All language subtitles for s2-1 enjç

You know, I do, I do
want to get better.

So, you... you'll be starting tomorrow,
but the father wants to meet you first.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's actually my, uh, son
that... Who needs tutoring.

Hello, Etienne.

His mother
died recently.

What about you and
children, Vish?

I want what Shona wants.

I want to set up a kind of
client networking event.

- What would you want me to do?
- Just set it up with me.

- Change the world, baby.
- Okay!

Can't a woman not bake a
cake for a gentleman friend?

I love you, Shona,

and I would like for the two of
us to spend our lives together.

Hey, do you wanna...
do you wanna hear a joke?

How many therapists does it
take to change a light bulb?

One. But the light bulb has
to really want to change.

Hmm.

I'm
already relaxed.

Do you want some water?

This is actually not as hot as
the reviews say. It's quite nice.

- Yeah.
- Lovely.

My hairdresser said
it cleared up her acne

- for a week.
- Oh, my God. Brilliant.

It's a bit like, um, a confession
booth, but less creepy.

- Yeah.
- "Give us all your bad thoughts there now",

and I'll look after
them for ya."

I suppose that's what
therapy is, really.

Oh, my God. Priests were the
original free therapists for people.

Oh, people. God love people.

- God love people.
- Oh, I meant to tell you.

- Thinking about getting a fringe.
- What? Why? You okay?

Are you unhappy about moving in?

Aine, we're getting
married in two months.

- Don't be stupid.
- Okay, and you're happy?

Why're you asking me that?

Yes, I'm happy!

Just fancy the fringe.

I was actually just
thinking how lucky I am

- to be with Vish.
- Oh.

Yeah, and moving in proves.

Proves what to who? Judge Judy?

- I didn't say proves. I...
- You did!

I meant "shows." Like

you know, you have to
show, in, in life, and...

- Can you stop interrupting me?
- You interrupt me all the time.

Shut up. You have
to show in life,

if you're, you know, if you're
either in or you're out,

and I'm, I'm out. In. I'm in.

I'm in.

Do I get
keys for Vish's?

- Huh, yeah. 'Course.
- I mean, it's his house, but...

- Yeah, I mean, it's your home, too.
- Oh, did he say that?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Well, no, but that's
what he thinks.

I mean, I'll hardly be there,
'cause it's so far out of London.

It's 20 minutes
on the Overground.

- And there's heated flooring.
- Twenty minutes.

God, that'll take
me ages.

Do you really need
help packing tomorrow?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Oh, yeah.

I literally do
everything for you.

Oh, God, I was joking.
You only have to ask...

And I've got my big date with
Richard tomorrow, so... SHONA: Oh, God.

- Mmm...
- No, I don't want your opinion.

I'm really excited about
it. So don't. Shut up.

- Ooh.
- I can feel it now. It's.

- Yeah. It's just a little hot.
- Hot.

- It's grand though. It's nice.
- Yeah. Yeah.

God, I look
like a fuckin' pig.

- Ugh.
- Just keep your face up to the lights.

- It's antibacterial.
- Oh, yeah.

I hate my
skin. It's disgusting.

I wish we were Spanish.

- Ow!
- Oh, sorry. My toe just went in your gash.

- Oh, God.
- Sorry. Hang on.

Oh, pfft.

Hail Mary, full of
grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women, and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Hail Mary, mother of God, pray for us
sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

- Okay. That's the time.
- Time.

Oh, my
God. You slurp so loudly.

- Just look... look how quietly I can drink.
- Shh!

You see?

Oh... Oh...

It's like some kind
of Nazi experiment.

Just keep going.

Give it to me now.
Give it to me.

Give it to me!

Just one minute left.

- I'm dying. Aine.
- What?

Aah! Aah. Shona.

- Oh! Oh, God.
- Oh, thank fuck for that.

Open the...

You don't
understand. It is not weird

I am going to say goodbye to
Etienne at the station, Shona.

Can you just go easy on that?

- It's forty quid a bottle.
- Please, sir, can I have some more?

It's cooling my face, and we
look like a pair of clowns.

And anyways, he asked me to go
to the station to say goodbye.

It's the first time he's going back
to France since his mother died,

so I'm actually
being a good person.

Oh, such a good person you're
gonna sleep with his dad

- as soon as he gets on the train.
- No.

Going to at least wait until he
crosses over into France. Ha, ha.

Can you just dab it lightly?

I'm dabbing lightly.

You know what? It'd
be nice to be in bed

with someone at night other
than my pile of shit boyfriend.

What pile of shit
boyfriend? Freddie?

- No. Freddie. No.
- Just, like, the pile of shit.

