All language subtitles for Falling.S01E06.1080p.BluRay.x264-NUNNY_track3_[eng]

(gentle music)
(leaves rustling)

(birdsong)

(packet rustling)

(soft thudding)

(gentle thudding)

(thudding continues)
(David sighs)

(cutlery clinking)

(sighs)

(bag zipping)

Oh...

Wish | could stay.

Help you set up properly.

No, this is great.
All | need is your computer.

Well, the food bank needs you.

Saturday kitchen
at the church needs you.

And | need money.

| can lend you money.

(sighs) How much
do you lend, Muriel?

What, 200 this week,
200 the next?

You cook for me.
You make my meals.

I'm saving on microwave dinners
and shop lunches.

You know...

| could pay you
to be my housekeeper.

| can do this.

That is painful to watch.

(laughs) Will you go away!
I'm trying!

Did you even meet a computer
before you went inside?

'‘Inside'!

Well, look at you.

Can | use your phone number?

Of course.

And your email address?

We will get you an email address
when | come home.

Well, | can do it.
| mean, it's free, isn't it?

You just point me
in the right direction.

Anna, | Know you want
to get started,

but this is gonna be
harder than you thought.

Well, it's better | Know
how hard it is quite quickly.

Let's get the poles
in the ground

before we put the tent up.

| just...1 just want
to prove that | can do this.

| want to feel
like I'm starting.

You don't need
to prove anything.

You don't need
to start anything.

It's just details.
We can sort it.

I'm not living off you.

No.

You're living with me.

I'll see you later.

Have fun at work.

| hope you see Marcus
from Obstetrics.

Hm. (laughs softly)

(door opens)

(Suspenseful music)
(door shuts)

(mouse clicks)

(suspenseful music swells)

We were out of hosts.

| fetched some
from Father George.

Pleasant man,
but terrible dandruff.

(David chuckles)
Not good for a priest.

There were many sins they warned
us of at the seminary.

Dandruff was a tragic omission.

You cannot wear black
and moult head skin.

(chuckling)

Um...

For your sister.

For her wedding.

It-it's a bracelet.

| didn't know whether
it was ugly or nice.

| bought it on the off chance
it was nice.

You bought her
a wedding present?

Oh, no.

Is that the wrong thing
to have done?

It is today, isn't it?

Look, | like your sister.
She's fun.

Look, she's having a registry
office wedding.

| Know. You were working
on the blessing, in here.

The blessing is just
in the garden.

It's a small party.

And you're always welcome.

—-No.
—You should come.

| should not.
| haven't been invited.

No-one's been invited.

My sister is terrified
of rejection,

so she doesn't like to make
anything formal.

Please.

Look, this wasn't me
trying to...

Of course it wasn't.

But you will be there. 3pm.

—See how the heathens do it.
—What...?

Spm. I'll be free.

How's your mum?

Oh, there's a surprise.

—-What?
—Tina's here.

And you'll never guess
who she's with.

The Lord be with you.

And with your spirit.

Lord, we have sinned
against you.

Lord, have mercy.

Congregation: Lord, have mercy.

Show us your mercy
and your love.

Congregation: And grant us
your salvation.

Let us pray.

Thank you, Father.

Tina: Hey.

(giggling)

Hello.

And hello.

Don't get excited and thinking
you're converting me.

I've got an appointment
at the hospital in a bit

and this one thought
| might as well do this before.

You're very welcome here.

We've been having visitors
every five minutes

sorting out this,
that and the other.

| don't know
who you passed me onto

and how much pressure
you put on.

I'm just pleased
it's working out.

| slightly resent it.

But | think, yeah,
it's kind of you.

She's going to speak in court.

He wrote to me,

asking for forgiveness,

telling me he was going
to kill himself if | didn't.

Or if | did.

(scoffs)

Asking for forgiveness.

What did you do?

Nothing.

He didn't kill himself
because he's full of shit.

Oh, and er...

I'm not Catholic.

Huh.

