All language subtitles for Capital S01E01 1080p BluRay x264-CASHGAME.eng

I don't think anyone
would want what I have.

I know I don't.

You're starting to get me down now.

It's because we're all millionaires.

Are we? No one told me.

Turns out we are. Our houses.

Oh. Our houses.

Not real millionaires then.

Well, you wouldn't find
a doctor down here before.

- Or a banker.
- I see.

Albert was a solicitor's clerk.

- That is �12.80, mate. Thank you.
- Here you go.

And then the immigrants started coming.

West Indians first,
then Indians like yourself.

No, Pakistani.

Oh, sorry, beg your pardon.

Hindus. Muslims. Sikhs.

Albert didn't much like
change, I'm afraid.

He was old-fashioned, perhaps.
That is �7.21, please.

It wasn't just the immigrants.
He didn't much care for speed bumps either.

- Dead set against loft conversions.
- I see.

You know it took him a year to agree
to roller blinds.

If he knew what was
happening now.

Digging down into their basements,
he wouldn't like that.

He might like the prices the houses fetch.
Who wouldn't?

Can you shelve those peas
before you go?

Oh, sorry, brother.
I've got an economics tutorial at 11:00.

Oh! Isn't this economics?

Have you put on weight
since yesterday?

And that's your considered reply?

Do you agree
with me, Rohinka?

Ahmed is looking like a man
with one chin too many?

- I wouldn't know. Fatima! Get a move on.
- Whoa, whoa!

- What are you doing to my stock?
- Be careful what you feed him, Rohinka.

He's turning into another
ghee-fattened South Asian.

- My duty as a Muslim.
- How do you know that isn't how I like him?

Get a shave and stop...
Give me that!

Stop being such a prick! Go on!

You need to have a word with Usman.

We don't want him volunteering
for Syria or something.

Usman isn't going anywhere.

He gets vertigo going north of the river.

- What does this mean?
- It doesn't mean anything.

Like most of the stuff that comes
through the letter box.

Are you all right getting up, Mrs Howe?

You stay there for as long as you like.

Oh, it's just a little wobble.
I'm right as rain now, thank you.

Oh!

Where the builders' scaffolding was.

- I'm just after that.
- Yes, Mrs Yount, never a problem for you.

I'll be right there.

No, no.

Just move the 9:30 to 10:00.

And the 10:00 till after lunch.
It's only the French.

Thanks, Jessica.

Lovely day, boys.

Good morning, Pilar.

Ah, Bogdan. Good morning.

Now where do you stand
vis-�-vis cedarwood cladding?

Oh, you are joking, aren't you?

Ah, you people make me sick!

You can put your feet up now, eh?

- It's a relief to get home.
- Yeah.

It's odd, isn't it?

Second-class stamp.

"We want what you have."

An estate agent, I think.

I buy new, everything top spec.

You know me, Mrs Yount,
my personal guarantee.

Twelve thousand.

I could probably throw in the wiring
and the down lighters for that.

And we do half cash,
half through the books.

It's not that I don't like
the wet room you installed.

It's just that,
well, we never use it.

It's your home.
It has to be just right.

Do you want to talk about it
with your husband?

Roger? No.

Roger's got other things on his mind.

To trade on Monday.

Pinker Lloyd. Mark Hagon.

Yes.

Ah, lovely. Five minutes.

We're seeing some
strange patterns in the VIX.

The levels of volatility,
when we crunch down,

are not correlated with the underlying
movement of our assets.

So it's beginning to look like we're
moving away from anything we can simulate,

using historically based algorithms.

Roger?

Thank you, Mark.

Yes, I think that pretty much
covers all the bases.

No need to over-elaborate
on the terminology,

we all know you're a clever young man.

Yes. Thank you, Mark.

Good.

Yes, he's shaping up, Mark. He's...

Bit rough round the edges,
but he'll get there.

They're a good lot.

Work hard, play hard.

And not just at this time of year.

You know.

Bonus season round the corner.

Figures are looking pretty good.

Seventy-five million on
a 625 million turnover.

Not so dusty in the current climate.

As I said,

they're looking pretty good.

Mr Barry Cultaire.

I know. Lost the keys, yeah.

No, all over the taxi.

Becks, no, no, she didn't come out.

No, she's still got that problem, ain't she?
That problem with James.

Yeah, no, they're not

seeing each other any more.

Mrs Petunia Howe, please.

Mrs Petunia Howe, please.

