance!

Now, Sean,
I'd hate to have to follow that!

Oh, Mike, I'd just kill myself.

- Oh, come on!
- Well, shit.

Do you think there will be press?
Like, local news and stuff?

Maybe. They might wanna take
a picture of us with the drugs,

like when people catch a really big fish.

I should have brought some dry shampoo.

I get really sweaty in this suit.

- I don't wanna look oily.
- All clear. No drugs in here.

- What are you doing here?
- You're early!

Oh, okay.

You couldn't think of your own mission,
so you had to steal mine?

- I don't see your name on it.
- "I don't see your name on it."

- Grow up.
- No! It's my crime. I backsie it.

You can't backsie it. I called it.

Still want it?

Yeah.

Sorry, but can anyone else hear footsteps?

Bloody hell.

Ha!

Someone's coming. Alpha team, hide.

Shit!

Move!

Hello?

- Oh.
- Hi.

Um, so, do you usually compete in Ireland?

'Cause I don't remember seeing you
at the southeast Fancy Lad regionals.

- Oh, no, this is my first time.
- Ever?

Yeah. I'm just here
for the prize money, really.

But, I mean, come on.
It's not like you need experience.

Just cats, isn't it?

I bet you think you're hot shit,
don't you?

What?

I've seen thousands of girls like you
come and go.

You're nothing special.

Best go home now
before you embarrass your cat.

Oops.

Oh, my God. What a psycho, right?

What is it about Bigfoot?
Is it just the big, hairy penis?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Ugh.

Well, w-we don't need to talk.

Dance is the language of the body.
It's instinctual. It's all muscle memory.

We've got this.

It's on the eight count. Eight.

Not seven, not six. The eight count.

It's very simple.

Okay, let's start
with the simplest possible thing.

Just sit, okay? You can do that. Just sit.

Sit.

Sit. Sit.

Sit. Sit. Sit!

Sit! Sit! Sit!

This foiling isn't big enough
for the both of us.

I completely agree. Fuck off then.

- Oh, I'm not going anywhere.
- Neither am I.

I guess we'll be staying here
until one of us gives in.

Fine by me.

Oh, my God. Kiss.

I'm sorry. I write a lot of fan fiction.

Okay.

It says it should be…

Here.

Oh, no. This one is mortifying.

It's a bad angle.
I told them to destroy it.

Oh, I like it.

Do you have a lover?

I think so. I have a boyfriend.

What does he make
of the Dutch masters?

He's, uh,
not a gallery kind of guy.

- Where does he take you?
- Uh…

Usually we just stay in
and order some food.

A crime.

If I were him,
I would show you the continent.

Have you ever been
to Tuscany in the springtime?

N-No.

I would take you boating
along the Arno.

Oh.

And we would discuss poetry
long into the evening.

And then?

And then to bed.

Oi!

The fuck are you doing?

Step, turn. Not turn, turn, step.

Let's go from the top, yeah? All right.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Okay.

Now you listen here.

I need this money.

I need you to understand me right now.

I need you to give me a sign
that you're still in there.

Jizzlord, please.

Now you're just being
an obtuse little cunt!

I can't believe I ever showed you my tits.

I'll just mark you down as a one
for welfare.

It's close to 9.30.
I drop off to Brixton by 10.00.

Yeah, he just loaded up the last one.

Why can't we just work with them?

Surely, as long as we stop the crime,
i-it doesn't matter who gets the glory.

Yes. Yes, it does. Me. I want the glory!

This might be my only chance.

There will be other crimes.
This one doesn't even seem that serious.

- Hey, look what I found.
- Oh, my God. Put them down.

Oh, no.

- You in a rush or something?
- No, it's nothing. It's just date night.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Time with your missus is not nothing.

No, I know that.

Why can't he just back down?

Or you could back down.

No! This is everything I've ever wanted.

Taking down bad guys.
Being a hero. Saving the day.

Yeah. If he has to ruin his relationship
with his girlfriend to do it,

- then so be it.
- It's not what I meant.

- Do you think your girlfriend will be mad?
- Not mad.

Maybe just disappointed.

Oh, disappointed is way worse than mad.

Trust me, if a guy did that to me,

- it would be game over.
- Jesus Christ.

I know. I don't want that.

But I'm not leaving here
till I've saved something.

It sounds like you do have something
to save, mate.

Hey, Kash. This is stupid.

Somewhere in this building,
criminals are doing something criminal,

and here we are, arguing in a cupboard.

Who's stepping aside? You or me?

I'm getting black cherry.
Plum, perhaps.

Should we be cheeky
and open the Merlot?

I thought you said you had
an engagement with your beau. Hmm?

He was never gonna show up.

He's a fool.

Perhaps it's not meant to be.

No, no, it is.
We've been together since university.

He seems as familiar to you
as an old coat.

Just because something is well-worn

doesn't necessarily mean
it is well-fitting. Hmm?

Come on. Please. I need you.

I need you you.

If you were here,
you'd know the right things to say.

What am I talking about? No, you wouldn't.

You'd say something really weird,
and probably a little gross,

but I think I'd quite like that right now.

Let's just go home.

Donna's right. We're never gonna win.

I'm just gonna quickly
steal everything first.

If you're listening to this,

I've taken the cat food.

Don't try and argue with me.
I want you to take me to the cat show.

Oh, and scratch me behind the ears.

I like that.

Um, I didn't want to turn
back into Hercule when you asked,

because I really like my life now.

I know I should be trying
to find out who I was,

but I'd rather stay with you.

I know what it's like to feel like
something's missing from you.

And I don't want you to feel that way.

And you won't have to
because we're gonna win.

Okay, bye.

Uh, bye.

- Jennifer?
- Ange.

- Do you know what time it is?
- Yeah, I know we're about to close.

You know those costumes
that we were going to throw out

because, legally, they were too flammable?

Yeah, the one with the sequins?

Do we still have those?

I think that's
probably enough wine.

I will not have
such treasonous language in my court.

I'm so sorry, Your Highness.

You ought to watch your tongue,
or I'll have you put over my knee.

You wouldn't dare…

- Carrie!
- Kash?

Kash?

I'm here. And I'm done with it.

All of it. I'm done with it.

Oh.

- What are you wearing?
- Uh…

I like it.

Shall we have this date?

I should like that very much.

Sick.

What takeaway do you want?

Now, I know we normally get pizza,

but apparently, the Chinese
has started doing sweet potato wedges,

which is like, I mean, game changer.

That's insane.

Oh, what TV do you wanna watch?

No.

Sorry, this is a really important night.

Let's do a YouTube deep dive.

I've been recommended
these skateboarding-accident compilations

which are meant to be…

Yeah?

Wonderful.

Let's hear it for Frida Cat-lo.

You're up.

Don't fuck it up.

That prize money is ours.

It's you and me. Ride or die.

Jennifer and Hercule!

Boo! What are you doing? Boo!

My eyes!

No.

Yeah, fair enough.

Yo, watch out. Watch out!

You want some?

Oh, no.

I've missed this.

It's nice getting back
to normal, isn't it?

Isn't it?

You're not saying anything.

Oh, no. No!

I'm sorry. I really messed it up.
You must be so mad at me.

And now you don't have the money,
and so you're not going to...