Happy?

Happy.

You?

You should stop asking how | am.

You can care about me,
| can't care about you?

Something like that.
(Tina laughs)

Can | just say...

| liked your nun.

(tender music)

| liked her too.

(giggling) So you weren't
a dick then?

| thought you'd probably
been a dick.

l-| don't if I'm honest
know what | was.

If you don't Know,
you were probably a dick.

| think you're great though.

But you don't care what | think

because you were thinking
about her.

(giggles)

Mum, can you wait?

I'm pregnant!

Mum! (laughs)

You cow!

(tender music swells)

(uplifting music)

Okay, | need everybody
in the car!

That's very loud.

Mum, Simon!
| need you in the car!

Molly! Why aren't you
in the bloody car?

—Okay.
—-Where are you going?

(sighs)

You're not wearing that!

(warm music)

We're gonna be late.

We're going to miss our slot

and it's going to be
all your fault.

| love you.

Aww. | love your wings.

Get in the car!

Oh, okay, okay! Off we go!
(laughs)

Cheers, thanks.

(lively chatter)

Thank you.

—-What can | get you, love?
-I-l, err...

| just saw the sign
in the window.

Which sign?

I-I'm looking for work.

Oh, that's an old sign, love.
Sorry.

Oh. You don't know
of anybody else who's...

Not right now.

There's a bit of a local
dip happening.

Everyone's struggling a bit.

Leave me your number
and I'll Keep an ear out for you.

Thanks. This is my friend
Muriel's number.

Um, I'm just, I'm staying
with her at the moment.

I'm Anna.

Okay Anna. Good luck to you.

Thank you.

(pop music playing
on car stereo)

Why are we listening to this?

I've done a playlist.

A song for every year
that Susan and |

could have been together
and weren't together.

The songs we should
have danced to.

That's crazy.

No, it's romantic.

Turn it up!

/ She's flying in the face /

/ of fashion, now /

Yay! Woo!

I'm getting married!

/ She's flying in the face
of fashion, yeah... /

Anna. Thanks so much
for coming in.

Erm, what sort of work
are you looking for?

I-I'm not sure what
I'm qualified for.

Catering, | hope.

Um, | can cook and | can clean.

Data entry skills?

Um, sorry?

What's your typing speed?

Er, | don't have one.

Um, can you use a computer?

| can try.

Um, you haven't filled
in the bit

where it says 'previous work'.

No, well, um...l-l was a nun.

So, | don't really think
that counts as a job.

| don't think it is a job.

It's um, it's more a calling.

Right.

| mean, | could fill out
the CV section,

but it would just say 'nun'.

And then ‘nun’,
and then ‘nun’.

Hm... It sounds like a joke,
doesn't it?

It does, the way
you're saying it.

Um, have you got
a permanent address?

Er, | have an address.

Have you got
a National Insurance number?

Ah, er, | remember
having one of those.

| bet | could find it.

Do you have preferred hours?

No.

Maybe you want to have
a little think about that.

Um, childcare needs, or...

No, no, no.
I-| don't have any kids.

|! was anun.

You just, um...
you don't look like a nun.

(chuckles)

Well, I, er,
I'm not one anymore.

(office phone ringing)

Um...

(sighs)

(mouse clicking)

You can't help me, can you?

(sombre music)

We don't really
get catering work.

What I'd do is
get your typing speed up.

Um, there's courses
you can take online

and, um, come back
when you're in a better place.

Okay.
(office phone ringing)

Look, we're late. Are we late?

—Susan and Simon?
—Yeah.

We've got time.

(gasping)

Morning. My name is Sandra

and as the Deputy Superintendent
Registrar for Bristol

it is my privilege
to welcome you here today.

I'm joined by my colleague Grace

and our interpreter Bella

and we are met in a place
duly sanctioned according to law

for the celebration of marriages
and civil partnerships.

We're gathered here today
for the joining in matrimony

of Simon lan Neave
and Susan Grace Hicks.

