All language subtitles for Goodnight Sweetheart s03e06 Turned Out Nice Again

Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching all you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the dawn,

a new day is born.

Mm -hmm.

Mobile phone, file of facts, Greenpeace
newsletter.

Oh, and condoms. Oh, yes.

New man is off to the office.

Mark, if you wish.

Yeah, I was.

And I don't need your permission, thank
you. It's in lieu of rent.

So, what does a new man do at lunchtime?

I mean, after the tai chi lesson and the
tofu salad.

You got time for a quick pint?

A real organic ale, obviously.

All the hops humanely killed.

Sorry, thought I'd pop down to Camden
Lock.

Sonia's going to do the cards.

Your lousy cards.

Tarot cards.

I bet you still lose.

Sonia, right?

So, what, Stella really is history,
then?

I think Sonia could be my sort of woman.

She's very together and very, very well
adjusted.

Is this the one with the four
therapists?

Well, at least she's been adjusted by
professionals.

Speaking of which, I'll be out of your
space this weekend.

I have enrolled in a manhood workshop.

It's crucial stuff, Gary.

I'll be learning how to access my inner
chemical reservoir and eventually be

able to control my own testosterone
levels by the sheer power of thought.

Awesome stuff, eh, Gary?

Yes, the consequences are frightening,
Ron. No, the consequences are a new

order built on genuine love and total
sensitivity towards each other.

This weekend, we are taking to the
forest to absorb the he elements from

so strengthening our male bonding.

So basically, it's into the woods, and
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Radical. Hey, it's good that somebody's
got work to go to. Hey, Ron. Well,

that's right, isn't it, Yvonne?

You see, what we have here is a part
-time knocker and collector of negative

vibes. Really?

Tell me about it.

Neanderthal, Yvonne.

An Iron Age reject.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

I'll bring the organic wine later.

And don't worry, Yvonne.

Some of us are still evolving.

Oh.

Evolving. He means revolving. Going
around in circles looking for himself.

at least he's making the effort.

Amazing. Just that. A woman has rejected
him. I know he's trying to be better

for the next woman to come along.

I have to applaud that, Gary.

Ronnie's trying to raise his threshold.

No, he's not. Ronnie's trying to raise
his chances of getting his leg over.

All this new age stuff is just a ploy to
see if he can get into somebody's new

age knickers.

It's a blag. He still thinks the Rainbow
Warrior is one of the gladiators.

A notter and collector of negative
vibes.

He's right, isn't he? Well, personally,
I think Ron is turning into a very aware

and sincere human being.

Well, personally, I think Ron should go.
The sooner the better.

Phone Stella, see if she'll have him
back.

Tell her there's a few quid in it for
her if she'll take him back by the

weekend. Go on, speak to her. No, I
won't. Well, she's supposed to be your

friend. Well, I can see it from Ron's
side as well now.

And besides, I'm not sure I know Stella
anymore.

I haven't spoken to her since this
sudden sexual liberation, since she

carving notches on her bedhead.

But she might have calmed down a bit.

She might.

Or she might have whittled the whole bed
away by now and be rolling around in

sawdust and shavings.

See you later.

Happy birthday to you.

and blow the icing off and all. We had a
whip round for all that sugar.

Lil's birthday.

Oh, don't tell me you forgot the
chocolate.

Haven't you got anything for her?

Well, there's this, but this was for
you.

Well, what is it?

Harry, would you put that...

You'd better not give this to Lil. Her
husband could have a heart attack.

I wouldn't mind risking one myself a bit
later on.

Yeah, well, I'd like to sing her a song
instead.

Lil!

Um, Gary's going to sing you a song for
your birthday.

Thanks for the pressure.

What's that been mean? You know hundreds
of songs.

How old are we, Lil?

She's 63, aren't you, Lil?

63.

Yeah, that's close enough.

When I get older, there is in my head...

years from now will you still be sending
me a valentine birthday greeting

bottle of wine if i stay out till
quarter to three would you lock the

door will you still need me will you
still feed me when i'm 64

Ain't the bullet all wet?

Sidney Wick.

And before you ask, no, I will not play
fourth down the bill to some drunken

fire -eater at a flea pit in Deptford.
Now, would I ask a thing like that? Yes,

you would.

Harry wants to concentrate on his
songwriting side of things. As so he

so he should. I mean, that was an A1,
little number, yes. Maybe with a few

verses, that could be perfect for my
latest discovery.

George Formby, you didn't discover him.
You're just a ghastly freak of nature.

Here, here. You are talking about a
star, a stage, screen, a radio.

A living legend. A musical millionaire.
He could be worth a lot of money to me.

