All language subtitles for This.Way.Up.S02E04.1080p.WEB.H264-GLHF

- Like I said, this is not a spa.
It's a rehab facility.

- Oi, oi. Take me with ya.

When was your last relationship?

- About a year ago.

- What was her... their job?

- She was a human rights lawyer.

- You've got lovely tits.
- No, Tom.

- What the fuck's
wrong with you?

- Oi!
- What are you doing? Back off, man.

- Not a drunken creep.
He's not well.

Eh, yeah, uh, oat milk latte, please.
Thank you.

- Go on, Mariah Carey.

I'll have a tea, please.

English Breakfast or herbal?

- Oh, nice touch.

Um... Sorry, just...
just normal, please.

- So, oat latte and an English Breakfast.
Which milk?

- Normal.

- With cow's milk.

- Whatever happened
to normal, eh?

- Yeah.

- Anyway, I'm, uh... I'm...
I'm back on the steps.

- Oh, my God! Are you, Tom?
That's amazing!

Wait, you mean the...

- No, not... not
the 10,000 a day.

Just the 12.

My mum's happy as
a duck about it.

- Aw!
- She's always giving me second chances.

It's fucking hard though.

- Yeah, I can imagine.

And are all the lads at
work supportive this time?

- Yeah, you know,
they're good boys, but...

lads are lads. - Mm-hmm.

- Anyway, how are
you, Paddy the madman?

- "Paddy the madman!"
Okay, that's a new one.

- Um, I... Yeah, good.

Uh! May as well tell you.

I... I got knocked off my bike,

and I knocked my tooth out.

- Fucking hell.
- Yeah, I know. Can you see?

Can you notice? I'm
embarrassed, but, yeah, so...

But I'm getting
it fixed tomorrow.

- I wondered why you was being
all weird with your mouth.

I thought you dropped
an E for a minute.

- No, I wish.

But, um, you know what?

It sounds mad, but it sort of feels
like it knocked a bit of sense into me.

Like, I'd had a sort of bad few
days and, you know, and you think,

"Oh, Jesus, here we go again.
Has it all gone tits up?"

- Well, I think
sometimes, you know,

these steps can be easier for
addicts rather than, you know,

the classic depressive...
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean.

'Cause I love following steps.

Oh, my God! I'm an absolute
legend on the dance floor.

Tom, you know, me and the "Macarena."
Holy moly, you know? Givin' it.

Oh, but the big news
is, is that my, um...

My boss at work, he wants me to
start a teaching business with him...

Oh, sorry. Are you...

- Sorry, I am listening.

It's just part of the steps

is that I apologize to
people who I've hurt.

You don't mind if I read
off the phone, do you?

- Oh, my God, Tom! Of course,
yeah, anything. Jesus!

- "Aine, that night
with your friends,

"I'm so sorry, I really am.

"I think about the way I
was all creepy and grabbin',

"and I'm so ashamed.

So ashamed."

- Oh, God! Tom, look at me.

You... You have no
reason to be ashamed.

Oh, my God, I know
who you really are.

And you know... Like, God, I was creeping
on you a few weeks beforehand so...

- I'm glad you're
apologizing for that

because it did make
me feel a bit shit.

And I felt really weird after.

- You're being serious?

- I felt pressure, yeah.

- There... Pre...
pressure, with...

Oh, that's... God, Tom, so...
sorry.

I... I mean, you slept
in my bed afterwards.

Not that that's ever...
But, like, nothing happened.

So, yeah, sorry. Jesus, sorry.

- I forgive you, you forgive me.

What a pair of soppy cunts, eh?

Do you mind if I
just carry on, yeah?

Okay.

"Aine, you're such a gem,

"but they say we have to
avoid people, places, things,

"and I think you
might be, for me,

"one of the people
who reminds me

"of the places and things.

I think..." - Tom?

- "I think... I think that..."
- Tom, me?

- "...we're two pained bodies
who should not coexist."

- Tom, put your phone down
and look me in the eye.

Are you... Are you breaking
up with me as a friend?

Did you...

- No, if... if you don't let me read
it, it's not gonna come out right.

I'm... I'm not good with words.

You know I'm not.

Can I give you a hug?

- No, you cannot hug me, Tom.
You cannot hug me.

Jesus!

After everything we went through
together in there, Tom, that is...

We... We're supposed to be blood
brothers, you and me. That's...

Do you know what? That's...

- Are you guys all right?

- No. Thank you. We're terrible.

- Yeah, could... could I get a
little drop more milk in that?

It still looks a bit Hispanic.

