All language subtitles for Bless This House s06e02 Beautiful Dreamer

Come on, my lovely.

Come on, my lovely. Come on, my beauty.
Come on. Come on.

Five to two.

That's ridiculous.

Sid, wake up.

Sid.

You pinched the bedclothes.

I did not. I bought them from the co
-op.

I mean, just now.

You keep bouncing about and kicking your
feet and talking in your sleep.

Talking in my sleep?

What's that?

It doesn't bear repeating.

Oh, that bad, was it?

Well, it sounded shocking to me.

Did it?

Well, in that case, I'll get back to it.
I don't want to miss anything.

What were you dreaming about?

Nothing, nothing.

You were saying, come on, my lovely,
come on, my beauty.

Was I?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

See?

What were you dreaming about?

My tomato plants.

Come on, my beauty, to a tomato plant.
Yes, it's a well -known fact.

You shout at them. Come on, my beauty.

Come on, my lovely. Courage them to
grow.

I don't believe you. You go down in the
morning, take a look at them, see the

difference.

I will.

Good night.

Just a minute.

You haven't got a tomato plant.

And it doesn't fit in with the other
things you were saying.

What other things?

You were saying, she's going to do it.

She's going to do it.

And now what?

She's done it.

Well, there you are then.

You can go back to sleep. It's all over.

Sid, that's not fair. I want to know
what it's all about.

And I... Sid?

You look tired this morning, Mummy. I'm
not

surprised. Your father kept me awake all
night.

He was coughing and turning and talking
in his sleep. It was terrible.

Well, if he keeps it up, perhaps you
ought to get single beds.

Oh, Sally, I wouldn't be able to hear
what he said then.

Morning.

Joe's pinned to Father's paper.

He'll be down in a minute.

All right, he won't notice. His eyesight
isn't too good in the morning. No, but

his ear holes are working all right.

You can go down, Sidney.

My paper.

Gil?

What's all the chat about?

Mummy was just complaining about you
talking in your sleep.

Was she?

Yes, and I heard you as well.

So? You were saying some very strange
things, Sid.

Yeah, next time, would you mind talking
up a bit, Dad? I'd like to take some

notes.

They say that talking in your sleep is a
sign of inner turmoil.

Yes, it's a sign of guilt, inner
conflict, turmoil, all that kind of

Did you hear that, Sid? Yes, I heard.

Well, what about it?

Sid did right.

What turmoil did you have all night?

The sort I get when you give me cheese
and pickled onions for supper.

Well, if it gives you inner turmoil, you
shouldn't have eaten it. It's your own

fault, Daddy.

Supper should be a light snack.

Hey, if you want to make a pig of
yourself... Oh, blimey. Look who's

Look, your father doesn't feel very
well, so let's forget the whole thing.

After all, he dreams of his own concern.

Nothing to do with us.

You heard what your mother said.

Thank you.

said there'd be rain from the west.

The shipping forecast said gales were
imminent in dogger and German bite.

What is German bite?

It's what you get from a German dogger.

I'll have my coffee in there, please.

But, Daddy, you still haven't told us
about your dream.

Sally, that's enough.

We'll hear no more on the subject.

It upsets your father.

Leave him to me.

How are you feeling now, darling?

Oh, not too bad, thanks.

How's your stomach?

It's all right, thank you.

You haven't got a headache, have you?
No, no, no, no.

So you slept quite well? Yes, lovely.

Fine, thank you.

Just as a matter of interest... Mm?

What were you dreaming about last night?

Good. Well, go on, then. Yes, go on,
Daddy.

Well, it was a peculiar sort of dream,
really. I was sitting in this room, all

on my own.

The door opens, and in walks a big, fat,
white bird with a long beak. Morning,

all.

She's broken my dream.

I wonder if I could borrow a pint of
milk.

Oh, of course, Betty. You'll find it in
the... She knows where it is.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
Yes.

Daddy was just telling us about this
peculiar dream he had last night.

Aren't they interested in peculiar
dreams?

You should be. You married one.

Carry on, then. I haven't missed any of
the good bits, have I? No, he's only

just started.

Go on, then.

You're quite sure you don't mind if I
carry on telling him?

No, Sid.

