All language subtitles for Shameless s10e10 On.eng

Anyone watching
thinking we know fuck all

about knowing fuck all about owt,
needs to watch their backs... Oh!

So you've had your Labour,
reclassifying skunk, sending prices sky-high.

Literally - literally - taking
the grass from its own roots!

And now
you've got your Con-Dem-Nation.

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up!

Have we had a national
fucking stroke... or what?

Is revolution a word...
or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know,

we cope better than average
with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake,
we live in Manchester...

and they charge us for water?!

I wandered lonely as a clown,
necking mushrooms rarely found

This green and pleasant land
in ancient times

Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak!

It's not theirs any more.

This is our England now.

Paaaarty!

What would it be like
to have peace of mind?

Proper calm?

Where good things lap gently
again and again,

like eventide
on the banks of a life?

Instead of this...

one death, one murder...

hostage-taking...

inconvenient truths,

scurrilous lies...

deviant sex.

And it's not even Wednesday!

What a week!

That's excellent. Cheers.

Just gonna go the bank, yeah?

It's all right. I'll do it later,
after I've been to your mum's.

You have to allow me something.

I will... in time.

But there was years, I didn't even
know the combination to the safe,

let alone how much money we had,
or what accounts.

You were all,
"It's better that you don't know."

Well, it's the same now,
except I'm the one that knows.

Don't worry about it.

It's not easy.

Think about it like...
the remote control for the telly,

learn to let go.

I've hardly slept.

I'm not surprised, what a fuck-up!

That's a big help.

Patricia Finola?!

Fuck off, Finola?

She a trainee assistant pharmacist
and she's diagnosing people?

What next, get the cleaner
to do the heart transplants?

She's trying to be helpful.

You know what she's like,
Little Miss Point-to-Prove.

She meant well.

This doesn't say she's terminal.
You've got to get a second opinion.

Or a first. You are so fucked.

Say that again
and I'll fucking hit ya!

The problem we have is that
she thinks her bloods are clear.

Somebody has to tell
the woman she's dying!

I can't.

I can't!

No way! Fuck off!

She'd never take it
off us young 'uns.

She'll think we're taking the piss.

What was it she called you?

A yappy terrier in lip-stick
and a Wonderbra.

Something like that.

An under-sexed
petty criminal's moll,

who really ought to wax more often

if she wants to get away
with skirts that short.

Patty never said that!

Oh, no, that was me.

And referring to yourselves as "the
young ones", is stretching it a bit.

The pair of you could be
grandmothers round here.

Have fun with the insults, Frank,
the woman is dying!

We need your help.

What's in it for me?

Any Kola Nuts?

Kola Nuts?

I dunno.

I had chin-chin in here as well.

I had 'em last night, after tea.

Let me know if you touch my stuff,
all right?

'Are you sure you want to do this?'

You keep stuff like this
for sentimental value,

to hold onto a memory.

I wanna make new memories with you,
baby.

It'll take some time,
but you don't have to stay.

Mint! There's a Killer tourney
on at the pub.

D'you ever do any work?

Why would I? We've got you.

It's our first anniversary.

Me and Billy
are gonna renew our vows, re-commit.

I feel it's the right time
to... get shot of the past.

I think it matters to you more
than it does to him.

What you doing?

Have you seen this?

It's a flower.

It's a fucking orchid!

How does an orchid flourish
in a concrete shit-hole like this?!

No!

Aw, look at ya. Speechless.

You're welcome.

This was growing out the back.

Never mind that weed,
come and have a gander at these.

My dad!

Check me!
Looking up at him like, "My hero!"

I've never seen these.

Keep them.

Tragic waste, your father.

Could've been anything, that lad,
but he threw it all away.

He was a weak person, you know?

Every family has one, he was ours.

I don't think that's fair.

You weren't born,
you weren't there!

He had every opportunity in life,
our Kenny,

but he was
as weak as that fucking weed.

Aw!

Every house in the fecking street
is getting one!

I am fed up of cleaning dog dirt
from my wheels.

