All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s04e04_and_mother_came_too

Good night, sweet heart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweet heart.

I'll be watching over you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day is born.

I'm sorry I woke you.

Forgot my key.

I was in the middle of a dream where I
was trapped in an Anderson shelter with

Vera Lynn. And I got here just in time.

Don't you ever go at Vera?

You might see her as some old dear who
just bashes out endless renditions of

White Cliffs of Dover.

But in my other life, she's a major
babe.

Gary Sparrow's Rear of the Year, 1941.

There's no satisfying you, is there?

Two birds on the go and still you dream
about it?

Yeah, well, Ativan is 5 ,500 miles away
in Korea, and Phoebe has gone into her

no -sex -please -we're -pregnant mode.
All I can do is dream about it.

How was the school reunion?

Yeah, yeah, it was good, good.

You wouldn't catch me at my school
reunion.

They wouldn't invite you. You were
expelled.

It was sad, though, seeing so many
people stuck in such a rut.

Yeah, well, you and Doctor Who apart, I
suppose we all are.

Mind you.

Samantha Hickey's filled out nicely
since geography O -level.

God, I used to fancy her.

Of course, she wouldn't look at me twice
back then.

A bit different now, though.

You didn't.

As if.

Ron, my wife and girlfriend are both
pregnant.

Could have done, though.

My marriage is finally over.

What, again?

Wrong. I ventured home this morning to
collect a couple of shirts and caught

and her boyfriend having full and very
noisy sex on the living room carpet.

I don't know what to say.

It's the audacity of the man that gets
me.

Doing it in my house, in my living room,
on my carpet, in front of my fire, with

my Luther Vandross CD providing his
rhythmic tempo.

Hold on, I'm a bit confused here. It
sounds like you don't actually mind him

making love to your wife. What you can't
stomach is that he's a freeloader.

Just another twist of the knife, you
know? Well, yeah, yeah.

So what did you do?

I was cool and dignified.

Ah, good.

All the time I was hitting him, I was
cool and dignified.

Well, yeah, fair enough. I think you're
entitled to give him a bit of a smack.

That's all it would have been, too, if
my cricket bat hadn't been so

conveniently to hand in the living room.

Is that blood on your shirt?

His nose did rather explode.

Well, how much damage did you do to the
guy?

Hard to say. The red mist came down, you
know? Yeah, literally.

Well, it can't have been that bad.

I mean, you haven't got the police
banging on your door, have you?

Oh, bugger.

You made a lovely couple.

It was a good wedding, wasn't it?

Best knees up since the coronation.

Bloomin' war.

Isn't it right, losing a fine young chap
like Donald? He's had his whole life in

front of him. Don't upset yourself
again.

Let's open up, eh?

Better to keep busy.

Her upstairs won't approve.

I doubt she'd think it's seemly. Well,
with a bit of luck, she'll take the hint

and clear off home.

I pride myself on always looking for the
best in people, and I know she's

Donald's mum and she's grieving, but if
Gerry was to send an incendiary bomb up

her corsets tomorrow, this war would not
have been in vain.

What a morning. Now, you've heard me
talk about my friend Ron, haven't you?

Well, he's had this sort of domestic
trouble. You'll appreciate this, Reg.

Caught his wife with her fancy man.

Anyway, Ron has only ended up giving him
two busted ribs and a broken nose. So

I've had to go down to the police
station whilst he was charged with

then remanded in custody.

I don't know. Gary.

Yeah, I know what you're going to say.
The pram for the baby. I hadn't

forgotten. But look, if it's too late
for us to go now, I promise tomorrow...

Gary.

Donald's bought it.

He's what?

Well, you tell him it's none of his damn
business. I'm perfectly capable of

buying my own child a pram. I'm trying
to tell you he's been killed.

That sort of... Phoebe, I'm so sorry.

When did you find out? A couple of days
ago.

I was desperate to get in touch with
you. Isn't there a number I can ring you

on? Well, no.

When I'm not here, I'm incommunicado.

Don't they have phones there, then?

Do you know how Donald... He was killed
by a sniper.

Well, at least that means it was quick.

Those guys are crack shots.

No, he wasn't shot.

Sniper fell out of a tree and it doddled
on the head.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. It's just, um, just shock.

Yeah, that pan knocked you for sticks.

