All language subtitles for Spirited s01e06 Cats in the Cradle.eng

Look, I'm sorry, honey,
but I have to go.

OK? You know I have to go.

I can't just sit around here
and... and simmer

because you feel like you might need
someone around.

This is important to me.

Would you just stop it?
It's just emotional blackmail.

Please. I mean it.

Fine. This is the way
it's going to be.

I am very sorry, honey. I really am.

But there is nothing more
that I can do...

Hey.
Look. I've noticed something.

This place - all around here
and into the waiting room

and beyond, into the room
with the pneumatic chair...

it's a place filled with fear.

Hmm.

Yes, it's always interested me - that
patients' fear of going to the dentist.

It's completely unfounded
given contemporary practices.

Oh, morning, Linda.
Hi.

Um... you're talking to yourself.

Oops! Thank you.

Though I stand in the pool
of fear, I am not afraid.

Oh, that's lovely. But I don't know
what a ghost would be afraid of.

What are you afraid of?

Well, I know
how to handle my fear.

Oh, really?
Mmm.

Do tell, Dr Darling.

I thought you'd never ask.

Impressive.

Ah!

There's something brewing
in the air, Suze.

I can feel it.

- Try doing a few...
- ..Cartwheels.

Yeah, I'll bear that in mind.

Mmm.

Well, it's perfect for my needs, Don.

Because my needs are simple.

Sign here?
Yep.

And just your initials
on the bottom of all pages.

And the duplicate as well?
Ta.

Will your wife be joining you?

No. Separated.

Me too. And so's Roger over in three
and Dom in six.

Hmm.

We play five hundred occasionally.
Do you play?

Sorry, bud.

Not old enough to play cards.

Hot water system takes 20-cent pieces.
Change available from the office.

If you're going to clean fish,
do it down the boat ramp

and not near the barbecue.

Fantastic. Love it.

Oh. How long do you get
for your 20 cents?

Two minutes.

Not bad.

Go on. Have a go on that

Seriously? Can I have one?

Light, you bastard. Light!

Don't forget to pick up
the dry-cleaning.

Of course.
Who are you gonna do?

Haven't decided.

Just make sure you get the red one.

Uh, do you want some blueberries?

Yes, thanks.

Oh, Steve. What a lovely fish.

I thought you'd appreciate
the gesture.

That is fresh out of the sea.

Oh, poof!
What's that pong?

That, my dear,
is a freshly caught snapper.

Hmm.
Elvis.

Come here and see what I've done.

I have caught a fish.

But more importantly,
who's got a birthday coming up?

Me.
Thought about a party?

He says he can't be bothered
organising one.

Well, I'll do it.

Big 1-4. My place.

My new place.

Dad has moved into a caravan.

Great. Why?

That's a good question.
Mmm. That is a good question.

Short answer is...

I'm trying to get back to
just me. Yeah?

The... the essence of Steve Darling.

Oh, I'll come to the party.
Great.

Grab some of your friends
and we'll make a night of it.

Sure.

Tell you what, why don't we go out,
grab you a few bits and pieces,

and we can start planning?

Want to break the mould
with this one. New kind of party.

Like where I'm coming from?
Yeah. That sounds interesting.

Well, what about
a hard-disk recorder?

Oh, you don't want one of those.
Yes, I do. You asked me what I wanted.

Look, you've got to
think more long-term.

What about the sort of present
that gives to others?

Now, have you heard
of this great program

where you can buy a goat
for an African village?

No.

So, I donate some money
on your behalf,

and an entire village
drinks milk for a year.

Now, I'd call that a pretty interesting
birthday present, wouldn't you?

I guess.

Look, sometimes
you've got to step back

and look at the bigger picture.

We're a global community.

Have you ever milked a goat?
No.

That is something
we should have a go at.

Give a man a goat,
he can eat for a day.

Teach a man how to milk that goat,
he can eat for a year.

Well, drink.

And eat.

If he kills the goat after he milks it.

Open.

And close together.

Thank you.

Mm-hm.

Can I help you?

Hello.

Well, if you have an appointment, you
just wait in the waiting room, please.

My name is Adrian Barnes. I work
for Clayton Burgess and Associates.

We're, um, investigating the legal
matters of a former resident.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.
I don't think I can help you.

I've only been living here
for a short while.

Well, it won't take long.

Perhaps there's somewhere
we can go and chat without, uh...

I'm with a patient at the moment.

OK.

We'll just... we're almost done here.
OK.