I'm just going to listen
to your heart, if that's okay?

No, no. No need for that.

Please.

The next station
is Clapham Common.

That's �5.50.

Don't you ever sleep?

Eight hours a night, sir.

The sleep of the just.

- How you doing?
- Hi.

- Hey, how are you doing?
- Hi.

- Gran!
- Graham!

What are you doing here?

You all right?

Oh!

These look dear.
Where did you get the money to buy these?

This is my favourite room in the whole world.

Retro doesn't even begin to cover it.

You know your mum has organised
this home delivery over the Internet now.

They come. They deliver.

Even take the bags away.

You can get anything
over the Internet now, Gran.

Flats, cars, lovers.

I think I'll just stick
to Tesco's home delivery for now.

I wonder why Mum
didn't get your sense of humour.

Takes after her dad, I'm afraid.

Hold up.

I'll have them open in no time.

What are these, Gran?

Oh, somebody trying to sell me something.
It usually is.

- Do you mind if I borrow them?
- No, 'course I don't.

Got those chocolates open yet?

Supper in 20 minutes.

You just have time
to read Conrad a story.

Can't he read himself yet?

How much
are we paying that Prep?

- Look, Daddy!
- Mmm.

- What's that supposed to be?
- A spaceship.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Does that taste young to you?

He spent all afternoon
on that painting.

That's even more worrying.

I don't suppose you remembered to
pick up the pomegranate molasses, did you?

Tell you what.
This is a better idea.

Yeah.

Here.

This is someone who knows
what they're doing.

The mole
had been working very hard all morning,

sprinkling in his little home...

See.

Much better than me.

...with a brush and a pail of wet wash.

Right.

Night night.

Spring was moving in the air above,

and in the earth all around him,

penetrating even his dark
and lonely little house.

"The figures look pretty good."

Is that all that Lothar said?

You're forgetting one pertinent fact.
He's German.

Masters of understatement.

A German saying, "The figures look good"

is an Englishman saying,
"Million pound bonus."

Well, at least we'll have something
to pay Bogdan with.

While he's doing the bathroom,

I thought he could do Conrad's room
at the same time.

Dinosaur theme.

Perhaps when we're away in the summer
he can give this place the once-over.

Perhaps we should get Pinker Lloyd
to pay Bogdan my bonus direct.

He must be worth more than both of us.

What is that supposed to mean?

I think you'd be surprised

how little one million pounds
actually covers these days.

Conrad's school fees, the nannies,

your car, my car, family car,
tax, pensions,

your frock money.

Weekend house.

The extension on the weekend house.

Holidays. The wet room.

Slate tiles. The kitchen.

The extension. The basement.

Gardeners for both houses.

Name one of those things
that isn't absolutely essential.

No, I know, it's just...

Sometimes feels as if
my bonus has already been spent

before I've trousered it.

Still...

Goodnight.

Oh.

I'm no feminist, Roger, but a lecture on thrift
does not constitute foreplay, ever.

It's very disappointing.

- Evening, sir.
- All right, Mashinko?

- Daddy?
- Uh-huh?

What's this?

And why are they taking pictures
of Mummy?

I don't know.

Have you done those,
uh, those papers?

The paperboys will be here
in a minute. Come on.

Hello?

Hello, sir, yeah, I'd like
to report an offence.

Yes.

I'm not sure what the offence is just yet,

but perhaps if you could send
an officer around

who could tell me.

It's all politics, I'm afraid.

The government are sticking to their
2010 policy of forced repatriations

and reviewing the refugee status of
most Zimbabweans.

Am I in the most?

I'm afraid you won't know
until you get a letter.

If I return, I will be killed.

Perhaps you will be lucky.

Yes.

Perhaps I will only be raped.

No. What I meant was...

If you haven't received a letter by now,

it may not happen.

Civil service cuts
might work in your favour.

I know what you meant.

You do know you are not legally
permitted to work, don't you?

Yes.

I am aware of that.

We wouldn't bother you with this normally,

but it's the taking of photographs
without us knowing.

With the children and so on, we do worry.

You have every right to call us.

We called you three weeks ago.

Unless a crime has actually
been committed...

Have you spoken to Mrs Howe?

The elderly lady at number 84?
She gets them too.

We have had calls from some
of your other neighbours, yes.

That's why I'm here now.

Because white people have complained?

I can assure you this will be taken
very seriously at the highest level.

I do have a copy of our
diversity mission statement if you...

Cheers. Yeah.

