All language subtitles for The Heights s01e10.eng

RENEE: Previously on The Heights...

You were supposed to have finished
these renovations forever ago,

yet... here we are.

We're still living in
a... in a building site.

Although you could
take me out to dinner.

I probably need to focus on home.

How would you feel about
working on a doco together?

Getting a bit bored of the Daisy show.

Hamish threw himself
off the bloody building

and I couldn't bear to
fail you two as well.

I want to go through the
new plans with the plumber

and... I'm out of here.

(POKIE MACHINE PLAYS JAUNTY TUNE)

The backyard ...
Australia's haven of privacy.

But why?

What is it about the rest of the world

that we're so desperate to hide from?

What about ourselves are we trying
to hide from the outside world?

Which brings me to your next assignment.

Throughout the year
we've explored the city

as a metaphor for utopia and decline.

In Urban Decay,

I want you to create a sculpture

communicating your ideas of your city.

Using found objects and
recycled materials...

... referencing modern sculpture
that we've learnt about.

(BELL RINGS)

I want to hear your ideas next
week. And don't forget to partner up.

SABINE: Mich!

We need to talk about what we're doing.

- Talk about what?
- The art assignment.

Bit presumptuous.

What, you wanna work with
one of your dumb footy mates

who are only doing
the class for a bludge?

Come on. We'll be the perfect team.

- I'm a cripple and you're...
- Indigenous?

Exactly!

We're living in the
age of diversity, man.

We'll get an A+ for sure.

You're cooked.

- So how about it?
- Yeah, whatever.

- Come to mine?
- Now? Someone's keen.

Art's my thing.

Actually, give me like an hour?

What?

It's alright. I've got
footy training anyway.

(SINGS IN VIETNAMESE)

Ah! Noah, stop running, please.

Hey.

$36.20.

Is Kam around?

He's studying. Leave him alone.

- NOAH: Mumma?
- Mmm?

Can I have some jellybeans?

Uh, you can have
something when we get home.

What's your favourite flavour? Purple?

Purple's not a flavour.

Yes, it is. It tastes just
like grapes. It's so yummy.

Please can I?

I said no, bub.

He's a good kid, no?

Yeah, I just... I don't like
them having too much sugar.

My Sully ate sugar all the
time and he turned out good.

But you know, us immigrants
couldn't afford much anyway.

I know what you mean. We're trying
to cut back at the moment too.

So... no organic for us for a while.

- $37.50.
- Thanks.

Declined.

Uh... well it must be the machine.
Do you want to try that again?

Sure.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Declined.

OK.

Uh, why don't you try this card?

Thanks.

- (MACHINE BEEPS)
- Declined.

OK. You don't have to keep saying that.

Must just be, um...

Mark must have forgotten
to put money in the account.

Um... just give me a second.

"Criminal finally exposes hide-outs."

Cryptic crosswords are so weird.

Read it again?

"Criminal finally exposes hide-outs."

Don't look at me. I'm a Sudoku man.

Don't mind these dullards, Bruce.

I notice you didn't have the answer.

Ah, tease all you want.

This generation is useless.

Can't do the cryptic.

They can't even place a bet properly.

It's "odds on", not "odds are".

Steady on, old man.

You can't even turn your computer
on without getting six viruses.

Ah, here's trouble.

I've been trying to ring you.

Why do we only have $17
in our bank account, Mark?

- Hey?
- I checked online.

I saw that you took a bunch of
cash out from here the other day.

Uh... oh, I must have
got the cards mixed up.

What for? What were you paying for?

Um, can we talk about
this when I get home?

No, I'm freaked out.

Um... come... come here.

Bruce, can you just keep an
eye on these two for a sec?

Yeah, sure. Sit over here, guys.

What?

Look, I had to pay Greg for the
electrical work on the patio, OK?

He needed it as a cashy.

His... his ex is watching his earnings.

So why is there six transactions
from the same ATM, Mark?

Machine was stuffed... could only
get a couple of hundred at a time.

The limits were low.

Would you two like to learn how
to play the cryptic crossword?

No.

Would... would you two like to learn

how to get black...
blacklisted from jury duty?

OK. I'll sort it. I will sort it.

Can you sort out the
shopping when you do, please?

- Yeah.
- Noah, Frankie, come on.

Thanks, Bruce.

Come on. It's OK.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Yeah.

- Come in.
- Hey.

- Oh, ta, mate. Thank you.
- How's he going?

Alright. Bit on the nose.

Yeah...

Here you go.

Is that all?

Christ, babies are expensive.

Ooh!

Worse than my ex after a
curry and a night on the town.

Yeah, at least he's...
he's not screaming.

Where are you going?
This is a two man job!

You got this.

