All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s04e05_the_leaving_of_liverpool

Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching over you. Tears and

cotton may make us more lonely.

But we'll be gone.

My one -length swimming certificate.

Hey, Gary, in 1972, I swam 25 yards.

Never done it since, mind. Well, there's
no need, is there? How many

certificates do I want?

So, you're leaving me too. Very
poignant.

First, my wife ejects me from the
marital home so she can more freely

another. I move in here, your wife goes
to Korea, and now you're off too.

A more sensitive person might be getting
quite depressed about now.

This trip isn't my idea, I can assure
you.

Phoebe wants me to meet her grandmother,
and if she's the only one left on her

mother's side, I could hardly say no.

So, now it's off to Liverpool on the
train.

Yeah, but not now, in 1942.

It was cheaper back then, and
interestingly enough, it was just as

Now, come on, be useful. Do you know
about northern pastes? What would

Liverpudlian grandmother in 1942?

Twenty park drive and a crate of
Guinness.

What kind of tie?

She wouldn't care about the tie as long
as you had the park drive and the

Guinness.

The green one.

So, it's off to the pool.

Give my regards to Life Street.

Send my love to the Pierhead.

Make a wish of... Leave it out, Ron, for
God's sake.

Oh, it's a magic city, Gary. There's
nowhere quite like it.

He couldn't wait to get out of there.

What is it about you northerners, always
waxing lyrical about places you

wouldn't be found dead in?

He'll be there in 1942.

Did you know, Gary, 54 years ago this
week, my grandad was elevated to hero

status.

As witnessed by the Liverpool Echo.

Albert Wheatcroft of Union Street.

Carried the child from the blazing
building.

Your grandad? My grandad.

Grandad Wheatcroft. A legend in his own
time.

You know, sometimes when the self
-esteem's on the slide, I take out that

particular clip just to remind me what a
Wheatcroft are made of.

Pics of old newspaper.

Hey, you said that Phoebe's family were
from Walton.

That's Grandad's old stomping ground.

I know it's a long shot, but if you
should meet him, buy him a drink from

Oh, sure. Yeah.

No, it's all right, mate. This one's on
Ron, your unborn grandson.

In fact, he isn't even conceived yet,
but you can't knock his generosity, can

you?

And could you give him this?

I think he'll appreciate it.

Oh, what is it?

A small Melton Mowbray.

Are you out of your mind?

Nobody goes time travelling with a pork
pie.

That's got to be the quickest way to get
salmonella.

Last thing at night, double lock the
back door and put the cat out.

You don't have a cat, Phoebe.

Do you want me to borrow one?

Put the light out, Reg.

Light?

I'm just nervous, Reg.

I mean, Liverpool.

I've never been that far.

We will be all right, won't we?

Boy, you never know. You hear some
terrible stories.

While we're doing the force, there was
one just the other week.

Ooh, yeah.

Funny enough, it happened in Liverpool.

Thank you, Rach. I was looking for some
comfort.

You're going to need a lot of that where
you're going.

Yes. Thank you, Rach.

Do you know they've had 500 air raids
there?

500!

I think I'll unpack. I'm not so sure
about this now. No, you go, love. You

yourself.

Gary! Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

Everything all right? It should be. I've
given Reg a list this time.

Gary, who persuaded you to wear that
tie?

A friend.

A friend who wants to see you hanging
from the rafters of McMichael's

They won't even serve gin and lime in
there.

Haven't you got an orange one?

I'll get the packed lunch.

Attack lunch?

Does this mean we've predated the
British Rail sandwich?

Eh? No, nothing like that.

So, how's the marital strife? Oh, much
the same.

Well, no, matter of fact, it's worse.

Last week I threatened to withdraw all
marital rights.

Is that funny?

Well, my Minnie couldn't stop laughing.

Shackling about that for days she was.

I don't understand women, Gary.

I know, Reg, you're famous for it.

Still, never mind. You've got the spare
room here while we're away. Spot a

police leave?

You could be living like a single man
again.

Yeah, that's right.