- Have we been robbed?
- No.

The postcard thing.

You could file it under "Islamophobia"
and forget all about it.

- Usman...
- No, no, no, no.

Perfectly valid line of enquiry.

This could constitute harassment,

trespass. Anti-social behaviour, even.

May I, er, take those?

Help yourself. There'll be more.

Why do you say that?

If it's a viral ad campaign,
then they aren't going to stop

till they reveal the punchline,
are they?

And if it's a wind-up,
then they'll take it further.

It'll get worse.

I'm sorry about Shahid.

He is a student.
This is the third degree he's started.

He hasn't finished any
but he likes to start.

Well, he's probably right.

About the escalation, I mean.

That's what I'm worried about.

Do you have any idea
why anybody would send

these postcards to you
and your neighbours?

Class envy.

It's the Mansion Tax
written by a hooligan.

The rich are an easy target.

That and the fact the police
have to spend more time

on political correctness courses

and not enough time catching criminals.

Well, it's a theory, I suppose.

We have a weekend house
in the Cotswolds

and we have to pay someone
to keep an eye on that.

Squatters. Gypsies.

I do worry the same thing
might be happening in London.

I do realise the plights of the middle classes
are hardly your priority these days.

Hello again!

We did the scan
in order to eliminate

the possibility of a brain tumour.

Yes. You explained.

But unfortunately...

You have a large tumour.

And it has grown surprisingly quickly
for someone your age.

I've got cancer.

Not strictly. No.

Brain tumour is not a form of cancer.

But you have a tumour,

and I am sorry to say that
there is evidence that it is growing.

I see.

So I'm dying.
Is that what you're telling me?

We could, perhaps, treat the tumour
with chemotherapy.

No.

- Thank you, but no.
- You, uh...

You don't have to decide here
and now.

I have decided.

And it's no.

I speak to her every week.

I check on her online delivery.

She sounds absolutely fine.

Of course she's going to say she's
all right on the phone, isn't she?

If there was anything seriously wrong,
I'd know.

What's that? A psychic thing?

'Cause you're such a close
mother and daughter?

I realise that parents are always
a disappointment to their children, Graham.

Just go and see her for yourself.

Easier said than done.

Two hours there. Two hours back.

I work full-time.

I've told her she should move
closer to us.

I could do more for her then.

Be nicer for her too.

She likes it where she is.

Where she doesn't know anybody any more?
Where she's got no support.

Let's hope I'm a bit kinder
when it's your turn to be old.

Kinder?

Do you know what, Graham?

I can't remember the last kind thing
you said or did for me.

Just go and see her.

Ameen.

What a terrible thing to happen
to such a devout young man.

It was your bike.

Insha'Allah, it will turn up.

Don't start, Mr Devout.

It's bad enough watching you
showboating in there.

Don't try it out here too.

- What do you mean?
- You pray from the outside.

For show.

Don't think I haven't noticed, 'cause I have.

Shahid?

Shahid Kamal?

It's me, Iqbal Rashid.

Muslim Solidarity, remember?

Yeah, course. Lqbal.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you, my brother.

Looking for you.

My friend let me down.

If it were not for that,
I would not be having to turn to you.

- I see.
- Brothers shouldn't treat each other like that.

And we are brothers, aren't we?

You know, I often think
of our days fighting imperialism.

I'll show you where stuff is,
how to set up the sofa bed and all that.

I am grateful.

I feel all appropriate gratitude.

Right.

Good, there's a match on Sky in 20 minutes,
so you might want to get sorted...

I don't follow Kafir sport.

Lot of Muslim brothers playing these days.

I remember now you can be
quite glib at times.

It isn't a good quality.

We are going to have to work on that.

It took me about 30 seconds
to recognise him,

by then it was
too late to make an excuse.

Well, why has he turned up now?

Here? Now?

Who knows. Maybe he needs
a free spirit in his life.

Ha! Or maybe a lazy half-wit.

- Morning!
- Morning.

- That's for you.
- Thank you.

I want to go back and get him.

One morning without
Buzz Lightyear is not the end of the world!

The Upper Richmond Road's
gonna be murder by now.

Careful!

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen, fourteen,

fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,
eighteen, nineteen, twenty!

Coming!
Ready or not!

Where's Daddy? Good boy.

Where's Daddy, Conrad?

Where's Daddy?

Daddy! Daddy!

Where are you?

Come on, little man. Whoo!

Let's see if we can find him in here.