Is this a relative?
It's my father.

Well, maybe I could speak with him.

He's dead.
Right.

Uh, look, maybe I can take you up
to see Rocco in unit 17.

He's the caretaker.

I'm just going to prepare
a fluoride treatment.

I'll be back in a tick.

OK?
Yeah.

Yeah.

He's usually home.
That's alright.

Hello, Suzy.
Hello. Sorry to bother you.

This man came into my surgery.

He's a lawyer chasing up
the personal effects of an ex-resident.

I thought you could help him.

Oh, no. Dear, oh, dear.

Uh, can you help him?

Uh...

uh, y-yes.

Certainly.
OK. Sorry.

It's a pain,
but I'll just leave you to it.

OK. See you.
Thank you so much.

Thank you.
Suzy?

Is this you? It's nice.

Tea?
No, thanks.

Yes, lovely.

Are you alright?
Yes.

You don't have to do this now.

I'm sure he can wait.

I'm sure it won't take long.

Yes, I wonder how you can
help me, Mr Bukowski.

I get the feeling you're
going to be most informative.

It's been so long.
I thought we'd heard the end of it.

Could I have
a glass of water, please?

I don't think
you should do this now.

We'll make another time.
Yes.

You're not feeling well.

Well, if there is a time
that suits you better...

We can do that.
It's within our rights.

You just sit here and rest.

My darling.

I'll be in touch.

We'll be fine.

We'll be fine.
Oh...

Hey. How are you doing?

What?

Oh!

That was not two minutes!

Steve Darling speaking.

Great. What's he offering?

Yeah, right.

Listen, Martin, let's lay
some ground rules, shall we?

You don't call me with offers
below five mil,

because I won't be selling the house
for anything less than that.

Is that clear?

Good.

Dickhead.

Rocco? Darling?

Tea's ready.

Rocco?

Where are you?

Did you just see me?

You did.
You saw me, you old bastard.

Oi! Rocco!

Rocco!

That's awful. Oh, dear.

I know.
Poor Rita.

What's going on?

Oh, um, I'll tell you later, OK?
Can you take your sister upstairs?

Thanks, Elvis.

So, was it a heart attack or...?

I think so.
Yeah.

You know they were together
for over 40 years?

What's going on?
That's not me, is it? Is that me?

Have they found me down
in the basement, under some rock?

Oh, Rocco. Rest in peace.

Rocco?

Oh, my God.

Button isn't working.
Elvis!

Come on, kids. I said upstairs, please.

What happened, Mum?

Oh, it's Rocco. He got sick.

Did he die?
Unbelievable.

I'm afraid so.

Why did they have to cover him up?

So they didn't
freak anybody out.

I think we should go and see Rita.
She's probably sad.

Oh, that's a good idea.
Yeah, we'll pop down and see her later.

I saw him leave the building.
He jumped in a cab and drove away.

He was wearing a suit.
He had a little suitcase.

I go downstairs and he's being
wheeled out in a body bag.

Oh, you're getting
your times mixed up.

He must have popped out
for some milk.

What, in a suit?

And then came back later and died.

No, no, no, no, no.
Rocco died. He was dead.

Moments later, a cab pulls up
to take him... somewhere.

So you think you saw
Rocco's ghost?

Yep. And he saw me.

What did he do?

He didn't do anything.
He just fucking left.

Oh, this is brilliant.

The old man gets to go straightaway
and I don't.

Why?

Well, Rocco was old.
He lived all of his life.

Maybe... you don't get to leave until
you've experienced all of your journey.

Oh, wonderful. Magnificent.

What, so the successful journey's
just getting old, is it?

Doesn't matter if you waste
your existence eating sausages

and brushing crumbs off the table?

I lived every second of my existence
as if it were my last

and... if the universe
thinks that's wrong, then...

the universe can go fuck itself!

Steve, um, here are the bits
for the party

and, um, those books
I was telling you about.

Look, Steve, I'm...

I've made a decision
to try and get over you,

so I won't be doing
any more errands for you

or anything else bloody humiliating
and stupid.

Blind man! User!

Anything else like that.

Yeah, that felt good.

Yeah, really good.

Yes! OK.

Made you a sandwich.

Oh, maybe Rita doesn't feel like
a sandwich right now.

It's peanut butter.

Perhaps I'll eat it later.

So, should we start with the tie?

Oh, they said to bring three.

That one's nice.

This one?

You must be sad about Rocco.

Yes. Very.

Where is he now?