- Oh, my God, Tom!
You cannot say that.

Well, maybe you can about tea...

- I'm sorry it has
to be like this.

- Well, thank you very
much for your apology, Tom.

I hope you really feel

that you got everything
off your chest

and that you ticked
it, me, off your list.

You can keep the cup.

- Thanks.
- And fuck off.

And I hope you
enjoy your normal.

♪

What, Gaya, your ex-wife Gaya?

The one you married
and divorced?

No, a totally different one.

Yeah, Gaya. She, uh, saw
that I was here on Instagram

and... she messaged me.

You know, just for a coffee.

Just feels like, you know, being
here and marrying you and...

It'd just be nice to... close
that chapter of my life.

- Well, I thought you'd already closed
the whole book, honey, you know, but...

if it's something you need
to do, knock yourself out.

I hope she's really
fat and ugly now.

- I'm sure she is. She...
She loved biscuits.

- I love biscuits.

Is that your type?

I'd love a biscuit now.
There's none in the house.

Really? Oh.

- Oh, God, I feel
like pure shite.

- Why don't you order some in
if you're feeling that rotten?

- I couldn't do a whole
order for one biscuit.

I am a Catholic.

- Or you can just, you know, pop
out to the shops for some fresh air.

- I'm not gonna walk 50 miles to
the nearest shop for one biscuit.

Although Aine's gonna be pissed off
I'm missing Bradley's fundraiser thing.

- Uh, babe, I... I got to go.

I'm glad you're cool with
me seeing Gaya. Okay?

- Yeah, maybe I'll
get one of my exes

to bring me over some biscuits and sex.
How about that?

- I love you.

- Hello?

♪ "Miss Jamaica" by
Jimmy Cliff playing ♪

- ♪ Roses are red,
violets are blue ♪

♪ Believe me, I love you ♪

♪ Let's not be apart... ♪

Check mic. Check one, two.
One two.

Hello. Welcome, welcome
to Justice for Windrush.

Welcome, everybody.

Thank you for coming out
and supporting the cause.

- Oh, sorry, yeah.
- Sure you're okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's just my...
My tooth's just playing up, you know?

Oh, God, Brad. This
is gonna be amazing.

Honestly. - Yeah?

- Yeah. I'm so happy to be here.

Like, anything you need.

Just want to be a good
friend to you, you know?

So anything you need.

- Pass me that spoon.
- Anything, yeah.

- Spoon?
- Oh, yeah, right.

Oh, is that your
dad's girlfriend?

No.

That's Celeste. That's his mate.

- Oh, that's the one you
said about the... the...

- Yeah, she's like the Beyoncé

of the human rights,
lawyer, activist world.

Oh, my God! Amazing!

Thank you. - What?

- It's restaurant-style portions.
- Is that it?

- Yeah. It's, uh, lots of
flavor packed into each portion.

It's restaurant-style food, mate.
- Restaurant-style.

Yeah, so Celeste, she's been
battling nonstop for the victims.

Though I will say her
biggest achievement

is finding my dad
funny all these years.

So cheesy.

- He's so cute though. I love him.
You're so alike.

- Yo, Brad.
- Hmm?

- What's this? White
people portions?

- Black people food, mate.

- I prefer Black people
portions and white people food.

Yeah, you ladies
down the front row,

looking fine, drinking the wine.

Woah! I see you there.

I didn't know Winnie Mandela's family
sold off all her clothes when she died.

This guy!

Don't... Don't you make fun...
- I'm not.

- I told you the small
portions would look classy.

Yeah.

Hi, babe. That dress!
I mean, that is...

- I know. It's amazing, right?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Amazing.

Look who is here, Brad.

- Excuse me. When did you grow into
this beautiful specimen, please?

- What you on about? I've
always been beautiful.

You're right,
looks like his dad.

You're not helping
out tonight, Emma?

- Sleeves are already rolled up.
- Dad.

- Is your dress...
Is that Kente print?

- Yeah. My step-dad
was from Ghana.

So the whole thing is just out
of respect for the culture.

And also it just...
It just looks great...

- It does.
- As well.

- Right. Let's
mingle, work the room.

- Yeah, mingle we shall.

Also, uh, did I tell you
that I'm singing later?

Now we're here for a
good cause tonight.

But we're also here to party.

And I want some bumping
and grinding tonight.

What?

- Shit, guys.

Oh, my God! Richard
said he's coming here.

He says his work thing was nearby
and he "wants to see me and support."

Oh, no! How can I tell him no?

- He doesn't know
about her tooth.

- It's not funny!

I'm getting it fixed tomorrow.
How do I say no?

