All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s04e09_heartaches

Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching all you.

Tears and cutting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day is born.

It is, isn't it? I mean... Rach. I mean,
letting a bride arrive before the groom

is bad form, isn't it?

Rach. I mean, it's... Oh, for God's
sake, Rach!

You forgot your own wedding. I didn't
forget. I overslept. A word of advice

about stag nights, Ron. Never mixed your
drinks. No, never have two of them on

the same night in two different time
zones 54 years apart.

A piece of advice which I shall take on
board and immediately discard.

Look, everybody gets drunk on their stag
nights. It wasn't just the drink. I can

handle the drink.

Waking up on a Lancaster bomber
returning from a raid over Germany and

ditch an English channel that caused all
the problems.

Oh, yeah, and getting picked up by a
passing submarine. I forgot that bit.

You forgot about the submarine?

Ron, you can't expect me to remember
everything.

What submarine?

I'll tell you later.

I haven't even got a best man.

I suppose Reg could make the speech.

I thought he was dead boring. Yeah,
truly, madly, deeply.

Oh, that boring.

You're missing out here, pal. You need
someone like me. Somebody with wit and

bonhomie. Somebody who's got a way with
words. The telling anecdote.

Ron, the last time you were best man,
you groped one of the bridesmaids, got

drunk and threw up over the wedding
presents.

Well, somebody's got to do it.

Maybe Regin's such a bad choice after
all.

Right, I've got to go.

How do I look? The biz.

Yeah? Leslie Howard, eat your heart out.

Or is it Frankie Howard?

Phoebe, I need to speak to Fargo. She's
gone.

She took off.

She'd come straight back here after the
wedding, packed her bags and she left.

Said something about staying with
friends.

Which friends? She didn't say.

Well, where do they live?

She didn't say.

Well, when will she be back?

She didn't say.

Reg, you're not helping me here. Oi, oi,
don't go losing your reg with me. It's

not my fault, is it?

No, I'm sorry.

How is she?

Well, apart from crying and being upset,
you mean?

Reg, you really know how to make me feel
better, don't you? Well, how do you

expect it to be?

Biggest day of her life, she's stood
there in her wedding dress, seven months

gone. Reg. And you don't turn up. She
starts to cry and be upset. Reg.

Don't, please.

Sit down.

Cheers.

Good health.

I'm going to give Phoebe this.

Wedding present.

It's lovely, Gary.

It's antique.

Edwardian. It's not antique. It's only
30 years old.

Antique? Well, I can remember King
Edward.

Oh, Reg, where I come from.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I suppose time
does funny things to people. I say.

Look at my mother.

Reg, I'm...

You're not really in the mood for jokes.

I have to say, Gary, you could have told
her a bit sooner.

You've got cold feet.

I did not get cold feet. I overslept.
Yeah, well, maybe it's all for the best.

Marriage never seems to work out these
days, does it?

Look at me and Minnie.

14 years of unmitigated misery we had.

Well, you must have had some happy
times.

No.

Would you think it's... Worth me trying
to make it up with Phoebe?

You?

Make it up with Phoebe?

Oh, that's a good one, that is.

You should have heard some of the things
she called you, son.

Make it up with Phoebe. Oh, deary me.

Yeah, well, I'd better be getting on.

I said I'd look after the place till she
got back.

Well, I'll give you a hand.

No, I'll see to it.

Well, I'll just hang on here then, shall
I?

Look, I wouldn't if I was you, son.

He might be stood there for a very long
time.

He's gone then.

Good.

Buy her a bunch of flowers, a box of
chocolate. She'll soon come round.

How can I? I don't know where she is.

I don't know where she's gone.

Anyway, it wouldn't work with Phoebe.
She's not like that.

You haven't met her, Ron. If you had,
you'd understand.

Look.

Phoebe? Yeah.

She's beautiful.

Yes, she is.

What am I going to do, Ron?

I need help.

Right. Well, as I see it... Oh, no.

Please, not one of your as -I -see -it
speeches. I know they're supposed to

cheer me up, but... But what?

Well, they're so bloody depressing.

Ah, this one won't be.

This'll be a great as -I -see -it
speech.

In fact, as far as as -I -see -it
speeches go, I reckon this'll be numero

Go on, then.

As I see it...

The fact that you got cold feet... I did
not get cold feet. I overslept.

Never interrupt a man in the middle of
an as -I -see -it speech.

Sorry.

As I see it, the fact that you got cold
feet, or indeed, if, as you so wish to

term it, you overslept, that, in the
opinion of your Uncle Ron, can only be a

good thing.

Why? How? Because you're already married
for a start.

I don't care. I want to marry Phoebe,
too. Ah, but do you?

Putting aside the bigger mystical
aspect... Bigger mystical?

This morning, when you left on your
abortive wedding trip, there was, was

not, a particular item that you failed
to take with you?

A certain metal object?

Round? Gold?

Two hearts intertwined?

The ring. I forgot the ring. You forgot
the ring? Which, ladies and gentlemen of

the jury, leads me to one conclusion.