If any person here present
knows of any lawful impediment

to this marriage,

they should declare it now.

That's the difficult bit.
It's really easy from here.

(laughter)

I'm starting with St Fulgentius
which is

"Love, indeed, is the source
of all good things.

It's an impregnable defence

and the way that leads
to heaven.

He who walks in love can neither
go astray nor be afraid.

Love guides him,
protects him

and brings him
to his journey's end."

And I-| was thinking
| could then explain...

It sounds like Shakespeare.

(sighs)

You don't mean that
as a compliment, do you?

What else do you say?
Do you make any jokes?

It's not a best man's speech.
It's a blessing.

Can you tell them about the time

when Mum brought home
that box of Milk Tray

and then | pissed her off,
so she ate them all in her room?

Oh yeah, that'll really make
‘em laugh, won't it?

She ate the whole box.

Two layers.

And then she got
really constipated

and really complained about it.

Oh, bugger it!

| can't do this.
It keeps falling down.

| might be able to help.

I'm too early.

| always am.
A little girl let me in.

| presume she's related
to at least one of you.

I'm a dab hand at DIY,
surprisingly.

—Hello, I'm Francis.
—Hi.

David.

(gentle music)

(doorbell ringing)

Dad? Mum?

Muriel called.

| brought my own brushes.

Brushes for what?

Setting things right.

I'm not here to paint.
| hate paint.

And I've got three
different shades of blue,

so you can choose
the one you want.

And one will be called
Wistful Dog Breath,

and the other will be called
Shropshire Bed Crumpet

and they'll be...
—Of all the things

to be angry about,
you're angry about paint names?

Well, | brought the lamp
you like

and a bedspread
from your Aunty Penny.

Am | missing something?
What's happening here?

I've got Zac's permission.
We're going to paint your room.

| told you, | never liked

that we didn't redo your room
at home.

For a long time, he thought
it was the reason you became a nun.

"That bloody deer wallpaper".

So, you're redecorating
the room?

Your room. And that's the start
that matters. Making a home.

I've a brush for you.

You can bloody help.

Working on your blessing?

Oh, um...Lindsay...

the older daughter
says | need more jokes.

Ah.

As a younger man,
| once got told off by a priest

for getting too many laughs
in a sermon.

Ha.

Humour is an underrated
quality in the clergy.

| wondered
if you wouldn't mind...

Would you mind
hearing my confession?

N-now, here?

I'd like it.

If you have a moment.

(David sighs, sniffs)

I'm not much of what
most would consider a "man".

You are.

Oh.

I've lived most of my life
with my mother.

I've dedicated myself to God,
her and my allotment,

in that order.

| didn't know
you had an allotment.

Good. You shouldn't.

It's my quiet place.

| don't talk about it to anyone,
well, except Mother.

My point is, there's no reason
why you would take

what advice | have
in any way seriously.

And it's not advice
you are seeking.

But | am a little older
than you,

I've seen and experienced
some aspects

in a little more depth,

and | do care so deeply
about you,

you've been a constant
in my prayer.

Oh, that's very kind.
| care deeply about you too.

But, um...

just to check,

is this a confession?

(chuckles)

(deep breath, sighs)

My mother doesn't
recognise me anymore.

There are moments
when | half believe she does,

but she doesn't.

Not a kind woman.

Not someone even particularly
filled with love.

| stayed with her
because she needed me

after my father's death,

even if she did not
think she did.

Hm, we should talk
of your mother more.

Her dementia
in the last six months

has become increasingly cruel.

Violent, you understand,
as some dementias get.

The violence | can cope with.

The words | sometimes
find more...

The hidden ways
she's thought of me.

She accuses me...

She has accused me

of being attracted to her.

She's accused me
of watching her in the bath.

She's an 86-year-old woman,
you understand.

She has accused me of being
attracted to other women

who come to the house, carers,
elderly friends.

She has found lust
in my every...

in all of me.

