All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s05e03_when_two_worlds_collide

Good night, sweet heart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweet heart.

I'll be watching over you.

Tears and crying may make us alone.

But with the coming,

a new day is born.

Sorry, sir, can you hear that? There's a
moron on the line talking gibberish.

Yes, Mortimer, I do mean you.

How long have you been working for
Nature Boy Cosmetics?

Six months.

And you still haven't learnt that I run
a can -do company?

Go do Mortimer.

Oh, that was so sexy.

You find a woman being abusive on the
phone sexy.

Some men pay a lot of money for it.

You should see Ron's quarterly bill.

So you don't mind having a successful
wife, then?

No. I love seeing you so independent,
self -reliant and motivated.

I really enjoy it when you're on top.

You've stopped talking about work now,
haven't you?

I'm sorry it took me so long to get used
to the idea of you being the next

Richard Branson, but just promise me you
won't grow one of those silly little

beards.

You know, like your mother's.

me the last couple of days. I've loved
being with you two.

Well, stick around, then. We'll do lunch
with some legal people at the Savoy

Grill, and then tonight I'm closing a
deal over dinner at the Ivy.

Well, I'd love to, but I really ought to
spend some time here.

Oh, why?

Well, there's people who are relying on
me being around, you know, but I'll

certainly make it for dinner tonight.

I've brought you a little present.

It's a palm -top computer in a
customised antique silver case.

Oh. Wow.

Well, this must have cost you a fortune.

I think you're worth it.

Thank you.

All we need now is soft light and some
music.

Hmm, well done.

Gary!

Sorry, sorry, I forgot. It's my Sound of
the Blitz tape. I got it in to give the

place a matmos.

New Prodigy album.

It's mood music.

Hardly up there with whale song, is it?

Successful trip?

Very. Do I detect romance blossoming in
your lives?

Two. Two?

Due to judicious investment, I have
procured myself a date.

You bought a tart.

Do I look desperate?

I joined a dating agency.

Yeah, I'd call that desperate.

Look, to use football parlance, I
haven't been in the opposition's hearth

over a year.

Let alone got anywhere near the box.

So, like Kevin Keegan, I've reached for
the checkbook. Yeah, and look what

paying for it did for him. He caught
Fulham.

Yeah, well, I'll take precautions.

So, have you got any handy hints for me?
You're my best friend. Only friend.

Only friends?

So you can't be brutal.

Well, knowing you as I do, Ron, I'd say
your best bet is to spend much and say

little. I pass a cash point on the way.

I've got to go. Take care, love. Oh, you
too.

Oh, your skin feels very dry.

Try this.

It's Nature Boy's new moisturiser for
men.

Tea tree and jojoba.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Bye. Bye.

You're going to use that?

Well, you reckon it's too girly?

I use peach nut facial scrub.

You don't.

I'm back on the market.

Apparently, women put a lot of store in
personal grooming.

Have you noticed any difference?

Well, yeah.

Now you mention it. I think it's really
opened up my pores.

Nobody hears about this conversation,
right? No.

I gave up the Savoy Grill for this.

I've just had a quick look at the books.
This place is doing really well.

Yeah, well, it's Tuesday afternoon.

We're always quiet Tuesday afternoon.

Here, can you go through these for me?

Um... I'm sorry, am I keeping you?

Well, I told you I've got to be back for
seven. It's work.

Well, I at least can have time to go and
see little Michael.

Remember? Two foot high, calls you Dada.

Um, I don't think I'll make it to the
West End and back in time.

Well... Thanks for all your support.

Well, I wish you could be a bit more
independent, you know, self -reliant.

I beg your pardon?

I'm single -handedly managing this pub,
keeping up a West End flat and bringing

up your son.

And cooking and cleaning and keeping
house for you. On the odd occasion,

there to appreciate it. Phoebe, I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Well,

everybody, everything's under control.

Just keep calm.

There's no need to fret.

No one is, Red. Well, you're blooming
with order, B. Come on out. There's a...

What's the name?

In the... Duda.

Reg, I've never run from a waster name
before. I don't intend to start now.

Look, just take a deep breath and see if
you can lapse into English.

Everybody's got to evacuate to the
school hall.

They found an unexploded bomb in
Duckie's passage.

Ah, you see, all he had to do was re...
What?

He won't be able to see anything that
closes the street off.

Cool.

Excitable, isn't he?

Reg, I've asked you before not to bandy
my name about willy -nilly whilst I'm on

duty at Constable Deadman. Anything else
undermines the deep respect I've built

up in the local community.

