All language subtitles for White Heat s01e03 The Dark Side of the Moon.eng

Bloody hell.

How long is it, for God's sake?

Too long. Too damn long.

Hello, Alan.

Still doing the tache thing then?
It's starting to grow on me.

The others?

Oh. En route.

Coffee? Cheers.

He's done all right, hasn't he?

Honorary degrees, CBE.

He invited me to a celebratory party
after the Palace.

I was out of the country.
He remarried.

Orla wrote me.

Right. And you?

Has there been anyone one since...?
Oh.

I've rather lost
the knack of all that.

I'll just, err, get back
to my cleaning. Right.

She just keeps picking
at the same scab.

Do you blame her?

What was it? Do they know?

Heart failure.

It was a fortnight
before they found the body.

Oh.

God.

Alan's back from America, Lilly.
He just phoned.

Can you not skip it this once?

Go on, then.

Great. Can you pick up some beers
on the way back?

I'll do Victor, you call Jay.

How about I call Victor, you do Jay?
OK.

I take it Jack will be there?
All of us will.

It's been too long since we've seen
you, Victor. Way too long.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, it's me.
Alan's back from America.

I'm going to do a dinner for us all.

When? Tonight.
I'm on-call tonight, Orla.

Please, Jay. For Alan, if not for me.
Come on.

I'll see if I can swap shifts.
Thank you. See you later. Right, bye.

You like to live dangerously,
don't you? And you don't?

Because the political levy funds
our lobby campaigns in Whitehall.

If half your shop stewards cop out of
paying it, great example to members, isn't it?

Yep.

Economic and Social Affairs,
Jack Walsh?

Listen to me, Jack.
Your grandfather has had a stroke.

Or a series of strokes,
to be more accurate.

Assuming you can find time
in your busy schedule,

a visit might be in order. And
sooner rather than later, please.

'It was the Miners' Movement
president...' I need your help, Charlie!

'Who referred the General
Council's plan back' Say again!

You said you'd help with dinner,
Charlie.

They're not shrunk yet.
Five more minutes, OK?

'Last year saw the highest number
of strikes since 1926.

'Fears of further industrial unrest
escalated today,

'when Arthur Scargill announced
that the NUM and other major unions

'have voted for a national strike
on May 1st,

'in defiance of the government's
pay restraint policy.'

The first year,
I was with Texas Instruments,

working on a computer device
for cash registers.

And then, in the last two years,
I was with the R and D,

working with
electronic microprocessing units.

Memory chips. Oh.

It's a bit Sci-Fi for me, mate.

Well, one day,
the future will rise up

and bite you
in your Luddite arse, Jack.

I just pray I'm there to see it.

So, is this you back for good or...?

Well, General Electrics are
recruiting system engineers here, so...

You know.

Is Lilly not joining us?

Oh, Lilly'll get here
when she gets here.

Her head's a bit off
in the clouds sometimes.

Or she had a better offer.

Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.
Nice to see you all.

Welcome home, Alan.

So, what news?

Orla landed that internship
at the Tavistock.

Family therapy,
working with kids mainly.

Good for you. And how's academia?

Has its moments,

if and when anyone can be bothered
to show up to any of my lectures.

Students today, eh?

And, er, Lilly?

Still on her quest for the Holy Grail
of Enlightenment, as are we all.

Most weekends she treks
around galleries

with her painting portfolio.
No-one's taken her on yet.

She just gets work
when she can take it.

Then there's Doctor Kildare, over
there, getting us drunk as skunks

on his birthday to make
his grand announcement.

Oh, aye? Tell me.

The queer thing.

Yeah, well, I suppose somebody
had to be the last to know.

His family haven't a clue.
Or at work.

You had no inkling?

He covered his tracks well.

Oh, there is more news.
Charlotte only got herself arrested.

30 million viewers watched her

and her Women's Libbers getting
chucked in Black Marias

at the Miss World thing.
"We are not beautiful!

"We are not ugly! We are angry!"

Yeah, you see, Jack's thing
about direct action

only applies to the class system,
isn't that right?

Equal rights ranks a poor second.

It was worth a night in Holloway

to get people talking
about discrimination for once.

It's not all hair-shirt
with her, mate.

She still shaves under her arms.
I can personally vouch for that.

Excuse me.

When was it he moved out?

Just after finals,
when you left for the States.

Said he needed his own space.

I moved down to Victor's room,

to give Lilly a bit of space
for her art.

Alan. Hey. Hey.