You know, in Holland,

it is considered a breach
of human rights to leave dog shit on the public highway.

A civilised country.

And I can understand
why they acquiesced to the Nazis,

you know, the Dutch.

Why fight,
when you've no chance of winning.

You're dying!

The blood tests
and all that... bollocks,

it's real.

I know that.

I'm no fool.

I've felt it in me a long while.
Only question was when.

Why didn't you go and see a doctor,
you daft old bint!

You've got God's Own Pharmacist next
door feeling personally responsible.

Why would that woman matter to me?!

This is the best use of the time
you have left, is it? Dog shit?!

Well, what would you have me do?!

Sit here and consider
my imminent death?

Or consider my many faults
and failings?

Physically, things already have
begun to get more difficult.

Yeah, well, you know,
if there's anything we can do...

getting you more comfortable
and all that.

I'm not good
with colostomies though.

There is only one final request
I would make.

I would like to see Ireland
one last time.

I wouldn't. Having detested
the place her whole life,

she now wants to return,
kiss the soil.

Well, I would dip
into my savings, you know,

but they are conspicuous in the
sense that they don't fucking exist.

What if something happened
over there? We'd need to pay to repatriate the body.

Not like she's family.

We really are strapped.

A guilty conscience
only stretches so far, it seems.

No, not this boy. Not any more.

I'm financing Marty
at the moment, Frank.

50 quid.

That's not gonna
get you to Ireland.

It's all I need.

Right, get your hat and coat.
We leave in 20 minutes.

I haven't packed.

You won't need to.
And bring your bus pass.

Where are you going?

To get drugs.

A bus to Ireland...
I will not go to Holyhead!

I fecking hate the Welsh.

Jesus Christ!
I nearly filled my thong.

You all right?

Karen?

What do I do, G?

A woman in my situation.

What do I do?

Look, keep your head, please.

For what it's worth,
it was a mistake.

Yeah.

It was.

This is getting old, you know.

Flirty, hard to get,
flirty, hard to get.

It's too high maintenance.

What's going on?

'One time.'

I had sex with him, one time.

A couple of months ago.
We were both drunk.

It was just a stupid flirtation.

I need to put a lid on it.

I will.

Me and your dad...

are a bit lost.

He doesn't know anything about this.

Please don't say anything.

You're going to lose him.

Humiliating. Travelling
with the whole bunch of beggars.

Just because they travel by bus
doesn't make them beggars,

you miserable fucking crone.

So, the fact that I don't like
the stench of urine makes me a snob?

Why have you brought me
to this Godforsaken, dreary...

Shut up and pay attention.

To the left, Birkenhead.
To the right it's the... you know.

Three legs, Isle of Man. Don't look
back, it's the House of Scouse.

Steal your eyeballs
if you look directly at them.

But there, straight ahead,
as the crow flies...

Ireland.

As I live and breathe.

Something I could never work
out about your dad.

Honestly, don't bother.
I thought I locked the door...?

Always running away,
from Liverpool to London, to here,

to Jockland, Australia,
New Zealand

Yeah. Fresh starts,
trying to do the best by his family.

You are aware
of the concept of privacy?

Couldn't flee himself,
though, could he?

Couldn't shake his own
inadequacies everywhere he went.

He just needed a break.

Broke our hearts, that's for sure.

Addiction's an illness.

It's indulgence
gone too far, then "boo-hoo-hoo"

when the time comes to pay the price.

Do you mind?
I'd like to get out now.

Go ahead.

What?!

See, this is the legacy
from your dad.

What is?

This insecurity about your looks.

You might be an ugly duckling,
but you'll blossom, mark me.

Might not soon, but it'll come.

Shall we go somewhere else?

No, here's good.

I was in a bad place.

It never should've happened.
I'm sorry. Truly.

It's not so much fucking my man,
cos men are stupid.

But my little boy gets to see Mummy
and Daddy under different roofs,

because some slapper
dangled her arse in his face?

I'd have never split your family up.

Why?