I'm keeping a tally,

for when your mum ends
up wiping my arse one day.

I'm telling you, Patch.

(PATCH GURGLES)

What? Hey?

What's that?

Are you a bit flushed?

(FUSSES)

Mumma, have we run out of money?

No, peanut, we're fine.

- But you said to Daddy that...
- Yeah, no, no, no.

I... I'm so sorry. You
don't need to worry.

We've got more than enough money.

Just not enough to buy jellybeans!

Oh, no, that's because
when you're on a sugar high,

Mumma gets stressed out and
needs to have a lie down.

Like when Daddy gets stressed
and takes Oddjob for a run?

Yeah. Oh, hey, Greg.

Yeah, I just... oh, yeah,
yeah, yeah, the kids are great.

- Except we're eating yuck vegetables.
- Yuck!

I ... yeah I just wanted
to have a chat to you

about the work you guys
have been doing lately.

Well, what about the
job he just paid you for?

- Don't do that.
- I have to get ready.

But I love you.

You're just saying that
'cause you wanna get some.

Thought we were gonna hang?
I only have half an hour.

I have to be home before
Mum knows I was here.

- 'Cause she doesn't approve?
- Kinda.

Put some clothes on or something.
Mich will be here any minute.

But it's a Friday.

I know, but we've got to
do this art assignment.

Right.

- What?
- Nothing.

No, seriously, what?

It's just... I worry about you
hanging out with those guys, babe.

They go to my school. Kinda hard not to.

I don't know. Look at
what happened last time.

Cops came to his house and that
other houso kid was arrested.

He wasn't arrested and that was
mostly because of your mates.

It's not their fault he
was carrying illegal stuff.

You say it like it was
meth. It was fireworks.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Hey, Mich.
- Hey.

Dane was just leaving.

Hey dude. Meant to say...
real sorry about the party, eh?

Did it work out alright?

Nah. Oh, Dad's place
was a bit trashed, but...

Good thing about a tiny house
is it's easy to clean, right?

- Just kidding, bro.
- Yeah.

Kidding.

Don't you have to get home to your mum?

S'pose so.

Don't.

Uh-oh, he's looking prettier than you.

That magic of contouring.

Want a makeover, Ash?

Hell no. (SIGHS)

I'm pretty enough.

Guys, are we doing Sonic Fest this year?

I'm in.

Oh, I dunno.

I'm still having flashbacks

of being trapped in that
frown cupboard last year.

(ALL LAUGH)

What... what's a... uh, frown cupboard?

Uh, it's a portaloo.

Hey, George has a bunch of passes
to this fashion afterparty thingo.

Free booze. Do we want them?

Obviously.

Alright, I'll tell him. Five, yeah?

I can't. I've got work in the morning.

Oh, you're always working.

Dude, call in sick.

Weren't you complaining that
your boss wasn't even paying you?

I'll call in sick for you.

I gotta go.

You can't bail on us tonight.

Man's got to make a living.

You know what else a man's got to do?

Live his life.

No-one ever said on their deathbed,
"Oh, I just wish I worked more."

But what they did say is that,

"I wish I went to
that awesome free party

with all of those hot people."

Oh, that was beautiful.

Come on.

It won't be the same without you.

Come on. Come on.

Alright, man. I'll call in sick.

- Killing me, man.
- (LAUGHTER)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Spoke to Greg.

- Greg Carey?
- Yeah.

He said that you didn't
pay him for that job.

Nor have you paid a bunch of
people that you owe, apparently.

Ah, he's just being a drama queen.

The business account is empty.

The joint account is empty.

We have no money.

It's all good.

Look, I'm just waiting on a
few things to come through.

But it's not all good, Mark! People
don't want to work with us anymore!

What? Who doesn't? Greg Carey?
He... he's a lazy git anyway.

But Dad always said nothing is
more valuable than your reputation.

If people think that we
can't pay them, then...

Well, this is why I don't
want you checking the accounts!

I can handle it, alright?

- So will you spare me your dad's lecture...
- No, I'm not an idiot!

You don't run a business
with no money in the coffers.

Why would you keep saying
that? We have money.

Then where is it, Mark? I don't see it!

Remember when we first met

and you were still seeing that
girl, Rosie with the tongue piercing,

and you told me that
you'd broken up with her?

What's that got to do with anything?

You have that exact
same look on your face.

You're lying.

(SIGHS)

Do you know what? I don't need this.

(PATCH FUSSES, CRIES)

-
Walking through the...

- Shh, shh, shh.
- (PHONE RINGS)

(CONTINUES CRYING)

- Oh, bubba.
- (CONTINUES CRYING)

- (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
- (CONTINUES CRYING)

PAV: You know, you're not going
to suddenly make this place popular

by mixing a new cocktail.