Which is?

Listen, pal.

Your heart was telling you one thing,
but maybe your mind was telling you

something else.

Maybe subconsciously you didn't want to
go through with it.

Maybe that's a good thing.

Look at me and Stella. The minute she
got one of those on her finger, the

shutters came down.

Words like enjoyment and happiness were
banished from the Weecroft household

forever.

So how was it?

How was what? My as -I -see -it speech.

You were out on your own.

Hello, Yvonne. And how are you? I'm
fine, thanks.

And what sort of a day have you had?

Well, this morning I had a meeting with
a palm reader who said I was guaranteed

good luck.

When I got back to the car, I found it
had been clamped.

I was then supposed to have lunch with a
sidekick who cancelled due to

unforeseen circumstances.

I had just spent the last two hours
pushing my trolley round the supermarket

to top it all, I forgot my spend and
save card.

You look awful.

Um... Bit of a rough day.

Stand up.

Sit down.

Better now.

What?

Feng shui, the ancient Chinese science,
it concerns your living space.

If you make subtle changes to your
surroundings, it can manipulate your

chi. If your chi flows smoothly, it can
help relationships, it can help your

health, it can even bring you good luck.

What can you do with a bit of that?

By moving a certain thing to a certain
place.

It can enhance your life.

If you're there on time.

All we've got to do is get an expert in
to move the furniture around for us.

Hmm. Pickfords, perhaps?

Jerry! Oh, come on. What a complete load
of bolt twaddle.

It is not a complete load of bull
-twaddle. You should never question

person's beliefs.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, what's the point?

Sometimes I wonder why we got married in
the first place.

God, there's another one.

You forgot, didn't you? I overslept.

Pardon me?

You forgot what today was.

What? I knew it. I knew you'd never
remember.

Yvonne, the... Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, fasten it for me.

You remembered.

Our anniversary.

September the 5th.

The day we met.

Oh!

They found our next... exploded bomb in
Chester Street.

Really? Really. Have you evacuated the
old street?

I hope it goes off.

Why? It's outside the butcher's. You
know, that big fat bloke who's always

laughing and joking.

So? When he was weighing my four ounces
of tripe last week, he put his thumb on

the scales.

Oh, I saw him.

Well, Paul does funny things to people.
I'll say.

You smell nice, Phoebe.

It's my Jean -Paul Gaultier.

Mum.

French bloke, eh?

I bet he gets all the birds.

Gary bought it for me last Christmas.

And that's the end of it.

It's the brain man!

Run the back!

Look, Phoebe, you can't carry on like
this.

Gary's been in here every day this week
asking where you are. I can't keep it up

anymore, pretending you're not here.

You'll have to tell him it's over.

He's doing my head off.

Up. In.

In.

Doing my head in? What does that mean?

I don't know.

Gary keeps saying it about you not being
here.

Phoebe. OK.

Next time he calls round, I'll tell him.
You promise?

Reg? Here you go, girl.

I can't, Reg.

All right, keep your hair on.

Look.

Better leave it be, wouldn't you say so,
Gary?

You mean it's not worth me coming back
any more?

I wouldn't have thought so, son.

Reg, do you wear aftershave?

Aftershave? What's that when it's at
home?

Aftershave. Sort of perfume for men.

Perfume for men?

No, I do not.

No, I didn't think you did.

Hey!

Phoebe, I understand. You have every
right to be upset.

And I'm sure you're feeling a certain
sense of grievance.

I think we should just sit down quietly
and discuss... Phoebe!

No, go on, throw it.

You have every right to.

I don't want to throw it.

Why not?

Because it cost me one and sixpence,
that's why not.

You're not worth it.

You're not worth Tappan's.

You should have seen me standing there.

I felt foolish.

Phoebe... Don't you dare come near me!

I should have known better, expecting
you to be there after all the times

let me down in the past and all the
ridiculous excuses you've made.

You've been off in Hollywood, writing
your songs. You've been called away on

your secret war work. I can explain.

OK.

Let's hear it.

And it had better be good. It is. And
it's the truth.

You remember my stack night?

And I got really drunk with all those
Canadian airmen, yes?

Well, then, I woke up on a Lancaster
bomber.

And we had to crash land.

In the English Channel.

And then there was the submarine bit.

Sorry? What was that last bit again?

It was the submarine bit.

And that's the best you can come up
with, is it?

It's the truth. The Canadians will back
me up. You should have told me.

What? That you had cold feet.

I do not have cold feet. Will people
stop saying I have cold feet? I do not

cold feet, OK?

Your baby? No, you're standing on my
foot.

Oh.

I'm telling you the truth.

Oh, yeah?

And you'd swear that on your baby's
life, would you?

Yes. Yes, I would.

What's the point?

The point is that I... I want us to be
married.

I love you so much.

I swear on our baby's life that this
time it will be different.

I promise you.

Feng shui.

What are you doing?

Huh?

Um, I just fancied a walk.

It's the block in the morning.

