All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s04e10_careless_talk

Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching over you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day.

Harry, I don't want to be a nag, but you
go out that door and I've no idea when

you'll be back.

Look, I'll try and pop back tonight, I
promise.

We're married now. You've got
responsibility.

Phoebe, being a spy isn't a nine -to
-five job, you know.

I can hardly turn to M halfway through a
mission and say, I'm sorry, sir, it's

five o 'clock, I've got to go home for
my tea now.

Yeah, I bet when you do get hungry, that
Miss Moneypenny's always got something

hot for you.

There is nothing between me and
Moneypenny.

OK, I admit she has got a bit of a thing
for me.

Well, there's this trick I do. You know,
I throw my hat onto a hook and she

laughs.

She understands I'm strictly out of
bounds.

I know your work takes up a lot of your
time, but I'm worried about all the

things that need doing round here.

Things like what?

Like what? I'm eight months pregnant.

The baby could arrive at any moment. The
nursery isn't decorated or furnished.

Left to you, our baby would end up
sleeping in a drawer.

I slept in a drawer till I was five.

It's very nice. My dad used to leave it
open.

Look, I don't want to do anything to the
nursery until the baby's born and

everything's OK.

I don't want to tempt fate.

What do you mean?

The doctor says everything's fine.

Has he said something different to you?

No, no, of course not.

You're lying.

What's he said?

Nothing, I swear.

Look, you're right. Everything's going
to be fine. I'm just being silly.

So when will you decorate the nursery,
then?

Well, we can hire someone.

Pay someone to do our decorating.

You've got some airs and graces. Oh, I
can afford it.

Do you know any handymen?

All the ones I knew have been called up.

Yeah.

God, there must be somebody keen to earn
a few bob on the side.

Ask me.

Of course.

Do you know anyone rich?

No, I mean, ask me to decorate the
nursery for you.

Oh, um, well, thanks, Reg, but we want
it done a certain way.

What way's that then?

Properly. Don't be so rude, Reg. He's a
dab and with a brush.

He did a lovely job on Margie's
scullery. He transformed it.

Into what?

Nothing. It's still a scullery.

I only had a bucket of distemper.

Oh, OK, if you're happy.

Now, what about the furniture?

Oh, yeah, what do we need? A crib,
Moses' basket.

Why don't you just make a list and I'll
pick up everything in the same place

I've got the pram.

Can't I come with you to... Where was it
you said you went? Mothercare?

Um, well, no.

No, it's part of the American Embassy,
you see. We have to go through a lot of

red tape.

By the time you've got your security
clearance, the baby will be on solid.

This is my baby as well, Gary. I want to
help choose all of his little things.

Part of the fun for a woman.

OK, OK, we'll go to the shops.

There's not a new stick of furniture in
the whole of Hackney.

I mean, we'll go up west.

Harrods. You'll get anything if you've
got the money.

You've got Harrods sort of money, have
you? Yeah, no problem.

So, Reg, how much am I going to pay you
for doing this decorating?

Ten be OK?

I wouldn't take ten bob off, you can.

No, I meant ten quid, Reg. Ten quid?
That's more than I might get a month.

How many times do I have to tell you?
Money isn't a problem.

You've got no money, have you?

You see, at the moment, most alternative
therapies are just a chaotic jumble of

cottage industries going on in people's
front rooms or above kebab shops.

Eventually, what I'd like to do is put
them all under one roof. A holistic

health centre. Give the whole thing some
sort of credibility. You're so right.

Most people still see alternative
therapy as something that's practised by

weirdos and hippies. And nutters. Don't
forget nutters.

Sweet.

Good trip.

Yeah. Hi, Kate. Hello, Gary. How's the
career going?

Oh, you know, a constant round of war
zones, interviews with major

big movie premieres. Oh, sounds fun.

Yeah, those are just some of the jobs I
might be doing if I wasn't stuck on the

Colford evening argo.

Has Yvonne been telling you all about
her plans for comprehensive health cover

for the lentil -eating people of the
world?

You'll have noticed Gary's not an
enthusiast. There's more things in

earth than all that, Gary.

Some of the things I've read on the
internet. You're wasting your time,

Closed minds.

No, I can believe that something like
acupuncture can have some merit.

But just because I can't entertain the
idea that sitting under a plastic

can cure your piles doesn't mean I've
got a closed mind.

