All language subtitles for Bless This House s05e10 And Afterwards At.eng

Oh, no.

Not cornflakes again, Mummy.

I'm afraid so, dear.

Your father's still collecting those
little plastic figures of the royal

But we've got hundreds already.

The way they keep getting married and
having children, we could be eating

cornflakes into the next century.

I only need a little smoldering and one
little corgi and I've got the whole

house of Windsor.

Good morning, darling.

Is it?

Something wrong, Daddy? Yes.

I want to know how it is that five
mornings in the week I can get into the

bathroom unimpeded. Come Saturday
morning, they all bloom a lot of Europe

there. Well, Saturday's a holiday, isn't
it, Dad?

Every day's a holiday for you.

No, it isn't. I wake up most mornings
feeling exhausted, just thinking about

work.

Oh, Dad,

who is it? Who is it?

I don't know. I bet he's Edel.

It's only Mark Phillips.

Oh, not him, is it?

Last time I had his spurs in my gum for
three days.

It's a postman. I'll get it.

Finished reading the pictures, have you?

Yes, thank you.

Tell you what.

Have you seen that?

Oh, God, no.

That's disgusting, isn't it?

If it's disgusting for your son, it's
disgusting for you.

One for mummy.

Oh, thank you, darling.

One for me.

Aren't you going to open it?

No, I recognise the handwriting.

S -W -A -L -K.

Who's Swalk?

You know, Swalk, sealed with a loving
kiss.

Yes, all right.

So who's Swalk in you?

Just another boyfriend.

And I've gone off him anyway.

Have I met him?

He was... was the one in the sleeping
bag you threw out of the front garden

other night.

Oh, him?

If you'd just given him a chance to
explain, Daddy.

Sid, you'll never guess.

I didn't have to.

Took one look at that gold earring,
picked him up and slung him out.

What did you get from Cousin Peggy?

What's she want?

She says, next Saturday, my daughter is
going to tie the knot.

If it's round Cousin Peggy's neck, I'll
be the first to cheer.

Now, that's not kind, Sid.

I know that Peggy has her unfortunate
side, but... Side?

In her case, it goes all the way round.

Anyway, she's getting married.

To Peggy?

No, Emma, her daughter.

Sure. Must look on the bright side.

Bound to be a boozer.

That's what I like about you, Sid.

That sweet, sentimental side of your
character.

Thank you.

Pregnancy, it's a boozer.

Prisonings, it's a boozer.

Funerals, it's a boozer.

If you mean spending an afternoon with
your cousin Peggy, he's definitely a

boozer.

You got on very well with her husband.
They came to our wedding.

Oh, yeah.

The riot of the reception, he was.

Two glasses of sparkly wine and he sat
there playing patience.

Well, Peggy doesn't find it easy now
that Arthur's gone.

Gone?

He didn't go. He gave himself up.

He's sitting around in some cloud up
there laughing his head off.

Two minutes silence for Alastair.

Right. Now, where do we have to report
for the reception?

Well, it shouldn't be far, dear. I'm
sure you'll let us know.

Me?

Yes, Figgy would like you to make all
the arrangements for it.

Me? Well, as a sort of stand -in for
poor departed Arthur.

Don't tell me.

You're going to have me togged up in the
come -dancing gear again, aren't you?

Yes. No.

Yes. No.

Never.

There is no bloody chance in the world
that I'm going to get into that top hat

and tails again.

Peggy also sent a cheque for £150 to
cover all the expenses.

I wonder if that cost you my place to
still get my measurements.

It'll be fun, Daddy.

Yeah, with my little trip down to
Eastbourne.

Oh, no, Sid.

She wants Emma to be married in the
church she was christened in. St

round the corner.

She's not staying here.

Only for one night.

No. I am not sleeping under the same
roof as Godzilla.

All right, then, darling. I'll have back
the check for the booze -up money.

Well, I don't want to be unreasonable.

I'd better go and get some dress
material.