Yeah, well, when I say I fancied a walk,
I mean it was. It's because, um, well,

because I want to watch the sunrise.

What? The sunrise.

I want to watch the sunrise.

You see, Yvonne, I feel me, personally,
myself, that I've been...

neglecting my spiritual side, you know?
I've been concentrating on my yin rather

than my yang, my masculine rather than
my feminine side, you know, my back

rather than my front. You see what I
mean?

No, but go on.

Well, I feel the need, me personally, to
harmonise with nature.

You know, as you so rightly say, I need
to commune with... stuff.

Well, hence my desire to watch the
sunrise. So I thought I would go and

dew -dappled hill and sit down on it.

Well, better still, find a bench to sit
on because the grass will be soaking

wet, my dear.

And just watch the sunrise.

What a complete load of bull twaddle.

Yvonne, you should never question
another person's beliefs.

Thank you for trying, Gary.

Well, who knows, if it works, it'll be
worth it.

How long will he be?

Oh, not long.

Good. Why?

Well, I might not have anything on
today, if you're lucky.

Oh, no.

Do you remember Swansea?

Oh, yes, Swansea. I did tell you, love.
You know, I've got the trade fair.

Well, I've booked the train ticket now
and the hotel and everything. Well, I'm

staying overnight.

You and the forties.

You should try living in the present a
bit more.

When you get back, I shall show you what
you have really been missing.

Hmm.

Ron? Ron!

Sorry. It's seven o 'clock in the
morning. It's the time when all good

should be in bed.

I'm not leaving anything to chance this
time, Ron. This time it's going to go

like clockwork. Yeah.

Cake.

I've forgotten the cake.

Ron, I've forgotten the cake! Gary!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Never fear.

Oh.

Oh.

Thanks.

So you're all set?

Yep. Aren't you forgetting something?

I don't think so.

Gary, I know you're in a hurry, but
isn't that overdoing things?

Yes.

Nice view.

OK, you've made your point.

Good idea.

You did to me what I did to you.

Can we go in now?

Why not?

I've got cold feet.

Well, I'm not surprised. It's bloody
freezing.

No.

I've got... Cold feet.

And don't swear.

I'm in a churchyard.

Any particular reason?

You know, for the frozen feeling about
the appendages?

Look at me.

Pretending to be the blushing bride.

I'm on to my second husband.

I'm seven months pregnant and I'm
wearing a horrible dress and...

We'll be all right. We were before.

We'll be muddling along all this time.

If we got married, it might change
everything.

We might end up hating one another.

Look at my mum and dad.

They used to boss her around something
terrible.

Reggie's mini chased after everything in
trousers and me and Donald.

It was oddly love's young dream.

God rest his soul.

We're different.

Phoebe.

I'm just a little bit frightened,
really.

I mean, the wedding and the baby and me
looking like this.

It's doing my head in.

Listen.

It's going to be okay.

Really.

We're going to be together.

Just the three of us.

And we're going to be very happy for
ever such a long time.

And you're not wearing a horrible dress.
Yes, I am.

Bloody hate it.

I don't swear. We're in a church show.

Oh, deary me. I don't know.

Better look a real mess, don't I? No.

No, you don't.

You look beautiful.

Well?

Therefore, if any man can show any just
cause why they may not lawfully be

joined together, let him now speak, or
else hereafter forever hold his peace.

I will.

I will.

Who giveth this woman to be married to
this man?

Police Constable, Reginald Horatio
Dedman, H -46, 22 degrees.

Those whom God hath joined together, let
no

man put a thunder.

You may kiss the bride.

The vicar says to the land girl, I'll
never be able to get this next bit.

He says, is there your bike over there?

And the land girl says, he's left you in
fits. She says, no,

there's my bike over there.

I thank hell.

Mrs Sparrow.

It feels funny, you calling me that.

Oh, you are.

You're my wife now. I know.

It's just going to take a bit of getting
used to, that's all.

It's ever so nice, though. Come on,
Gary, let's have a speech.

Oh, no, Reg, I'm not very good at
speech. We've got to wear a few dicky

from the new dustpan and broom, and no
mistake.

Come on, Gary.

Um,

well.

We've only just begun.

To live.

White lace and promises.

A kiss for luck and we're on our way.

Before the rising... something.

We'll fly.

So many roads it says.

We'll start out walking and learn to
run.

Sharing horizons that are neat to us.

Watching the signs along the way.

Talking it over.

Just the two of us.

Working together, day by day.

Oh, ah.

And yes, we've only just begun.

That was lovely.

Beautiful stuff.

What's a rising something?

I don't know, Rach. You sound a bit rude
to me.

Mr Sparrow?

Mrs Sparrow?

Cheers.

Ow! What?

You've got cold feet.

I don't want cold feet.

Oh, look at Tommy Trinder.

Gary?

Hmm?

Will you remember today?

You know, in the future?

What do you mean, in the future?

Do you know?

Next year, our wedding anniversary.

Of course.

Of course I will.

I wouldn't forget something like an
anniversary.

Good night, Barrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.

Sweetheart.