I recognise you, Ronnie.

Or is it Reggie?

I should be having words with your
mother.

What have you been round here for, Gary?

Come down to school. There's a piano.
You can play everyone one of your songs.

Uh, no. I think I'd be of more help
here.

Know a bit about bomb disposal, do you?

You going to give the chaps a bit of a
hand?

No. No, um, too many cooks and all that.

Many hands make light work.

Shut up, Reg.

Sorry, Constable Devlin.

I would be grateful, though, if you
could just nip down and see how they're

getting on.

Don't like interrupting sappers.

Oh, please.

I just want to know how long they think
they're going to be.

Why are you so concerned?

We're so special about Duckett's
passage.

Sorry. Can't say.

I hate having husband in a secret
service.

Too many secrets.

Rex.

Not again, Margie.

We'll think that'll be OK.

Are you joking? That passage is
completely blocked.

I was talking about the bump on Reggie's
head.

Oh, yeah, right.

Mind, you've got to take your hat off to
those sappers.

Yeah, yeah, they certainly know when to
take a tea break.

He looks a bit vacant.

Oh, do you think so?

No, that's good. That's his normal look.

How do you feel, Reg?

Very queer.

It's like a light's gone on in me head.

Well, we always knew there was a light
on, Reg. We just didn't think there was

anyone at home.

Don't be facetious, Gary.

There was a big word for me.

Tommy Arbor.

Oh, no.

He's concussed. No.

No, I've just worked out who's running
the dodgy petrol coupon ring.

Suddenly it's all as clear as day.

Could a... Could a bang on the head make
him?

You know, bright.

That bigger miracle will make this place
more popular than Lourdes.

Well, look, Reg, seeing as you're OK, do
you think you'd just nip outside and

see how long it's going to be before
they clear Duckett's Passage?

He's not going out there.

Why? You think the bomb's going to go
off again? Go on.

Is that a nasty shock? He needs rest.

What's the panic?

I told you, I've got to get to work.

So go down Columbia Road or use the
tram.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Single to 1998, please.

What? Well, nothing. Ignore me. I've got
to go.

Oh, look, don't try and get up west.
There's a raid due here tonight, but you

should be safe in the cellar. But
Michael needs... Well, Michael's being

after, isn't he? He'll be fine.

When will you be back?

Tomorrow.

Maybe sooner.

There's something fishy going on there.

How do you know?

Trust me on now.

Please let me get back.

I don't want to be stuck here for the
duration.

I must have woke up.

I get to that restaurant where I'm going
to have the biggest double brandy.

Harry?

What's up with you?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Where am I?

One minute I'm scrambling over rubber,
ripping me nylons to shreds, and the

I was in that yard with those gates.

This can't be happening.

Eh?

My God, you're real. Look, that's
unreal.

What is the matter?

No, no, no, wait a minute.

This must be because of the bomb.

You're shell -shocked.

Oh, yeah, I have no idea.

I don't understand this. I've never seen
those gates out there before.

What is this place?

Um, well, like I say, it's the bomb. You
know, buildings being blown up.

walls coming down, and naturally you're
going to see things you haven't seen

before, like my secret headquarters.

This is your secret headquarters?

It looks like a shop.

It's clever, isn't it?

Look, you have no idea how much you
shouldn't be here. You've got to go

Oh, no, wait, wait, wait, wait. Oh,

Gary, is this really necessary?

Oh, definitely.

Why didn't you tell me your secret
headquarters were in Duckett's Passage?

because, um... Well, because then it
wouldn't have been secret, would it?

on.

When this war's over, we're not going to
have any more secrets.

No, no, I promise.

Oh, mind the wheelie bin.

What's the wheelie bin?

It's a sort of dustbin on wheels.

Why have you got your dustbin on wheels?

I'm a spy. I need to be mobile.

I'm putting you in position, and I want
you to walk straight forward, OK?

I think I can manage that. OK.

Ow!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You must have drifted off course. Try
again.

Ready?

And... Ow!

Do it to me!

Oh, my God.

I'm going to have a bump on the head.

No!

Nothing, nothing. Come on, I'll get you
back in the shop.

HQ. What on earth is that?

Well, just someone playing some music.

What sort of music is it?

Vera Lynn.

That has never been released.

Look, she's changed labels, all right?

Ow! Ow!

Can't I take this blindfold off?

Yes, yes.

Sorry.

Oh,

that's better.

What's going on out there?