Well, his body's at the
funeral parlour waiting for...

I want him to look nice.

He always did look
handsome in a suit.

What about his soul?

Verity...

Elvis said when you die,
your soul goes somewhere else

and your body stays here.

His soul? I... I don't know.

It's gone.

To a... a better place.

I hope so.

I just feel... I mean,
I get the sense he's here with me.

Well, I mean, we don't know
what happens after life, do we?

I mean, we could go somewhere else,
drive off somewhere else,

or something along those lines.

This one?

My goodness.
Rocco wore that the night we met.

Oh.

What happened?

It was at a party.
In a car park, of all places.

He was there with
his idiot brother, Tony.

Tony made a beeline for me.

But I knew what I wanted.

And when we kissed
for the first time,

well, that's when
a girl knows, doesn't she?

When everything makes sense.

We dated for about a year

before he got up the courage
to ask my father...

Henry.

Henry.

I found this in Rocco's suit pocket.

Someone saw a man fall off a ferry,
October 15, 1982. No body was found.

What the f...?

No-one else saw it.

Could this be what happened?
Oh, fuck...

Mum, should I ask Rita
to come for a swim?

OK. That's a great idea. Mwah.

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry!

Oh! Sorry. Um...
Oh!

I've just been knocking on
the Bukowskis' door for 10 minutes.

Well, I'll let Rita know
that you dropped by.

Do you mind if I wait here?

Oh, she'll be a while.
Yeah, please.

Who's this weedy bastard?

Look, um, Rita's husband
passed away earlier today

and I don't think she's going to be
taking visitors for some time.

Oh, dear.

Um...

Here you are.

There's so much crying today.

That's 'cause dying's sad.
Mmm.

See you later.
Alright.

Don't forget your hat.
OK.

I'm really sorry about this.

It's just come as
a bit of a shock, that's all.

Oh. I didn't realise you knew Rocco.

Oh, I didn't. We just met.

It's just that I've been looking
for such a long time.

Fee, fie, foe, fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman.

What's he doing here?

I'm sorry. I have no idea
what you're talking about.

It's just that the link
was so close.

I mean, everything led
to these apartments.

Mr Bukowski knew something.
I could tell that he knew something.

Knew something about what?

My father may have lived
in this building years ago.

Who the hell are you?

Oh. So you're looking
for your father?

Yes. I haven't seen him
in a very long time.

His name is Henry Mallet.

That's not my son.

It's not.

My son's name's Apollo.

Apollo?

How do you know that name?

Oh, this is bullshit.

He's lying.
Ask him to prove it.

Did Mr Bukowski know
something about Henry?

Are there any letters lying around
that might have mentioned me?

I know that he lived here.
Um...

Ask him where he grew up, then.

I bet he doesn't even know.

Ask him what his favourite
fucking Nerve song is.

Even a photo would do.

I'm sorry. This is really...
It's freaking me out.

Um, I need five minutes.
Can you just give me five minutes?

Oh, dear.

No way.

Can't be. Not this dick.

Light, you bastard. Light.

Come on, you.
Light, you bastard. Light.

Come on.

Hello, Nervie.

Oh. Yes, hello.

Don't think I'm quite the Nervie
that you are, but still, hi.

Join me.

Oh... yes, of course.

Uh... you look a little, uh...

you look a little stressed there.

Rough morning?
Oh, yes.

Yeah, I hear that.

Listen, about Elvis's party...

Oh, you're going?
Well, he invited me.

I hope that's OK.
Oh, it's lovely.

Have you any idea what
he might like for a present?

Um, well, I'm getting him
a motorised tie rack.

Good choice.

You sure you're alright?
I just need a coffee.

Could I have a long black, please?

Henry Mallet is dead.

RIP, man.

But his spirit can't die.

His music lives on.

I mean, here we are, 30 years later,

talking about him
as if he were right here.

I have to go. Um...

Hmm.

So, is this always your response
to heavy shit? Run away?

Why did Rocco have that article
in his suit pocket?

I don't know.

Why has my life been
taken over by a ghost?

I wish I could help you
with that one.

"Where's my cab?"
"Where's my cab?"

Did it never occur to you that having
a son who you refuse to acknowledge

might - just might -
constitute unfinished business?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Why didn't you tell me
you had a child?

I've never exactly thought of him
as my child.

Not good enough.

This new cleaner. Not good enough.

The floor is filthy.

Hmm.

Well, how would you like me
to deal with this?

Um... could you make him
go away, please?