That means that you are gullible.

Excuse me? Plastic pyramids and piles?
You're making this up.

Oh, OK.

What about that guy who came round the
other week with his shiny stone?

Energy crystals.

They give out the positive and take away
the negative.

You get naked and place them on various
parts of your body.

Add a few bedding plants and, hey,
you're a rockery.

I think we should stop this conversation
now before I smack you in the gob. Oh,

very new age.

Three guesses.

What? Who is it?

Ron. How long were you away? A day and a
half?

Five times he's popped round already.

He's got the raging heart for Kate.

He keeps asking me back to his pad.

Oh, he doesn't say pad.

Well, he watches a lot of cable. It's
all those shows from the 70s.

Look, Kate, try and cut Ron some slack.

He's going through a really bad divorce
at the moment. He's not himself.

Sorry, I just find him boring.

I like a man who can make me laugh, not
make me sleep.

Hi, all.

I was just sitting alone in my... Flat.

Pad, Gary, pad.

About to sample this saucy little
vintage when I thought, hey, why drink

when I can share it with friends?

Good job I did. Gary's back.

Looks like we've got ourselves a
foursome.

Yeah, well, let's just start with the
wine, shall we?

Good idea, Gaz. Get a bit of a party
atmosphere going. I'll just go and get

glasses, shall I?

Right, we're off down the wine bar.
What? Have a word with him, Gary. Make

understand that Kate is not interested.

But you can't just go. Yes, we can. Come
on, Kate.

Ron. No need to explain.

The sound of crumpets stampeding towards
the exit shortly after yours truly

entered the room has become something of
a familiar sound of late.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Hard on myself?

It's life turning the thumbscrews.

Well, it's really good to see you, mate.

Thanks. I need some more wartime
currency.

You had me fooled there, Gaz.

I thought you were referring to me, the
person, as opposed to me, the 1940s cash

pointer. Sorry, mate. It's just that...
Well, I'm right out.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry too. I can't help
you.

Well, don't be like that.

My life is meaningless.

I just don't want to think about work.

I never thought I'd hear myself say
this, but I've lost the will to print.

No, Ron, you're being irrational. Your
life is not meaningless.

I've lost my wife, my home, half the
value of my business.

I finally meet Kate, a bird I really,
really fancy, and all she sees is a

git.

Well, that is nonsense.

She was just saying, how much you make
her laugh.

I'm sure I do. I just like to be in the
same room when she does it.

Kate is very interested.

They just had to...

What's going on?

You are despicable.

You are just lying to me so I will go
and print your money.

Well, I wouldn't do it now if you're the
last time to have that in the cookie

jar.

Do you honestly think I would do that?

So she fancies me, does she?

Desperate for my body, is she?

I'm sure of it.

All right, I'll do you a deal.

I'll ask Kate on a date. If she says
yes, I'll print your money for you. But

I make a prat of myself, you'll have to
consult Yellow Pages for a new forger.

Do I look worried?

All

right,

can I have a quick pint of... Shut your
eyes.

No. Shut your eyes and hold out your
hands.

I've got a surprise for you.

It's wallpaper.

So it is.

Cool. I thought you'd be pleased.

That stuff's harder to come by than an
alarm clock.

And again, an alarm clock's easier to
get hold of than a hot water bottle.

Mind you, a hot water bottle... Red.

Cost a pretty penny, but you said
yesterday money was no object.

It's like the stuff my grandma used to
have. She was old ago, wasn't she?

Don't you think it's okay?

Okay is such a strong word, isn't it?

It's a nice chocolate brown paint to go
with it.

It should make all the difference.

Where did you get all this stuff?

Charlie Harris, local spiv.

Black Market?

Reg is a policeman.

So is Charlie Harris.

Reg has laid out a fair few bob for this
lot. You'll have to reimburse him.

Oh. Um, well, I won't be able to do that
right away. I'm temporarily short of

cash, you see.

Well, the pay can be a bit erratic in
the Secret Service, you know, because

tend to leave it hidden in hollow trees,
and sometimes it takes a long time to

find the right tree.

Phoebe, I'm joking.

Well, you should have made sure you had
it before you went on about Harrods and

money being no object.

You don't have to impress me, you know.
I wasn't doing it to impress you.