I could iron me shirts the way I like
them.

Go for it, Tiger.

Are we ready, then? Off into the great
unknown?

Liverpool has been mapped, Phoebe. They
do speak English.

Well, after a fashion.

Good luck, Reg. Good luck.

And give my regards to... Salome Street,
yes, I know. I was going to say Arthur

Askey, but suit yourselves.

Come in, come in.

Sit down, sit down.

Make yourself comfy.

Oh, it's lovely to see you, Phoebe.

So, this is your Barry.

Oh, Gary.

Gary, is that right?

Or whatever will they think of next?

Is it American, like Gary Cooper?

Or Italian, like Gary Baldy.

Gary's a Londoner, born and bred.

Aye, he looks a bit peaky.

He brought me some tea.

Well, I hope you brought something to
dip in it. I've got nothing. Up here,

only thing not on points is fresh air.
There's not much of that about.

Well, we brought you all our spare
coupons.

Oh!

Oh, I knew you'd get yourself a nice
young man.

Oh, what a nice young man.

And we also brought you a nice bit of
meat.

That's right.

You have a little Jack Russell.

No, no, no, no. He ran away, love. Oh.

Well, as I say, it's a lovely piece of
meat. All you have... Meat.

Well, all right. I keep him in the broom
cupboard. He hasn't run away. Not yet.

He might have to, though.

The army have taken the Alsatian from
the corner house to train him as a guard

dog. and they're calling up all our
stations and collies.

It's only a matter of time before they
want him.

So what's his name? Jack Russell's don't
need a name. They've already got one.

Well, word is they'll be calling up all
the lurchers and Afghans next.

All the clever ones.

I'm training them to a daft.

Come on, let's put our things away and
take Gran for a drink. Oh, what a good

idea. I'll show you up to your room,
Phoebe.

Your room is down the road. You'll be
staying with Mr Clary.

Oh.

Oh, it's all right.

Mr Clary's the scoutmaster.

Right.

Well, I'll be prepared.

Remind me again, Phoebe, when exactly
did your Donald pass away?

We heard a few days ago.

You decided to get over it quickly.

Life goes on, Gran, I'm sorry, but...
Oh, there's nothing to worry about,

Well, your Auntie Alice was the same.

Her Jack was a roofer, fell off a gable
end. She was married again before he hit

the deck.

So, what do you think of Gary then?

Has been material.

What's husband material?

Put them in cold water, they all shrink.

Oh, she was fine enough.

Have you tried them?

Have you tried them?

When? I wasn't brought up like that. I
was taught to save myself.

Oh, it's all very well being pure as the
driven snow.

I was that way when I met your grandad.

I soon could have stopped at hand.

No, you're quite right, landlord. You
spotted it. I'm not from round here.

London. Cricklewood.

Oh, I would have said London.

Well, this is my first trip to
Liverpool, so I'm on the lookout for

you know. Anything local.

Tram timetables.

Posters. Programmes.

Yeah, programmes. You bet.

The last game I went to see.

Everton versus Liverpool in the World
Cup.

The first leg at Anfield. We hammered
them 1 -0.

Everton had to change the team at the
last minute.

Jonesy played because Plummy Lawton
didn't turn up. Or just didn't bother.

No, he probably got on the wrong tram.
You know what centipodes are like.

They're all puddles.

So you have tried him then? Gran.

And? And what? Well, was it a glorious
gift from God and an everlasting memory

of wonderment?

Or was it like me and your grandad?

Gary's quite... He's fine, Gran. He's
fine.

I'll help Gary with the drinks.

There you go.

Oh, and have one for yourself for the
programme.

Oh, thanks very much.

Hey, my wife might have a programme.

She went out once.

Gary, what are you doing? Ruining it
yourself?

Have you told her everything yet?

I can't tell her about the baby, Gary. I
just can't. Why not?

It's partly why we came.

I know.

But she started to talk about Donald and
how long he's been dead.

If I tell her how long I've been
pregnant, it doesn't sound very good,

No, I suppose not.