I'm so sorry.

So good to see you.

Ah, erm. There was another bomb,
took me ages to get back.

A bomb? Hmm. Tubes, buses, they all
grind to a halt when it happens.

Hey! What's going on? More bombs.

'Four car bombs placed around
London, one outside the Old Bailey,

'a second in Whitehall exploded.

'Killing one
and wounding more than 150.'

How do you live with all this?
No choice.

The old Blitz spirit is alive
and well in Blighty.

'Security forces warn that the IRA

'is becoming increasingly
sophisticated...' Glad you came back, eh?

'In their campaign of
violence on the mainland.'

'And warned the public
to be vigilant.'

Bed down in my room, if you want.

I'm due back at the hospital, only
got cover for a few hours. I'm fine.

I was going to write to tell you.

I just thought... I just thought
it better you hear it in person.

The others don't have
a problem with it.

Well, they didn't share a room
with you for three years, did they?

If you weren't so ashamed of it,
why'd you keep it a secret for so long?

Hmm?

We used to lie in bed and talk
about girls, for Christ's sake.

You talked, I listened.

I heard you, you know, at night.

Wanking.

Ah.

I thought it was natural.

I hope to God it wasn't about me.

Don't flatter yourself.

For fuck's sake.

Is this it for us?

A quick screw after lights out,
now and again.

We don't always do it
with the lights out.

We made a deal from the start,
this wouldn't be exclusive or...

No-one can accuse of you
of welching on the deal, Jack.

You've followed it to the letter.

All I get in return
is the edited version of you.

It's not enough.

Not anymore.

And I don't want to hang around to
see someone else get the real thing.

What if there is no real thing?
You know, the cupboard's bare.

What you see is all there is.

That's your get-out-of-jail card,
is it?

I can handle being the butt
of a few jokes.

But I'll be damned if I let you
turn me into one. Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

You are the only thing
that makes life bearable.

Don't you know that yet?

The only thing.

What was that?

You do this every time. Ha-ha.

Don't be angry with me,

when you have no reason
to be angry with me.

Be it ever so humble.

Jack?

We've never had much to say
to each other, have we?

Bit late to start now.

Remember that falling out
I had with Dad

over rejecting the place at Balliol?

You kept saying, "Give him time".

I was never sure if that meant
give him time to become the person

he's destined to be.

Or give him enough time
and he'll hang himself.

Then again,
maybe the two are synonymous.

Sorry we never got to know
each other better.

Bye, Grandad.

So, how is life at the TUC?

Still fighting the unequal fight?

I need to ask you something.

Though, I can pretty much predict
the answer.

I need another sub this month.

If you're in debt, Jack,

it's because you've developed
expensive habits.

You can hardly expect me
to subsidise them.

Yup, pretty much as predicted.

Jack, wait.

Erm.

There is maybe something.

These meetings that
Wilson's been having with the TUC

and Jack Jones...

I assume you have the inside track
on all of that?

You see, there's a problem
with Heath.

He's a technocrat.

He thinks that if he runs
the country like a corporation,

he can pull us out of the mess
we're in.

The endless strikes, flying pickets,
sewage in the street, power cuts.

And, of course, all this has
wounded him, perhaps even fatally.

So, now, he's crammed his cabinet

full of other grammar school
acolytes like Walker, Thatcher.

They're the reason why
I was squeezed out of the cabinet.

They're the New Order now,
the Barbarians at the gate.

You see, the one thing that Ted
absolutely abhors is a surprise.

So, a word in his ear about
what the unions are cooking up next

could be my, err, entry card
into Downing Street.

You're serious.

You want me to be your mole.

Wow. Oh, that's good.

That's the best yet.

Man.

This is bloody classic!

Sorry, sorry.

Here's a thought for you.

When the old man up there
pops his clogs,

you'll have to resign as an MP,
won't you?

Then, it's goodbye Westminster,
let alone Downing Street.

Not if I renounce the viscountcy.

You seem to think that my political
commitment is opportunistic,

don't you?

That it's somehow inferior to yours

because, of course, you have
the monopoly on all things moral,

don't you?
We only exist as your punch bag.

We're only here to make you
feel better about yourself.

Let me tell you something.

Delusions of adequacy are a far cry
from the real thing, Jack.

Jack?

Jack!

Heath out! Heath out!
Heath out!

We have shown that, as a Government,

we are ready to be bold
in a good cause.

I hope the same will be true
of both sides...

'We've already shown in practice

'that the main aim
of our economic policy is when...'