I know how you like to put on a bit of
twang.

But I married you because I love you,
not because of your money.

No, I can't afford it. I'll have all the
money I need to.

Well, you'd better tell Reg you'll have
to wait.

He used the money he'd saved for
Margie's birthday present.

Oh, he didn't? He did.

Reg?

Um, Reg, I'm sorry.

I've got a bit of a cash problem.

It's only temporary, but it means I
won't be able to reimburse you for the

and paint straight away.

Oh, I see.

When's Margie's birthday?

Next week. Oh, well, she'll be OK by
then. Well, not to worry, son.

Worst comes to worst, I can always wrap
up a tin of paint.

Mind you, she won't be at me. She won't
do the handbag.

Well, Phoebe, don't look at me like
that. I was...

Ron will be popping

round in a while.

Oh. Oh, come on, Kate. I don't think
you're giving him a fair chance.

Now, I know Yvonne's got a downer on
him, but she only got Stella's side of

divorce, so her view's bound to be
jaundiced.

I mean it. He is a kind, gentle, funny
man.

Honestly,

he said something to me yesterday.

Had me in stitches.

What did he say?

You had to be there.

He was very witty and of the moment, you
know, wouldn't stand a repeat.

Oh, talk of the devil.

Come on, mate, come on in.

We were just talking about you.

Only good things, I hope.

I'm just going to make myself a coffee.

I bet you're right.

Bearing the ground for you, she is
definitely keen. You play your cards

it's going to be a breeze.

I certainly hope so.

Ron, have you been drinking?

Just a little Scotch courage.

All right, give me the three golden
rules.

One, be interesting.

Two, don't mention my pad.

Three, don't put my hand up her blouse
unless she's specifically asked me to.

All right, well, I've done all I can.

You're on your own.

Um, Kate, I'm off now.

I've got to go to the shop.

But Ron won't be back for a couple of
hours.

Oh, that's all right. Ron will entertain
you. Bye.

Alone at last.

Look, Ron... You know...

We should have a lot to talk about, you
and I.

Really? Oh, yes. Both our professions
being dependent on the printed word.

Well, I don't really get involved in the
mechanics. I just tap my stories into

the computer.

Oh, yes.

The ubiquitous computer.

You know,

personally, I feel that the demise of
the old hot metal press was a crying

shame. It had a romance all of its own.

Did it? Oh, yes.

In fact, the whole history of the
printed word is a fascinating one.

From the introduction by the Chinese of
the single wooden block in the 6th

century to their invention of movable
type in the 11th.

Of course, it took another three
centuries for it to reach Europe.

That was when John Gutenberg... I'm
going on a bit, aren't I?

I'm just going to finish making that
coffee.

Say, Wheatcroft, you must know something
interesting.

Hey, Kate, did you know Gary was a time
traveller?

Hi. Hello, Gary.

Hello, Gary.

Rowan's gone, is he?

Yeah. Oh, thanks.

So, you're a time traveller, then?

portal in the back of your shop, which
you go through and have adventures in

wartime London.

Ron told Kate everything.

Who knows?

He's got to be on something.

God knows what it is, but the street
value must be incredible.

Absolutely.

Excuse me, I need the toilet.

Why did you do that?

Kate is a journalist.

Not only that, she is a journalist who
believes in crop circles.

Anyone who thinks that an alien
civilisation would cross the vastness of

just to make meaningless patterns in
arable crop might just have believed you

enough to set some sort of track for me.

Rob, I could have been a headline in the
Daily Sport along with Budgie Eats

None.

Who possessed you? I was desperate.

You were drunk. I was losing her.

Her eyes were glazing over. Bits of her
were going rigid with boredom.

Now you're just exaggerating. I know the
signs. I've been boring women since I

was 16.

Oh, well, congratulations.

Because now she just doesn't think
you're boring. She thinks you're mad as

What was the logic involved?

Why did you think that... Telling her
about me would help you. Did you think

you'd become interesting by association?

It worked for Jimmy Olsen.

He was just another newspaper
photographer until he became Superman's

I'll bet if you know the man in tight,
you don't sleep alone.

I think we need to take a little dip in
Lake Reel.

All right, then, five bellies.

Who'd take any notice of him if it
wasn't for Gather?

And that's your role model, is it?