No, but it might help us

get rid of some of the naff
liquor that Bill stored up.

Oh, what's this? Blue Curacao. Blargh.

It's essentially a collection

of all the alcohol I used to
get drunk on as a teenager.

But we are going to make it cool again.

- Ha-ha!
- Hey... where's mine?

You can share with them.

I'm not sharing with, uh... Watto.

You get the hepatitis
alphabet just looking at him.

Alright, so it's got a gin base
with a little bit of cognac,

red pomegranates, lemon, bee
pollen and free range eggs.

I'm thinking of calling
it the Cognac Cauldron.

Mmm. Tastes ironic.

- With a hint of wank.
- (OTHERS LAUGH)

You don't want to put more
than three flavours in a drink.

It... it, uh... kind of overpowers it.

- Here.
- What are you doing?

I'm going to help you.

OK.

So what's the plan?

You're going to, uh...
gentrify this place?

No. Just going to... you
know, tidy it up a bit.

- As long as you don't ruin its charm.
- (LAUGHS)

Of course. I'd hate to ruin this place.

If you get so much as one craft beer...

Oh, give him a break. He just wants
to make the place look a bit nicer.

Like I'm trying to do
with the community garden.

And I'd like to thank you, Watto,

for no longer peeing on the
eggplants as per my request.

Evening. Heya...

Hey.

I need a bottle of
sparkling, please, a nice one.

Celebrating?

I thought I'd get Rashida
an engagement present.

I should probably get on to that too.

So, you work here now?

- Oh, yeah, I'm just helping out.
- He's perfecting my newest cocktail.

Here, wrap your
laughing gear round that.

Ooh.

Ooh, yeah, that's actually pretty good.

- Alright.
- It's got bee pollen, free range...

She doesn't need a spiel,
mate. really, honestly.

And... what are you calling it?

- The Cognac Cauldron.
- The Hipster Douche.

Oh, you're funny, you
know that? Isn't he funny?

- Yeah, he is pretty funny.
- (LAUGHS)

Well, I'll be sure to come
back and order a Hipster Douche.

You see? A satisfied
customer. It's working already.

(CHUCKLES)

- OK. Uh... well, see ya!
- See ya.

God. That sobered me up.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You alright?
- Uh... just a drink.

Yeah, I think I need
a drink too, actually.

Right, Hipster Douches all round.

- Hipster what?
- Hipster Douche.

It's the new thing.
Everyone is doing it.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hi, Mrs Rosso.

It's Dr Rosso.

Claudia's fine.

Daughter. I thought Dane'd be here.

He was.

- Trouble in paradise?
- No.

We just had to get a head
start on this assignment.

Shall we have those
leftovers for dinner?

Already ate them.

Guess I'll order some more, then!

We eat way too much takeaway.

I wish we did. Dad's always
trying to show off in the kitchen.

- You're welcome to stay for dinner.
- Thanks.

All of these ideas are crap.

I thought art was your thing.

We could do something
with an Aboriginal theme.

I don't know much about it.

But your mum's Aboriginal, isn't she?

Yeah. So's my dad.

Pav?

Pav's not my real dad.

- Then who's...
- I don't know.

I don't see him anymore.
What else have we got?

(SIGHS) "How do you
feel about this city?"

That's what we're supposed to be doing.

- So?
- So what?

How do you feel about this city?

I don't know.

You've gotta have some opinion of it.

Sum it up in one word.

A zoo.

(PULSING DANCE MUSIC)

He thinks he can keep
you all to himself.

Nah, we're all mates.

Nah, Tyler doesn't have mates.

He has projects.

We all play our role.

(PULSING DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PAV GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

- (LAUGHS)
- Oh, you drunk toddler.

Nah, I'm just being you
on the slot machines, mate.

- (MIMICS ELEVATOR BELL)
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Oh, first floor. Audrey!

It's all your fault... those cookies.

Just kidding, Audrey. Love you, Audrey.

(LAUGHS)

- Wake up!
- No. Shush! Shush!

Sorry.

Shh, shh, shh.

- (WHISPERS) This... Here, here.
- Shh.

- Yeah.
- Shh.

Nice, nice.

- Shh.
- Nice.

(PATCH CRIES IN THE DISTANCE)

- (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)

- (PATCH CONTINUES CRYING)
- Hang on, hang on, hang on.

- Hang on. These aren't my keys!
- (THUMPING)

Whoo! Now the party starts.

- No, no, no.
- Shush! Oh, no, no, no.

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- (CONTINUES CRYING)

Oh, come on.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's alright.

- RYAN: Ooh.
- ANA: Oh...

This one is definitely the worst.

Yep. In the bin.