Very catchy. Very sweet, really, isn't
she?

Well, in comes his big, fat, white bird.

And I jump right on her back. It's
filthy, isn't it?

No, he means a bird with feathers.

You see, Daddy dreamt he was in this
room.

And the door opened. And in came a big
white bird.

Do you want to hear the rest of this?
Oh, sorry, darling.

Right, so this big bird comes in, and
I'm on her back. And off we fly.

And we land in a field, and there's
thousands of people there watching.

And then... Now, this is the weird bit.

Suddenly? Yes, yes.

Suddenly? My God!

Have I interrupted something?

Yes, you have.

Well, I'm sorry, Sid, but I'm sitting
here on me own with me bowl of brekkie

wheats and there's no milk. Oh, well, go
and have a suck of the baby's dummy.

I'll be back in a minute.

I'll finish it when I get back from
work. Sit down. You can't leave us in

suspense all day.

Right. Now then, where was I?

Suddenly.

Suddenly. That's it, suddenly.

Suddenly, that's it, yes.

Suddenly, across this field come about
25, 26 horses galloping like mad.

And I'm on the back of this bird and I
join in. And I'm in a sort of a race.

we're going like the wind.

Well, that'd be the pickled onions.

That's very funny, that.

The wind.

Anyway, I won.

I passed the winning post and I've won
by a beak. Yours or the bird's?

I'll flatten your beak in a minute. I'm
sorry. It was only a joke. Anyway, go

on, Sid. All right.

So I've won.

And everybody's clapping me on the back
and shouting, good old Sid, and there

you are. And they present me with an
enormous bunch of flowers and a free

to the seaside. Well, nice. Did you go?

No.

She woke me up.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling. You'd have
enjoyed that.

Is that it, then? That's your dream?
Yeah, that's it.

I have better dreams than that when I'm
awake.

That's not often.

It all fits, Sid.

You know, you saying, come on, my
beauty, and she's going to do it.

Oh, I am pleased.

You weren't pleased last night.

Well, that's when I thought you were
dreaming about something else.

What something else?

Tomato plant.

Come on, Trevor.

Oh, hang on, hang on.

I mean, there's something in this dream
business, you know.

It could have a deeper meaning.

Well, what about Daddy's dream last
night?

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, what have you got?
You've got a bird, you've got a strange

race, a bunch of flowers, quick trip to
the seaside.

What's that sound like, Sid?

Our wedding.

All right, Clementine, but what about
the horses?

Horses?

That's it.

Daddy dreamt about a horse race.

Let me think.

I was reading. Racing.

Racing at Brighton. There you are.
There's the trip to the seaside. Well,

then. Is there anything about a bird?

Or a bunch of flowers.

Today's selections.

Two o 'clock, heavy downpour. Two
-thirty, Captain Popeye. Three -thirty,

bird. Hang on.

Flower bird.

Flower bird! Flower bird!

Don't be ridiculous. Look, never mind
about that. What's the starting price?

Five to two.

That's it. That clinches it. What
clinches what? I said that was the time

you up.

Five to two.

it was the chance of a lifetime.

Then I still say, shut up and forget it.

We could have won a lot of money.

How was I to know the plummet thing was
going to win? It was in your dream,

wasn't it?

You shouldn't ignore things like that,
Sid.

If you'd only put a few pounds on it,
you might have won enough money to take

that trip to the seaside that we didn't
have when I woke you up.

Thank you for stopping us from putting
our money on it. Your money.

My money.

It's the same thing.

Right. What's yours is ours, and what's
ours is yours.

Yes.

But what's yours was mine in the first
place.

Betty and Trevor backed it.

Yes, but at least they used their own
money.

Well, the next time you have a dream,
Sid Abbott, please keep it to yourself.

Keep it to me? I must be going potty.

Hello, Sid. Don't you start.

Oh, don't be like that. We've just
dropped by to give you something. Go on,

Trevor. What?

We've decided that you're entitled to
half our winnings, see. Oh, no, Trev.

mate, it's yours.

I won't have it. No, no, no. Fair, fair,
see.

We insist.

If you're chucking it about.

62 and a half, please.

Well, after all, it was us that took the
risk.

Risk?

Rip, I put you onto a race in certainty.
I dreamt a winner.