Got any money, Daddy? Yes, plenty.

It's all in your mother's handbag.

My handbag's upstairs, dear. Use your
own money. I'll give you some of your

father's later.

I'll walk with you. I'd better phone
Peggy to make the arrangement.

But you make your telephone call first.

What call?

to cancel the fishing.

Now, just a minute, darling. Now, Sid,
with the wedding arrangements to do,

you'll really have no time to go
fishing.

What?

I've got the corgi. Oh, Sid!

It's no good. I bit his bloody head off
as well.

I mean, it's dead funny, isn't it?

Every Saturday we go fishing, then all
of a sudden, out of the blue, this

wedding crops up.

Well, he didn't say, did he?

Yeah, maybe it's young Sally.

He must be joking.

What is it?

Hello, Scythe.

Hello. Here, Rose.

Large scotch for Scythe. You paying?

Yes. You feeling all right?

Well, I thought you might need it with
all this wedding caper. Yeah, well, I

a bit saddened.

Yeah, you can say that again. How's
Sally?

Oh, she's fine. She's gone out to get
her dress for the wedding.

Oh.

What's she like, then? Who?

Oh, the lucky fella.

I don't know. I haven't met him.

You haven't met him? No.

Oh, well, as long as Sally likes it.

She hasn't met him either.

Well, she must have, don't she?

No, no, she hasn't. Anyway, it doesn't
matter, does it? All I want to do is

the bride away and then enjoy myself.

Look, hang about.

I mean, you've got to consider the
future, haven't you? I mean, I might not

it. I might, though.

Who, Emma or Emma?

Who's Emma?

Peggy's daughter.

Who's Peggy?

Jane has a cousin called Peggy who has a
daughter called Emma who's marrying a

fella called Alistair.

Why didn't you say so in the first
place, then?

Is the big room free upstairs next week?
Yes, love, yes.

Yes? Well, I'll book it through from
midday to midnight.

You're invited. Oh, lovely.

So are you. Ah.

Now, Alistair has to spend the night
somewhere before the wedding, so I've

promised Jean that he'll stay with you.

Me? Yes.

Drink up and tell Betty.

Tell Betty?

You know who Betty is?

Yes, she's my missus. Serves you bloody
right. Go and tell her.

It's lovely having you with us, Emma.
Oh, thank you.

And you, Auntie Peggy. Oh, thank you,
dear.

There we are.

Oh, a lovely cup of tea.

Now, I've worked it all out.

You and Emma will go into our room.

I'll go in with Sally.

And Sid can sleep here on the sofa.

Oh, lovely, dear. Lovely.

Are you feeling nervous, Emma? A bit.

Still, this takes my mind off it. What
presents have you got so far?

Electric blanket, cookery book, and a...

That just about sums up marriage.

Finished at last.

Shall we go upstairs and try our dresses
on? Oh, right. I think my henry's

faltering.

From the little I've seen of him,
Alistair seems a very nice boy. Oh, he

dear, he is. Maybe a little reserved.

No, you can't flare the flaming
trousers.

Twenty quid deposit on those two suits.

Take them inside. Go on.

Peggy. Hello, Sid.

Mum, do I have to wear these tails?

Yes, Mike, you do.

Why? It's only Peggy's daughter's
wedding. Stop arguing.

If I'm going to look an idiot, so are
you.

Everything all right, Peggy?

Oh, can't complain, you know, Sid.

Mark, I do miss my poor dear Arthur.

And of course, I'm losing Emma.

Yes, it must be very quiet not to have
anybody to scream at.

Now,

Sid, Is Emma's reception finalised?

Not quite.

I have to admit it's been a long, hard,
shocking struggle this week.

Dragging myself down to the pub. I could
have been sitting here watching the

telly. Well, if it's too much trouble
for you, Sid, I will go down and see the

person in charge myself.

No, no, no. Just leave it all to me. Let
the whole thing come as a big surprise.

But I don't like big surprises, Sid.

