All language subtitles for goodnight_sweetheart_s06e10_accentuate_the_positive

Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching all you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day is born.

Papering over the cracks in my life.

I think you're going to need a bigger
brush.

What do you reckon to Hawaiian sunrise?

I don't know.

It's difficult to tell on top of
patterned wallpaper, isn't it? Fair

Well?

Why do I suddenly fancy a can of tango?

Are you here for a reason?

Yes, I'd like some rent.

What happened to the wad of white fibres
I got for you last week?

Modern rent.

Fibres with pictures of Elizabeth II on
them.

I've got a lot of expenses at the
moment.

Your wife's a millionaire.

I can't keep going to Yvonne for
handouts. I have my pride.

You let her buy you a Porsche?

Yeah, now I've got to find the money to
run it.

Don't expect sympathy from a man in a
paper suit.

Plus, I've got a VE night party to pay
for.

All that Tesco finger food's going to
put a nasty crimp in the gold jar.

So for you, Tommy, the fight is finally
over, yeah? Oh, yes.

It's been rough, it's been tough, but I
think I can say I've played my part.

And now peace has broken out. You won't
be able to confie without you're off on

a secret mission every five minutes.

Au contraire, mon brave.

There won't be a week goes past without
some convenient little conflict breaking

out somewhere.

First of all, I'll have to help finish
off the Japs. That takes us until

after which I'll organise the Berlin
airlift.

Then there's Korea.

the Mau Mau uprising in Kenya, communist
insurgency in Malaysia.

You know, even after all this time, I'm
still dumbfounded by your devious

resourcefulness.

To any other citizen, that is a litany
of international Catholicism.

To you, it's just a convenient way to go
on shagging two women.

God bless.

I think that's the best song you've ever
written.

Even better than Karma Chameleon? Well,
it's a toss -up, but the last waltz wins

because I understand the words.

Fancy a little nightcap before we hit
the road?

Hmm, I won't mind a small port.

Felix, no.

It's a small port.

Oh. I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to
intrude. That's all right.

Would you care for a Felix, though,
Kenneth?

Well, that's very decent of you, Mrs
Sparrow.

I was wondering if we should push all
the tables up against the wall.

Oh, I'm getting a bit old for that sort
of thing, Phoebe. I prefer a nice comfy

bed.

I mean so as we can fit more people in
on VE night. It's got to be soon.

You know, it's a strange thing, War, Mrs
Sparrow. You think it's all over?

It is now.

Not necessarily.

The Germans might...

suddenly rally like they did in the
Battle of the Bulge.

Mm, maybe.

But my money's on May the 8th.

Next week?

You sure?

You must have friends in high places.

Oh, absolutely.

Me and Lord Nelson, we're like that.

It'd be so wonderful to have you home
for good.

It's time we thought about a little
sister for Michael.

Yeah, well, hold on, Phoebe. I mean, the
war may be over in Europe soon, but

there's still Japan, not to mention
Korea.

Korea? Have you seen... I think you're
making a career out of this secret agent

life. You've got another thing coming.

Look, we'll talk about it later.

No, we will not talk about it later.

Done your bit. That's an end to it.

Mrs Sparrow's a lovely lady.

Voiced like a nightingale.

Maybe I should change my name.

Have I got news for you.

Word is, Mr Attlee's going to perform
the official reopening of our old boys'

club. Yeah.

I should push the fall of Berlin off the
front page.

Do you reckon?

No.

I'm ever so excited. Only Mr. Attlee
helped set up the club back before the

Great War. He personally taught me to
play ping -pong.

Really? It's going to be a do and
everything.

Do you think he'll remember me?

He probably keeps a picture of you by
his bedside, Reg.

You daft. Where would he have got a
picture of me from?

You get off home, Mrs. Farrow. We'll
finish up here, won't we, Reg? Yeah, of

course. You go off and get your beauty
sleep, Phoebe. Not that you need much.

You're not going to get much. Oh, Gavin.

You know, I'm a great admirer of Mr
Ackley myself.

I'd very much like the chance to shake
the great man's hand.

Do you think you'll be able to wangle
some tickets for this little party?

Oh, I should think so, with my police
connections.

And if you take your ping -pong bat with
you, perhaps Mr Ackley will give you a

knock -up.

What?

Ron, Gary was in Wigan last night,
wasn't he? If you say so.

Oh, no.

Or did he say Rippon? Did he?

Yvonne, I'm a bit tied up at the moment.
I've hired a stripper.

What?

It's only until midday, so I want to get
my money's worth.

Oh, you're disgusting.

It's a wallpaper stripper, Yvonne.

Oh. Is something wrong?

There's been a car crash near Wigan.
It's on the telly.

There's a Porsche just like Gary's,
squashed flat as a... I mean, what if

him?

Hi.

Whoa. Hey, it's a nice welcome. What's
up?

I thought you'd been killed.

Say again?

A silver Porsche was hit head -on by a
truck near Wigan.

Wigan? Well, you said you were going to
Wigan.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, well, I did, but
I'm fine.

The car's fine. Everything's fine.

Oh, it's such a shock. I thought I'd
lost you. Oh, don't be daft.