Daddy, Daddy!

Where are you?

Roger!

Roger!

Bingo!

Roger!

Roger!

Please, Roger!

Daddy, where are you?

This has really gone
beyond a joke, Rog!

Roger!

Daddy, Daddy!

Where are you?

Both the boys are traumatised.

- That was very mean.
- It's character-building.

That's what men say
when they have been very mean.

No, I'm serious.

They need a bit more rough and tumble.

More falling out of trees.

I could take them fishing.

Kayaking, even.

Whatever kayaking is.

Swallows and Amazons is a fiction,
Roger, not a parenting guide.

Maybe we should spend the summer
in Minchinhampton.

Really embrace nature.

There is no greater fan
of the Cotswolds than I,

but spending our summer holidays
in our country house,

doesn't that strike you as a bit dowdy?

I'd have a different life.

We all could. In the country.

And do what, exactly?

Something...

I don't know.

Something simpler.

Teach, perhaps.

It's moving.

- What?
- The queue, it's moving.

Come!

Quentina. You look beautiful.

Did you dress up for me?

�300 this week!

Somebody has been busy.

- I worked overtime.
- You work too hard, Quentina.

You need to enjoy life more.

Two hundred just for you.

Two hundred?

I have had to increase
my commission, I'm afraid.

If you don't like it you can have it paid
into your own bank account.

- You know I cannot.
- Yes.

I do.

Which is why I am happy to take
this risk for you.

So, 200 it is.

Perhaps a little kiss by way of thanks?

Have a lovely day,

"Kwama Lyons."

And wait for thee

Sweet hour of prayer

Sweet hour of prayer

Sweet hour of prayer

Thy wings shall my petition bear

To Him whose truth

And faithfulness

Engage the waiting soul to bless

And since He bids me seek His face

I just wanted to say,
that was really beautiful.

Your singing.

Oh!

Er, thank you. Uh...

- Quentina.
- Thank you, Quentina.

I am Mashinko.

I look forward to singing with you again.

What are you doing?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

Sorry.

I hope you don't mind me
using your laptop.

No. I suppose not.

But if it's porn,
then delete the history after you're done.

I can't say I understand
this grooming ritual of yours.

But much like Islam and Pilates,

I've come to respect it.

I was thinking, there's no reason
why this bonus might not be

closer to two million than one,

given what we've achieved
in the current climate.

Managed to steer the ship
past the treacherous recession

and banker bashing,
LIBOR, misselling.

Really?

Don't forget your lucky boxer shorts.

Thank you.

Lothar.

- Petra well?
- Yup.

- Toby, Isabella?
- All good.

Arabella, Conrad and erm...

Joshua.

Fit as fleas.
You know what they're like.

Good year for the department.

The figures speak for themselves.

We are confident
that your department's performance

is in the top quartile of the sector.

Your personal evaluations are strong.

The compensation committee is of the view
that your performance overall is strong.

Very strong.

There is of course, er,
a context for all of this.

It is not just the wider problems
in the industry.

There's also the difficulty we've been
having with our Swiss subsidiary.

Goes beyond routine volatility
as a genuine loss.

Mmm...

Thirty grand.

But, erm, what is...

Contribution?

This is fundamentally not fair.

When I think of what I've done.

Basic pay.

What I have made for the...

Billions.

It's not a question of greed.

It's justice.

Mmm? Thirty grand?

I'll need a proper bonus, Lothar.

I need the money.

I can't do this.
This isn't how it works.

What use is 30 grand?

What use is 30 grand to anybody?

Well?

Well, what?

The bonus.
Or do you want me to guess?

It's been put off till after Christmas.

Banks are worried about bad publicity
at this time of the year.

Oh. Well, January isn't that far away.

I'm sure we'll struggle through.

Pilar's leaving us at Christmas, isn't she?

Yes. And I expect some help.

Sure once you get used
to your own children,

you'll get on like a house on fire.

I called the police again, today,
about those postcards.

Are they busy at Christmas?

Perhaps they could help out
with the children?

I'm going to leave you alone
with your sarcasm.

Anything else happen today?

Chip a nail in Pilates?

Drop your credit card in Waitrose?

Remember your children's names?

Just piss off, Roger.

You don't by any chance
have any fresh coriander?

Er, not in the shop, no.
But hang on a moment.

Rohinka!

Can we spare some
coriander for a customer?

Oh, that really is very kind of you.

No trouble, really.

Are you getting these, too?