And he's one of Reggie's favourites. Oh,
and one of Reggie's favourites. Oh, Mr.

Woo. What can I do? Thanks, Reg. Shut
it.

I queued up all night once on Charles
III Avenue for tickets for George.

Yeah, well, he inspires that kind of
dedication.

I hope you got the tickets. I did, yes.

Unfortunately, I was in the wrong queue.

Ivan Avella's good, but he's not as
funny.

Right, well, let's have no more
disparagement. The man is a genius.

He has raised the status of the ukulele
to the level of the symphony orchestra.

Well, I wouldn't do that. Well, I would.
That kind of talk sells tickets.

How come he's appearing courtesy of you?
Because I'm paying him money.

Well, that's a first.

I am paying him what nobody else in
London would pay him. You wouldn't

what I'm paying him. I don't believe
what I'm paying him. But I shall be

as the man who brought George Formick to
London during the war, regardless of

the cost. Everyone will know Sidney
Wicks.

In a week from now, I could be the most
notorious bankrupt in town.

You mentioned something about one of
Gary's songs. No, I don't think he did.

think he did, actually, Gary. Yeah, I'm
sure I did. What was that called? When

I'm 64?

Yeah, you know, that might have been
written specially for George Vorley.

I can assure you it wasn't. Yeah, but
you can hear him singing it, can't you?

Yeah, well, of course, he might want to
change a word or two here or there, put

it in a verse of his own, maybe.

No, no, he can't.

But he's a star, Gary.

A star.

Oh, I'd love George to hear that number.
I really would.

Yeah, I'll tell you what. I'll bring you
round to meet you.

What, here?

Yeah.

George Formby in my pub.

What? I... Tell Mr Formby there will be
police presence at all times.

Excellent. How about tomorrow, then?

No, sorry, Wixie. Some of us have got
better things to do.

Oh. Um, just a minute.

Gary, get over here.

Now.

Um, better things to do. Gary.

George Formby is coming here to meet you
in person. What could you possibly be

doing that's better?

Oh, washing my hair, ironing a shirt,
knitting a parachute.

No, you listen to me, Gareth Sparrow.

Your songs could get us out of here on
the road to a new life.

Now, we talked about this ages ago,
Gary. You can't have forgotten so

No, no, of course not.

Well, then, having a song taken up by
someone like George Formby could be the

making of you.

Yeah, but not that song.

Well, why not? Have you got anything
better for him?

I suppose we could try him out on great
balls of fire.

What? Yeah, nothing.

Well, then.

I mean, this is our big chance, Gary, so
you just find the time to meet him.

Be glad to meet George Formby.

In fact, it's been an ambition of his
for a very long time.

Cancelled my manhood workshop.

Thought I'd let my testosterone find its
own level.

Can always dilute it with lager if I
have to.

Tarot reading didn't go too good either.
All doom and gloom.

Apparently a period of celibacy looms.

Well, the card said that.

No, Sonia said that.

Saturday the 14th of February, 1942.

You going?

Judging by the worried and depressed
look on your face, I'd say you must have

tickets. Now you're going to see George
Formby.

It's worse than that, Ron. He's going to
see me.

What, you started performing again?

Where is it this time? The Palladium?

No, I just happen to play when I'm 64.

You know, totally innocent.

Except, as usual, you claimed you wrote
it, which, let's face it, isn't totally

innocent.

In fact, let's really face it, it's
deception, copyright theft and fraud,

go on.

Well, that's it. I play the song, then
up pops Sidney Wicks, and the next thing

I know, it's audition time at the Royal
Oak.

But what if George Pornby liked the
song?

I can't let that happen, Ron. That's
messing with history.

Yeah, but not a lot.

I mean, it just means that Paul
McCartney won't bother writing it

grew up hearing George Formby singing
it.

It'll still exist.

British culture will remain intact.

No, I've got to get out of this one,
Ron.

Well, don't go back. Stand him up. I
don't do that. Phoebe had never forgiven

me. Well, that's it, then.

George Formby sings the Beatles.

A collector's item if ever I heard one.

Do you think you could get him to sing
Strawberry Fields Forever? I think I'd

like that.

I know this is all a big joke to you,
but you can't go messing around with

history. That's a knock -on effect and
very serious consequences.

I take.

How much?

Well,

I'm not sure. You don't see many of
those about.

Well, you wouldn't, you know.

George Formby never played the Hackney
Empire.

Well, do you have to go now?

Well, yeah, he's a weekend market sort
of person. You know, if I don't catch

now, it's a trip up to Nottingham
midweek.

Oh, yeah, go on then, twist my hair.

Thank you.

May I say something?

No.