Once put my mini on her back for a week.

Normally takes a yank with a pocket full
of nylons to do that.

I'm going, Phoebe. I shall see you at
the church tomorrow. Don't be late.

That carpet in your front parlour could
do with a good stiff broom, you know.

Who's this when he's at home?

This is Gary, a friend of mine and
Donald's.

This is Donald's mum, Dolly.

Well, hello, Dolly.

I was very sorry to hear of you. Bye,
then.

It'd be nice to get her back where she
belongs.

He'll be buried over in Egypt, will he?

Yeah.

But we've arranged to have a little
memorial service for him tomorrow.

Can't say I'm looking forward to it.

Would you like me to come?

I don't think it's the sort of thing a
widow should take her boyfriend to.

Gary, I'm so glad you're back.

I'm sorry.

Just... Doesn't seem right under the
circumstances. I feel enough of a cow as

is. Why?

My husband's died and I'm sad.

But that's it.

I've hardly shed a tear for him.

I think this war's turned me into a real
hard -hearted bitch.

No, it hasn't.

You feel the way you do because you
never really loved Donald. Not in that

Great wife, eh?

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Donald felt the same way too. He
realised yours was a marriage of

You were friends, that's all.

Do you know what was the first thought
that went through my mind when I got the

telegram?

Me and you getting married.

God, you're right.

Don't sound too keen, will you?

Well, no, I just mean I hadn't made the
connection.

Yeah, well, why would you?

Come here.

Phoebe?

Blimey. You remind me of that film we
saw.

Gone with the Wind?

No.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Get
out, Sophie.

Phoebe. I'm sorry.

It's hardly the right time for a
proposal, is it?

Anyway, you know you don't have to ask.

You know the answer's yes.

Gary, I can't.

Not... Just yet.

Look, if there's one thing I know Donald
would have wanted, it's for you to be

happy. Am I right?

Well, I want you to have a great big
wedding with all the trimmings. What do

think?

Yeah. Yeah. And invite everyone. Hold
on, Gary. There is a war on, you know.

Nah, I can fix that.

Come on, let's have a little
celebration.

No, not now.

No, I wasn't thinking about throwing a
street party, you know.

Just a drink to mark the occasion.

What missed out?

Well, have you got any champagne?

Only the quake we keep for when Lord and
Lady Astor pop in.

Well, that's all I have to do, then.

There.

To us.

To us and Donald.

And Donald.

God rest him.

Look, I really appreciate this. Couple
of minutes, that's all.

Ron! Great news. You've got me out. No,
me and Phoebe are getting married.

You see, Donald's been killed, so
there's no need to wait.

I'm in the nick!

Well, obviously.

So just for once, I thought I might be
your prior concern.

But oh no, once again, your life takes
precedence yet again.

I'm sorry, I'm just so happy.

A man's dead, your best friend's in
jail, and you're happy.

What's it going to take to make it a
real zippity -doo -dah sort of day?

An outbreak of bubonic plague?

Well, this is charming.

I go out of my way to come and visit
you. Only so you can show off about your

latest bloody conquest.

A particularly insensitive thing to do,
as I am in here because my own love life

lies in tatters.

OK. Maybe I was being insensitive. I'm
sorry.

Come and sit down.

I can't.

Why?

You've never been the subject of an over
-intrusive strip search, have you?

What, actually?

Do you know what time you're in court
tomorrow?

11 o 'clock.

It's a complete and utter travesty.

There should be some recognition of
natural justice.

I caught the man with my wife.

I should be entitled to give him a slap.

Well, wrong, come on. Assaulting him
with a cricket bat's a bit more than a

slap. Read the dictionary definition.

A slap to it with an open hand or
something flat.

So I hit him with the flat bit.

You will be there tomorrow, won't you?

They won't give me bail unless you can
provide me with a secure address.

I'll be there.

And my solicitor says they may want a
surety, so bring plenty of cash. I will

do. Don't let me down, Gary.

I don't care if the whole of the German
high command come into the Royal Oak for

a pickled egg. I am a prior concern.

I promise.

Well, come on, can't you congratulate me
on my news?

Congratulations.

What about Yvonne?

Don't you have the slightest twinge of
conscience about making Phoebe your

second wife?