Henry, we need a plan.

Oh, shit!

He hasn't, has he?

Hello?

Listen, Adrian...

I know you've been going through
a hard time at the moment...

Yeah, that just about covers it.

You do know... you know
your dad's probably dead, don't you?

I mean... it's more than likely that
he passed on a number of years ago.

That makes sense to you, right?

Yeah, I always figured that, in a way.
About him being dead.

Right.

I mean, you follow every stupid
internet lead and fan sighting.

The whole reason I came out here

was 'cause someone put a message
on the Uncut message board

saying that this was the last country
Dad was seen in.

But, uh... what was I expecting, eh?

A big, happy reunion at the airport?

That's the way it usually works.

I'm sure Dad was really sorry
about giving up all his responsibilities

to take off and live the life
of a jetsetting playboy.

Must have been tough.

Yeah, it was.

Is that really what happened?
No!

Yeah.

Mum had me
and then Henry got famous.

Nappies and grocery lists
don't really cut it

in the punk rock legend world.

So Mum ended up
with his best mate, Billy.

Henry was just some
wild-eyed, crazy uncle type

who showed up now and again
and stole all our booze.

Mum only told me he was my real father
on my 18th birthday.

By then, he was long gone.

I freaked out.

Right.

Is your mum Charlotte?

Yep.
Yeah.

How do you know that?
Tell him. Go on.

Tell him the thing. I can't bear
to watch him suffer any longer.

So, I have a, um...

a connection to
Henry Mallet's spirit.

Really?

Oh, it's true.

Really. It's like a...

It's a psychic gift.

What, you can channel the dead?
Yep.

Just Henry Mallet.

You're having me on.

Why would I?

Well, prove it.

Tell me something
that only he would know.

Alright.

Hmmmm.

Tell him I'm sorry I gave him
his first fag.

He is sorry for giving you
your first cigarette.

Oh, yeah.

This part of
the extended family?

These man form part of the band
of Elvis's fathers?

No, no. They just live here.

I'm paying them 50 bucks
to make the fire.

There you go.
Thanks, mate.

Come, everyone. Take a seat.

Gather round. Watch the sun go down.

This...

is how Neanderthal man
used to celebrate their birthday.

In a caravan park?
Around a fire.

Just people... coming together,
telling stories.

Passing on history.

Did cavemen even
celebrate birthdays?

Of course they did.

How did they know what day it was?

They marked it on the wall
with a stick.

I thought that was prison.
That bit's not important right now.

What is important
is thinking about the tribes...

and the way they marked
a young man's transition into adulthood.

Now, among the samurai,
it's called genpuku.

The Sepik River tribes
of Papua New Guinea

used to celebrate the rite of passage
by scarification.

So, that's what you're
going to do to me tonight?

Burn me with a stick?

Just thought you'd
find that interesting.

When are we going to eat?
Soon. Now, who likes fish?

Do we not have any party pies?

Well...

if you can catch a party pie with
one of these, then good luck to you.

I'm assuming there's a backup meal.

Nope. No catching, no eating.

Hello, everyone!

Hi.

Where's the, um, present table?

Oh, it's over by the goat.
Oh.

Hi.

Hi.

Right, now...

who's ready for some big, big fun?

Oh, my God.

Uh, do you want this in here?

No, we'll be out in a minute.

Perfect.

Thanks, sweetie.

You'll be fabby. Break a leg.

Thanks.

OK.

I just, um...

need to concentrate.

Oh, you're not serious.

Look at you.
You look like... Gypsy Rose Lee.

This is all part of the process.

Have you, uh...
have you found him yet?

He's gonna think you're mental.

You're dressed like
a big hippie spaz.

Alright, Adrian.
I'm listening to your father now.

Wow. Wow.
Can he hear what I'm saying?

Yeah, I'm right here, son. Ooh!

He can hear you, yes.

Um... right. Well, um, you loved
Mum and I, and yet you left.

Um, why didn't you stay around
and try and make a family?

Oh, right in? No fucking warm-up?

No "How's your day been, Dad?
What's it like being dead?"

Henry, Adrian needs to hear about
your relationship with his mum.

With Charlotte.

Oh, Adrian needs to know that,
does he?

Alright.

She was a paranoid fruitloop, Suze.

She thought I was fucking
everything in sight.

She wanted to put me in a box
with a little lock on it.

Mm-hm. OK.
Mm-hm?

Henry... I need you
to speak to us tonight.

Why? What's he saying?