There's a pile of shit on
the other side of my bed.

Like a laptop, hairbrushes,
a belt. I don't know.

And it's all rolled
like a sausage roll,

into the place where
a person should be.

And I actually... I actually
can't take it anymore.

Just clear it off your bed.

It'd be nice to have a
reason to clear it off.

- It's not that easy.
- Oh. I just hate sad men,

using their sadness,
like their dead wives.

- She wasn't his wife. She was the woman that he got pregnant...
- To manipulate women.

- That he barely spoke to...
- You know, we all fall for it. Men love young models.

Women love old, sad
men. It's so stupid.

Thank you for calling
me a young model.

- Look at my nose.
- Look at my actual whole face.

- Okay, I gotta go.
- Ooh! Me, too. Yes, okay. Um...

- Thanks for the sauna. I love you. Bye!
- Love you.

You!

Whoo!

Hi!

- Did you burn your face?
Did you run here?

Oh, no. It's... Oh, no. I, um,

no, I was in a sauna
with my sister.

Which is not half as, um,
"hot sisters" as it sounds.

So... - Oh. That's
okay. I'm, uh, more into cousins.

Um...
Désolé, uh, this is Aine.

- This is Roman, who is, uh, Etienne's chaperone for the trip.
- Bonjour, ma'am.

Désolé. Get Rosetta
Stone over here.

Um, and,

please look after him.
He's very precious to us.

- I'm not a baby.
- I can have gone on my own.

But then you would have looked
like a sad little Harry Potter

on the train on your
own. So...

Well, you want to say
goodbye to your parents?

- Oh, I'm, I'm not his...
She's not

Oh, désolé.

Yes. So, um...

A-and also I'm... . Too young.

It would have been one of those
town scandal pregnancies, you know?

Right. Does that make me old?

- Aged, Richard.
- Oh, okay.

More like a chee...
like a cheddar.

- You know, like an aged cheddar.
- Oh.

I was really hoping you were
gonna say a nice bottle of wine.

- Guys,

le train.

- Sorry. Sorry. Um...

Bye, Dad.

Okay. Bye.

Uh, yeah.

Okay. Good.

Oh! Um...

Aw.

Bye! Bye!

Bye. Bye-bye. AINE:
Bye, guys. Bye, Etienne!

- Bye.
- Bye!

Bye, Etienne!

Bye!

I feel like we're, um, actors
in a 1970s studio sitcom.

'Cause we have to wave
over the credits till it ends.

Bye!

Production designer. Costume.

- Uh, bye! Are you okay?
- Ugh.

Ugh.

- Oh, he's, uh... Where's he gone?
- Oh!

Is he definitely

I think he is.

Okay, um...

Yep, maybe if we, uh...

Hmm.

I have to go to work.

- I really, I'm running late.
- I know, I know. I know.

- I will, um... Okay.
- Okay.

- I will see you tomorrow night.
- Yes.

- I'm cooking. So, um...
- Blech.

Get excited.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Bye. Bye-bye-bye.
- Okay. Bye!

Bye! Bye!

Morning, Judy.

Do you have... Thank you.

- Have you been drinking?
- What?

Oh, no. I was, um,
at a sauna for lunch.

Whoo. Eating lunch in a sauna.

No.

No, I wasn't

Thanks so much, but I can't
actually make that date,

as much as I'd love to
celebrate your big day.

Oh, shit. I don't know why that...
- Delighted to be invited, though.

I... Oh, fuck.

Maura and Tom have
hit it off, so I'm calling them "Mom."

And can I just say wasn't it
nice earlier watching "Mom"

get a bit of tongue
action?

Oh, God, that's certainly wrong.

How are
you? MAN : Good.

I feel like we've
moved on a bit. Yeah?

It's nice
that I feel comfortable

doing this now. WOMAN
: I know.

You know, I think
the confidence is coming out a bit.

Well, not a bit, actually.
A lot.

Which is really, really
good, because obviously,

I like a confident man.

Things are going really well.

Oh, come on, mate.

No, of course.
It's your home now, too.

But just, the stuff
that gets nailed, maybe

we can just discuss
what goes where,

when I get back?

Yeah, no, of course. I mean, it's
just obvious this was perfect here.

But, you know, anything else,

like big structural changes,
I-I'll check with you.

Um...

I'm joking, you idiot.

Okay.

Fuck off! Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah.
Listen, just quickly,

um, did you send,
um, save the dates?

Yeah. I mean, I didn't
send one to Aine

because I thought it'd
be a waste of post.

Oh, not that. It's just, um,
some people at work, uh, got one.

- People? I just sent one to Charlotte.
- She's on your list. Right?