Because Jamie didn't matter to you?
That's even more insulting.

I cared about him.

But...?

There's someone else who matters
very much. It's complicated.

Bollocks.

Why would I lie?

For sympathy, you scheming cow.

You're like the star
of your own little tragedy, Gloria,

you always have been.

I'm sitting here...

trying to think of the single
most perfect moment of my life.

There's something more perfect
than a bag of chips by the seaside?

Was it a moment with my daddy?

Was it a lover, or a child?

Or a beautiful place,

or a wonderful evening?

We used to measure enjoyment
by what you couldn't remember.

Blacking out equalled a good night,
a direct correlation.

What a fucking waste.

Ah, now. No regrets.

That really is a fecking waste.

I think...

it was the first time
I laid my naked breast

against the bare flesh of a boy.

It was so... exhilarating.

You dark horse.

Ah, no, not at all.

There was no... clumsy groping,
no fumbling onwards,

it was just that.

15 years old, I was,

with far too much
dreaming in my soul.

It was absolutely pure.

It was perfect.

For me was when our Fiona was born.

I went on a five-day bender,
straight from hospital.

Ended up in Brighton.

First time I ever took GBH.

Best five days of my life.

Could you...

wheel me down, a bit closer?

I can see it.

It's 120 miles away.

Superman couldn't see
Ireland from here.

I can see it...

smell it, taste it.

Could you give me some time, please?

Just an hour would be wonderful.

Yeah.

Thank you, Frank.

Yeah, well, you know, whatever.

Know what this is?

Nope. I don't wanna know.

What're are you being so cranky for?

Nothing.

I could just do without
the constant history lessons,

all right?

You can't just brush these things
under the carpet. It's unhealthy.

I thought you were flinging
Paddy's things out...

so that you and Billy can recommit
to your freak-show marriage.

Say what you see, kiddo.

Oh, I fucking will.

You do.

This is the journal

they made your dad keep
during his third spell in rehab.

I don't want to know.

Where he talks about
how much he loves you.

Pack it in.

But not as much as
he loves the smack.

Stop.

He was a weak man,
who put my mother in an early grave.

That is a fucking lie.

Hard to think he had the same
genes as me and our Bobbi.

It was you. It's your fucking fault.

You were the reason that
his life went down the toilet.

Bullshit.

You got him on the drugs,
you took his livelihood off him...

Livelihood? What livelihood?

Everything that was Paddy Maguire's
was supposed to be my dad's.

It was my dad's right,
it was his inheritance.

And you gave it
to some scummy Irish fuck.

Oh, you're deluded, kid.

No, you're deluded, if you think you
can talk about my dad like that.

You just can't keep
your mouth shut, can you?

I practically beg you,
and you can't fucking stop.

I have hated you my whole life...

you fat, thieving,

drug-dealing,

murdering,

abusive... Scouse... slag.

I'm not fat. I'm a size 10.

What's going on?

You're weak. Just like your father.

Up the stairs. Now.

Please, please be careful.
We've got a party tomorrow.

It's our anniversary.
Don't move.

Up. Up!

OK.

Mam?

See, I told you.

If they take one step in this room,
I'll slice your carotid artery...

that's the one
you don't recover from.

Ruby, what's going on?

I'm going to kill your mother,
as it happens.

I don't have time
for this today, Ruby!

I want to speak to her.
Well, you can't. She's indisposed.

Send out an item of clothing,
so we know she's alive.

How the fuck is an item of clothing
going to show us she's alive?

Pint of lager, and two...

Just a pint.

I am, I'm at me Mam's.

Let me speak to her, then.

I can't, she's indisposed.

Who else is there?

Ruby, Billy...

Well, let me speak to Ruby, then.

I can't.

What the fuck is going on?

It's hard to explain.

Don't lie.

'I'm telling the truth.'

This is ridiculous,
you've got to trust me.

Listen, babe, I need to go.
I'll call you later, yeah?

I know what I'm going to do.

I'm going to ask your dad
to marry me.

I can't take any more secrets.

