All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s03e05_goodnight_children_everywhere

Good night, sweet heart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweet heart.

I'll be watching all you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the coming, a new day is born.

You just have two days taking it easy at
a trade fair.

I only call them fairs, you know.
There's no dodgems or candy floss.

Delegates don't get sent home with a
confused goldfish in a little plastic

You've come back in a rather starky
mood.

I've not, it's you.

Gone all aggressive again since you
started working for those Koreans.

What's wrong with working with Koreans
all of a sudden?

They eat dogs.

They don't? Yes, they do. Ron told me.
Well, excuse me, but in the two weeks

I've been working there, I've not seen
one single dog eaten. Not even nibbled.

Yeah, well, I'm sure they're very
discreet about it.

Will you check out the girl who gets
their sandwiches?

Whilst everyone else is queuing up down
the cab, they send her out for a slice

of whatever's going at the poodle
parlour.

Oh, go on, you get it. I'm too
knackered.

What? At this time of night, I'm not
dressed to answer the door. I could get

ravished on that doorstep.

On the other hand, girl, try your luck
on the doorstep.

It'll never happen in here.

Gary. Hmm? Deal with this.

Ron? With a suitcase.

Note the suitcase.

Do I make a suitably tragic picture?

Do I tug at the heartstrings? If not, I
can't go out and come back in again.

For this evening is an evening of drama
Harrow will never forget.

Stella's thrown me out.

What, just like that? For no reason? No,
there was a small matter of Ron beating

up Stella's boss. I thought that was a
small matter too, but apparently I've

effectively put the kibosh on her career
at that particular establishment.

Consequently, I must suffer.

Sit down, mate. Gary, a word.

Look, I know what you're going to say,
but we can't just throw him out on the

street, can we?

Oh, come on, Ron can't cope with life on
the street.

How do we know? He might be very good at
it. If we don't give him a chance, we

may never find out.

I don't believe I'm near him. It's those
dark sandwiches.

Look, Stella is a very good friend of
mine. I can't be seen to be taking sides

like this. Giving somebody a bed for the
night is taking sides.

One night.

Do you hear me? One night, and I want
that godless liberty taker out of here.

Gary.

I hate to ask you this, but considering
all the favours I do you, all the little

white lie, not to mention all the
thumping great black ones,

I don't suppose you could put me up for
a while till I get myself sorted out?

Why not?

Yvonne?

For you.

Ron, would you kindly put them back in
the vase in the living room?

It's the thought that counts, Yvonne.

I don't want you to think of me as some
gormless liberty taker. Oh, no.

While I'm here in this privileged
position in your marital home, while I'm

sheltered by your loving kindness and
supported through each day by your

and genuine friendship... Ron, I don't
think I can take this sort of thing on

empty stomach.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you
with my naked emotions.

Or even my half -naked emotions. I do
like to keep a towel wrapped around the

base of ones.

No, Yvonne.

Pride. And humility is what I feel.

People would envy me if they knew I had
friends like you and Gary. Yeah, well,

don't tell them. We don't have enough
beds. I just wanted to know how humbled

feel to be allowed into your inner
sanctum. Rob, this is not St Paul's

Cathedral. But you're welcome anyway.

See you later. No, right, fine.

She is a wonderful little woman, Gary
Sparrow.

Yeah, well, you've just suffered a
traumatic experience at the hands of

haven't you? I'm sure they all seem
wonderful after that. Oh, very glib.

Pottered psychology, that is.

A spot of frozen Freud designed
specially for the microwave.

No, Gary, you should be ashamed of
yourself.

You have it all here and look at you.

Can't wait to sneak off to get your leg
over to the sounds of George Formby.

George Formby? What sort of perv do you
think I am?

Glenn Miller, perhaps, or Fred Astaire,
yeah.

Yeah, quite light on my feet, you know.
You're quite quick on your feet as well

when it suits you.

Oh, don't start giving me judgement,
Ron. I don't need it. Look, what will

will be. Oh, dangerous, Gary, very
dangerous.