And the only reason | feel able
to repeat these charges

is because
there is no truth to them.

But that doesn't mean
they aren't incredibly painful.

| can imagine.

And yet still,

and this is the beauty
of His love,

still | sit on my allotment
or in church

or anywhere really and | pray,

and | find such love in my life.

Not from her, no.

| find it in the love
| give her.

My love, you understand?

And | do not regret,

and this is important to me
and it's true,

| do not regret a single
second | spent with her.

| do not regret my life
because it is a love,

to this day,

it is a life
filled with a true love.

You're a good man.

You're missing the point
I'm trying to make.

You think | do regret my life?

| wouldn't presume to judge.

But | have noticed
the light going out in your eyes.

Your eyes are normally
so full of light,

that...

well, | have noticed that...

Adultery, that's all it is.

I'm sure you've heard
plenty, churned up, messy.

| tell them in the confessional

you have committed
a terrible sin.

There's some | can sense
just like the sex,

and for those | lay it on thick.

But others,

| sense a deeper conflict
and to those | say,

love is the only gift
worth fighting for.

And this love
comes in many forms,

and God's gift, God's gift
which he gave to all humanity

is that only you know
which love is true.

And then | forgive them
and give them penance

as is my right and duty
as a priest.

You think
I'm committing adultery?

You were married to God

and now
ou're looking elsewhere.
y

You're risking sin, but...

sins can get forgiven.

Would you give all this up?

What would you give up?

A position, a trust, perhaps,
a wage,

but these are just trinkets
and support mechanisms

in life's great journey.

They aren't
an answer to anything.

You would not give up God's love

and God would not give up
on loving you.

And those around you,
the true ones,

and | would hope
to include myself in this number,

they would not stop
loving you either.

A dog collar, David,
isn't the reason | do good things.

And it isn't the reason you do.

There we go.

That's all | have.

Your turn now.

Hail Marys, etc.

Give me my penance.

Let's keep the pretence up.

She turned me down, Francis.

She's gone back to The Womack,
back to where she wants to be.

Ah.

No.

No.

She's back.

If no-one's told you.
(uplifting music)

She's left the convent.

Again.

You were quite right
in your diagnosis of her.

She's enormously flighty.

(uplifting music swells)

(upbeat music)

/ To the left /

/ To the right /

/ Step it up, step it up,
it's alright /

/ To the left /

/ And to the right /

/ Check the new ride out,
it's alright /

/ Silence ain't in season /

/ To the left... /

It's ON you now.

What's on me?

And | love you too.

| think I've missed something.

What have | missed?

(passionate music)

Jump in, mate.

(chatter)

It looks nice.

Can | bring some more things
from home? Make it...

You're welcome any time,
you know that.

But now your father
and | need to go.

Stay.

Let me make us all
some food.

I'd like that.

You'd like it?

I'm not angry with you, Mum.

None of this was your fault.

| can't remember
ever claiming it was.

And I-I think I'm excited, Mum.

It's okay to be scared, too.

| thought you'd be
going after him.

No, no. He, er...

he's not right, he's not ready.

But | am still excited about

what my life is going to be now.

Okay.

I'm proud of you.

Tarragon chicken?

Sounds lovely.

| don't have anything to say.

No, short is fine.

But you do understand,

| can't recognise your marriage.

| applaud what you're doing,
but I'm a priest.

It would be a betrayal
to my congregation.

| could have a go at blessing
your love in some way.

Yeah.

Follow our nose.

(knocking)

Hello.

Hello.

Is Muriel here?

-—Oh, you look a mess.
-Yeah, I've been running.

Look, Muriel, | need to see her.

-Is this him?
—Yeah.

Him? Who am |?

Um, this is Anna's mother.

Oh.

Hello. I'm her father.

She's not home.
She went to the shop.

She wanted to cook
us all dinner.

—-We've been painting.
—-Which shops?

Yeah, hold your horses.
Why don't you just wait...

—-Which shops?
—Tesco.

-—Thank you.
-It's nice to meet you.

