All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s03e02_one_o_clock_jump

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 coming, a new day is born.

Cup of tea?

Wasn't it my turn?

Yeah, probably, but I had to get up
anyway.

To go to work, you mean?

Whereas I don't have a job, and I'm
never likely to get a job, because at

age of 32, my life is meaningless and
futile and short over.

OK, tomorrow, you make the tea.

I'm sorry, I didn't sleep very well. I
had a rotten dream.

Well, the one where you're being chased
by Johnny Depp and for some reason can't

make yourself stop running away.

What?

I dreamt I landed a really high -powered
job in an incredibly glamorous company

with a convertible Mercedes, a huge
office, a big clothes allowance and lots

money and status.

That's all it's ever likely to be, isn't
it?

A dream.

Well, of course not. You're bound to get
a job sooner or later.

There might be something in the post to
cheer you up.

Who do we know in Penzance?

Oh, tricky one.

How to find out? Well, two options
spring to mind.

We could have a seance or you could open
the envelope.

What's the point? It'll only be a
rejection letter.

Here, Mrs Sparrow. Thank you for your
application for the post of personnel

controller.

Unfortunately... Why are you going to
finish it?

Why? Good letters don't begin
unfortunately.

What do you think he says next?

Unfortunately, the post of personnel
controller is filled.

Also, we can only offer you the position
of managing director.

I wish I was dead!

It's on.

Why are you going to read the rest of
them? What's the point?

You can if you want.

Just better have some positive mental
attitude.

I don't need it here.

See?

It's all right.

I've got plenty of others.

I've got some patients.

Ah, no point, eh? Look at that.

Sim Yong Electronics!

That's great!

It's fantastic!

In fact, it's a miracle.

I didn't apply to Sim Yong Electronics.

I've never heard of Sim Yong
Electronics.

Oh, haven't you? I thought I heard in
that big new factory over in Hatfield. I

read about them in the paper.

Hold on.

You applied on my behalf.

Well, you've become so dispirited
lately, so I asked Ron to run off a few

slightly improved CVs.

Oh, Gary.

This is brilliant. I hardly recognise
myself.

Well, that is because you'd started to
lose faith.

You remember you can do whatever you put
your mind to. Oh, Gary.

I don't deserve you.

Don't be silly.

You're not usually so quiet.

Just a state of mild shock. I only
popped around for a couple of days.

It was better than tea, wasn't it?

Phoebe, you're turning into a proper
sore spot.

Well, that's your fault, isn't it? I was
sweet and innocent before you turned

up. I think you're still sweet.

I've got to get back to the ministry by
two.

Gary, have you ever thought about having
children?

As far as I know, it's a medical
impossibility.

Oh, you know what I mean, you silly
apron.

If you know, I could get a divorce or
something.

I'm not getting any younger.

No? Well, you're pretty active for an
old biddy, I must say.

You must be pushing, what, 27?

Oh, 27 ain't young.

My mum had me when she was 19.

Time to change.

I expect after the war, women will put
off having kids until we're into their

30s. Oh, you and your after the war. I
don't care about what other women do

after the war. I care about us. About
what we do after the war. ...from the

East that soldiers of the Japanese 229th
Regiment broke together 20 Allied

prisons at war and banished them to
death during the Christmas Day invasion

Hong Kong.

Staff and wounded were similarly killed
at an Allied medical station.

Got to win the war first. Yeah.

I've been standing out there for nearly
an hour. I'm sorry. I just popped round

to Phoebe's for a cup of tea.

I brought your new catalogues over.

You've been demoted to delivery boy,
have you? I had to get out of the

can't bear getting all those pitying
looks from the workforce.

Stella's still giving you a hard time.

Alas, yes.

It is still all quiet on the bedroom
front.

Note that that should be interpreted as
meaning that when we lie in our marital

bed, the six inches between us feeling
as wide as the English Channel, But we

lie in non -communicative silence.

On the contrary, we talk incessantly
about our marriage and what's gone wrong

with it.

I continually press Stella to say what
it is that has made the passion that

characterised the first flush of our
marital relationship fade to nothing.

And last night, at last, she told me, in
brief, what it is about me that

irritates her so.