Well, I hope the trip was worth it.

A few Lancashire light fusilier cat
badges and a wartime tin of whale meat.

And a fancy sandwich, see?

Still had a nice walk round.

Went for a stroll on Wigan Pier.

You kidding?

No. Wigan Pier?

No. As immortalised by George Orwell.

Wigan doesn't have a pier. That was the
joke.

Well, there's a pier there now.

It's not much of a pier. More a sort of
jetty thing.

A jetty? Yeah, well, you know, jetty,
wharf, breakwater dock thing.

Which you went for a walk on.

A walk alongside of? Yeah, but what is
this, geography A -level?

Are you sure you've been in Wigan?

No, all right, I admit it, I haven't. I
was lying.

I went to Wigton.

Where I attended a Melvin Bragg
convention, only I was too embarrassed

it. All right.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going for a
shower. It gets very hot in that

Excuse me, can I have a lift?

You made a major cock -up there, Gary.

Oh, my God.

Hi.

You OK?

What is it?

Look, if this is about that... wig and
tear thing.

I saw you.

Where?

At the shop.

I saw you in the yard.

Materialised, just like Doctor Who's
phone box.

Then you ran into the shop, ran out
again and disappeared through the fence

again.

Well?

I don't know what to say.

What you've just said is impossible.

I know it's impossible, but it's what I
saw.

Yvonne, this is real life, OK? Not the X
-Files.

I can't walk into walls.

Look, I'll show you.

Look.

So, what is it? I'm going bonkers, is
that it? No.

Probably a bit stressed out, yes.

You know, what with selling the
business, becoming a peer, then joining

Babes.

No, it's a week in a health farm. That's
what you need.

Don't you want to know why I was
following you?

Not really.

I was following you because I found this
in your wallet.

Were you with her when you were in
Wigan?

Is that it?

Who is she, Gary?

I don't know who she is.

It's the only picture I've got of my
grandad, and I know it's not my grandma.

Well, I managed to get three whopping
brandies down her, so she's sleeping

a baby.

What about when she wakes up in the
morning?

Well, with any luck, she'll realise that
she can't have seen what she thought

she saw.

What she did see? Yeah, whatever.

I think she's stuffed me, Ron.

What am I going to do?

Gary, how many times have we been here?

Don't you think it's time you considered
the groundbreaking option of doing the

right thing by the people who love you?

Tell the truth.

Oh, yeah.

Like, Yvonne, the reason you saw me
vanish is that I travelled back to 1945,

where I have a wife, a son, and a
burgeoning reputation as a war hero.

Or I could try... Phoebe, you know the
reason I know so much about the war?

because I'm an illegal immigrant from
1999. Is that the sort of thing you

Think about it.

And then you push that button there and
he jumps up and kicks the alien in the

goonies. Goonies!

Did Michael just say what I thought he
just said?

No. Kick him in the goonies!

That's charming.

You can't say that in front of the baby
fitter.

How do I look?

Lovely. New dress?

Yeah.

New in 1938.

You OK?

Yeah.

Phoebe, I've got something to tell you.

Something really... Look, you're going
to think this is incredible, but... What

is it?

You've got to promise me that you won't
tell anyone else.

And you must promise me that this won't
change anything between us.

What is it?

Phoebe, I... Hitler's dead.

No.

We were up all night at HQ arguing about
when to break the story.

He's really dead.

He's really over.

Yeah. He did himself in the night before
last.

nasty Mr. Hitler's dead.

The war's going to be over and we'll
have Daddy back for good.

Mr. Atlee was much taller last time I
saw him.

When was that?

1911. And you were how old?

Nine.

Oh, yeah, right.

Silly me.

Greg, are you tipsy?

Tipsy? It'd take more than four double
gins to get me drunk.

Don't drink gin.

Oh, no.

It's what I told Kenneth. He said...
What did you say? I said it isn't every

that Adolf Hitler dies.

Right. Please welcome the Right
Honourable, clemently, your local MP.

It is a pleasure to be back here, in the
East End, among old friends

and comrades.

I have fond memories of my life here, in
the days before the Great War, although

times then were hard.

Indeed, I once wrote a poem about this
place that means so much to me.

I'll wager you're surprised.

Clement Attlee had a romantic streak.

Suffice to say, I was younger then.

I know this club will help produce the
strong young workers of tomorrow

to help us to construct a better
Britain.

Thank you.

Go on!

You won't mind!

Mr. Attlee. Mr. Attlee.

Reginald Dedman. Do you remember?

You taught me ping -pong.

March the 13th, 1911.

Mop a curly ginger air.

It'd make my day if you'd honour me with
a quick knock -up.

Please.

It will make a lovely picture, sir.

Oh, very well.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm just... Get a drink.

Well, Peter, he was always a master of
spin.

We thought Peter Mandelson started it.

Wait!

Gary!

Stop him, Reg! Why?

Oh, for heaven's sake!

He was fiddling with your pint.

Cyanide, sir.

Nothing to worry about.

Just someone who's had a little too much
to drink.

Gary.

Not me, Reg.

Sparrow. Gary Sparrow.

You probably saved my life.

Thank you.