An overweight, beer -swilling bot?

He is your role model, isn't he?

Well, you know what really hurts?

You nearly blew my whole world apart.
You're not even sorry.

Why should I be? It's all your fault.

And how do you make that up?

If you hadn't lied to me and told me she
fancied me, I wouldn't have been there

making a prat of myself in the first
place.

I didn't lie. I just took a positive
angle.

Now I come to think of it, quite a lot
could be your fault.

Before I met you, I had a thriving
business, a happy marriage. It's all

now.

Maybe if I hadn't spent so long
concentrating on your oh -so

I wouldn't have neglected my own.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

No, that's true.

All this time, I've been blaming myself,
thinking I was some sort of tosser,

when all along, you were the tosser.
Yeah, I like that.

Ron, this is neither fair nor healthy.
Look, if your life is going to move on,

you've got to accept... And what would
you know?

Tosser.

All right.

All right, if it makes you feel better,
I'm the tosser.

No, I think it would be best all round
if you just gave me my white fivers and

leave. I'll speak to you again when
you're sober.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I said you could have the money if I got
a date with Kate.

No, Ron, I need it.

I'm going back there tonight. I must
have some cash.

So get a job.

Who says I'm not funny?

Ron, mate, you're off your face. You're
not making any sense.

Oh, yes, I am.

No Kate, no date, no dosh.

Don't give my pasting brush down here,
have I?

Rich, is there actually any paint on the
walls?

I suppose it did splash a bit.

Between you and me and the gatepost, I
reckon Charlie Harris has walked with it

down. Has he now? I think I'll do the
same to his next pint of mild.

How's it going up there?

Job's speeded up considerably. Now the
flour and wallpaper paste mix -up's been

resolved. Thanks for pointing that out.

I'm really sorry you've been left out of
pocket.

I'll give it to you myself, only I
haven't got it to spare.

Don't worry about it. Gary'll come up
trumps. He always does.

Yeah. I was a bit hard on him, wasn't I?

If I turn out to be a nag like my dad,
you'll let me know, won't you? If anyone

could be a nag like your dad was,
shocker he was, on and on he'd go, then

and on again for hours on end.

Really got on my nerves, he did.

OK, Reg, it is my dad we're talking
about.

Sorry. Well, I'd better get on. Standing
here chin -wagging won't get more

pastebrush found.

Reg!

It's funny when we confronted Gary.

He was hilarious.

No, I mean funny odd.

How did he look to you?

Oh, he looked shocked.

He was, wasn't he?

Why?

Someone accused me of being a time
traveller. Well, it's as bizarre as

telling you... Andrew Lloyd Webber's a
sex god.

Exactly.

Gary should have looked bemused.

But instead he looked caught out.

What are you trying to say?

You don't think he really could be, do
you? Are you sure you've only had one

glass? Think about it for me.

It'll explain an awful lot.

His constant trips away. To collected
fares. His endless supply of pristine

wartime artefacts. Which he gets from
collected fares. No, no, it's too

A good journalist always digs deeper.

I've got a feeling about this.

There was a similar case in the Fortean
Times. Hang on a minute. Are you

seriously trying to suggest that my
husband is a time traveller?

No. I'm glad to hear it.

What if he was, though?

Okay! We could find out for sure. He
said he was going away again tonight,

didn't he? So?

So let's get his spare keys, hide in the
shop and see if he turns up. No way.

Gary'd laugh for a month if he found
out. But if he isn't a time traveller,

won't have to go back to the shop and he
won't find out, will he?

Oh, come on.

It'll be a giggle.

This is mad.

How did I let you talk me into this?
Give it time. You never know.

Wish I'd brought the wine.

Lush.

Well, where?

Well, he must have gone through the
gate.

No, he can't have done it. It's all
padlock.

He didn't have the time.

Well, he's got to be with someone.

It's true, Yvonne.

Your husband is a time traveller.

Shall we give it a go?

Agent Mulder?

Oh, I told you you were gullible, didn't
I? No, all right, Gary. Please don't go

on. Thank you very much.

So, you actually thought I was a time
traveller? How did you know we were in

shop? I saw your car parked outside.

It's fairly easy to spot. It's the only
fiesta I know with an I've been

kidnapped by aliens sticker in the back.

Hang on a minute.

This whole thing wasn't a set -up, was
it?