She says, and personally, I find her
accusation unfair and without

That I am boring.

Gary, my ego is feeling fragile enough
without you pretending to fall asleep.

I wasn't pretending, mate. Sorry, if you
could just recap.

Stella thinks I'm boring.

Oh? I mean me, boring.

anything so absurd?

Not since John Redwood ran for Prime
Minister, no.

So what are you going to do about it?

That's exactly what Stella said.

But what can I do?

I can't transform myself.

I am what I am.

One of the things that Stella used to
find attractive about me was that I know

lot of stuff about a lot of stuff.

But apparently being married to a
polymath East Ethan philosopher is no

turn -on for her.

You are no longer Arthur Miller to her
Marilyn Monroe.

Precisely. Maybe she's hankering after
children. You thought of that?

Of course I've thought of that.

Well, have you discussed it at all?

Of course.

As a matter of fact, I asked her about
it last night. So what did she say?

She said, I do want children, but not
with you, you fat bastard.

Afternoon, Mr Sparrow.

Long time no see. How are you then, sir?

Fine. No hard feelings?

Hard feelings?

What, about the time you arrested me for
drink driving, even though I had no

intention whatsoever of driving, with
the result that I lost my licence, my

and very nearly my wife?

No, no hard feelings at all. Good, as
long as there's no hard feelings.

He's not very good at detecting irony,
is he?

Oh, I wouldn't dream of attempting
detective work, sir. Not my forte at

No, I'm here in my temporary capacity as
crime prevention officer.

prevented any?

Well, my very presence on the streets
must go some way to moderating the crime

rate, and of course the police force as
a whole is much better equipped than of

late.

I've certainly been issued with riot
wigs.

You should see the size of my new
extendable baton.

Well, don't show it to Ron, he's feeling
inadequate enough as it is.

So what can I actually do for you? It's
what I can do for you, Mr Sparrow. As

TPO, my role is to advise you on
security for your shop.

Now, Are you alarmed?

Well, a bit, Minerva. I don't think
you're taking this very seriously. This

very high -crime neighbourhood.

Now, your locks, what are they, chubs?

Ronnie's talking to you.

And the back door, where does that lead?

1942.

Fair enough.

Not my job to force security on you if
you're not interested.

In the old days, a copper was treated
with respect, but now...

Different when my dad was on the beat in
the 60s. Then this was a lovely area.

You could go out, leave your front door
unlocked, you could walk the streets at

night and you'd be certain you'd be
safe.

Really? Oh, yeah.

Cos if you got up to no good, Ronnie and
Reggie would send the boys round, pull

out your fingernails.

Happy days. Yeah.

Even during the war, Grand had always
said there wasn't much crime.

Well, perhaps there wasn't much to Nick.

What do you think, Gary? You were there.

Hello, darling.

Glass of champagne?

Uh, yeah, thanks.

You'll never guess where I've been.

Where? Hatfield. I phoned Sim Yong this
morning, and he offered me an interview

today.

And it's all because of you.

How'd it go?

Fantastic. I met this really nice man,
Mr Schick.

Well, he spoke English, didn't he? Oh,
yeah, he was a real charmer. Yeah, I'm

sure he seemed charming.

Look, do you really want to go and work
for a bunch of jerks?

Gary, that's a bit xenophobic.

Well, you know what they're like, deep
down.

Formal and distant?

No, bloodthirsty and alien.

You're not Syrian.

They don't think like us.

During the war, they thought it was
demeaning to let yourself be captured.

That's why they treated our POW so
callously.

Oh, Gary, not the war again, please. It
was 50 years ago. To you, maybe, but to

many people... My grandad was in the
Burma campaign, and he drives a Toyota.

You've got a Sony TV, a Seiko watch, a
JVC stereo, and... a Nokia telephone.

Nokia is a Finnish company, actually. I
don't give a stuff.

Now, if they offer me this job, I'm
going to take it. Okay?

That is if you don't spoil things.

Doesn't matter what I think, does it?

Yes, it does. Mr. Shit wants to meet
you.

It's a very family -orientated business,
so he's invited us for dinner at

Hiroko.

They only serve Japanese food.