Um, the... Security gates. They're on a
time lock. We'll have to wait for them

to open.

How long will that be?

I wish I knew.

What's a Game Boy?

No, no, no, you can't see that.

Why is your tea in little bags?

Rushing.

The Sunday Sports.

Ah! No, no, no, no, no, no.

I just buy that for the articles, you
know.

There's a lot of stuff in here you
really mustn't see, and I'm going to

clear it all out, so you are going to
have to sit in the toilet.

Oh, Gary.

Look, do you want to jeopardise national
security?

Of course not. Then get in that toilet.

By rights, I should shoot you.

Hope it doesn't come to that.

Now, if you're post -war, you get in
this box.

No,

no.

No,

no, you'll break it.

Moisturiser, moisturiser.

I don't fancy having to explain jojoba
to somebody who thinks coal tar soap's a

bit upmarket.

A watch calendar.

That's three years out of date. I don't
know why I keep it.

Oh, yes, I do.

You OK?

It's okay.

It's okay. You can come out now.

Why do we have to wait for the time
lock?

Why can't we just go out through the
front door?

Uh, will you remember that air raid I
told you about?

Do you just start any minute now?

See? Told you.

So, we couldn't have just climbed over
the gates then?

More than my drops must.

I hope Michael's OK.

I'm sure he's fine.

I should be with him.

Are you sure we're going to be all
right? I don't like these Morrison

Trust me, as air raids go, this will be
one of the safer.

I'm hungry.

I suppose you've got anything to eat.

Oh, actually, I might have some mint.

What's that?

No, that... It's just an old...

Cigarette pit.

Spider.

I know how much you hate them.

Oh, is it supposed to rustle?

Well, like I said, it's old.

Oh, God. What's that?

Answering machine.

You've got a machine to answer your
telephone?

That's your voice.

Oh, it's my phone.

Oh, my God.

Just stay there.

Hi, Ron. Hi, hi.

Yeah, sorry I couldn't make it to the
restaurant. I got held up.

Yeah, yeah, the tape is a bit loud,
isn't it?

Oh, oh, good. Great. Well, I'm glad it
went well.

Yeah, well, I wish I was with you too.

No, no, no, no, no. You can't come here.

Why?

Because I'm coming home to you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I can't wait either.

Well, I'll see you in about an hour
then. All right.

Bye. Bye -bye.

Why did I say that?

No, Gary.

I'm waiting for my date. I don't care
what sort of crisis you're having.

will... What?

So Phoebe's where?

I'm on my way.

Who is this Yvonne again?

Yvonne Gilligan.

She's our number one. You know, the big
boss.

If she calls, I have to go running.

Even in an air raid?

Well, man's got to do, you know.

But you'll be fine with Ron. He'll look
after you.

Not to worry.

That's the all clear.

There's another side.

I mean, there's another wave coming.
That's a mistake.

Plumineck. Some trigger -happy ARP
warden, I expect.

Well, you could use the lull to nip to
the toilet, if you like.

Yeah, I think I will. Back in a tick.
OK.

How much longer can I keep this up?

Oh, I'm glad to see you.

Look, I'm sorry I spoiled your date.

Don't worry about it. She's probably a
dog anyway.

So where's Phoebe?

She's in the loo.

But look, there's a few things you need
to know before she comes out. She thinks

there's an air raid going on, but there
isn't. It's just my blitz tape, which I

turn over before I leave. Gotcha. Right,
now I'll be back as soon as I can. But

all you have to do is keep Phoebe here
until I've sorted Yvonne out. Right.

So how come she's here? Why can't she go
back? What?

A bomb went off in Duckett's passage.
Maybe it's disturbed the fabric of the

space -time continuum. Do you think?

No, I don't know. I'm guessing.

Who am I, Stephen Hawking?

It might be a celestial bank holiday for
all I know. All time portals are closed

for the day.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
under stress.

What if it never reopens?

Shut up.

Right, just shut up.

Is your little boy here too? No, he's at
home. No coward's looking after him. Of

course he is.

All right, all right, here she comes,
here she comes.

Hold on, who am I? What?

Oh, you work in the Secret Service with
me.

Oh, except she's met your grandfather,
Albert, when Phoebe and I went to

Liverpool, remember? So to stop her
making any family connections, you have

change your surname.

What about Bond?

You're not going to go over the top with
this, are you? What?

Hello? Oh, Phoebe, this is my colleague,
Ron Bond.

It's Commander Bond, actually.

P .S .C. and Bob.

of them actually meeting you.