Yeah, I just thought keep
numbers to friends and family,

and, and maybe that
and, and stuff like that

we can also do together.

Yeah. Course. Yeah,
yeah. Sorry. Yeah.

Don't say sorry.

Oh. Door.

: I have
traveled land and sea,

across the Serengeti just
to be here, but here I am.

- It's far, isn't it?
- : So far.

Okay, it's not that far.
- Oh, my God.

And, and shoes.
I got, I got slippers by the bench.

You even got your creepy
little robot butler.

Don't put on
Vish's moccasins, though,

'cause they make my
vagina .

Blech. VISH : Those
moccasins were my grandmother's, thank you.

Ooh!

- Heated floor!
- It's nuts, isn't it?

- Oh, and look. Look at this.
- Heated floors!

Oh, oh, yes!

Oh, yeah!

It's like
you've never been warm before.

- Aah-ha-ha-ha!
- Right?

- Yes!
- It's great when you've got your period

'cause then the whole floor's
like a hot water bottle.

- Oh, lovely.
- It's so lovely.

Oh, my God. We can
make heat angels.

Look!

Heated floors, baby!

See, this is why it's
worth moving out.

- Oh, no, it's just too far.
- It's not worth moving for that alone.

- It's too far.
- It's so far out.

Oh, my God.

Is that your
motherfucking garden?

Yeah. AINE: Oh!

- It's motherfucking massive.
- Whoo!

So, come here, can I just put
everything where I think it should go?

Yeah, I mean, uh, most of it just
go-goes in the cupboards, really.

Yeah, but I meant more like,
you know, like, display items.

Like

Like what?
- Like, um,

like, I think I should
leave out the egg duck.

'Cause then it's just
really easy to access eggs,

- you know, 'cause they're just...
- Mmm!

They're in the duck. See?

Oh, my God, it's
Baltic. My nips.

Hey, babe, show her
the, uh, little baby me.

Oh, yeah! Oh, my God.

Oh, I knew you wanted
babies really, Vish.

Oh, my God!

It's like a war crime.

- What are you gonna do with that?
- Aw.

I'm gonna snuggle.

Or I might open up the
stitching at the back and

Oh, Vish.

Oh, brother, no. Please,
brother!

- It's so handy he's got two faces.
- Oh, yeah.

- 'Cause he can do you.
- Yeah.

Cunnilingi me. Ana-lingi you!

Wish I was there. Strangely.

- Well, I'm all cleaned out.
- Thank you very much.

How much more have
you got left, Shona?

Why? What
time is your date?

Eight o'clock. It's going
to take me ages to get back.

God. Hey,
can I have that, um,

egg duck, if it doesn't
stay at the house?

No. Granny gave it
to me. It's mine.

Yeah, but it looks stupid here.

It doesn't look
stupid. You're stupid.

- What?
- And you picked the Spanish tin.

- I know, but...
- God, why did I pick the Spanish tin?

Just like, listen, okay?

You're essentially planning on
sleeping with your boss tonight.

Which isn't great
as a plan.

I mean, what would
your therapist say?

My therapist has already said,
in no uncertain medical terms,

"Well, bitch, you go, girl. You
catch yourself some sweet D tonight.

'Cause honey, life is short,
and you are fabulous."

- That's what she said.
- I was being serious, but

you're obviously
dying to go, so just.

Shona.

God, you know what?

Sometimes you can just go so
long without being touched.

Just go on an app, Aine.

Yeah. I'll just go
on an app and say,

"Hey, guys. I'm lonely. Touch
me." And see where that gets me.

I really like him, Shona.

You know, sometimes you talk
like you're the only one

who's ever sad. It's annoying.

Are you all right?

You said you wanted to get a
fringe earlier, and it worried me.

What? I'm fine. Shut up.

Oh, hello, your old bodhráin.

Excusez moi.

Oh, my God. Has there
ever been a better idea

than we were gonna call
our band "The Corrs-Lite?"

Yeah, but that was one of those, "You'd
never live up to the name" ideas.

That's
a horrible sound.

- God, you genuinely are so good at that.

Yeah, I know.

Sorry.

You, you've put me off.

- Right. I'm off to get laid. Whoo!
- Uh,

you're vile.

Use a condom. You
know he's fertile.

Well, yes. I always
wear protection.

Especially in this
wet weather. Ha!

I love you. Do you love
me? Goodbye. I love you.

- Do you love me?
- No.

- Do you love me?
- I love you! I love you.

- Ha, ha!
- Bye!

Go away!

- Ooh. Oh

Oh, feck!

- Ooh!
- You're disgusting.

- Oh, I'm sorry!
- I thought you were in the shower,

or, um, having
sex in the shower.