Ohhhh... come on.

Henry? Speak. Speak to me.

You want to know why
I didn't hang about?

Because the idea of having kids
bored the shit out of me.

OK? There it is.

I know that's not very cool,
but that's the way it was.

I just wasn't that into the idea
of being a daddy.

What's he saying? What...?

Don't tell him that.

Henry, I'm losing you.

I was young, Suze. I was a cock.

But I'm not that guy anymore.

I look at you with your kids, and...
and...

that's not bullshit.

It's beautiful.

Oh, no.

What is this for?
Come on.

No. Let me show you.

How nice is the fire?

Pretty nice.

Chip?

Oh.

One, two, three!

I don't mean to be nosy, but...

something's changed in you since
the first time we met at Suzy's place.

Really?

None of my business.
No, fine.

I've done some work
on a longstanding personal issue,

and... I've made some
radical changes, so...

Well, something's
working for you there.

Oh.

It's hard.

Oh, I'm sorry.

There you go.

You carry a handkerchief?
Yeah. I do.

Hey, come on, you two.
Plenty of gear for everyone.

How about us grown-ups
go to the caravan for a glass of wine?

Great idea.

Why?

Well, just leave them to it.

Who's going to teach them
the proper techniques?

They'll muddle through.
It's fine. Come on.

Ah. This is better.

Do you know how he died?

Um, I'm not sure.

No, it was a suicide.

How? I'm Certain of it.

Well, it fits his character type,
doesn't it?

Always wanting to cut out
when the going gets rough.

That's bollocks.

I'm not sure that that's right.
I'm sure it is.

It's the coward's way.

I was on a ferry.

In the harbour.

I was pissed...

and I fell... and I drowned.

Oh.

What did he say?

Such a...

inglorious way to die.

He drowned.

He drowned. He fell off a ferry.

I'm so sorry.

It's very sad.

This is amazing.

I'm sorry.

Mmm.

I would like to know...

does he have any regrets?

Henry, did you hear that?

Yeah.

I've got a few regrets.

I was a bastard and I got scared
and... I ran away.

Mmm. He acknowledges
that he made a few mistakes.

And that he hurt a lot of people.

Oh, yeah, and I was a prick.
Don't forget to mention that.

I was a selfish prick.

He says he was a selfish prick.

But he didn't know
he was going to die.

He didn't get a chance
to right his wrongs.

He didn't get that chance.

Right.

He said that, did he?

No, I did.

I think he's a nicer man dead
than he was alive.

You have the most beautiful eyes.

Ooh.

Give me a moment.

Henry, what do you want me to do?
I don't know, do I?

I didn't plan this far ahead.
He's very upset.

He wanted to kiss you.
Yeah.

He must be feeling very vulnerable.

It must be very confusing for him.

Suzy...

He wanted to kiss you
'cause you're so fucking gorgeous.

And sweet.

Oh, OK.

Well... should I go back out there?

Are you interested in him?

Henry, no!
Well...

Golly! No.

No.

They sound like
they're really into it.

Yeah.

Teenagers are so funny.
Yes. So funny.

And weird.

More wine?
Thank you.

They're, uh... quite cosy,
these things, aren't they?

Not bad for one, I suppose.

I don't know.
It's a... pretty good fit for two.

I wonder, would you call this
a breakfast nook or a foldaway table?

Can't it be both?

I suppose so.

You are sensational.

Don't talk.

I've listened to that song
so many times.

I had no idea it was about me.

Every line, son.

Every line.

Would you like some fish?
It's a snapper.

No. Um...

Look, I shouldn't have tried
to kiss you before.

Seriously, it's fine.

Not really. It's, uh...

Hi, Mum.

Hello, sweetheart.
How was Rita?

Good. We watched some cartoons.
She laughed twice.

And cried once.

Oh!

I think you need to resolve
the memory of your dad.

Just find a way to let the pain go.

I know it's hard to hear.

What do you mean?
Have I done something wrong?

No, no, sweetheart.
Just give me a second.

Maybe you could take all the
information that you've been given

and spend some time
with him yourself.

But Dad's at Elvis's party.

Verity, I'm just speaking
to our guest, Adrian, OK?

Mum, who's Adrian?
Sorry.

He's my long-lost son, come to tell me
what a shithead I've been.

And to see what a silly old dead fuck
you are... Henry.

Oh, is Adrian
coming over tonight?

What, you're... you're dead?

Yes, Daddy. I'm dead.

Fuck me.

Oh, shit.

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