It's such an unexpected not to say you
need... Yeah, well, let's not overdo it,

eh, Ron?

Well, I really ought to go. I've just
got to do that thing.

Oh, after you, ma 'am.

So, Phoebe, do you want to hear how I
saved the world?

Well, congratulations on closing the
deal.

You seem a bit hyper.

No, no, no, fine. Just been rushing
around, you know.

Well, you're home now.

Yeah.

Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

What?

Yeah, thought so. I left my wallet in
the shop. I'm going to need that first

thing in the morning. I'll have to go
back and get it. Oh, Gary.

Yeah, I know, but it's really important.
I need it. You know, I won't be very

long. You know I'd rather be with you.

It's all right. I'll come with you.

No.

No, I mean, there's no need.

I want to.

That's silly.

Gary, there's absolutely no reason why I
shouldn't come with you.

No, there isn't, is there?

Oh, my God. Gary, what is going on in
the shop?

Well,

this is why I didn't want you to come.

You're not going to believe this, but
it's Ron and his date.

Turns out she's got a fetish about the
war.

And he's a mate, so when he asked if
they could have a rummage through my

I felt obliged to say yes.

Can you tell from his shadow if he's
naked?

Oh, Gary, please don't put those
pictures inside my head.

You're too good to him, you know.

I know. Fool to myself.

Mind you, logic dictates. Any girl who'd
go out with Wheatcroft has to be weird.

Well, exactly.

Look, I think you'd better stay in the
car. It's not going to be a pretty

So that left just me and Oddjob, the
vicious oriental henchman of Doctor No.

Hold on. I tell a lie, it was
Goldfinger.

One mission does tend to blare into
another after a while.

Oh, charming.

We have a problem.

It's all right, she's asleep.

A bigger problem.

Than all this?

Mm -hm. If Om's outside in the car.

That is a bigger problem.

We can't let them meet. It'll be like
matter meeting antimatter. Shh.

If they meet, it'll be my life that
doesn't matter.

But it's all right if one thinks that
Phoebe is your date who turned out to

a fetish about the war and you're in
here playing kinky games.

How did you convince her I'd go out with
a weirdo like that?

Wasn't easy.

Look, I've got to go and check if the
time portal's open.

please let it be open.

If it is, I promise I'll be good and
honest from now on.

Well, apart from the bigamy thing, I'm
sort of stuck with that.

Phoebe? Sorry, I'm still closed off.

Is that the all clear?

Yeah, yeah, and the time lock on the
security gate's open, so we can go home.

About time.

Stu, I'm going to have lots to tell
little Michael when I get back. No, no,

mustn't tell anyone about this place,
and you must never try and come here

again. Not that it'll be here, because
now security's been breached, we'll have

to move, right, Ron? Oh, absolutely,
security war factor six.

Yeah, oh...

Security walk back to seven, probably.

All right, Gary. Keep your hair on.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's
important.

Come on, then. Let's go home, eh?

Oh, it's chilly out now.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Yvonne.

Phoebe.

You're Gary's number one, aren't you?

I sincerely hope so.

What's with your coat?

Very unusual.

I got it in America.

Bloomingdale's. Blooming where?

It's a shop.

Fancy. Not really.

Pardon? Sorry.

Fascinating as this conversation is, I
really think we should be getting on.

OK, Commander.

Do you want me to put my blindfold back
on?

I think I'll go back to the car.

Nice meeting you.

Likewise.

TTFN.

Did that really just happen?

I think so, yeah.

You should probably be running along.

Yvonne seems very nice. You wouldn't get
on.

Hello. You too.

Cool, that bang on the head did me the
power of good.

While he was away, I did the Times
crossword, I solved two more crimes, and

used the word genre in a conversation.

Well, that's great, Reg. So, where you
been?

We, uh, we went for a walk, and then
when the raid started, we sheltered down

the tube.

Raid? What raid?

Well, you must have had a raid here
tonight.

Yeah. Of course we did.

I was just being provocative.

I can do that now I know what it means.

I always said it and I was right.

What? If he had brains, he'd be
dangerous.

Quick word to the wise. I wouldn't let
Harry have any more to drink tonight.

He's been seeing disembodied hands in
Duckett Passage.

Do you want a drink?

No, I'd better get back to HQ.

You won't try and follow me, will you?

Don't worry.

It's been nice, though, seeing a part of
your secret life.

Perhaps we could do it again sometime.

Finally made it, mate.

Good night, sweetheart Sleep will banish
sorrow

Good night, sweetheart