I seem to remember there were quite a
few at your wedding.

Yeah, well, I had nothing to do with
those, did I?

Oh, no, nothing.

I seem to remember that he started the
dancing off.

A little early.

We were still in church.

But he did cut the service short, didn't
he?

Oh, blimey, wasn't that funny?

Where we all congered out of the church
down to the reception.

Where your best friend, the head waiter,
was supposed to look after us

personally. Well, he did.

He handed us each a tray.

And told us to queue up with the rest of
them.

Well, I'd better be getting down to the
pub.

Trevor and Alistair are waiting for me.
And I've got to keep an eye on the

bridegroom.

And who's going to keep his eye on you?

Cindy?

Hello, Rosie. Hello, lad. Put mine on
the slate.

OK, sir.

Well, son, getting stuck into your last
night of freedom?

Pardon, Mr. Rabbit?

Alistair does not drink, sir.

He doesn't what?

I don't drink.

Now, son, you've got to pull yourself
together. We've got a tradition down

What? What's the tradition, Mr. Rabbit?

Well, the night before the wedding, the
bridegroom has to go out and get

smashed.

Not only that, he puts his hand in his
pocket, takes out his purse...

and buys his future relations and
friends... And the people he's staying

Yes.

Lots and lots of drinks.

Now, it's very unlucky for the Marys if
you break that tradition.

So get your purse out.

Oh, well, if that's a tradition, Mr.
Abbott. It is, son, it is. A large

please, for Al. Right.

Emma's mother told me to be very
careful.

I've got all my honeymoon money on me.

Sure have I.

Thank you, Rosie. Hey!

Here, darling, keep the change.

Oh, thanks.

Well, here's to married life. Good help,
yeah.

Same again, Moses.

Here. You'll be all right tomorrow
night, then.

Eh? You know, put a bit of you -know
-what.

What's you -know -what?

You know, how's your father?

He's been dead for 20 years.

I mean about you and Emma being
compatible.

Compatible? Yes, you know, look, you
don't have to be shy. You're among

And what's more, it's your round again.

Look, I really ought to go, Mr Abbott.

I've arranged to meet some friends for
coffee.

Oh, all right. And Emma's mother did
tell me to be in by 11. Oh, Trevor, you

won't hear me when I creep up the
stairs.

If it's 11, it's locked. I won't even be
there when you creep up the stairs.

See you... See you both in the morning.
Yes, all right.

Be a good boy.

He is shy, isn't he?

I bet he even turns the other way when
he has a bath.

Wind him up, Rosie.

Oh, cheers, eh?

Shh.

Thank you.

Why is the Mark sleeping on the sofa?

Because he's asleep.

Is he?

Get up!

Get up!

Sid! Will you be quiet? Shut up.

Mark,

will you open this door?

I can't. I'm asleep.

He's asleep.

Our little boy's asleep.

Accident comes later.

Oh, my head's throbbing.

Where the hell have you been?

Well, I went out, Mr Abbott, and I met
some new friends, and I bought them all

drink, just like you said.

Oh, good.

We went down to the Golden Garter Club.

The Golden Garter?

Mm.

And do you know what I saw?

I do.

My first stripper.

Lady...

Have you seen her?

Yes, in 1948.

Her speciality was two saucepan lids and
a soup spoon.

And when I was there, I met these really
nice people that gave me a lift home.

They had flowers painted all over their
car.

Talking about love and peace and
freedom, man.

They kept calling one another man. Yes,
man, I know, man.

And they said... that the most important
thing in life is sharing.

So, you shared all the money you had
with them?

Yes. And they wanted to come in here and
freak out.

Did they?

Well, as far as I'm concerned, they can
freak off.

Mr Abbott, do you know that none of them
were married?

And they're all very happy.

You know what?

You've changed your mind, haven't you?

Yes. Well, you can't change your mind.

Peggy, you murdered both of us.

But, I mean, I don't think I'll be very
happy. Yes, you will bloody be happy.