That's probably because it's a Japanese
restaurant.

You know I can't use chopsticks.

You're not that much good with a knife
and fork.

Now, if you dare show me up.

All right, I'm sorry. Just being
irrational, I know.

Oh, come here.

No, you've ruined the moment now.

Oh, look.

Oh, about time. Now, where's my beer?

Do you know, I... I've got a pub full of
people here.

When?

Are you sure?

Well, I... I must have been out.

No, of course the beer ain't there now.

Are you calling me a thief?

Oh, you have got some nerve.

Tell me this.

He says the Drayman left three barrels
of beer on the pavement yesterday at one

o 'clock.

Well, there was nothing there when you
and me... Barry,

he says the drayman was knocking from
half past twelve.

Not only the drayman, eh?

Dear, oh, dear.

You know what this means, don't you?

Someone's come along and stolen your
beer.

I don't know what the world's coming to.
Wasn't like this when my grandpa was a

peeler. Mind you, they had Jack the
Ripper then. He kept people off the

at night.

Another rum, Reg? Oh, no, I shouldn't.
Yeah, go on, then.

Well, work yourselves.

I'll just say it's going to be a tough
job being a copper after the war.

You're right there, Reg.

What sort of a world are our children
going to inherit, eh?

What future will there be after the war
for an honest East End kid?

He'll probably become a stockbroker.

Stockbroker? Yeah.

If he's not too honest.

Mind you, I wouldn't be at all surprised
if your son followed in his father's

footsteps and became a policeman.

That will never happen, Gary.

Why not?

The Wilkinsons' daughter's getting
engaged, isn't she? Perhaps they have it

way with my beer.

Because I haven't got any children,
Gary, that's why not.

Are you sure?

I think I'd note it.

My mini, you see.

Well, doesn't she want children? No, she
can't have them.

Which is probably just as well,
considering how friendly she tends to

her allies.

But you don't want to hear my problems.

No, no, I do, Reg, I do. Come and have a
seat.

So how do you feel about not having
kids, if you don't mind my asking?

Well, a bit disappointed, I suppose.

I'm the third generation of Deadmans in
the Met, and there isn't going to be a

fourth. Unless you split up with Minnie
and meet someone else. Oh, no, I

couldn't do that. The Commissioner takes
a very dim view of divorce.

Oh, right.

Reg, can I speak to you man to man?

Of course you can.

Was Minnie your first?

I've only been married to one.

No, I mean your first girlfriend.

Blah! Of course she wasn't. My first
girlfriend was Sheila Cox.

She was a little smasher. Inseparable we
were.

Ah. And did you and Sheila ever... Ever
what?

Well, you know.

No.

Ever do it?

Do what?

Reg, did you and Sheila Cox ever have
carnal knowledge?

Don't think so.

Mind you, it was a long time ago.

We did the four R's.

The four R's?

Reading, writing, arithmetic and Raphael
work.

I don't remember anything called carnal
knowledge. Maybe Sheila did it when she

went up to grammar, but I never passed
the scholarship.

How old were you and Sheila, Reg?

Nine, when we split up.

Well, not to beat about the bush, and
I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to

you here, Reg.

Have you ever had sexual relations with
anyone other than Minnie? What's that

got to do with you?

I'm not at liberty to say. You're
checking up on me. I can't discuss the

of my work, Reg. You know that.

But I have reason to believe that you
have a past.

It's important, Reg.

All right.

There was someone.

I'm not proud of it.

I was already married.

So was she.

She was a lady bus conductor.

Used to catch her trolley nearly every
single day.

She had such a nice smile.

Lovely way of saying, I've got room for
a little one downstairs.

Yeah, I'll bet you... Sorry, go on.

Margie Hook, her name was.

She was married to a bus driver, but she
weren't happy.

And then one weekend, he went off on a
trade union conference and me and Margie

had a bit of a fling.

And then he started to suspect something
and he put his foot down.

I hope he wasn't driving at the time.

And then they patched things up and they
moved away.

Any idea where?

Somewhere back beyond.

I had a postcard once. It was a nice
little town. They had a Woolworths and a

picture palace.

What was it called?

Gaumont.