You get mad at me?

When he got to the betting shop, your
friend here got cold feet.

Decided to play it safe. Yeah, well,
he'd never dreamed of winning before,

he? How much did you have on it, Trevor?

Go on, tell her.

50p.

50p! Oh, here you come.

Your need is greater than mine.

Well, I mean, I didn't know it was going
to win, did I? I mean, your dream

wasn't exactly clear, was it?

Oh, it's all my fault, isn't it?

Well, I do apologise from the bottom of
my bottom.

I'll let you know next time I come under
Star Disorders.

There's no need to be sarcastic, Sid.

Well, if I had the chance, I wouldn't be
standing down here. I'd be upstairs in

that bed.

You'd be on your own.

Winner after another winner.

Hey, Dad, that's a good idea.

That might be possible, Sid.

If you repeat the exact conditions of
when you had the first dream.

Rubbish. Do you mean if he did exactly
the same things as he did last night?

Went to bed at the same time and ate the
same food.

Tossed and turned all night.

And talked in his sleep.

I would come up with exactly the same
dream I had last night.

Flower bird winning at Brighton this
afternoon.

No, thank you.

Well, it's worth a try, honey.

I mean, we'd be more sure next time. And
we could put a lot of money on it. We

could win a fortune, Dad. We could pay
off the mortgage.

Have a holiday in the Bahamas.

I could buy a car.

We could have a French au pair girl.

What do you want a French au pair girl
for? It's a stupid bloody question.

Don't do about the house, love. Get the
weight off your feet.

Come on. Hang on a minute now.

Do you not seriously mean that if I do
tonight exactly what I did last night in

exactly the same order and then went to
bed, that I would dream another winner?

Yes, of course.

Where

do I start?

Everybody ready?

Yes.

Right. He should be home at five past
ten, which is exactly the same time as

came back from the pub last night.

His supper's ready. Cheese and pickled
onions, exactly the same.

Oh, wait a minute. Last night the telly
was on. What's Richard on then?

Everything must be identical.

Okay. Stand by.

He should be home in five seconds.

From now, four, three, two, one, zero.

How am I doing for time? Spot on.

Right.

Now then, he's had exactly the same as
he had last night. Four brown ales,

three large scotches, and on his way out
Rose gave him a quick one.

You said you had half a bitter last
night, and what's all this about Rosie?

is no time to start an argument.

No, Mummy, you'll spoil it.

Now, Daddy, you came in, sat on the
settee and watched the television.

sit down. All right, I'm going.

What happened next?

He said, what a load of old cobblers.
Switch it off.

How dare you use that language?

Well, you did.

Never mind that.

Who did switch it off? I did.

Right, and I fetched your supper.

That's it, keep going, keep going.

Where's Betty? She wasn't here last
night, so we sent her home. Thank God

that.

Here we are, Sid.

the same as last night, cheese and
pickled onions.

And I sat here.

And if I remember rightly, Sid, while
you were noshing, I had a large scotch.

I remember rightly, you did not.

Well, go on then, get it down, yeah?

I'm not hungry.

Oh, nice.

Force yourself.

I just don't fancy it.

Oh, don't be so fussy, Daddy.

We're doing our bit.

It's not going to work.

Of course it will.

Those onions will work all night.

And as soon as you've finished it, you
go straight up to bed. And hurry up.

She didn't do that last night. She does
it every bloody night.

If you'd stop asking me that every two
blooming minutes, I might have a chance.

Is he asleep yet?

No, not yet, dear.

Well, what's he waiting for? A bit of
peace and quiet!

Sorry.

I've had enough. I'm going to keep down
on the sofa. Don't you dare! You have to

do exactly the same as you did last
night.

In that case, you should be in here next
to me.

I want you to concentrate on the horses.

Now, just relax, darling.

Yes, dear.

You comfortable?

Yes, darling.

Good.

Now you can start bouncing about and
kicking your feet and having the

stomachache and talking in your sleep.
Yes, darling.

And don't forget the pad and pencil by
the side. Yes, sweetheart.

What time is it, Mum?

Nearly half past two.

What are you doing out here, Mummy?

I'm giving him more room to toss and
turn about.

Oh, he's asleep then?

I hope so.