Knock, knock.

You all right?

Just clearing out my room.

Ah. Oh.

The job at General Electrics,
it looks like I've swung it.

Eh?

Cool.

So, I was wondering
if I could stay for a few more days,

until I find some place to live?

Ah.

Yeah, yeah. No problem.

Good, thank you.

Erm.

Why not rent this room?
Eh? I can bunk with Jay.

He's at the hospital half the time,
anyway.

So much for travel
broadening the mind, eh.

It's Jay, man.
He's the same guy as ever he was.

Right.

What shall we say? Seven quid a week?

Best room in the gaff,
fully furnished.

Yeah, all right. Yeah. Why not?

I need, you know, a couple of weeks
advance. Cash. Oh, right. OK.

Just got a few debts to clear.

I came back for you, I did,
but you'd already left for the sta...

Charlie?

Charlie?

You know how I get, when the old man
winds me up. Piss off, Jack.

We're better than this, aren't we?

If I needed further proof
of my total irrelevance to you,

today was it.

Whatever this pitiful excuse
for a relationship is, it's over.

Well, sometimes things happen

that open your eyes up
about a person, Charlie.

You know,
I've read about men like Jack.

How selfish, careless men,
like him, make the best breeders.

It's not even a conscious thing,
it's genetics.

Apparently, they give off
some kind of chemical

that women associate with danger.

It's why they go for
a man in uniform.

They see him as a protector,
a fighter.

You're like an addict.

Even though you know
your addiction will destroy you,

you just can't say no.
He's your fatal flaw.

Not just because he doesn't
value you or cherish you,

which he doesn't.

But because you sacrifice
the best part of yourself,

your integrity, your passion,
just to be with him.

And as much as
you despise yourself for it,

I despise him more,
for making you feel it.

Never heard you talk so much.

Well, maybe,
you never listened before.

Are you listening now?

It's over this time, Victor.

Truly.

Then, you must move out of the flat.

We can find somewhere together.

I mean,
I can help you to find a place.

I'll start looking next week.

When he drove away
and left me there,

I had this...

out-of-body thing.

Like I was looking down on myself.

Everything you say about me.

I saw it.

Not just my hypocrisy,
but my pathetic weakness and...

Trust me, despising myself
barely scratches the surface.

You can't choose
who you love, Charlie.

Only who not to.

OK, OK. All right.

Connor!

Somebody downstairs let me in.

Was beginning to think
I had the wrong damn house.

I don't believe it.

My brother Connor.

Jack.

Go through.

Does Mum know you're here?

What's going on with you, Connor?

The Provos have got Declan.

Declan Quinn from school?

They think he's an informer.

He joined them after Bloody Sunday.

We both did.

You weren't there on that day.

You didn't need to be there to know
it was cold-blooded murder!

An obscenity! They shot them
as they crawled away, Orla!

Lads younger than me!

They shot them in the back like dogs
in the gutter!

So you take revenge by killing
more innocent people?

Bombing and maiming them?

This isn't about revenge,
it's about justice!

Anyway, we don't do any
front-line stuff.

We run errands, shift weapons about.

Oh, well, then your hands are clean.

Do the family know?

They think I'm doing that
motorbike courier job.

Which in a manner of speaking...

Did he do it? Declan?

Is he a tout?

The UDR are hand in glove
with the British Army now.

Last week a bunch of their
vigilantes waited outside his house for him.

They held him for six days,

tied and hooded to a chair.

No light, no food,
just enough water to keep him alive

while they tried to beat
names out of him.

He swears he gave them none!

But the IRA see his release
as a reward for collaborating.

We were in a cafe on The Derby Road
yesterday when they came for him.

It was just a reflex.

I stepped in.

There was a scuffle.

I lost it.

I lashed out at them and...

They said I was next.

If Declan's done nothing,
they'll let him go, won't they?

And if he did name names?

That doesn't make you guilty.
By association, it does.

I need somewhere to stay,
until the heat is off.

Wait, let me...

So, say you're right and the Provos
are after you...

What about the family?

Won't they turn the heat on them
to find out where you are?

And if they trace you back here...

This house is full of people,
Connor!

Sure, they're your family now.

That's not fair.

Remember when you were little?

All those rituals you had to stop
the night gremlins from getting you?

You've always seen shadows where
there are none.

You were just trying to protect
a friend.

They'll get that.

You were loyal.

Loyalty is the one
thing they do get.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

Connor...

Connor!