You shouldn't run fast and loose with
faith.

At this very moment, the gods could be
choking your name on a doodle bug or a

thousand pounder or on the side of a war
-ravaged building destined to collapse,

entombing your crushed, unrecognisable
remains in the rubble forever in another

time.

Thanks very much, Ron. Have a nice day
yourself.

Why not?

That's why not.

As in February 1942, it snowed.

Michael Fish, you are no help at all.

Hey!

Peter?

Gary! Hi.

When did you get back?

Three days ago.

Native's giving you a hard time, eh?

I've been waiting for you. Phoebe said
you'd probably be coming today.

Will you be playing the piano?

Mm -hm. Do you still do secret work?
Shh, careful.

Careless talk, careless talk.

The enemy could still be around.

See?

Snipers everywhere. Come on.

Well, don't wobble anymore.

I'll tell you what, I'll come back this
afternoon and have another go.

Sally, look who it is.

Gary! It is great to see you.

And you have grown. Well, I mean, you
both have. I nearly didn't recognise

that's right.

Gary, there's somebody else over here
waiting for a kiss. Oh, sorry.

Pucker up, Reg.

Yeah. Can you curb your nightclub sense
of humour?

I told you before, my mini gets wind of
anything like that, I'll be sleeping

down the backyard.

Come here.

So,

how did they get back?

Well, they got live with the Pearson
kids, you know, from Andam Street.

Took nearly seven hours.

Seven hours from Buckinghamshire?

I know, that Bill Pearson, he drives
like a man possessed.

Come on, Gary, play the piano for us.
Sing a song of his songs. We've been

for you to come. It's been really
boring. Oh, thank you very much.

So much for my efforts to entertain.

And mine.

Two hours of eye spy with my little eye.
Very humiliating it was for a trained

observer like me.

He's hopeless.

Shouldn't you be at school?

What school?

Lacey Street Primary got flattened ages
ago.

Besides, there's no teachers left.
They've all been called up. That's

brains left around here.

I'll take your word for that.

Sir? Got a little family, eh?

After all the precautions we took.

Gary. Oh, now, come on, you two. I've
got to have a little chat with Gary

something. Go on upstairs.

Oh, but we'll miss Gary playing the
piano.

Sally, you'll miss nothing. Go on, it's
only for five minutes. Up you go.

Go on, I'll see you later.

Well,

things are going to be a bit different
around here now, aren't they?

Well, what else could I do?

Mum and Dad are dead.

They're on their own.

They're only little.

I'm the only family they've got.

Hello, is that a tear?

Only I'm not too handy in tearful
situations at the minute.

My Minnie's worked that one out. She's
taken to turning on the waterworks at

will. It paralyzes me every time.

You know, I sometimes wonder, if you
floated her up on a long cable, if she'd

the same to the Luftwaffe.

Certainly give me a break every now and
then.

Oh, dear.

You don't want to listen to my problems.

No.

I'll tell you what, I'll pop back later
and have another fiddle with your wasp

name.

Cheerio, then.

Well, you've certainly got your hands
full.

A pub and two kids to look after.

Well, three if you count, Reg.

Well, I had to do it, didn't I?

All the evacuated kids are coming back
now. There's been no bombing for months

and months.

Well, so far.

Oh, come on, Gary, there's been no bombs
anywhere.

And now the Yanks are in, how long can
it all last?

Are you really asking?

Phoebe, it's just gone from a European
war to a world war.

Yeah, but Japan and Burma and America,
they're all on the other side of the

world. I just think it's bound to be a
big change for those kids.

And for us. Well, we'll be all right.

I mean, they're a bit like fishes out of
water at the moment, but, Gary, I know

you can't be here all the time, but the
kids will love it when you are.

And anyway, it'll be, you know,
practice.

For what?

You opening up an orphanage?

The Phoebe Bamford home for wayward boys
and girls? I mean us. Gary, don't you

want us to start a family?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

I mean, starting a family's the most
enjoyable bit, isn't it? It's the next

years that bothers me.