Er, it's very nice
to meet you too.

Hope we get to talk more.

(uplifting music)

/ Sweet is thy work /

/ My God /

/ My King /

/ To praise thy name /

Hello, everybody.

My name is Francis.

I'm a priest
and | believe in love.

Two are better than one

because they have a good reward
for their toil.

For if they fall,

one will lift up his fellow.

But woe to him who is alone
when he falls

and has not another
to lift him up.

Susan, do you take Simon
to be your beloved?

Will you cherish him?

I'm

trying to find
other adjectives.

(crowd giggling)

Will you make him your home,

just as he makes you his?

| will.

Simon, will you do the same?

| will.

Oh, do you wish to kiss?

You don't have to,
if you don't fancy it.

(laughter)

(cheering and applause)

Yes. Well, | now
pronounce you...

nothing at all.
(crowd laughs)

Shall we have a party now?

Yes!
(cheering and applause)

Anna...

(gasping, panting)

Anna, don't-don't
run away, please.

Just let me talk.

I'm not running
and you can certainly talk.

Ah, okay. (gasps)

Um, | came looking
for you at Muriel's house.

—Oh, okay.
-—Yeah.

| met your mum.

—Ah, okay.
—Hm.

Yeah.

| believe you promised words?

Sorry?

You said you wanted
to talk, etc.

Yeah, um, | just,
| just want to tell you that...

(sighs)

| want to tell you that
I'm leaving the priesthood.

| haven't told anyone yet.

But...

Yeah, | can't remain.

I've told Him.

Okay.

Why?

Because...

(gentle music)

It's because | love you.

And why do you love me?

| think...

I've always loved you.

| think it's just taken me
a while to work that out.

Really sorry about that.

Now it's your turn
to say something.

Um...

Er, well... (chuckles)

Er, let's, let's not talk here.

Um...

There was a boy at school, Adam.

He sat behind me in French.

Beautiful brown eyes.

Never said anything to me,

but he would sit staring
at the back of my neck

all the way through the class.

| could feel it.

He was probably just bored.

But | did take
to wearing my hair up

whenever we had French lessons.

And then there was
a Benedictine monk

at Lourdes when | was
a postulant called Francois,

also brown eyes.

| think they were
my other temptations.

| thought about both of them
probably a little bit more than | should.

But the...

well, the thing is...

the thing is, with them | knew,
you know,

that they were just urges.

Horrible word.

Whereas...

Whereas you changed my soul.

And I...just, | felt

so angry that | didn't
make yours change,

in the same way.

But you did.

It was humiliating.

Do you understand me?

You really,
really humiliated me.

You really hurt me.

| could, | could hit you.

Wouldn't mind.

No.

That would be...
be far too easy.

| need to find a better way
to pay you back.

Is this all...

Are you saying
I've lost my chance?

(romantic music)

You fuck.

You terrible, insecure,
cowardly fuck.

| hate that word.

| like it.

You sound like a maths teacher.

(giggling) A maths teacher?

Yeah, a maths teacher being
overheard outside of class.

(giggling)

It's a noble profession.

| am a coward.

Sometimes.

| don't Know if I'm gonna be
good for you.

| don't Know if I'm gonna be
good for you.

| hope you know
l...1 don't have a job.

| don't have a house.

Well, the good thing is,

| don't have any
of those things either.

(laughs)

And I'm an alcoholic.

And I'm...perimenopausal.

(chuckling)

| think it's okay to say
that we're...

we're both scared here.

Angry.

That's just me, but scared...

That's both of us.

Just He, He saved me.

| was lost
and He saved me, and...

| don't want to betray Him.

Well then, let's decide
that it's not a betrayal.

He saved me too.

You know, I'm just the same.

I'd like to ring a bell

and put my life back how it was,

but...

I'd also really like
to kiss you again.

(romantic music)

What?

How do we do this?

(softly laughs)

Do you think | know?

(romantic music swells)

(gentle music)