All right, we'll leave it out. We'll
drop her a line another time.

Here we are.

Chew milk down.

Sit down, Gary.

Can's been asking all about you.

Oh, has she?

Well, we haven't got any secrets from
each other, so... I don't believe it.

Albert Wheatcroft.

No secrets, eh?

You would think that in two days' time,
you'll be a local hero.

What are you... smirking at, pal.

You looking for something to run under
the cold tap?

No, actually, I was looking to buy you a
drink.

I don't accept drinks from strange men.

But now I know you better, I'll have a
whiskey, say, sir.

Langley Bexham Lodge whiskey for Mr...
Albert Wheatclough. Gary Sparrow.

Fivers! You don't see many of them up
here.

Who prints them for you, eh?

Do my ears deceive me, or are you from
parts other than these?

A threepenny bit says London.

Cricklewood. Really, and I put money on
London.

All right, you caught me with that one.

So, what can I sell you?

Well, it's funny you should say that,
actually, because a friend of mine's a

of a collector. Gary, I'd like a quick
word.

Yeah, two minutes, Phoebe. I'm just
doing a bit of business.

That's why I'd like a word. We came up
here to see Graham.

Now, where are your men at? Two minutes,
Phoebe, I promise.

So this pal of yours, what does he
collect?

Oh, you know, odd things.

Odd things?

No problem.

This place is full of them.

He's building up a picture of the war
years. You know, he likes tickets,

posters, dig for victory, make do men,
that sort of thing.

Hey, Gary, come on.

There's two women sitting on their own
over here.

Listen, missus.

All over the world, there are women
sitting at tables waiting for their

A lot of those men will never be coming
home.

Even though they're only in the pub down
the road.

It's only here, love.

Aye, that's what I'm worried about.

I'll be over in a minute, Grant, honest.

Palomine does the printing for the
Pavilion Theatre.

He's got a stack of Panto posters.

I've seen them.

Cinderella with Albert Burden and Mavis
White.

Albert Burden and Mavis White, eh?

Names they'll remember forever.

Well, here, let me buy you another. Oh,
no, go!

Pal, I wouldn't dream of it. Ladies and
gentlemen, can I have your attention,

please? The best of order now.

Best of order. A little bird has told me
that someone special is drinking with

us tonight.

Mr. Gary Sparrow.

Thank you very much, Phoebe Banford. He
has played the musicals down in London.

Perhaps we should persuade him to play
something for us, a beer.

Yeah, go on, Gary. He might have given
me some warning.

Sorry, Gary, but I did it for a reason.

I'll explain later.

Well, do I become the first person ever
to sing Long Tall Sally in Liverpool, or

shall I... This is a little song I wrote
about Liverpool.

Oh!

In Penny Lane there is a barbershop...

Of every head he's had the pleasure to
know.

And all the people that come and go stop
and say hello.

On the corner is the banker with a motor
car.

The little children laugh at him behind
his back.

And the banker never wears a mask in the
pouring rain.

I should stick to writing songs about
London if I were you, pal. It's your

piano. It's that tune.

Call that songwriting.

He's got a one -year -old at home that
could write better songs than that.

Isn't that right, Mr Lennon? That's
right.

I blame you for this.

She only did it for your own good.
That's right, Gary. You were drinking

low life.

Grandpa, he's a villain.

No, he's all right. He's just... He's
just gone.

And so's my wallet.

Harry, I don't see the problem. The
police caught him and you got your

back. You only lost ten, Bob.

I know, I know. And Wheatcroft is under
arrest.

But they reckon he won't be up before
the bench until next week.

So? Three cheers. Liverpool will be just
that bit safer for a week.

Phoebe, you don't understand.

All this changes things.

Well, I mean, if I hadn't tempted him,
you know, flashed my wallet, he'd never

have stolen it.

No, he'd have... stolen your overcoat
instead.

He's a thief, Gary. That's what Graham
was trying to tell you.

Now stay quiet and don't wake her up.
I'll make you some cocoa.

Remember, shh.