No, what was the name of the town?

Oh, I can't remember.

Saint something.

St. Leonard's. St. Ives.

St. Louis, Missouri.

Oh, got it. St.

Reetham. St. Reeth... You mean
Streatham, you pillar!

Excuse me.

Could you tell me, do you have a Mrs.
Margie Hook working out of this garage?

I know, might you be?

She's over there.

Oh, come on, Margie, get a blinking move
on!

Better get your skates on then, ain't
ya?

We're in for a little one downstairs.

Where to?

Oh, just a few stops.

Here, give me a penny.

Actually, I think we have a mutual
friend.

Who's that?

You remember Reg Deadman?

He still speaks very fondly of you.

Well, that was years ago.

Did he send you?

No.

But you should have told him about the
baby.

He'd be pleased as punch.

To keep your voice there.

That's me old man driving the bus. It
took me months to betray him that he was

the father.

Who are you?

How do you know, anyhow?

We have our ways.

Oh, lummy.

Look, I'm not here to make any trouble.

It's just we're vetting Constable Dedman
for a possible job in intelligence.

We are talking about the same Rich
Dedman.

Do you know anything about him that
might suggest he could be a risk to

security? You're joking.

Rich Dedman's as straight as a die.

Yeah, he does seem a nice sort of chap.
Oh, yeah, he is.

Funny we've met a few years earlier.

And yet you've never told him about his
little boy?

Look, I've become quite fond of Reg
during this investigation.

Do you know his biggest regret is that
he's never had any children?

Funny he could know, eh?

I couldn't. I couldn't take the risk, me
old man. He'd kill me.

I promise you, your secret will be
filled with after they're my clients.

Frank has got a union meeting tomorrow
night.

Excuse me, are these spare maps?

Yes.

Don't want them falling into enemy hands
now, do they?

Oh, there you are.

Thank you very much.

Come again soon.

You don't really think this Margie's
going to turn up and present Reg Deadman

with the fruit of his loins, do you? She
said she would.

She won't. You don't know that. Things
do go right sometimes.

Do they?

Give me an example.

Yvonne's on the verge of a great new
job. She'll blow it.

I've just been given £180 for a free bus
map.

A lot of forged 50s going round.

I take it this gloomy outlook means that
you and Stella haven't overcome your

communications problems.

Au contraire.

We've overcome them, all right. We're
communicating loud and clear.

So loud, in fact, the neighbours are
complaining.

We won't need Rupert Murdoch's much
-vaunted digital highway to improve the

clarity of our discourse, I can tell
you. So what's she saying?

She said she can't go on much longer
living with a fat, boring, flatulent,

dressed Scouse Noah.

Pretty unambiguous, wouldn't you say?

Not necessarily.

No, it may just be a hint that you
should lose weight, buy a new shirt and

up eating curry.

Ah, but then I wouldn't be the man she
married.

Ron, she doesn't want the man she
married.

Look, I want to get down to the Royal
Oak before Margie turns up. Can you do

a favour and lock up the shop? Oh, and
if Yvonne should call for any reason,

tell her I've gone to a Second World War
propaganda poster fair in Stoke Poges.

I'll be home about 11.

I wish my life could be simple like
yours.

Going for the road, Reg? I'm on duty,
Gary.

I've been on duty for the last half
hour. My sergeant was to pop his head

Ah, but he won't, though, will he?

He said yourself the only thing that
gets him out from behind his desk is an

raid. Well, how about a short, eh?
Phoebe, have you got any scotch behind

counter? Kerry, let him go. What has got
into you?

Oh, Reg, nearly forgot.

I think I've got a lead.

I never even knew you had a dog.

Classic.

No, no, I made a clue about the stolen
den.

Really? Oh, now you're talking.

I don't know how it slipped my mind, but
on the day of the robbery, I was just

strolling down Duckett's Passage, and I
saw these three big blokes, each rolling

a barrel of beer along the cobbles.

Of course, I didn't think anything of it
at the time, because then I didn't know

anything about the robbery.

Gary, what are you talking about? Now,
can you describe these three suspects?

Er, yeah, one was about five feet
eleven, and he had this... Oi, oi, oi,

This is a pub, young fella, me lad.