Yeah, every day now.
Everyone in the road.

It's horrible, isn't it?
It's like living under siege.

- Where do you live?
- I'm sorry?

Which road?
Where are you getting these cards?

This road. I live on this road.

Number 92.

Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I didn't...

Thanks.

- How much do I owe you?
- Oh, it's no trouble, really.

Take it.

Thank you.

"It's like being under siege."
That's what the lady said.

Maybe she should try being in Pakistan
when the drones come calling.

- You know what that's like?
- Say goodnight to Daadijaan.

- You've only seen the fireworks...
- Night night.

...over Battersea Bridge.

I'm just saying.
White people have no idea.

A few postcards?

It's more than postcards,
it's a website now.

- Hello, I'm still here. Your only mother.
- Goodnight, Ammi.

Shahid, how is your medical
degree progressing?

You know I'm not doing a medical degree.

In which case, nobody is going to die

if you come to Pakistan
to visit your ailing mother.

Yeah, you are not ailing.

How do you know?

I thought you weren't doing
a medical degree.

I saw that, Usman.

Shahid has always been
a good-for-nothing nikamma.

I expect better from you.

And Ahmed.
Have you put on weight again?

Or is something wrong
with my computer screen?

Goodnight, Ammi!

Night night.

Allah hafiz.

Would I like to let her loose on Iqbal?

What's wrong with Iqbal?

He's so boring,

he can cause a fundamental disruption
in the space-time continuum.

He's a one-man walking injustice.

And he stinks,
so he's cramping my style.

What style is that?

Here speaks the fashion god.

He takes things more seriously

than you do, that's all.

It doesn't seem to me
such a bad characteristic.

Get a shave.

Maybe what really bugs you
is that he reminds you

that you have sold out.

That you passively accept
the state of injustice and oppression.

You are a child.

You don't have any real opinions.

You just strike at attitudes
to try and create an effect.

It would be a boring enough
habit in a 13-year-old boy

but in a young man like yourself,
it's pathetic.

Anything for a quiet life,
eh, Ahmed?

As long as there's enough food
on your plate,

- why care about anything else?
- Why, indeed.

If you cared or looked
after anything in your life,

maybe you might know
the responsibility

of providing food!

Daddy! You promised sweeties.

He didn't.

He's in trouble now.

Hello?

Who is it?

Mrs Howe?

Detective Inspector Mill.

I'm here about the postcards.

So who's the artist?

Oh, those.
It's my grandson, Graham.

He was very good at school.

Even went to college for a bit.

I do worry about him.

There's no money in it. Not really.

I wanted to talk to you about
these nuisance postcards.

I gave them to Graham.
He was quite taken with them.

Your neighbours reported
odd noises at night.

Well, I wander around here at all hours.

Perhaps it's me they're hearing.

The grandson you mentioned.
Does he live nearby?

Do you have any other family close?

Keep an eye on you, if you need it?

I have a daughter
who lives near Colchester,

and then Mr Ahmed at the corner shop
is very considerate.

No. What I was meaning was...

I know what you were meaning, but no.

And I don't mind.
I've got other things to worry about.

Such as?

That's none of your business.

There is one thing, though.

I mean the postcards are one thing,

but the DVD nearly took my letterbox off.

I don't even have anything to play it on.

What DVD?

It arrived this morning.

I thought that's why you'd called.

- Ah, Mr Yount?
- Excuse me.

I spoke to your wife a few days ago

about the unpleasant postcards.

Yes, er...

Parked up late last night.

Very sorry and all that, but I'm sure

you're in a position to show some leniency.

I'm sorry, but I've already shown discretion

to your nanny and your good lady wife.

And I've already started the process.

No, no, no.
The permit's in the window now, isn't it?

So, er, we always had permission,

we just didn't display the permit.

Permission is granted by the
displaying of the permit.

No, no, no.
Our residency grants us permission!

We live here!

If you're looking for the
sender of those postcards,

how about someone who comes here

every morning with a grudge?

How about the likes of her?

That's not really how
the investigation works, sir.

No, no, that would be too logical
altogether, wouldn't it?

Come in.

Visions of rapture now burst on my sight

Angels descending
Bring from above

Echoes of mercy Whispers of love

This is my story This is my song

Praising my Saviour all the day long

This is my story This is my song

I walk like this 10 miles a day,
and I never lose one ounce.

You don't need to lose a single ounce.

It's all about the bass.

Okay, but if you want to get
an aerobic effect,

and I'm not saying you need to
for one moment.