- Yeah, just don't smile.

- Say no. Say you're
busy helping me.

But I really wanna see him.

Will he be all right
coming to this?

- I mean, I can't imagine an Eton boy on
the dance floor when "Candy" comes on,

but if he's bringing his check
book, whatever, bring the boy.

- Oh, uh, I've got a low-cut
top with me in my overnight bag.

- Oh, thanks, Emma, but
it's not really my clothes.

It's just sort of more my tooth.

- Oh, no, but your boobs could
distract from your mouth.

And, uh, I mean I
could fix your face too

'cause I've got my
makeup, you know?

- I didn't really think that my
face was that... bad, but, em...

Yeah, no, um, my... my
boobs do distract him.

Yeah.

- What, Shona? I can't talk.
I'm in a stress.

I definitely can't come tonight.

Still very, very, very sick.

- Yeah, I know you can't come
'cause you're not here, obviously.

But, listen, will you
please donate money?

Because they need all the support
they can get, Shona, really.

Is that all? Because
I have to go.

- Vish is seeing
his ex in New York.

- What? Oh, my God! Jesus!
Are you okay?

- Yeah, I know.
I feel a bit weird.

- Oh, my God, that...
I'll fucking kill him.

That cheating scumbag.

- What? No.

No, he's seeing his ex, like, for coffee.
She lives in New York.

- Oh, God! Shona!

Jesus! Grand then. Oh, my God!

Listen, I have to go.

Richard has decided to come

and I look like I've eaten
a baguette full of stones.

I'm kind of worried that this
won't be his thing, though.

- Why, is he a racist?

- No, he's not a racist, um, Shona.
God! LOL.

- Do you need me to come?
I'll come.

- No, I don't need you. I've got
Bradley and Emma. So, you know?

- Oh! I meant to
say, I looked up

why you get diarrhea when
you've got your period.

- Oh, my God, Shona,
obviously very interested

but I haven't gotten the time.

Goodbye. I love you.

- Thanks so much for doing
this, by the way, Emma.

Just like... Oh, I'm sorry.

Em, just Richard and I
have such little time left

before his son comes back.

So every evening
counts, you know?

- What and you just
break up then or what?

- No, no, but it...
Like it just...

You know, it just
gets more complex.

- Okay, stop talking.
- I'm sorry.

But I... I just really
need him to love me ASAP.

Just... 'Cause that will
really, like, settle my nerves.

- Men go off you if they think
you're letting yourself go,

no matter how much
they say they love you.

So it's worth making an effort, you know,
until you just properly nail him down.

Okay.

Okay... You can open your eyes.

- Oh!

Oh, my God!

- Do you hate it? You hate it.

- I look like a totally
different person,

which is exactly what I wanted.

That's great. - Great.

- Great. Thank you.

- Yeah, don't smile though.
Don't smile.

- No.
- Okay.

- Fuck!

Oh, my God! - Ooh! It's okay.

Hey. - Hello. Hmm.

I can't believe you came.

- I was just in the neighborhood

and I thought I'd swing by.

- Aw.

- Ah, these are nice.

- Richard, please,
I'm down here.

- I'm so sorry. Hey, Aine.

- Come on, I need to go get
some catering done. Thank you.

Oh, look, two of my bosses meeting.
What a palaver!

- Hi.
- I'm Bradley.

- Hi. I'm Emma. Hi.

- Hi.
- Like the scarf.

- Oh, Bradley, you've
already cleaned up the stuff.

- Yeah, well, it's fine, um...

- He's already sold out.
- Yeah, I'm sold out.

- Damn, did I miss the food?
- It's all done, mate.

- Ugh! Isn't that the guy
from your building, Brad?

Jesus, Pat.

Lord, strike me down.

- I gave him a flier.
- Thank you.

- I did... I'm so sorry.

- Who's Pat in our list of
characters for the evening?

- You're so cute and English.
- How do we explain Pat?

- Pat's like... He's like a neighbor.
He's harmless. He's grand.

Aine, I'll be, uh, I'll
be back in one second.

- Okay, yeah, hmm, darlin'.

- I think your, uh, boobs
might've distracted him.

Bradley!

Uh, I'll help you at the bar.

Who wants a Sex on the Beach?

- Bradley.
- Hmm?

You know how I told you
that Richard's ex was

a human rights lawyer?
- Human rights lawyer, yeah.

- This is gonna sound bananas,

but I think that... I
think that she might be...

- What? Celeste?
- Yeah.

My, God, she's gorgeous.

Like many of you, I had a
grandparent in one of those ships.