But I've got a feeling that we won't get
much chance for that sort of thing.

How do you mean?

Gary, play the piano!

That's what I mean.

You bet you won't.

Mr. Deadman, you couldn't come and have
a look at my toilet, could you? It's

been frozen solid since yesterday.

Kettle of boiling water and a lot of
towels on the pipe, Mrs. Cooper. It's

can do.

To tell the truth, I'm not a very good
plumber.

Yeah, well, you're not a very good
copper, but we don't hold that against

I'll tell you what, I'll pop back in the
morning and have another go.

Well, what do you think it says?

People. It says people.

He can't read properly.

I can!

Oh, it's all right. It's OK. Don't
worry.

Oh, it's been lovely.

Just taking them off my hands all
afternoon.

Phoebe?

Do you know they haven't been to school
in over a year?

Looks like you started your own school.

Good idea, if you ask me.

Oh, don't be silly, Reg. I'm no teacher.
I don't know enough. Of course you do.

You're the cleverest person we know.

Yeah, but most of what I know is...

Well, you know, top secret.

Likewise. Reg, most of what you know is
a secret even from you.

Now, some sort of school would be good,
though, Gary. I mean, we could use that

part of the bar out of hours, make do.
You know, it'd be ever so handy,

it, Mrs Cooper?

Oh, it would.

I don't want my little Henry to grow up
stupid.

Do you know, he's got bank manager
written all over him. Yeah?

Graffiti problem round here, is it?

Go on, Gary. I mean, there's lots of
parents around here who would really

appreciate some sort of school for their
kids.

There's a few kids I could bring you.
Yeah, well, hang on, Reg. Hang on. Well,

for a start, there's the Cray twins.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. I am not having them in
here. Do you know the last time their

mum brought them in, a bottle of whiskey
went missing?

Well, that's a coincidence.

They sold me a bottle of whiskey last
Christmas.

Come on, Gary. I know it'll be only part
-time, but anything's better than

nothing. What do you say?

Yeah, go on, Gary. It would be fun,
wouldn't it, Peter?

Yeah, go on, Gary.

All right.

There you are, you two. You've got
yourself a teacher.

And who knows? In years to come, parents
might have to put their kids' names

down at birth to go to the Gary Sparrow
Royal Oak Educational Academy for the

Children of Gentlefolk.

I think that's why I drifted towards
printing. I mean, the machines don't

actually reject you.

Ah, but in this world of machinery, what
price the human spirit?

What happens to hope?

What happens to idealism?

In this vast electronic machine called
life, hope is just the rat in the

The what?

The rat in the wiring.

Well, thank you for listening, Yvonne.

What time is it?

Too late.

For some of us. It's late for Gary.

Where is he?

Did he say where he was going?

No, he didn't actually say. I just put
two and two together.

And?

And, er... Got four.

If you were a more together person, Rob
Wheatcroft, I would say you were being

evasive.

But as it is, I will make allowances for
your vague and vacuous state.

Thank you.

Is there a scientific one?

I left him downstairs, examining his
psyche.

Oh, well, I hope you put some newspaper
down.

I couldn't ask him to leave. I tried to,
honestly.

I mean, I know there's his brother in
Dunstable, but Dunstable, he can't live

there. I've no life for a qualified fine
art printer.

Well, I don't understand. It's why
Stella actually threw him out.

I mean, all right, yes, so he duffed up
her boss.

Not the smartest career move, agreed,
but is that really an evictable offence?

Look, you're her friend. Can't you have
a word?

I rang her this afternoon.

She was in bed.

Yeah? She picked something up?

Hmm. His name's Frank, apparently.

What? His wrong paper supplier.

I know. I couldn't believe it myself.

I mean, it's not that I've never phoned
up a mate and caught them in bed with a

bloke. I have.

In fact, one girlfriend used to say I
was the best contraceptive she knew.

Ron's paper supplier?