No place for nippers.

Ow!

Hello, Reg.

Long time no see.

Margie? I was just visiting an old
school pal and I remembered you used to

in here.

You wanted to see me?

I wanted you to meet little Frank.

Why?

How

can

they do that sort of thing?

I think the Japs are worse than the
Germans.

Don't know the half of it yet.

Phoebe, why don't you put the paper
down? You'll only upset yourself.

You don't think the Japs will ever try
to invade England, do you?

Didn't you do geography at school?

Boys did geography.

We did needlework.

Oh, naturally.

I think Reg will be all right, Gary.

How do you mean?

Well, he was a bit shaken up, wasn't he?

Do you think I did the right thing?

You mean loosening his clothing and
splashing his face with cold water?

Yeah. It soon got him round, didn't it?
No.

I think what you did was wonderful.

Tracking her down like that.

Turn up for the books. They're having
his nipper, eh?

Yeah. Complete bolt from the blue.

Oh, and the banged blade.

Did it?

I'm not simple, Gary.

You knew, didn't you?

I can't say, Phoebe. You know that.

Do you know, it sends shivers down my
spine thinking you're part of this great

big secret organisation that knows
everything about everybody.

I bet you know all my little secrets.

All of them.

I bet you don't know what I'm thinking
right now, though.

I can't really, Phoebe. I'm on duty
anyway.

I don't think about you know what all
the time, you know. No.

What I want... What I was thinking was
how much joy there was in Reg's face

he realised he had a son.

Wouldn't you like to have a son, Gary?

Play football with him.

Teach him how to play the piano.

Yeah, of course, one day.

He'd bring children into an uncertain
world like this.

I know, I know.

But afterwards, wouldn't you like us to
have a little baby?

Assuming your thoughts are worth a
penny.

Oh, it's just, you know, musing on the
odd fact that the Japanese, a nation of

immense cultural and technological
achievements, think that fish taste

raw. Gary, you promised you wouldn't
spoil things.

I won't say another word after Mr Charm
Offensive comes back from the bog, don't

you worry.

interesting article in The Economist
yesterday about the productivity growth

made through the use of small, multi
-skilled teams. Hold your horses, Mrs.

Farrell. This is not an interview
situation.

It's a meet -the -husband -and -see -if
-he -fits -into -the -corporate

-philosophy situation.

Well,

Yvonne's the one you're going to be
employing. What does it matter what I'm

like? It is the same young way.

Oh, I see.

Now, have a look at the menu, or would
you like me to be mother? Yes, please.

Gary? Okey -dokey.

Good. You like tuna?

The tuna sashimi here stop whole.

Lovely. Is it humanely caught?

Come again?

Well, the nets used in some parts of the
world to catch... to catch tuna or some

trapped dolphins who drown in the
murderous embrace of the unbreakable

With respect, Mr Farrow, does it matter?

The only fish... Only fish?

They're mammals.

Didn't you ever watch Flipper on TV when
you were a kid?

But then I suppose the Japanese have a
different attitude towards the animal

kingdom, don't they? I mean, they do eat
whales.

Gary, I really think we should change
the subject.

No, Mrs. Sparrow. If your husband has a
bee in his bonnet by Japan, he should

express it honestly and fully.

That is the Sim Yong way.

Am I right, Mrs. Sparrow?

Do I detect a certain animosity towards
the Japanese?

Animosity? Me?

Which is because they brutalised and
murdered hundreds of thousands of

of war.

Why should I feel animosity?

Well, thank you, Gareth, for losing me
this job.

He wanted me to speak honestly.

It's the sim young way.

It's the two bottles of sarky. Have no
fear, Miss Sparrow.

I like the cut of your husband's jib.
I'll cut his jib off when I get him

Oh, do you like it?

Absolutely.

I'm with you, Miss Sparrow.

Frankly, what the Japanese got up to
during the war was not cricket.

But then, the Simeon Corporation is, as
I am myself, Korean.

Mrs. Price, welcome to Simeon.

The job is yours.

Can

I ask

you something?

Why does your wife never speak?

She doesn't understand English.

She's Japanese.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.