In order to remove the cloudiness, that
wine has been filtered through the dried

innards of a deceased fish.

Really? Well, now it's being filtered
through me. Personally, I'd be more

worried about it after that.

I don't expect you to care.

But I know Yvonne appreciates my little
health tips.

She is, after all, Yvonne, isn't she?

Ciao.

I told you, he's definitely getting a
thing for you. No.

Yes. No.

Yes. Mind you, he's getting a bit much,
isn't he? Can't even enjoy a drink

without having to swallow all the sordid
details.

And if I am told that one more thing is
a desecration of the Brazilian

rainforest... I know. Look, it is time
to phone Stella.

Yes.

No later when you've gone. Oh, right,
I've gone, I've gone.

Stella, it's Yvonne.

Look, I don't suppose you want to talk
about things, but... Stella?

Stella, hey, it's OK.

Yeah, we'll talk, we'll talk.

Of course, it's getting deeper out
there.

I hope your visitors are going to make
it. Oh, don't worry. What's the battle

for a blizzard if there's a few bob
involved?

George Formby coming here.

They were so nervous. I could do with a
drink.

I could do with a transfer to the
Russian front.

Oh, come on, Gary. You can't hate him
that much. You've never met him.

I've never met Hitler, but I don't send
him a birthday card.

That is not the same thing at all, Gary,
and you know it. George is very, very

popular. He's filled the Empire
tomorrow.

Not with soundbites.

Gary? You just behave yourself when they
come. Be nice.

I mean, this could be the day when your
career takes a step forward.

One small step for man, one giant leap
for mankind.

Brilliant! That's a song, isn't it? I'm
coming to recognise a Gary Sparrow song

in the making. Yes, that's right, Reg.

It's called Walking on the Moon.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the
great George Holmby.

Good morning.

He looks more assertive in a frock,
doesn't he?

What do you call it after noon around
here?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Turned out nice again.

Brilliant, brilliant.

George, come sit down here, dear.

Away from the bar.

And the very lovely Mrs Beryl for me,
obviously.

Obviously. No show without punch, eh,
Reg?

The, er, the piano's over here.

No, that's no good.

You can't play one.

Oh, but Gary can play, so play on, Gary.
Let's hear this song.

I want to see the words written down
first.

Don't we?

That's right.

I don't want George doing anything that
might offend.

Really? Mr Woo's solicitor's not been in
touch yet, then?

Beg your pardon?

Words, please. That's how we work.

Yeah, well, Gary prefers to play it.
That's how we work.

Play it. How do you feel about that,
George? Play it loud, for God's sake.

her out.

Mine forevermore.

Will you still need me?

Will you still feed me? When I'm 64.

Oh!

Encore! Encore!

No, no, no, I'm sorry. We don't do
encore in private.

It's perfect for George. Just perfect.

That'll be the top number in all the
promenade booths from Yarmouth to

Blackpool.

It is the sort of thing you need.

Something for the old ones, so to speak.

Well, Gary can write songs for people of
all ages. He's very professional.

Listen, George, I might want to change a
few things.

Might you? Well, I might.

Well, Gary, actually, I definitely will.

Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely song.

A bit old -fashioned, but we can still
sort that out.

But that bit that goes, birthday
greetings, bottle of wine.

Who drinks wine, lad?

No, no, no, no, no. That should be...
bottle of stout.

You see, that's my audience, Gary.

Man of the people, mate.

Yeah, but George Stout won't really
rhyme with Valentine, will it?

No, no, but it does need to be a bit
cheekier somehow.

Something about, um, out for nowt.

I see.

And out for nowt is cheekier.

Well, it will be when I do it.

Yes, it's the sheer sophistication that
staggers me.

Look, George, let me think about it.
I'll work on it, represent it at a later

date, OK? I mean, it's not even written
down. There's no going back now, Gary

lad. It's all up here now.

Never forget a lyric, mate.

Well, not unless I've had a few.

Fancy a swift half, just for starters?

I can't.

What are you two muttering about?

Nothing, Petal, just music, dog.

How Bentley's parked out there.

How lovely new Bentley.

We haven't had it in five minutes.

George.

Oh, George!

legend.

Are you OK?

How are you feeling?

Oh, so -so. Oh, really? So -so used to
be a code for passing me the razor

Excuse me.

Another one of these.

Oh, look, Yvonne.

I'm really sorry about that outburst on
the phone. It's just that you were the

only one to ring.

Do you know, I haven't heard from
Chrissie in over a fortnight.

What's with Lindsay? Is she away or
what?

Well, nobody quite knew what to say.

I mean, you just surprised us, that's
all.