No, we're already married,
dummy, I'm going to ask him

to renew our vows.

And I'm going to do it properly -
down on one knee, propose, the lot.

Maybe we can go on honeymoon, as
we didn't get the first time around.

How are you going to pay for it all?

We're doing all right,
between him and me.

At least it's something.

What's all this about, Ruby?

It's about putting right
30 years of lies.

About finally being free
to get on with my life.

You're not going kill her.

Come on,
you'd have done it already.

This little bitch has cut my face,
Jamie! I want her hurt!

You're not helping, Mam!

You all right, babe?
I spoke to the priest.

He's scared shitless,
but he is coming.

You know, I don't think
they're taking me seriously.

Why would they?

Fair point.

Mam!

Unusual to see you out
the pub at this time of day.

Well, I had a horse.

I spoke to Karen,
told her I had someone else

in my life,
but she didn't buy it.

Why would she?

Would it help the equilibrium
if I go and ride Karen?

Even things up a bit?

It's not funny.

She really frightened me.

Are you coming home later?

Maybe.

Ruby, talk to me.

Time for another quick one.

Our granddad did a bit of local
lending, some money on the streets

in Toxteth, looked after some doors,

did a bit of security -
small stuff, in the '70s.

I know the legend,
me mam's told me often enough.

Yeah, well, it should have gone
to my dad, he was the oldest.

But no, no, Paddy and your ma
introduced him to smack,

and he never shook it.
So they just took what was his.

That was another time, another city.

Well it's here
and fucking now, for me!

I had this all down

to some female pre-menstrual thing.
I see I was wrong. What's your master plan, then, eh?

What's your exit strategy?

I just lost my temper.

Jamie, get a lick on.

This idiot stabbed me in the leg
and I've lost a lot of blood.

You haven't got the fucking balls.

I have nothing to lose.

Is she talking? I heard her talking.

Don't go leaping off tall buildings
just yet. Calm down.

I heard you, babe. Everything's set
for tomorrow. I got the cup-cakes.

Cup cakes?

Important anniversary - the first.

Congratulations.

Mimi, talk to me, babe!

Mimi!

What the fuck do you think
you're doing?

I needed a word in private.

You've crossed the line.

If it makes you feel any better,
you and me could fuck right now...

even the score up with your husband.

Dream on.

The human heart, physical desire,

takes us all to places
that we didn't think we'd go.

That's the beauty of it,
the wonder of it.

Oh, that's very handy - a 'get out
of jail free' card. "It's not me,

"it's my fucking libido."

Come on, Karen, you're not
lily-white, none of us are.

My dark heart takes me places
it shouldn't, on a daily basis.

Like my bedroom?

You need to get off
my sister's back.

She's trying to make a future.

I need you to leave.

Now!

All right, all right! Give me
50 grand and I'll let her go.

We don't have 50 grand!
Just come out!

Your dad was a rotten,
fucking junkie,

long before Paddy
came on the scene.

Bullshit.

That's why your granddad
didn't pass his shit on.

He'd have smoked it all away.

Paddy Maguire might be an arse,
in many ways,

but he did everything
he could for our Kenny.

That is a fucking lie!

Your dad was on the brown
since his teens.

Mam, we'll have you
out there in no time, yeah?

I can't stay here.

Ruby!!!

Do you think she's faking it?

I said to Karen, "My dark heart
takes me places it shouldn't."

Shut up!

I fucking did!

You sound like a pirate.

Might've thought you were going to
make her walk the plank.

Never heard it called that before.

Fuck off!

You fuck off!

You can't go barging into women's
bedrooms, defending my honour,

just cos someone casts a glance.

Thank you.

I also said that you're trying
to build yourself a future.

Are you?

Is it love? Proper love?

I'm absolutely,
completely sure it is.

It's not a mistake?

No.

Then, carry on.

I've shut up shop.
Wanted a lock-in, but...

I can't get used to that.

She looks really peaceful.

She's fucking dead.

It was an accident.

Maybe for the best - troubled girl.

I could've made her happy.