And she's only just finished her affair
with her boss.

Do you mean... Do you mean Ron was right
to suspect something? Gary, someone a

bit brighter than Ron would have sussed
out that there had been at least three

others in the last month. And that's
just what she's telling me.

Oh, honestly, Gary, I just don't know
what to think.

Obviously she's going through something.

Yeah, the male population of North
London.

This is not the Stella I know. She was
never into sleeping around.

Stella was always dead serious about her
relationship.

Well, blinkered even.

Well, I mean, look at Ron.

How blinkered can you get?

He didn't even know what was happening
in his own bed.

Knowing Ron, he probably slept through
it a couple of times.

Poor mistreated sod.

But it's the cheating, isn't it?

Stella having a whole other life while
Ron, her life partner, knows nothing at

all about it.

Oh, it's sad, isn't it?

But he's got me thinking about it all.

You know, other people's lives and all
the little secrets. Yeah, yeah, he can

a bit unsettling, can't he?

Yeah, I think he should go. I'll have a
word with him in the morning. I mean,

Dunstable, what's his problem? People
commute from Dunstable every day.

And it is his brother, you know, I mean,
it is family.

No, don't worry, I'll have him out by
tomorrow.

Don't you dare!

Eh? We can't throw him out now!

No, not now, tomorrow.

We can't, Gary.

Not poor Ron.

I mean, what are friends for?

I'm not sure.

So go on, you were saying.

Oh, yeah, so I was just sitting there
and suddenly I heard this voice say, so

what are friends for?

And I thought... Hold on, hold on. Where
were you when you heard that?

Well, here.

Oh, right, I thought you were... Carry
on.

Well, anyway, you can't lie to your
friends, can you?

What?

No, no, no, of course not. Exactly, so
don't ask me to lie to Yvonne because I

consider Yvonne... To be a very close
friend of mine.

Yeah, but come on, Ron, you know, I
mean, the odd white lie, just to cover

for little things.

Oh, you mean like the fact that you time
travel and have a flex drive that spans

over half a century?

Sorry, Gary, can't cover for that one
any more.

No, you listen to me, Ron Wheatcroft. I
put a roof over your head, giving you a

nice warm bed and access to the fridge
freezer.

Oh, and incidentally, don't think I
don't know what happened to those three

boxes of profiteroles.

What I'm saying, Ron, is I did not
invite you into my house so you could

me up.

Ah, it's not a case of grassing you up,
Gary. It's just that, well, if Yvonne

asks me anything, I cannot tell a lie.

Then dash to the bathroom. Take a vow of
silence. Faint. I don't care. Just shut

it.

Look, I can't stay here any longer. I've
got a class to teach.

There you go.

Now this.

It's a five -time table. I expect you
already know it. One five is five.

Two fives are ten.

Three fives are fifteen.

So what are four fives? Twenty!

Yes, well done.

Phoebe, a word in your ear.

It's a slightly delicate matter.

Delicate? It seems there's a certain
amount of worry.

Worry? Mrs Cooper, will you let me tell
this? I'll put my uniform on specially.

Now, Phoebe.

This school that Gary's running... Well,
it seems all right to me.

Yeah, it does, doesn't it? I mean,
shouldn't someone check his lessons?

Someone official?

Filling young heads with rubbish.

Gary wouldn't do that, Mrs Cooper.

Well, my Henry's confused and upset.

How dare he go telling children we're
going to lose the war?

What? Well, that's right.

He said that in years to come we'll all
be driving German cars and listening to

Japanese wireless things.

This is serious stuff, Phoebe.

Bouldering on Nazi propaganda at the
thumb.

Should be a proper school or not at all?
Well, I'm sure Gary is doing his best,

considering he's not qualified.

Qualified? He should be certified.

I won't have Gary talked about like
this. That's right. He's helping out,

his bit.

Who for, Goebbels?

Mrs Cooper, I think you're making a
mountain out of a molehill.

Now, just listen to them kids in there.
They're happy and they're learning. What

is so bad about that?