Well, you know, dragging in every
passing bloke and banging them up

wall. I mean, it's just, um... Is it
tiring?

I mean, do you have to take extra
business or what?

Just don't forget who you is.

It was Chris you wanted, not me.

Oh, come on, I understand and I respect
your privacy. You know that.

it first to your back.

It was Lindsay who wondered.

Hey, Fawn. Oh, come on.

We don't care what you do in your own
home or in the park.

As long as it's after closing time and
you don't break the swings.

Oh, look, as long as you're happy.

You're not happy, are you?

Come on, Stella. If it makes you this
miserable, don't do it.

I don't.

Hey.

The chair's in some way more salubrious.

I wouldn't know the meaning of the word,
Gary.

I told you.

Man of the people, me.

Who's that lot there?

It's the people.

Turn down the ice again.

It doesn't take much, does it?

What? None of them? Not even that guy
Keith who everyone had?

Well, nearly everyone.

about him as well.

Going through the car wash, remember?

You said you'd never had a hot wax like
it. Did I?

Well, I lost track. I'm a lousy liar.

I invented the first bloke just to cheer
myself up.

Then it got a bit out of hand and I
couldn't remember what I'd said to who.

But did you come to actually believe it?

No, you did.

Right. And gradually the phone stopped
ringing and I was all on my own.

I realised I'd overdone it.

Over -egged the pudding.

Oh, talking of the pudding, it's still
in our spare room. Oh, yeah, I heard.

I hope you haven't eaten absolutely
everything.

Not absolutely everything, no. We've
still got some of those square things

Cream crackers?

No place, Matt.

But did you have to throw Ron out just
to have a fantasy?

Well, I didn't know it was going to be
just a fantasy, did I?

Remember my boss, the bloke at your
fancy dress -do?

The one that Ron beat up because he
thought you were having an affair with?

I was. Well, nearly. But not with him,
with his brother. He used to be our area

manager. We were about to.

Or so I thought.

He kept offering me weekends away.

Brighton, Bournemouth, Paris even.

Well, I couldn't very well have hidden
that from Ron. I'm rotten at all that

deception stuff.

So I thought it was more honest just to
check him out.

What, leave the decks clear, ready for
action? So what happened?

Nothing. He got transferred to head
office.

And a week later he was spotted in
Bournemouth with the personnel officer.

God, men are bastards.

Bastards. Hey, you, another one of
these, now.

Bastards.

You see, Gary, women are like that.

Possessive.

Can't live with them, can't live without
them.

That's wonderful.

I'll buy that one, too.

You come up with the words and I'll sing
them.

Can't live with them, can't... Oh, this
is grand, Gary. Do you know, I haven't

had this much fun since, um...

Since the last time you did it?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, and you know why?

Beryl.

Possessive.

Women are like that, Gary.

Can't live with them, can't live without
them.

I love that one, too.

Brilliant.

Fantastic. Quick, write them all down.
I'll do them all.

You're starting to forget things, are
we, Josh?

Eh?

Nothing. Come on, drink up. Then it's
either the black swan or the lemon flag.

Flag and lag.

Flag and lag.

Flag and... I think we'd better make it.
The black swan, I can tell you that.

Well,

cliche classics, Yvonne.

You find a bloke and you think, he could
be great, with a bit of help and

encouragement, a bit of a trim here and
there. Yeah, but we're morph men. It's

six inches off the gut and half a yard
off the ego.

And the minute you show an interest, he
thinks he must be great already, and

it's downhill all the way.

But Ron wasn't that bad, was he?

No.

I mean, like most blokes, he talks a
good relationship.

What he really means is, if I lay you,
will you be me mum?

But you have to be realistic.

I mean, Gary's OK.

He's a workaholic. He's never at home
because he's always in his shop.

Frankly, I think he lives in the past.

Hey, George, what about a song, eh?

No,

no, no, George.

See, no lamppost. No lamppost there,
right?

Oh, no. What about that song, When I'm
64?

Eh? You what?

Oh, Mr. Woo.

I think we'd better get you back to
base.

No. Come on, then.

No. Oh, to the flag -a -lag.

Flag -a -lag.

See, I can see it now.

Come on.

No, no, George.

No, you don't want to go to the flag -a
-lag.

You wouldn't like it down there.

In your state, I don't think I'd be too
keen on you.

Really?

Everybody loves George.

That's Beryl.

That's my agent.

Come on. Mr. Wicks. All right, all
right, Mr. Formby. Simmer down.

You'll kill him.

Beryl will kill him.

I should worry about him. She'll kill
all of us.

I don't feel very well.

Stella!

You look happy.

Oh, my God, what a mess!