Well, shouldn't we be in there listening
in case he says something?

No, I've put a pad by the side of his
bed.

You can't rely on that. Come on, let's
get in there and listen.

Well, be very quiet. All right.

He's asleep.

Shh! Oh, look! He's written something on
the notepad. What does it say?

Bloody pickled onions.

Get her off.

It's working.

That looks like a grand national.

Come on, my beauty. Come on.

Come on, Daddy. Come on, Daddy. Not so
loud.

He might fall off.

What did he say?

I think he must be talking to one of the
other jockeys.

What's happening?

It's working, Trevor.

Oh, come on, come on.

They say the scenes only last a few
minutes.

Perhaps we'd better wake him up and see
how he's getting on.

I'll drive back to bed.

Ah! The bunion, you son of a bun!

Oh, you've woken him up!

What's going on?

Well, Trevor came in and Mike trod on
his bunion.

Any luck, see? Have you dreamt anything
yet, Dad?

I don't know.

Yes, I did.

I mean, give me a chance. It's all hazy.

Was it a horse race, Sid?

Don't know.

Yes, it was.

It was a race. Oh. It was in the snow.

Snow? Yes, snow everywhere. Even all the
buildings were white.

And I was riding.

I was riding.

Not another big white bird?

No, no, no. Something small, very small.

A small horse?

It had four legs.

That's it, yes, and it was a lot smaller
than the other horses.

A horse with four short legs?

Did you win, Sid?

Yes, I did. I won.

And I was led into the unsettling
enclosure by a woman. Yes, yes, yes.

And she had no clothes on.

Sid Abbott, do you have to bring sex
into everything?

I didn't invite her. A woman with no
clothes on? Yes. And in all that snow?

must have been frozen stiff.

She was.

Frozen stiff.

Shivering with the cold, she was. Go on,
Sid, go on.

In the name of the winner.

Yes, yes, yes. The name of the winner
was... Yes, yes, go on. Was, uh...

It's gone.

Oh!

He's had something to do with that naked
woman and the freezing cold.

Quickly, where's the evening papers?

Downstairs, come on.

Sid. You keep thinking about that woman
with no clothes on.

I'll try.

Here we are.

Trevor, you take York. Mike, you take
Hayden. Sally, Doncaster. And I'll have

Chepstow.

Sam, you just concentrate.

So what have we got? We've got snow, a
woman with no clothes on, and a small

horse, right?

Right. There's one here.

Chili con Charlie.

It was a woman.

Oh.

145 York.

Cool baby.

No, no, no. Not it.

Doncaster, three o 'clock.

Sweet rain.

It was snowing.

Mum?

What time did you wake him up?

Two -thirty.

I've got it.

I've got it! Look, the two -thirty at
Haydock Park.

Frozen lady.

It's got to be. I don't know.

It's got to be. It's got to be, Dad.
Listen, it's the only horse in that race

that fits.

And listen to what their expert says.

He says she may be the smallest horse in
the race, but she's very game and will

be there at the...

That's nice.

Thank you.

Lovely welcome.

What's the matter with you lot? It
wasn't my fault. It was your idea.

Frozen lady?

She wasn't even in the first three.

All our holiday money.

We lost a lot of money. We lost a lot of
my money.

I don't know.

A naked lady shivering in the cold.

Snow everywhere.

A little thing with four legs.

Dear, oh, dear, Sid. I've heard some
tales in my time. Oh, shut up. It wasn't

fault. I told you it had something to do
with that.

Oh, Bimby, next time you have a dream,
don't bother to wake up.

Turn the radio on again, Sally. Let's
have some cheerful music.

I'll make some tea.

And is expected to rejoin the team next
week.

Now for some late racing results.

First, Greyhound Racing from the White
City.

Goodbye.

White City!

White City!

Do you remember I told you in the dream?
Snow!

Everything was white. Even the buildings
were white. White city.

It wasn't a blooming horse. It was a
dog, a greyhound.

The 6 .30 race.

First, trap six.

Bloot it.

Bloot it.

Well, I told you it had something to do
with a naked woman and a cold.

It happened to be right, and I told you,
and it won.

And you lot can chuck your money away on
a blooming horse.

Sally, get the cheese out.