If Albert's locked up, that means he
can't do his heroic rescue tomorrow.

And if he doesn't do that, it changes
everything that follows.

Doesn't it?

Well, who knows?

I've got to talk to Ron.

Phoebe, I've got to pop out tomorrow.

There's somebody I've got to meet.

Where's my shop?

I'm going to see him.

I'm going to see him.

Believe it. Ron!

You left the front door wide open!

Ron?

What's with all the bicycles and... Why

are all the kids stuck?

Ron?

President Thatcher wins five more years.

Ron!

Yvonne, you're back.

Who the hell are you?

It's me, Gary.

Your husband, remember?

Ron! Ron, we've got a nutter in the
living room! Ron!

That's not Ron. It's nothing like him.
He is never a Ron.

All right, all right, Ron. All right,
all right. Take it easy. Ron, just calm

down.

Ron!

Yes, my son?

Well, just go off and leave a girl
stranded.

Now, tell me that. I'm not stranded,
Gran.

And I've tried to explain.

Gary has secret war work to do. With the
likes of Albert Wheatcroft.

Oh, aye. He disappears for days on end,
does he? Oh, very hush -hush.

How very convenient.

Well, he certainly puts the wool over
your eyes.

No, he does not.

Gary and I have a very honest and
straightforward relationship.

Oh, this is bound to be him. See, he
even upsets the dog.

You let him in if you must.

Oh, Phoebe, thank God it's you. Thank
God you're still here. Of course I'm

here. This is where you left me,
waiting.

Look, Phoebe, just... Phoebe, just let
me hold you.

Oh, it's just you and me.

You're my whole world now.

You should think so, Gary Sparrow.

You don't say that very often.

Yeah, you're not feeling guilty about
something, are you?

You are being honest with me, Gary,
because if I thought you'd been

Phoebe, for God's sake, I'm... I'm
sorry. Phoebe, I'm sorry. I... Oh, God.

Gary, what is it?

Look, I know your mission's a secret.

I respect that. I never pry, do I?

I've never seen you like this.

Talk to me.

Somehow, if we're going to be husband
and wife, we have to find a way to talk.

Of course, if there's someone else you'd
rather talk to. There is no one else I

can talk to now.

It's just you and me.

Look, Phoebe, it's difficult to explain,
but something has gone terribly,

terribly wrong.

I knew it.

We should never have opened up that
second front in Egypt.

Ronald would be straight through. I said
that to Graham. No, Phoebe, it's a

little more complicated than that.
Somebody has been messing around with

destiny.

Hitler.

Me.

Gary, what have you done?

How can you mess around with things like
that? What's it all mean?

It means I've got to sort it out.

It means I've got to put it right. It's
as simple as that.

Phoebe, thanks for being here.

I'm sorry it's all been gibberish, but
thanks for listening.

So, what happens now?

Now, a man's got to do what a man's got
to do. Not in my hair, she doesn't.

Here you are, Phoebe.

One for you, and one for me.

That's all right.

I think I need something stronger.

because now I'm going to have to spring
Albert Wheatcroft from jail.

So what was all those papers you were
waving about?

Never you mind.

Well, I do mind.

Who are you, anyway?

Popeye the Sailor Man. Come on.

All right, look, if you're unhappy about
being out and about, we'll go back,

shall we? Come on, back on the lock and
key. No, no, I didn't say that, did I?

Well, you can't blame me for wondering
what it's all about, though.

What is it all about?

I've got a job for you.

A job?

trapped up there. Who said?

I did. So get up there and rescue it.

Pardon? You heard.

Look, it's time to be a hero, Albert.

So just bite the bullet and get on with
it.

Now, Gary, I want to get this right. We
don't want to make any mistakes here.

You want me to enter a burning building
and stumble about in the suffocating

smoke looking for someone's kit.

Forget it.

Do you want to go back under lock and
key?

Yes, please.

instead of you.

Oh, well.

Every dog has his day.

Even old dogs like Albert.

I can't believe that Wheatcroft's being
a hero.

I might even let him buy me a dinner.