(COUGHS)

- (FUSSES, CRIES)
- HAZEL: Come on.

- That's it.
- (FUSSES)

(CONTINUES FUSSING)

Oh...

- Shh.
- (FUSSES)

Oh, bubba.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- There.
- (FUSSES)

Would you rather...

... have your life accompanied
by a dynamic orchestral score,

or narrated by David Attenborough?

Like, the whole time?

- Every single minute.
- (SNORING)

(MIMICS DAVID ATTENBOROUGH) Morning time

is grooming time in the towers,

yet the Ana Novak is a somewhat appre...

I thought you said David Attenborough.

Yeah, that wa... (CHUCKLES)

Ha-ha. That's very funny.

Very funny.

I choose orchestral score.

My turn.

Would you rather...

... get murdered by
Ghostface from Scream,

Freddy Krueger,

or that creepy chick on the Ring
movies when she comes out of the TV?

That scared the absolute shit...

- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Ah!

(SNORING CONTINUES)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

HAZEL: It's me!

(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Oi!

Why the hell didn't
you answer your phone?

I... I...

I'm worried there's
something wrong with him.

He's had a couple of vomits,
wouldn't eat anything. Has a temp.

Oh, no, little man.

A bit tachycardic.

I don't know what that means.

Quick heart rate. His
breathing's pretty fast.

Wake up, bubba.

Should we try and burp him?

BOTH: Shut up, Ryan.

(PATCH BREATHES A GURGLING WHEEZE)

Hazel, we're going to
take Patch to the hospital.

Why? What's wrong with him?

We're just being on the safe side.

He's not breathing. Is he breathing?

Hazel. You're going to drive.

I'll call the hospital on the way
and let them know we're coming.

- Let's go.
- Move.

(SNORES SOFTLY)

(PULSING DANCE MUSIC)

(MUSIC BECOMES MUFFLED,
ECHOING AND DISTORTED)

(PULSING MUSIC RESUMES)

RACECALLER: (ON TV) They're off.

First Among Equals and Shy
Dell jumped away quickly...

Mark.

Came out very busy on...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

... straight there
into the box seat early.

What's going on?

(SIGHS)

It's Maureen.

She's got involved with a payday lender.

She hasn't been making the
payments and... it spiralled.

How much did you lend her this time?

$15,000.

Oh, my God. Mark!

Your bloody sister.

OK, it's... it's not just that, though.

You're... you're right. I stuffed up.

I haven't been keeping
track of the books.

I haven't been paying people on time

and... you know, it's
gotten away from me.

I'm really sorry, 'Nee. I need help.

I mean, I'm glad you told me.

Could you take over the books,
do you think? Is that too much?

Yeah.

Yeah, OK. I'll do that.

And we can dip into the home loan...
to keep up with household stuff.

Yeah, whatever you think is best.

And we'll scale back on the renovations.

You're right. It's... it's too much.

I need you to promise me something.

Anything.

Don't ever... ever lie to me again.

I won't.

I mean it, Mark.

If we don't have trust,
then I can't do this.

(MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY THROUGH HEADPHONES)

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS
FAINTLY THROUGH HEADPHONES)

(SIGHS)

(GENTLE PIANO)

(SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE)

I'm not cut out for this.

I'm the idiot who
didn't answer his phone.

(SCOFFS) I told you him coming
home with me was a mistake.

- It wasn't. You are great with him.
- I'm rubbish.

Nothing's changed. Just
stuffing up another one.

What happened tonight wasn't your fault.

And neither was Hamish.

- OK. Uncle?
- Yes.

Grandma.

I have Patch's blood work back.

He has viral pneumonia.

That's bad. Is that really bad?

No. Happens to kids sometimes.

What did I do?

You haven't done anything.

Patch is just too young to have
had the shot that prevents this.

- It's just bad luck.
- You see?

Is he going to be OK?

I think he's going to be just fine.

Give him a week, he'll be
back on the footy field.

Can I stay with him?

Of course.

We could set you up a bed.

We can do it now if you want?

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MIMICS DAVID ATTENBOROUGH)
Early morning

in the lush tundra of Arcadia,

and thanks to Ana Novak,

Patch has survived another day.

- I was doing the uh...
- Yeah, I got it.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Mm-hm.

I was useless.

- Yeah.
- But... you were incredible.

It's all good.

No, you were. You were... amazing.

Just... amazing.

Uh... uh... Thank you.

It's OK.

Thanks.

(GENTLE ACOUSTIC GUITAR)

- Anything serious?
- I asked her to marry me.

- But we're Aboriginal.
- Yes, my mother was.

Do you know much about her?
Has Grandad said anything?

- Not really.
- Who took the sports section?

SABINE: Very... leopard-y.

DANE: It's hot, right?

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