The Watcher Self

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Welcome to Monday!

- Have they gone in already? - Yeah. Half an hour ago.

- Did you call hospitality? - Oh. I thought you were doing that!

So that's the point I was making about people knowing where they fit in.

The other one might be busy but, ultimately, you would get by.

Mr. Pitman's office.

Kelly.

Kelly!

Phone.

Hello? Fuck!

Dude, I know. I know.

Is she getting any cravings yet?

She's starting to look massive! Do you think it's his?

No way is it!

A boy, I think. But she wants a girl.

Phil's gonna go ape when he finds out!

Did you see him at the wedding?

That kid is gonna be totally fucked up by the time it's sixteen.

Vanessa, there is absolutely no difference between the ground and the instant.

Well, you go and buy it then!

It's cheaper. It's instant. And it's fine!

Is this really about the coffee, Vanessa?

Oh, because that's the most important thing in your life right now.

Apart from Jeremy Kyle. Maybe he likes it ground!

- Excuse me. Could I have a cigarette? - Yeah. Sure.

Cora?

Hello.

Rose.

- Oh, hey! - Thought it was you!

So... how's things?

- Fine. - Good!

- Everything's... OK? - Yes.

Oh, that's good.

- How are things with you? - Oh, everything's fine, thanks.

Can't complain.

Doing some "DIY"?

No. I was just looking.

Birthday present? Leave it to them, that's what I say.

Mine spends so much time in the garage he might as well sleep there.

So you're not at work today?

- I left early. - Oh, right. Right...

So... you are back at work now then.

Well, I'd better be getting on. I've got to pick up Sebastian.

They grow up so fast, don't they?

Well, it was nice to see you. You're looking really well.

We should all get together again soon. Give me a call?

- I will. - OK. I'll see you around.

"Do you think it's his?"

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?"

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?"

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "So fucked up."

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "So fucked up." "So fucked up."

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "So fucked up." "So fucked up." "So fucked up."

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "So fucked up." "So fucked up." "So fucked up." "Do you think it's his?"

"Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?" "So fucked up." "So fucked up." "So fucked up." "Do you think it's his?" "Do you think it's his?"

Daniel? It's Cora.

Yes, it has.

Oh, not much. I'm just on lunch at the moment.

No, in the office.

I told Mum ages ago. She didn't tell you?

So how are you, anyway?

And how's... Susan?

I know. Well, I thought I'd just ask.

Well, I can understand why.

How are the twins, anyway?

Yes, she's into all that, isn't she?

That's nice.

OK, bye.

'Night!

Hello?

Thank you!

- All right, sweetheart? - Oh, you're so impatient!

- What are you doing? - You wanted a coffee.

Two sugars, please.

- Thank you. See you later. - Bye!

Come in.

- Do you want another one? - Whatever you're having.

- There's nowhere you need to be tonight? - No.

Sit down.

Cheers.

So Van's an interesting name.

You know, I have European relatives. Danish, I think.

Distant cousins, possibly.

It's all right. I'm not expecting anybody else.

Do you want money?

That's not what I meant.

There's that look again.

What look?

The one from before.

Do you smoke?

Sure. Do you want one of mine?

I must confess - I don't usually do this kind of thing.

So why are you?

Oh, girls just wanna have fun and take what you can get, and all that.

Sorry.

I don't know what I'm saying.

Then don't say anything.

Cora? Cora!

- Thought you'd left us there for a moment. - Sorry.

Have you got that proposal?

Yes.... I'll bring it in.

- Mr. Pitman. The proposal you wanted. - Thank you, Cora. Oh, one moment, please.

Mistakes here...

- Is everything all right? - Yes.

Sure?

Is there anything you need to talk to me about?

You know, if anything was wrong. If you're not happy here.

No, I'm fine. Really.

Well, all right, then.

What?

Shit!

How's work?

- As good as that, eh? - It's fine, mum.

What do you do now?

Office job. I told you.

I lose track.

Busy?

- Are you in charge of anyone? - Not really.

What happened about that... "thing"?

What "thing"?

Wasn't there some sort of promotion "thing"?

Yeah. It didn't work out.

Oh. Never mind.

I hear you spoke to Daniel.

- I'm going up to see them in a couple of weeks. - I'm sure you'll all have a lovely time.

How's Dennis?

Who knows?

- Younger model, huh? - Watch it, lady!

Well, you don't do yourself any favours, do you?

Well, nobody does me any so why should I care?

Are you staying for lunch?

If you're inviting me.

I haven't got much in.

Hello?

Oh... hi, Bernie!

I'm fine.

Can you finish this?

But you haven't eaten anything.

I had a big breakfast.

No, it would just be for a couple of days.

I don't know. Take them to the Sage, or something?

I wouldn't.