They... We were invited
to come to the motherland

by the UK government... to work,

to join in, rebuild.

And now, here we are,
decades of taxes paid,

Britain built, the
sick cared for,

and still being cared for.

And now, the Home Office ask
us, "Where are your papers?"

It's a disgrace!

- Some random papers from 50 years ago,
when people were five or six years old.

But who? Who gets to decide... who's
good, and who's worthy of basic humanity?

- Talk the things!
- Yes, yes.

And this... this... This
"Where are your papers?"

This is not the Great
Britain we worked to build.

They can and must
do better than this.

Yes! Yes!

That is what I'm talking about.

Stand up. Stand up and clap for this lady.
Clap for this lady here.

Stand up for Windrush.
That is why we're here.

- You never said. How do you...
How do you know her, again?

- Oh, it's, uh, yeah, it's
quite a long story, that one.

- Uh, sorry, uh, just...
Don't know if they've

finished talking yet.
- Oh, sorry, Brad.

I'm sorry, Brad.
- I think she's finished the speech.

- Yeah, no, Bradley, that was me.
I was, "Blah, blah, blah, blah."

- And I can't stop her talking.

- Oh, I like how much she talks.
- Aw.

- Yeah, I mean,
I wasn't saying that.

- You do do a lot but...
- Yeah, okay.

- fine woman, with brains...
and... and beauty.

- And sexy and... legs.
- That's enough.

- Get off the stage.
- You can't say that.

- I said brains!

- I just won - Oh,
congratulations!

Well, well.

- Oh, Pat. Hi, how are you?

- Thanks for coming.

- Sure, Irish people are
Black in their own way,

- treated like slaves.
- Uh, Pat...

- I mean, Pat, but did you
get on the boat yourself

or were you put on the boat?

Because there's a key
difference, you know?

- Well...

the famine was a genocide.

All about Windrush tonight.

Please, please spend your money.
Please do.

- And therefore I, uh...

Just... - I'm sorry.

- ends our round on
who had it worse.

- Who do you think won, Bradley?

- Well, considering you
can trace your ancestors

back as far as you want
to, maybe us, yeah.

- Hey, uh, raffle tickets, guys.

- Oh, yeah. Can I make
a donation with a card?

- Yeah, yeah. Of
course, you can.

Em, just put the amount in

and I'll get you the
equivalent raffle tickets.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Uh, don't worry about it.

- Oh, my God.

- Have you made a mistake?

- Uh, no. No.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

- Richard just donated a grand.

- That's so hot, Richard.

- Is a grand the price of your
white guilt there, mister?

- Ha-ha-ha, no, I, uh... I want
to support you, Miss Sarcasm.

- That is so solid
of you, Richard, man.

I don't think I have enough
raffle tickets though. Oh, God.

No, don't worry
about the raffle.

Hey, genuinely, uh, well done tonight.
You're... You're incredible.

All this, it's... it's, uh...
Yeah, it's devastating.

- I hope you'll
be okay, Richard.

Ha! Joking obviously. Well done, mate.
Very generous.

- Hey, Brad. You... You made
almost 360 squid tonight.

- Whoa! Bradley.
- Great.

- That's amazing,
Bradley, well done.

Thank you.

- Sorry, um, this is Aine.

- Yeah. Yeah, we met.

- Yeah, that... Oh, that was...
wonderful.

That was so moving, Celeste, by the
way, and... and you're gorgeous as well.

Eh, not that that... But you
know, can't harm a cause, ooh.

- Thanks. Thanks, love.

Oh...

Fucking... fuck!

Fuck! Aah!

Oh, God!

- Hey, babe, I'm just going
into a meeting. What's up?

- Oh, what a surprise, no
one's got any time for me

and I've just broken my toe.

- You... Your toe is what?

- Forget the toe. I'm completely isolated.
That's what's up.

And I'm not coping, and you left me
alone in a house with a ghost baby.

- Might you be a bit run-down?

- No! And you're having a
brilliant time in New York.

Without me.

In New York.

With your ex-wife.

- Ah, that ghost.

- I probably shouldn't have said
it was okay for you to meet her.

I'm clearly... sick and...
and fragile,

but I didn't want to be one of those
cunts who tells you what to do.

Except with moccasins. You
really shouldn't wear those.

- Okay. First of all...

you're not here, so what's the
point in having a brilliant time?

And, secondly, seeing Gaya
today reminded me even more

how much I want you
to be my second wife.

- How was she, anyway?

- She's, uh, adopted two
kids and she's happy.

But, babe, she's...
she's so haggard.

- Really?