So you didn't tell her after all?

No. Well, babies just didn't crop up
again.

Well, I know. Emily, look at this.

Albert Wheatcroft, the hero.

I know.

Sticks in the throat, doesn't it? Said
the Lord Mayor shook his hand. But he's

been two fingers short ever since.

So you're off then?

We're off.

It's been lovely to see you, Grant.

Keep in touch.

Now, don't you be letting her carry that
case.

Not in her condition.

Well, you must be four months gone at
least.

And here was me wondering how to tell
you. You ought to be showing a treat at

the altar.

I can say nothing. I left it late
myself.

In fact, your poor mother, God rest her,
was one of me bridesmaids.

Well, we've got a train to catch, so
lovely to meet you.

Meet you?

Brown rice?

Lentils?

Beans?

Well, there you go.

A confirmed vegetarian.

Every morrow, it's just you wait and
see.

Heavy fun and laughter.

Oh, well, well, well.

The traveller's returned.

How was the big trip? You may well ask.
What did you call it, Gary?

A magical mystery tour.

Well, come on, Ray. Excuse me, I'll know
if I can measure a pint.

Oh, right.

Seems like you've been gone for weeks.

Sorry, Reg.

No, no, no, it's been wonderful.

I've been staying up really late playing
me Vera Lynn records.

What, both of them?

It's very quiet, Reg.

Oh, yeah, it's been lovely and quiet.

What have you been doing with the
barrels, Reg?

Not a lot.

All right, Gary, all right. There's no
call for that sort of behaviour.

That's not beer.

No, it's dandelion and burdock.

But there's still no reason to spit it
all over the floor.

Reg, how long have we been running a
temperance bar?

Since the beer ran out. Well, no, tell a
lie, since the day after the beer ran

out. The brewery didn't deliver, Phoebe.

You were supposed to telephone them. It
was on the list.

Phoebe, the list broke down.

The list of what? Well, I couldn't get
it to work.

I had nothing for the customers till Mrs
Moss from the herbalist offered me a

barrel cheap to keep us ticking over.

It was better than nothing, innit?

That's debatable.

I was trying to use my initiative.

I'm very proud of you, Reg.

You've done wonder with the place.

Yeah, that's what the Salvation Army
said.

What are you doing in my house?

Only joking.

Only joking.

Only you've been gone so long, I was
going to claim spots as right.

How was Liverpool?

Full of snidey little geats waiting for
a fight.

Hustlers on the make and tow rags who'd
tell their own mothers.

Yeah, there's no place like it.

Did you come across my grandad?

You know me, Ron. I'm lucky like that.
Yeah?

Well, what was he like?

Did he have great charisma?

If he did, he nicked it off somebody.

Yeah, us Wheatcrofts have not always
been as honest and upright as myself.

Genetically, I'm something of a quantum
leap.

So what was he like?

Oh, Ron, that answer could take all
night.

Great! I'll get the beers.

I never really knew him.

Really? Well, you're the lucky one.

What a total waste of space. What a
complete and utter scumbag.

You know, I bet he didn't do a decent
day's work or an honest thing for his

entire life.

Sorry, Gary, I missed that.

Start again.

Go on.

This is really important to me.

Grandad Wheatcroft was my light in the
darkness.

Something to live up to.

Something that's kept me on the straight
and narrow all these years.

You didn't know that?

I didn't know that.

That's why I have to know, Gary.

Grandad Weecroft was a hero, wasn't he?

Of course he was, Ron.

Of course he was. You see, I used to get
a lot of stick at school from the kids

about that newspaper clipping.

They'd say it was one of those mock -ups
you could have done.

Sort of joke.

It's not a joke, is it, Gary?

Here you go.

Liverpool Echo, June 27th, 1942.

From Paige.

A man rescued a child from a burning
building, and I know that man.

Oh yes, you know the man who did that.

Were you there when it happened?

Did you see him do what he did?

I saw him do what he did, yes.

Honestly.

Ron, would I lie to a man of the cloth?

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep well, banished sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.