My privilege, Mr. Atlee.

Not that I imagine I'll be much missed.

Oh, I beg to differ.

I think you'll be our next Prime
Minister.

The leader of a great reforming
government.

I doubt whether the electorate would be
so ungrateful as to turn Mr Churchill

out of office after all he's done.

Oh, you listen to my Gary, Mr Attlee.
He's very rarely wrong about these

I'm sorry I lied, Yvonne, but there is
another woman and I'm in love with her.

I love you too, of course I do, but
there's a little matter of my son.

Maybe it's just shifted. I mustn't
panic.

No, it went away once before, remember?

Just a question of waiting.

You all right, Sam?

No. Well, what is the... Go on, move
over.

What do you mean?

You've been in the pub.

Oh, I just had a couple of pints. What?

A couple for each year of the war.

While I was sitting on a dustbin.

I can't get back.

Well, of course you can't. It's a code.

It's a code to... to death and...

You've got to go down Duckett's Road
into Whitechapel Road. I mean I'm stuck

here forever.

And I don't belong here, Reg. I'm not
from here.

I have to come and go. I have another
life.

Responsibility. Yvonne!

Yvonne what?

It's because I saved Attlee.

That's why I was sent back here in 93.

And now I've fulfilled my destiny.

So the time portal is closed.

And I'm never going to see Yvonne or Ron
or Baywatch ever again.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Not for me. I want the truth. Where is
Gary?

I don't know.

That is the truth.

Liar. You must know. He always confides
in you.

He's been gone three days now and not a
peep out of him.

He has got another woman, hasn't he?

Who's that?

You're barging in here while I'm
unwinding with a life in the day of

Roberts. Get up.

Shower. Don't shave.

Ron, I've been doing the hip -hopping
class at the gym and I'm eager to...

practice on a large, flabby scout
victim.

Yvonne, I really think this is something
for you and Gary to... Ah!

Ron, I hope you find this message.

I'm stuck in the part.

The time portal's vanished.

Tell Yvonne I'm sorry.

Tell her everything.

Try to explain.

The lock's playing up.

Coming up.

Yeah, OK.

Yeah, I think it's definitely broken,
you know.

I'll just get my screwdriver.

Coming up.

And Gary's been doing this for the past
six years.

He tried to tell you right at the
beginning, but, well... So, the

good news is I'm not going mad. I did
see Gary vanish.

And the bad news is that all the
accepted laws of physics are crap.

Something like that.

Ron, you'll understand if I never want
to see you again as long as I live.

Yeah, right.

Absolutely.

We are the champions.

No time for losers.

Because we are the champions of the
world.

Come on, Kerry.

Give us another one.

Oh, I don't know, Roach. I'm a little
tired.

I know it's VE night, but I'm suffering
from a sense of anticlimax.

I thought I had that once. Just turned
out my underpants were too tight.

I bought some mini Kievs.

I think these are going to help, son.

They're to eat, Reg.

Oh, Lauren.

They're nice.

Where did you get them from?

I fast -forwarded to 1999 and popped
into Marks & Spencers.

No,

would you tell Phoebe I'm just popping
out for some fresh air?

It's V .E. night.

I know.

But in 1999, it's E .R. night.

Right.

Don't worry.

Silly phase I'm going through.

Gary.

You could be inches away and I'll never
see you again.

What are you doing here?

I missed him too.

Who says I missed him?

Anyway, I'm not talking to you.

Now I know.

You're talking to someone who isn't
there.

He might be.

He might be on the other side trying to
get back.

Yvonne, he can't.

Anyway, it's for your day.

He's probably up west.

An old coward and the gang.

Rolling out the barrel, knees at Mother
Brown and hokey -cokeying. Oh, and

that's supposed to make me feel better?

No.

But the point is, he's stuck there and
you're stuck here.

You're both going to just have to get on
with your lives.

I suppose so.

You know, I wish I could pass through
this time warp thing just once.

I know.

Give him such a slap.

Do you think he really did love me?

Still loves you.

More than her?

As much as her.

But you think she loves him as much as I
do? Please, Yvonne, I... Well?

You really do love Gary, don't you?

Well, try not to sound so surprised.

It's just...

You've been so busy lately.

Maybe he didn't realise.

Perhaps you're right.

Gary.

I love you.

I miss you and I want you back.

What am I doing here?

Not like Yvonne's going to be on the
other side of the fence.

Talking to a brick wall.

Not a bad metaphor for me, Yvonne.

Who are you talking to?

How did you get here?

Reg saw you catching a taxi.

I was worried.

Why are you here, of all places?

I don't know.

Something special about the East End.

Like Mr. Atlee said, this is the soul of
London.

I just love it here.

And this is where you and I first met?

No, it isn't.

We met down the Royal Oak.

Not down some smelly alley.

Yeah, well, there's a big knees up on at
the Oak. I wasn't in the mood.

Just thought I'd be on my own for a bit.

Well...

I don't want to be on my own anymore,
Gary.

I want us all to be together.

Like a proper family.

Me too.

Come here.

You're not going to go away anymore, are
you?

No.

This is where I belong now.

Anyway, where is that to go?

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.