It's what they're learning that worries
me.

I know. Let's see if we can learn
another verse of our song, shall we? Get

instruments out.

All right. Are we all ready?

Yes. OK.

Come, mothers and fathers throughout the
land.

And don't criticise what you can't
understand.

Your sons and your daughters are beyond
your command.

We'll see you then come on, dear.

Yeah,

well, they can stop changing right now.

Fill in their heads full of useless
rubbish and revolutionary ideas.

Henry, you're coming home now.

Oh, Gary.

Oh, come on, Phoebe, it was only a song.

And I didn't write that one, honestly.

It's this little American bloke with a
big nose and a lousy voice.

Oh, that's right.

Blame Jimmy Durante.

It is not the song, Gary.

You've no idea what I've been going
through.

I've been a lousy mother.

Well, don't be silly. Peter and Sally
are fine.

They're not.

They're only happy when you're here. The
rest of the time, they're bored, and I

can't entertain them like you can.

I mean, they're forever complaining
about the food in town, and I know it's

up to much, but I can't get a hold of
anything better.

I just don't know what to do, Gary.

Well, don't worry.

Don't worry?

This is me, Phoebe Bamford.

I'm used to coping. I've always coped.
Not coping makes me feel awful.

Well, let me see. How can I make you
feel better?

Hmm?

Hmm? Well, why don't you and I creep off
somewhere and, uh... Gary!

Yes, Sally, we have finished our singing
lesson, probably for the duration.

This is not how I imagined it.

I've dragged them back from the country
for all the wrong reasons.

No wonder it's a mess.

No, you weren't to know.

Anyway, it's not a problem. I'll sort it
out.

Eh? How?

We'll call it Operation Dunkirk.

Yeah, it'll take a little bit of
organising, but I think I can sort

for Peter and Sally.

Just means I'll have to call in
somewhere on my way home. Where?

The ministry?

Your secret operations centre?

No. The post office.

Suppose

these

are all your songs for the shelter, say,
Gary?

Things to sing during an air raid?

That's probably why they didn't have to
be any good.

You couldn't hear yourselves anyway.

Another time, eh, Gary?

That's right, Ron.

Another time.

That's why people pay good money for
these, isn't it?

Does Gary ever wake up in the middle of
the night muttering about doodle bugs?

Do you mind? You're leaning on my stock.
Oh, sorry, I'm sure.

Oh, look.

An old It Mart script.

Signed by Tommy Handley.

Must be one of the most sought -after
signatures in the history of popular

entertainment.

But is it authentic or is it an
elaborate Cockney fake?

Oh, it's real all right.

Do you know that because you asked him
for it yourself, Gary?

Is Tommy Handley how we all imagined him
to be?

I don't know, Ron. How did you imagine
Tommy Handley to be? Yeah, come on, Ron.

Tell us about your Tommy Handley
fantasies.

No, on second thought, don't bother. I
don't want to take those pictures to bed

with me. Hey, Ron, do you ever seriously
consider where all this merchandise

comes from?

It comes from the past, Ron.

Yes, but do you ever consider how it got
here in the Pround?

Well, I assume, Ron, it got here the
same way as I got here. I just stood

and time galloped past.

That is one theory, yes. Thank you, Ron.
It's late. One theory is all I can

take. Try me with another theory
tomorrow. Good night.

Yes. Night, love.

Um, I'll be up in a tick. Just got one
quick job to do.

I have to cut Wheat Cross windpipe. Now,
look. No, you look.

This goes way beyond not covering up.
This is a stitch -up bordering on a

carver. I'm sorry, Gary. I just can't
bear to see if I'm deceived like this.

Suddenly I am attracted to the truth
like a moth to a flame.

Yeah, well, be careful you don't get too
close to that flame, Ron. Oh, woof.

Wingless wheatcroft. One very char
-grilled moth.

You be careful, Ron. We can all get
burnt by the truth. Oh, really?