- Mmm-hmm.
- You have to move faster to burn fat.

Like this.

- Like that.
- Like the Olympics?

Did I say that?

Good night, Mashinko.

Good night.

I would invite you in,
but it's not a nice place.

Ms Kwama Lyons?

What do you want?

Well, why don't we start
with you telling me your real name?

Where's Mummy?

Mummy gone. Mummy gone.

What do you mean, "Mummy gone"?

Joshy, Joshy.

Joshy. Arabella?

Conrad. Where's Mummy?

Mummy's gone.

What do you mean? It's Christmas Eve.

She left our presents under the tree.

- Can we open them now?
- No. No. No.

Let's get you on the potty.
Come on. Come on.

She phoned you. I heard her.

Hello, Roger. I've gone away for a few days.

It will give you a glimpse
of what it's like to be me,

you spoilt, lazy, utter cock!

- Turn that off, Conrad.
- You have no idea what it's like

to look after children,
and you have no idea at all...

- Turn that off, Conrad!
...what the last couple years have been like.

- Joshy, come back! Come here!
- You stupid, selfish sod.

For god's sake.

- Ow!
- Welcome to my world. Merry Christmas!

I just want you to turn these
things off when I ask you.

Is that clear?

- Joshy, come on.
- Dad!

There we go, there we go.

Sit down! Sit down and let's
get you on the potty.

No!
Oh, for god's sake.

- Turn that off. Joshy, stop...
- No!

Ow!

There's Mummy! There's Mummy!

- Ah, you got to be kidding.
- Merry Christmas! Arabella.

- Yes?
- Mr Yount?

- Where do you want the sofa?
- Er, I don't.

Take it back.

Well, I can't do that.
The depot's in Cricklewood.

Wait! Wait! Oh, no!

Hello, Mum. Happy Christmas!

What do you want?

I'm hungry, Daddy. I'm hungry.

I don't like eggs like this.

I don't like eggs like this.
I like them eggy.

This is nice.

It's a miracle anything's warm
given the state of your cooker.

There's a knack with the switch.

These postcards
that you've been getting,

and you don't look well, Mum.

And don't you think
now might be the right time to sell up?

Get a little flat close to us.
Not a home.

Somewhere where you'd still
have your independence.

With a warden, perhaps,

and one of those emergency
whats-it's for around your neck.

Erm, God knows you could afford it.

What are these going for nowadays?

One and a half million?

Two, if you tarted it up a bit.

I don't want to move now.

I know it's hard, Mum.

I know you've been here
all your life practically.

- It's too late now.
- No, it isn't.

Yes, it is. It's too late.

There's something wrong, isn't there?

Mum?

Witches' knickers!

I beg your pardon.

Pilar told me. Witches' knickers!

- Where?
- There.

So they are.

Witches' knickers!

Here we are. Off we go.

- Simple pleasures.
- Yes.

- Do you live locally?
- No. I'm here to meet a friend.

She works locally.

My girlfriend, I think.

You think?

Sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy.

Why do you say sorry
so much in England?

Fear.

What do you have to be afraid of?

You are safe.
You are healthy. You are rich.

I wouldn't go that far.

Not by London standards.

Yeah, but by Zimbabwe's
standards, perhaps.

Yes. Yes, of course, sorry.

Sorry, I didn't mean to say "sorry".

- I'm Roger.
- Mashinko.

And how do you find London?

- Oh, I hate it.
- Really?

I hate the weather.
I hate the central heating.

I hate the unfriendly people.

I hate the roads that go nowhere.

Well, I can't argue with any of that.

But I have met a wonderful lady here.

Merry Christmas, Roger.

Oh, yes. Of course. Merry Christmas.

Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn King

Peace on earth and mercy mild

God and sinners reconciled

Joyful, all ye nations rise

Join the triumph of the skies

With angelic hosts proclaim

Yes.

Christ is born in Bethlehem

Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn King

Christ by highest heaven adored

Christ the everlasting Lord

Late in time Behold him come

Offspring of the virgin's womb

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see

Hail the incarnate deity

Pleased as man with us to dwell

Jesus our Emmanuel

Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn King

Daddy! Daddy!
I want to paint the road!

It's Christmas and I want to
paint the road, too.

What time is it?

I want to paint the road.

What? What are you
talking about, Conrad?

Paint the road.

- Mr Yount?
- Yes.

Matya Balatu. The agency nanny.

Merry Christmas.