Shit. God, that shit me up.

It's 11:00 p. m.

- Delivery for Shona.

Thanks.

Oh, what could that be?

- It's biscuits.

- You know, you're right.

It does take hours for
anyone to get out there.

Hey, I'll be home in two weeks,
and then we're getting married.

I wish I was there.

- I'm so glad you're not here.
I look disgusting.

- God, I can't believe I said her
looking gorgeous might help the cause.

Ugh, I'm such an
absolute vag wipe.

- It was a compliment. She's cool.
Don't worry.

- God, she's so cool and sophisticated.
Like, I can just see them as a pair.

God, sometimes I look at Richard

and he's so handsome,
I can't actually handle it.

Like, he's so out of my league.

Do you think I should go over there and
talk to them, or is it just too much?

- No, don't do that.
Let him do the chasing.

- Well, I'm hardly hard to catch
stood still here, am I? God!

Listen up, listen up, listen up.

I just wanna say that I am so proud
to be a part of this community, yeah?

It... It means... everything to me.
Yeah.

Connection...

Yeah... yeah, you know
what I'm saying, yeah?

I am so proud of my
son Bradley too, yeah.

I love you, my son.

All right! Come on,
let's do it, yeah?

♪ There is no place like home ♪

- As you can tell, this
is a much slower one.

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

- No fingering on
the dance floor,

'cause he will be really upset.
- Shut up.

♪ There is no place like home ♪

♪ No matter where I go ♪

- And you two, leave
a space for Jesus.

♪

- Oh, my God, there you are!

- Oh! God!
- Look at you all dolled up.

- James!
- No... No, I know I'm late.

And Sarah really wanted to come
but the babysitter canceled.

- Yeah, I... Em, I totally forgot
that I'd told you about this.

- Oh, no. Don't worry, I kept
bumping into people I know. So...

- Great, yeah.
- This is like our first office night out.

- Oh, Jesus!
- Hello.

She's so jumpy.

Hey.

- Uh, Mr. Kirby, right?

- Yes. Have we...

- James, um, I'm Aine's boss.
- Ah. Ah!

- We met about Etienne some time back.
- Right. Yeah.

Well, uh, Etienne is so... Uh,
she's been amazing, this one.

- Oh, thank you.

- Yes, no, she's,
uh, she's great.

I see she's offering
you the full service.

- Ugh, James, come on now.

- That's a little rude.

You're absolutely right, Richard.
I... I apologize.

Um, I'm just a
little bit shocked.

Em, I... I think
I'm gonna go now.

- James, come on. Can I just expl...
- No, you can't.

Jesus! - Oh, James.

Oh, no.

God, should I go after him?
Shit.

Oh, maybe I am a... people.

- Look, he... he knows now
so I guess one less secret.

Hey, I don't know what
we would do without you.

And, you know, James
knows that too,

which is why he wants to
go into business with you.

- Richard.

You know what, if you wanna, like,
hang out or whatever with your ex,

then just go ahead, just,
like, do it, you know?

- I don't understand.

- Celeste, the most
brilliant woman in the world.

Your ex-girlfriend, obviously.
- What?

- A woman always knows, Richard.

What? Don't laugh.

- Sorry, sorry. No, no, no...

No, uh, Celeste is someone we're
trying to land a publishing deal with.

Which is what I
was gonna explain.

I... I have to be charming and...
- What?

- Yeah. Jesus, what've
you done to your tooth?

- Oh, no. Don't look at me.
Don't look at me.

- Is that why you
didn't want to see me?

- No, go away.
- Come here, come here.

- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

So we're going to my
left your right, okay?

Five, six...

♪

That's nice. Here we go.

Five, six, seven, eight...

♪ "Candy" by Cameo playing ♪

- ♪ It's like candy ♪

♪ I can feel it when you walk ♪

♪ Even when you talk
it takes over me ♪

♪ You're so dandy ♪

- Oh, Richard.

You don't dance.

- I never said that.

- No?
- No.

No, I do... I do like to dance.
- Mm-hmm?

Just in a...

quieter, slower way.

This is the "Candy."

Let me see you dance.

- He's bad.

Look at you, lookin' at me.

And I'm lookin' at you.

♪

- ♪ This stuff is starting now
This stuff is starting now ♪

♪ This stuff is
starting now Hoo ♪

♪ My eyes roll in my head ♪

♪ I toss and turn in my bed ♪

♪ In the morning when
I think about you ♪

♪ Yes, I do ♪

♪ Simply put You're
the reason why ♪

♪ Even though I'm real shy ♪

♪ You're so dandy... ♪