Yvonne, tell her, I am wearing nothing
that has caused animal cruelty or

diminished the world's resources.

Or has ever been anywhere near an iron
or a washing machine. I know, I can see

that. You look... Totally recycled.
Well, he knows where all the appliances

kept.

Stella, without you, an appliance is
just white goods.

A thing of no meaning.

Oh, he's right, you know.

I do give meaning to his life.

Oh, look at him. He obviously needs me.

Oh, I do need you.

Nearly as much as I need a chicken
vindaloo and a can of lager.

That's my boy.

Come on.

It's all you can eat for a fiver down
the star of Bengal.

I blame your fella for this.

Don't you have any control over him?

They did slip out together, remember?

This is turning out to be a right Fred
car. No, this is...

Carl bashed up, him gone AWOL, and here
am I, stuck in one of the worst parts of

London. Do you mind? There's a lot worse
than this.

We've never been treated like this in
the North. Oh, no.

People look up to us.

People look after us.

Hospitality. Little sandwiches and
butterfly buns.

Well, there's a war on down here. Or
didn't they tell you about it?

Well, I'm playing in windows.

Look at that! Just look at the state of
that!

For the flag of land.

Oh, Gary, how could you?

And what kind of an answer is that?

You can't live with them, and you can't
live without them.

I've heard enough. Mr. Wick, fetch us a
cab. Get us out of here, please. Now,

now, now, let's not be hasty, dear lady.

Yeah, I mean, that's right. What about
the thongs? Thongs?

From him?

The sooner my George is away from him,
the better. In fact, don't even stand

near him.

Oh, see you, Gary.

He's my pal.

You're always getting rid of my power.
Can we try and keep some sort of order?

Any order ado.

Gary, have you got nothing at all to
say?

Only that I am deeply sorry for any
upset that I may have caused.

And if Mrs. Formby wanted to leave right
now, no one would blame her.

apologise. That's right. Now, let's not
make a mountain out of a molehill.

And let's not pass up the chance of some
new material.

A good song can't be easy to find.

Yeah, and Gary writes some of the best
songs going. I mean, Gary Sparrow is a

name for tomorrow. Isn't that right, Mr
Wiggs? That's right.

And they don't ever have to meet. We can
see to that.

Yeah, but if Mrs Formby wanted to stick
to her guns and leave right now, I'm

sure we'd all understand.

Harry!

Business is business.

We must be sensible.

Well, that's right. I mean, life goes
on. The world has to keep on turning.

Hey, no, don't let it.

Look, Wixie, the song isn't even public.
No problem, I'll do it on Monday. In

fact, it isn't even written down.

Go on then, Gary.

This could be your first big break.

They might be singing this song in years
to come.

Go on, she could be right, Reg.

Oh, yeah.

I don't suppose you have a bottle of
champagne, Andy?

Good. Then you won't be disappointed.

Sorry, some of us have done enough
celebrating.

Are we, Gary?

Is that right, pal?

Hey, I say, it's just that... Well, in
the short time I've known him, I've come

to realise that he is a very special,
warm, wonderful human being.

I saw this muttering over there.
Business, George, that's business.

Well, you see...

I worry about the bad publicity.

If it should ever come out about all my
convictions.

Convictions? Well, things I am really,
really ashamed of now. But would the

people see it that way?

Hey, I'm not allowed to mutter in
corners with the dancers.

Why are you muttering to me? Steady on,
George, steady.

How dare you mutter with my wife?

Steady on, Red, steady on.

Drunk and disorderly, this is.

Assault, even, or grievous. What's his
name?

Gary, are you all right? Yeah, and
finally just flew past me and went into

fireplace. You daft bat.

That's your strumming hand. Could be out
for weeks.

No, not possible.

The Act of the Empire, Deborah.

Could be broken.

Well, but anything is broken for men,
surely. I mean, even bleeding broken

hearts can mend, for God's sake. Yeah,
now would you know.

I blame you for this. Oh, that's right,
you turnin' him as well. You're as bad

as these two.

I mean, if that's what fame does for
people, I'd... Rather not, no. Reg,

them out.

You can't do that to us. Oh, yes, I can
actually, Beryl, because in here I'm the

boss. Reg, chop, chop. They are on their
way, Phoebe.

Nothing personal, Mr. Formby. I'm a big
fan of myself.

I suppose an autograph would be out of
the question.

He needs his head seen to. He needs his
head seen to.

He may have a broken hand, but I have a
handful of broken dreams.

So that's why George Formby never played
the Hackney Empire.

He -he. Turned out nice again.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.

Dreams and fall due.

In memory I'll fold you.

Good night, sweetheart.