Not enough she's your cousin -
now it's necrophilia?

Uh, "could've" - past tense.

She can still make you happy.

Enough!

Mam, what's the plan?

Could be the loss of blood,
but I'm fucking starving.

I can make you a cheese toastie.

Nah, not dairy products, mate -
not with that wound.

Could turn her stomach,
and if she starts puking up,

as well as her blood loss...

I meant,
what's the plan with the body...

the corpse of the cousin
sitting on the chair?

She's run away with her boyfriend,
hasn't she?

Shallow grave -
somewhere joggers won't go,

but foxes and badgers will,
once they catch the scent.

Don't.

Did you sleep all right?

Mm.

I need to get started.

I've got clients to see.

What's with all the cloak and dagger
at this time in the morning?

See for yourself.

If this is a joke...

No joke.

JESUS CHRIST!

You murdered her?

No, I didn't.

She stabbed Mam,
took a tumble out the window.

Three witnesses, swear to God.

And since you're making
all the decisions now,

I thought you might have a plan.

I think we're a better team when we
share responsibility, don't you?

Oh, fuck.

Oh...

Oh, fuck.

Patty!

Patty?

Patty!

Patty!

Pa...

Oh, fuck. No.

Fucking...

Scouse tide.

Well, I hope you made it.

You mad...

fucking crone.

Just like that - up and gone?

Yeah. Her and the fella,
ne'er so much as a backward glance.

Yeah, but who was he?

Seemed to know her from long ago...

come over to take her back
to the old Emerald thing.

To think of the minutes and seconds
I've wasted feeling sorry for her.

Though not so sorry you'd
stump up for a ferry trip.

Oh... How long are you
going to milk this?

As long as I can.

To Patty.

I've got a frock to get into.

You're not still
going ahead with that?

After the 48 hours I've had -
bet your fucking life.

About the frock...

You lying cunt.

It's how she would have wanted it.

Tell me she's all right.

She's all right.

I'll miss her, you know.

Nice to have the living room back.

Hello?

They have to leave you
one light per room - by law.

Who has?

Court-appointed bailiffs.

How much?

Everything - house included.

We have to vacate by tomorrow.

You should've told me.

You were too busy fucking
your little pharmacy pal.

Calum, is it?

Our time's up, baby...

you don't want me,
I don't want you...

this is just a symptom.

Please don't...

It's a good thing.

Don't fight it.

Sorted the admin,
so it's on me, mostly.

Where are you going?

I'm leaving, baby.

I've got a lady.

Her and me, we've got a chance.

Who is she?

I'll be in touch.

I'm not sure about this.

This is how much I love you -
I want to inhabit your skin.

No, I mean...

you've got a better figure than me
in that fucking dress.

Can you see me black eye?

No.

See the cut on my cheek?

It looks perfect.

Ah well -
two out of three isn't bad.

Better get this done quick.

Same as the last year, Father.
But with a few modifications.

I, William Tutton, take you...

Katherine Mimi
Harmonica Joy Maguire...

you taught me, nurtured me...

I will respect and treasure you
with every atom of my being.

Trust and love will ensure
we walk towards our futures

together, as one...

I will fuck no-one else.

Nor will I.

And should my jizz
ever dry up again...

only I will milk you
back to health.

I, again, pronounce you,
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Mimi! Mimi, are you all right?

What would it be like
to have peace of mind?

'Instead of this.

'Death. Deviant sex.
Inconvenient truths.

'One murder.
Vows exchanged and broken.

'Scurrilous lies.
Hostage-taking.

'What a week.

'I'll miss the old place.

'Underfed, unwashed, inbred,
skiving, scrounging,

'leeching gobshites that they are,
every last one.

'But then, they're our gobshites.
Are they not?'

It's against the law, you know.

Shagging dead people
is against the law.

I wasn't going to... shag her. Jesus.

No?

Just...

making sure
she was all right, wasn't I?

Yeah. Sure you were.

Now go on - get the fuck home.

Come on, you dirty bastard.
She's your cousin.

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