You'll force yourself to be happy. Come
on. But, but, Mr. Lyle, I mean, I

haven't got any money. I mean, what will
I do about the honeymoon?

I mean, it was supposed to be after
Pride.

It will be. There won't be one. Come on.

But where will we go?

You don't have to worry. Somebody's
bound to have a spare bed, and that's

you need for a honeymoon. Come on.

Oh. Get in there and go and have a kip.
Go on.

Oh. And be quiet, please.

Just get over the fence.

And mind the gas bench.

Oh, the butterflies have really got to
me, Auntie Jean.

Oh, there's nothing to worry about,
dear. I wish Mummy wasn't so upset.

My mother was just the same. She cried
all day.

But you were marrying Sid.

That's why she cried.

get its son to take the wrong hat.

Stuff it with newspapers, darling.

Good idea, isn't it?

So when I take my hat off to the vicar,
the racing results fall over me.

The cows are here, Mummy.

There you are, darling.

Thank you.

Now don't be late.

See you in church.

Get out.

Oh, I feel awful, Uncle Sid.

Oh, you don't have to worry about it. I
fixed a lovely reception for you. Oh.

I'm sure you have.

But it's not the reception I'm worried
about.

No? It's after the reception.

Ah.

Yes, well, there's nothing to it,
really. You know, I mean, see,

on the one hand, you've got the birds,
and on the other hand, you've got the

bees.

And what the hell they've got in common,
I'll never know.

Oh, poor Alistair. He's still a bit
naive.

Paraffin salesmen aren't all that
worldly wise.

No, but they're very handy to be with
during a fuel crisis.

Now, you won't go making any jokes about
him during the speech, will you? No, of

course I won't. You promise?

Promise. Here, I'll read it to you.

This is good, listen to this.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
Chairman.

Pray charge your glasses, champagne for
immediate family, beer for the others.

I like that, I think I'll keep that in.

The bride and groom, I think.

And I know, I know I speak for everyone
here when I say it's obvious they had to

get married. What?

Oh, no, no. They had to get married
because they were so perfectly matched.

Like Romeo and Juliet, Napoleon and, uh,

oh... Josephine.

Yeah, I knew that. I knew that.

Uh, not tonight, Joseph. No, I better
not say that. No.

Uh, maybe I can work in another. Pray
charge your glasses.

Eh? That's it. Here we go.

Ready?

cup of tea? Oh, no, thank you, Mummy.

What? Anything.

Anything.

There, darling.

For you.

You can put those straight back into
Trevor's garden.

You know, Dad, you were right.

You did look an idiot.

Oh, yes.

Never mind.

We'll stick it in a box upside down.

It'll be right to it when we visit the
Royal Garden Party.

Daddy, in the last wall, I think you and
Trevor were the prettiest couple on the

floor.

Thank you.

I'll tell you what, Dad.

You gave a super reception.

You did us proud. Thank you.

Here.

Here we are.

Oh, that's nice, isn't it? Alone at
last.

Alone at last.

You know something?

All this talk about honeymoon's got me
going.

It's all that scotch that's got you
going.

Do you remember when we were courting,
and we sat on the couch in the dark

listening to my little Willie Flutter?

No, I don't remember that.

Yeah, of course you do. The little
Willie Flutter, the fellow with the

organ. Do you remember?

On the 78th. He was a bit scratched, I
know.

Good night, Mr. Abbott, Mrs. Abbott.
Thank you very much. You're welcome.

Well, here we are, alone.

Man in the world. What the hell's he
doing here?

Well, you let him go out and told him to
give away all his money.

Now he's got nowhere to go on his
honeymoon, so I've given him our room.

Our room?

No.

How is that? We might sort of kick off
on a second honeymoon.

Well, like the first, darling, it's
going to have to wait.

Why?

You mean I've got to spend another night
on this?

Not one night, dear.

Fourteen.

Fourteen?

They're staying for a fortnight.

Oh, God.

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