Yeah. Yeah, it was. I just popped back
on the off chance that you'd go for it.

That means I'd be made a fool of by
wrong wheat crop.

He was brilliant, wasn't he? What an
actor. He had you hook, lay line and

sinker. He played that drunken, boring
idiot part to a tee just so you wouldn't

see him baiting the hook.

I told you, Kate, you misjudged that
man. He's a laugh, all right. He

had me fooled.

Well, how about a little date with him?

Yeah, one date won't do any harm.

Can I use your phone?

Kate, I really think... No, no, no, come
along, Yvonne. I think we should let

Kate sort out her own love life, don't
you?

After all, you wouldn't want this story
repeated to, say, everyone we know,

would you?

Who would have thought an ordinary
commoner garden little bloke like me

get to shop in Harrods?

It's only a shop.

Are you sure we're allowed in here?

It's only a shop.

Thank you so much, Your Ladyship. We're
delighted to have been of service to

you.

I'm not comfortable.

Even a sales staff found that royalty.

Yeah, did you see when we come through
that food hall?

They had coconuts.

I'm torn now. My Marjorie's got a soft
spot for a coconut. I don't know whether

to get her one of them instead of a
handbag.

Oh, a handbag, I think, Marjorie. Looks
less conspicuous with evening wear.

Oh, what the hell.

Go on, get a boat. Oh, no, I can't take
any more. Look, it's a thank you for

doing the nursery. You did a great job.

Thanks.

A handbag and a coconut.

Oh, it's going to be a birth date to
remember this one.

I'll meet you back here, then, shall I?

OK, fine.

on then. Have a look round.

Are you sure that's all right?

I know.

It's only a shop.

These are lovely, aren't they?

Very cute.

Oh, look at those cots.

Bleeding. Hell, you could buy a car for
that.

No wonder.

Is Madam quite sure she has sufficient
wherewithal for this particular item?

Beg pardon?

It's very expensive.

May I suggest that Madam will be more at
home with the seconds in our remainders

department?

I want to go.

Oh, I don't think there are any on this
floor.

No, I want to go home.

Why?

I don't belong here.

Who's upset you?

All right, just wait here.

Excuse me, Garth, can I have a word in
your shell -like?

You see, me and the travelling strife,
we've come up west on the chariot, get a

few bits and pieces for our new
saltpainly, right?

But if you continue to give my ball and
chain grief, we're going to have to get

on our plates of meat and take our
business up the frog and toad.

Well, no skin off my wotsit.

Current bums out, it's a lovely guy for
a bowl of choke.

I'm afraid I don't quite follow you.

Then let me use a language I'm sure you
will understand.

I am prepared to spend a thin amount of
it, but only if my good lady is fawned

over, grobbled at and generally made to
feel like the lady she is.

Petrol coupons.

Am I making myself clear now?

Perfectly, sir.

Madam, allow me to apologise for the
earlier misunderstanding.

Please be assured I am at your disposal
just as long as you need me.

Now, if madam will be so kind as to tell
me what she's looking for, I will have

the items brought over immediately for
your perusal.

Eat your heart out, Richard Gere.

Nice touch.

Meat and sugar coupons.

This'll all have to stop when Mr Al
-Fahad takes over, you know.

You see my dinner jacket?

Are you going somewhere special?

Yeah, 21st birthday party. Whose?

Winston Churchill's.

How long are you going to keep this up?

Ooh, ages, I think.

No, really, where are you going today?

I've got a collector's fair in
Meigsborough.

Or maybe not.

Well, if you're staying overnight, give
me a ring. Yeah, of course I will.

If I can find a phone box in the
blackout.

You know, I'd get a mobile, but they
weren't around in the 40s, and half a

century's a long time to wait for a
dialing tone, isn't it?

Why don't you get a mobile?

Huh?

I could bring you whenever I wanted,
then.

I don't like them.

No, they reckon they give up radiation.
You know, it's very bad for your head.

Bish. I've seen the research.

Where?

In newspapers.

Look, why are we having this
conversation?

Well, you started it.

Anyway, I haven't got time. I've got to
go.

All right.

Bye. Bye.

See what happens when you start getting
cocky?

Good night, sweetheart Sleep will banish
sorrow

Good night, sweetheart Till we meet

tomorrow