Although chronologically, Phoebe will be
your first wife and Yvonne will become

your second wife.

Betrayed and demoted. What a lucky girl
Yvonne is to have a treasure like you as

a husband.

Look, what happens between me and Phoebe
has no bearing on my relationship with

Yvonne. Now, it may sound callous, but
for the sake of my sanity, I've had to

learn to compartmentalise my life.

Phoebe is in one box, Yvonne is in the
other.

And currently you're in this one.

No, marrying Yvonne was just something I
drifted into, you know. It's the next

logical step.

But with Phoebe, it's so much more...
romantic.

Are you a cynic?

Sorry, mate, I'll have to go now.

Looks like my luck's changing.

See you tomorrow.

So, uh, you've got men and women in
together now, do you?

Never.

That wasn't a woman.

On thysnicker, Vicar.

I don't think I've ever had the
pleasure.

Where did you get them?

A friend of mine's got contacts at the
American Embassy.

They're not Black Market or anything.

Quite a treat.

Clever chaps, these yanks. Thank God.

I mean, it's a good job they're on our
side, isn't it?

How are you bearing up?

All right.

Case of having to, really.

Is there anything particular you'd like
me to say about Donald at this

afternoon's service?

No. I don't think so.

Obviously, it'll be a sad occasion, but
I want you to think of it not so much as

a lament for Donald's death, but a
celebration of his life.

I will.

Thanks.

Hi. Just a flying visit. I'm on my way
to court.

Sorry, but... Gary, this is the Reverend
Pym.

Gary, the friend I was telling you
about.

Ah. How do you do? Hi.

Well, you don't let the grass grow, do
you?

Well, look, whatever she wants, Vicar,
that's fine. Money is no object, OK?

Now, I want our wedding day to be the
happiest day of her life.

Problem?

The Vicar is here to talk about Donald's
memorial service.

You must let me explain. I think you've
said quite enough, thank you.

Perhaps I'd better be getting along.

I'm so sorry to have embarrassed you
like this.

Look, why don't you take some of these
for the orphanage?

That's very kind of you.

Please, take these two. No need. No,
really, least I can do.

Are these from your embassy contacts?

Oh, absolutely, yes.

The ambassador has them at all his
receptions.

Well, I'll say goodbye then. I'll see
myself out.

I'm not judging you, my dear.

The whole world's upside down at the
moment.

How could you?

Look, we've been talking about our
wedding. I saw the dog collar. I just

assumed... I'm sorry.

As if I'd be arranging our wedding on
today of all days.

Surely you must realise we can't start
thinking about that for ages.

Well, not for a couple of months,
obviously. A couple of months?

Donald's only just died.

We'll have to wait at least a year. It's
only decent.

Well, the baby's due in five months.

So? So?

I want to be married before it's born so
that it has my name.

Well, I'm sorry, but I've got my
reputation to think of.

Once we're married, you can adopt him.
Or her. I shouldn't have to adopt my own

child. That was always the plan. When
Donald was around, but now... He's dead!

My God.

You're happy he's gone, aren't you?

No. Now he's out the way, you can claim
me for your own.

I never thought you could be so callous.

Phoebe, it's not like that. I'm just
trying to say that things are different

now. In the eyes of the world, I'm still
Donald's wife.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get
ready for his memorial service.

So I'd like you to leave before I change
my mind about marrying you at all.

Phoebe, we can...

Having listened to all the evidence, I
do feel this case is sufficiently

to merit referral to the Crown Court.

Therefore, I... May I say something,
please?

As long as you're quick, I'm supposed to
be teeing off in 25 minutes.

I want to address my remarks to the
gentleman of the press.

If someone could give him a nudge.

My presence in this courtroom makes a
mockery of British justice.

I feel certain that any jury of my peers
will recognise an Englishman's

inalienable right to defend his goods,
chattels and misses from slimy little

rags. I haven't finished yet. Throw them
off. Ron, leave it.

I'd like to make an application for
bail, Your Honour.

Any objections?

No, Your Honour.

Providing the defendant can provide a
secure address other than the marital

home. We also feel an adequate cash
surety should be lodged with the court.

I think £500 is enough.

Ah, well, that does leave us with a
small problem, Your Honour.

You see, both of those conditions were
supposed to be met by a friend of Mr

Weakrock. Ah!