Yes, Ron, really. Let me tell you
something about your... About your,

Your local delicatessen and the little
old Jewish bloke who runs it.

Old Mr Bloom?

Yeah, that's him. He's got a sweet
little grey -haired wife. Where's the

aid? Yes, they're a lovely couple. Yeah.

Word is, she's an absolute wow round the
S &M clubs.

No.

Old Mrs Bloom into Leather and Bun...
No.

Yeah. Been at it for years, apparently.

Now, knowing what I know, do I tell him
the truth?

Because personally, I think he might be
a little bit upset.

A little bit upset?

Totally devastated, I should think.

Well, that's the truth for you, Ron.

Would he thank me for devastating him
like that?

Would either of them ever talk to me
again?

There's no winners, Ron. Everybody
loses.

So is turning a blind eye so bad?

Oh, I see. It was an analogy.

You had me going there.

Old Mrs Bloom, Miss Whiplash with a deaf
aid.

That's about as likely as Stella putting
it about.

And in the end, there was Mr Baggs and
PC Elbert.

Both in the ditch with the pig on top of
them.

What's happening at White Cross Mall
now?

Where's Ian and Keith?

Oh, later, later.

You've left in me a gossip for the
moment.

Yes, go on, finish it.

God, that steak and kidney pie smelt
good.

That's country living. We should all be
evacuated.

Mrs French, you've made my day. You
really have.

It's lovely to see them that happy.

The timing is perfect.

You must be a mind reader.

Oh, no, love.

A telegram reader.

Telegram? What telegram?

Gary, what telegram?

The one I sent from the post office.

Operation Dunkirk, remember?

I just thought a visit from Mr. French
would be a sort of present for the kids.

Wine for me, Gary.

Mr. Secrecy, as usual.

Oh, they've missed country food.

In fact, they missed the countryside
full stop.

They're not town kids any more, Mrs
French. They're just not happy here.

I know. They said.

Oh, no, did they?

Did they actually say that? Oh, Gary. I
would hate to see them miserable.

Plus, there's a bit of a split between
the kids who left and those that stayed,

and what with there being no school to
go to.

Oh, our local school's just opened
again.

The headmaster's been invalided out.

Of course we knew he would be, the
clumsy so -and -so.

Oh, dear me.

I do miss them.

I miss the sound of their laughter. Oh,
don't. Oh, God.

The waterworks are back.

I think they'll go and check the snow
levels or something.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come.

It were a silly idea.

What time's the next train? Oh, no, Mrs
French, don't go.

No, don't leave us, not yet.

Mrs French, look, I feel really guilty
about sending that telegram now.

I mean...

I did it for the kids, but... Well, I
also hope that once you'd seen them,

want to take them back with you.

Well, of course I would.

The place is as quiet as a grave without
them.

Phoebe, the food's better.

Their friends are there. And the
school's open again.

I know, I know, I know. I hear what
you're saying, Gary.

I suppose it's for the best. Well, of
course it is.

They've got more of a life in the
country.

One day things will be better in London.
It'll be all bright lights and

opportunity. Then they'll really want to
come back.

Well, you just make sure they write to
me regularly, that's all.

I'll see they do.

Well, come on, you two. I suppose we'd
better get your things together.

Look,

let me pay you for the train fare. After
all, it was me who asked you to come.

Oh, I know, but I couldn't wait to see
them again.

No, no, no, this mustn't cost you
anything.

Look, there's some expenses and... Well,
it's just for whatever Peter and Sally

might need over the next few months.

Oh, and I've got some clothing coupons
somewhere.

Here. Oh, Gary, this is... this is
wonderful.

Yeah, Ron's really good at doing the
squiggly bit.

Ron's my boss.

Very generous.

You all right?

Yeah, I just left them to it.

Has he dried up in here yet? He's
getting a bit parky outside.

Come on in, Reg.

Drink's all round, I think.

I could do serious damage to a pint.

Well, looks like you already have, Reg.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.

Dream and hold you.

Remember I'll hold you.

Good night, sweetheart.