- Ugh!
- I'm sorry. It's just my processes take ages,

- and I'm really running late, so...
- Processes? Oh, my God.

You gonna suck a dick tonight?

Bradley!

- Probably?
- Probably.

Oh, my God. I mean,

I'll probably talk too much and
he'll, like, throw me out, anyways.

Now, you see that?
Don't do that.

- What? What, what, what?
- That. That shitting on yourself.

It's just so
boring. I hate that.

Oh. I mean, I was joking,
but, yes, okay, I'm fabulous,

and he's gonna want to marry me,

and then you can turn the spare room
into a sex dungeon, or whatever you want.

Mmm. Kinky. But
no, I'd miss, uh,

this bullshit too much.

Uh, I'm genuinely very ashamed.

But also, it's
burning, and I need...

- So, off.
- Yeah. Get that off.

And please use
protection, Catholic one.

Wow. I'm gonna go and have
sex with a man.

- Ooh! Oh.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

- You really shat me up.
- Sorry, I got stuck in traffic,

and this place is the
bloody wilderness.

- Yeah.
- Can I just

I feel like my arms are gonna
come out of their sockets.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Come in, come in.
- Thank you.

Oh, also, um, Mum
begged me to ask you

not to use the microwavable
rice packets with them,

because it's, um, a waste.

"Vaste" of all your
hard-earned cash.

And, um, you should just
buy a 70-ton bulk bag. So...

She said she can
send you the links.

- Bless her.
- Okay, I'll get the 70-ton bulk bag,

if it's microwavable.

- Yum!
- Mmm.

Do you want to stay for dinner?

You must be tired
from the driving.

Oh, um, I mean...

I'm not a long-distance
lorry driver.

I don't legally need to take naps
every four hours or anything.

No, no. I
just, um, you know.

You know what? We've
never hung out, you and I.

- Yeah, no.
- Uh, well, we never needed to.

- Yeah, just, we should, is all.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, I-I have a pub quiz
with the boys tonight, so...

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- Not, not tonight.

- Not tonight. Just, um...
- Yeah. Are you, are you, you okay?

You haven't put the... You
haven't put the stick down.

Oh! It's,
um, it's a drumstick.

- It's for my, um, bodhráin drum.
- Oh. Oh, cool.

I can play it for you if you...

Do you know what? You should go.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you should.
- I would love to hear that.

- Yeah. Another time. Another time.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Should I, uh, should
I put some music on, or.

What, some, like,
traditional Irish music?

- Hmm?
- I was wondering if you were gonna make jokes about this.

- Oh, sorry.
- No, that's good.

It's, uh, it's nice to laugh.

Mmm. Mmm.

- Christ.
- Oh, what?

I just heard myself,
"It's nice to laugh."

Oh. There's a hot
new take there, Richard.

- One second.
- Oh.

Hmm.

When did you first know
you fancied me?

Um, uh, the first time you
went upstairs to see Etienne

in one of your little skirts.

- Mr. Kirby.
- That's my work uniform.

- Office?
- Yeah.

Oh...

- Uh, sorry. Might just take a few, um...
- No, no, no, that's fine.

- Yeah.
- Just, um... Yeah.

Do you want...
Can I do anything?

Um, no, no. Um, sorry.

- Maybe I did need some traditional Irish music after all.
- Oh!

- I mean, I could still sing you something. You know.
- Right.

Uh, there's one
song about this time

when the British soldiers
were fucking awful in Cork.

It was a horn guarantee so...

Yeah.

Um...

Do you mind if, uh,
could we change it up.

- Oh, no, no, no. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- I just, um... Yeah.

Yeah. Maybe you could, like.

- No, no. No.
- No? If we...

- Oh...
- I just, um...

Oh, no, no, no. You
don't have to...

- No, no, no, no. Honestly, you don't.
- Please, please, please?

- I want to. I want to. If that's okay.
- Oh...

- Oh, I mean, absolutely. Obviously, yeah, but, um...
- Okay.

- Yeah, I just feel a bit guilty, so, yeah. Okay.
- No, no.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- There?
- Oh, yeah. Yes.

Yes. Yep, yep.

Ooh. Aah.

Jesus Christ.
Fuckin' hell. Jesus.

Oh, ho, ho...

Honey, did I hurt you?

No. God, I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, God, that was lovely.

- Honey, I'm, I'm trying to work out...
- Oh, gosh.

I just think it was just like...

It's really like... Ooh.

Like pure, pure

hit of happiness and
then just having.

So, like, like, good?

Oh... Uh...

I don't think I've ever
heard so many Jesuses.

- Mmm, yeah.
- Sorry to talk about my ex in bed.