Mr Gary Sparrow.

Unfortunately, he hasn't arrived at the
court yet.

Young H! Sorry, sorry. Bit of a problem.

I take it this is Mr Sparrow?

It is, Your Honour.

Ron needs 500 quid. Have you got it?
Yep, no problem.

Damn. Damn? What's damn?

I've got the wrong wallet.

I suppose these are still legal currency
in court. I'm going to kill him! Calm

down, Mr Wheatcroft.

Peter, I'm going to get my other wallet.

Yes, well, make sure you're here before
five.

Otherwise, you'll have to spend another
night in the cells.

I promise, I promise.

What's going on?

Donald's mum decided to bring her lot
back here for a bit of a wake.

I don't think it's a good idea you being
here.

No, I'm not staying long. I've lost my
wallet. It hasn't turned up here, has

Well, as it happens, I did find a wallet
behind the bar. Oh, brilliant.

Well, can I have it, please?

As soon as I can verify that you are the
owner of the said article.

It's monogrammed GS.

You are not the only GS in the world.

Oh, sorry, yes, I was forgetting.

Gloria Swanson often pops in for a bit
of light bar work, doesn't she? When it

comes to lost property, there's a proper
laid -down procedure.

It's black with a silver trim.

Correct. Oh, you nearly caught me there.

What's inside it?

Well, there's a number of experimental
50 -pound notes.

50 -pound notes?

What on earth would you use them for?

Well, it must be over 500 quid there.

You could buy a house with that.

Who's this then?

It's the Queen.

That is not Her Majesty the Queen.

Anyway, if it could have anyone on it,
it ought to be the King.

You are not telling me the truth, are
you, son?

All right, Reg, I'll tell you the truth.

But you must promise not to tell another
living soul.

They're German forgeries, Reg.

They plan to flood England with those.

Making the entire population think that
King George is a transsexual.

Rubbish. King George is as British as I
am.

Well, why didn't you tell me in the
first place?

What else is there?

Well, there's a Barclay card. An
identification card made of a sort of

cardboard.

Oh, and a note to remind me to buy a
toilet roll. So far, so good.

What do you mean? That's it.

You've forgotten this little chap.

What exactly is a mate?

It's a condom, Marge.

You know, a sheath.

That's in birth control.

Yeah, big and thick and come in a box.

Not mine.

Well, and then mine, son.

Size isn't everything.

No, they're modern ones.

They fold up.

A lot.

I'm sure.

I thought I asked you not to come.

I forgot this.

Well, if you've got it, go.

Before Dolly sees you.

Dolly's heard all the local tittle
-tattle about you and Phoebe. She's been

sounding off.

Oh, has she now?

I think you'd better leave it, son.

No, I want to put her straight.

How? Well, tell her it's not true.

Well, it is true, isn't it? You and
Phoebe have been, pardon my French,

on.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'd better
leave it.

All right, bye.

There he is.

There's the fancy man she's been
carrying on with while my poor Donald

for his country.

Mrs Bamford, I don't think this is the
time or the place.

Oh, listen to Mr Lardy Dar.

Today of all days, he hasn't got the
decency to stay away.

Gary's right, Dolly. We don't want a
scene.

You shut your trap, PC Claude.

Lovely bleeding war you've had with your
nylons.

And your fancy chocolates. And there's a
new gramophone upstairs. You didn't get

that off the ration.

Why don't you get yourself down the West
End with the rest of the Piccadilly

Tarts? Now, look here. Leave it, Gary.
You've got no shame, have you?

My boy was too good for you. I always
said it.

I don't know how you can live with
yourself the way you deceived him. For

information, Donald knew all about me
and Gary.

Liar! I'm not!

He knew our marriage was a sham. The
main reason he took me on was to get

from you. Either that or drink himself
into an early grave, like his dad.

You made their lives a misery.

You spiteful baggage.

And you're a wicked old woman.

Donald was a kind, decent man.

Oh, God knows where he got it from.

You OK?

I ought to slap your face. Look, you've
had your say. Just stop it, please.

I haven't even started.

Leave her alone. She's pregnant, for
God's sake.

Gary.

Not like this.

Whose is it?

Go on. Whose is it?

It's Gary's.

You!

I'll take me home.

I can't stay in this knocking shop a
minute longer.

Hoorah!

Phoebe, Phoebe!

Just relax, just relax.

The fresh air doing you good?

Oh, fine.

It was just a reaction to the last
couple of days.

Yeah, well, I haven't exactly been a
help, have I?

Going on at you about getting married
sooner.

There's no need to worry about my
reputation now, is there?

The whole world knows my business.

Yeah, and that's my fault too.

It would have all had to come out at
some point.

Besides, I'd already decided he was
right.

We should get married as soon as
possible.

Well, I mean, I don't want to push you
into it.

If it's going to make the gossip even
worse.

Talk's cheap.

So is life during a war.

When I was sitting in that memorial
service, it dawned on me we could all be

killed tomorrow.

We've got to grab happiness while we
can.

Well, I couldn't be any happier than I
am right now.

Smooth talker.

This is it.

Donald Bamford.

1919 to 1942.

Buried far away, remembered every day.

Such a waste.

What is?

This war.

I mean, one minute Donald is living with
you in a pub in the East End, and the

next he's got a rifle shoved into his
hand, he's shunted off to some foreign

country where it's raining snipers.

It's just a life thrown away.

Don't you say that, Gary Sparrow.

Don't you dare say his life was thrown
away.

But he was so young.

So what are you saying we should do?
Give up and let Hitler win?

Donald's a hero.

They're all heroes.

You're right.

Of course you are.

It's better than a headstone, isn't it?

It's alive and growing.

I wonder what it'll look like in 50
years' time.

Please, God, we'll be able to come back
and see it.

Of course, we'll be old and grey by
then.

You speak for yourself.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Four o 'clock. Look, Phoebe, I'm going
to have to dash.

Aren't you going to see me back to the
pub?

Well, yeah, yeah, of course. We're going
to have to hurry, though.

Doctor's told me to take it easy.

Yeah, I know, I know, but could you just
take it easy a bit quicker?

There's a Gary Sparrow, the man who's
never there for me.

I'm sorry I'm late.

How come you're out?

The prison hasn't been built back in
whole dangerous Ron Wheatcroft.

I jumped one of the guards and then me
and the mad transvestite went over the

wall. And the real reason is?

My ever -loving wife got her boyfriend
to drop all the charges.

Well, that's great.

She told the magistrate that our
marriage was a rare and precious thing

she and I owed it to each other to give
it a second chance.

What's that? That is... Brilliant.

No, it's crap.

It's just a ploy so that her and her
boyfriend don't get charged with wasting

police time.

The only reason she let me off the hook
was because I agreed to a divorce.

And in the meantime, I've got to let her
bit on the side, move into my house,

sleep in my bed, use my stuff. Ron,
we've done this.

The main thing is you're out.

To what sort of life, eh?

Being taken to the cleaners by my wife
in a divorce settlement and sleeping in

your spare room.

My spare room?

Oh, Gary.

You're not going to let me down again,
are you?

No, no, no. No, of course not, mate.
You're welcome.

Well, until Yvonne comes back.

Thank you.

Fancy a drink?

I fancy several drinks.

You wait till I tell you about the day
I've had.

We'll talk about your day as well.

Why are we here?

I've had 12 pints. I need a chicken
lindelook.

I want to see if I can find Donald's
tree.

Because it would be amazing to think
that...

Only this afternoon I saw it was just a
little sapling, like that, and then a

couple of hours later I'm going to see
it all... big.

You don't mind, do you, mate?

Bloody tree, where is it?

Oh, no way.

Now, this looks familiar.

I recognise that headstone.

And the steeple is there.

So, Donald's tree must be...

Oh, yes.

I found it.

Ron! I found it!

Found what, mate?

The tree!

Want to buy a pram, lady?

Gary!

Well, I know we said we'd get it
together, but I saw it and I thought,

better snap it up.

It's brand new.

Where on earth did you find it?

Well, you've got to know the right
people.

I can't wait to push our little baby in
it.

What's this?

Oh, that's just something an engaged man
would buy his fiancée.

rings. Hmm.

What? Is there something wrong with
them? No. No, they're lovely.

It doesn't matter. Thank you.

Oh, right. You thought it was an
engagement ring.

No. No, I didn't.

Is it all?

It's all right, Rachel. It's all right.

She's just very, very happy.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, sweetheart.