Connor! If you want to stay,
of course you...

'Do you really believe
the miners would'ha won...'

Breakfast!

'The dispute last year...'

It's getting cold now!

'If we'd ha been involved
in a series of one-day strikes.

'It was only when we were
determined to go the whole 'og,

'we were all on a we had an overtime
ban and for seven weeks.

'And what did we gain? We gained
sweet nothing.

'Not only were we facing
the option of petrol rationing,

'courtesy of OPEC,
quadrupling the price of oil,

'now, we have the miners and power
workers threatening an overtime ban,

'which means a return to
the three-day week and yet more power cuts.'

Mum?

Mum!

I saw the car, Mum!
I know you're there!

Is it today you were coming?
I had in mind it was Saturday.

It is Saturday, Mum.

What is all this stuff?

My emergency store. But it collects
so much dust in here.

Your father used to repair
everything.

The vacuum cleaner or toaster broke,
he knew how to fix them.

But to buy so many, Mum.

If one goes wrong,
I won't be caught short, will I?

Oh, that cupboard needs sorting,
if you want to help.

I must get down the shops before they
close. I've a whole list of...

Spit spot. Quicker we are,
the quicker we'll be done.

She has to go back on the
medication, Dad. On the Lithium.

She won't listen to me.

She wants to have ECT again.

She knows the risks. It's her choice.

It's barbaric.

If it snaps her out of her
depression... Until the next time.

What do your brothers say?

They've conveniently absented
themselves.

Adam is in Leeds.

Peter is on the road half the time
with his stupid job.

If I walk back into her life,

it'll just raise false hopes which...

which it's just not appropriate.
You must see that.

Maybe she'll turn
the corner this time.

Either way, she's
not my responsibility any more.

It's how it is. I'm sorry.

Come on Harry, shall
we go for a walk? Hold my hand.

You don't have to do this.

We can talk to a doctor or care
worker again, get them to change your medication.

This worked last time, didn't it?

A few months.

When I'm on the medication,
it's like I'm...

trapped inside my own brain.

I see people in the street,
in the park...

Laughing. Happy.

I can't remember
what that feels like.

What feeling anything is like.

We are ready for her now.

Open.

Bite hard.

Jack Walsh.

'He's gone.'

When?

This morning.

I had a...

I had a meeting in town...

I wasn't with him.

'Jack, I wasn't with him.'

I really thought you'd want to know.

Dad, I...

It's called The Social Contract.

It's to be the plank of Wilson's
manifesto.

In return for the TUC agreeing
to wage restraint,

he'll repeal Heath's Industrial
Relations Act,

increase welfare spending

and expand state control over key
industries. It's all in there.

So, in effect, he's allowing the
unions to dictate Government policy?

Perhaps now Ted will see where

his tactic of beer and sandwiches
with them ends!

Appeasement is just another
word for surrender.

Thanks, Son.

I'll pop a cheque in the post!

Knock-knock.

A nice cup of tea.

Picasso died today.

Oh...

Wasn't he... ancient?

He said, "Art is a lie which makes
us see the truth."

All these years, I've just avoided
facing it.

This. Painting! I'm ditching it.

Ah, no, no.

After all that you went
through to do it?

It's about talent.

Or lack of.

You've got talent, Lilly! You've got
bucket loads of talent. No!

I have a facility, a skill.

It's not the bloody same!

Talent is about... insight, vision.

This? It's sub Francis Bacon!

This?

Warhol!

Bridget Riley!

Hockney. Other people's vision!
Other people's insight!

You know, I asked a tutor
at art college

how he would define
a great painter,

and he said, "If you could
remove them from the history of art

"and it go on... unimpeded,

"then they weren't,
by definition, great.

"They were irrelevant."

Do you remember last year
when I went to India?

I went to find inspiration!

All I found was poverty.

Mine, not theirs!

Thinking if I was a Maharishi
Groupie,

the floodgates of creativity
would suddenly magically open!

You can still do it.

All right, it might not be full time,
but you can still do it.

It was my ticket to ride.

It's served its purpose now.

So what will you do?

You know what they say?

"If you can't do it, teach it."

There's nothing wrong with that.

Just not how I saw it.

Can I keep this one?

And for the record, Lilly,

you're not a failure.

Do we know what's in it?

Must be something important.
Else, why have a safe?

None of these is any good
Any tools about?

Oh, hang on.

Good enough?

Worth a try.

There's a tool for every job.
And that, my friend, is not it.

Oh! Bugger!

You all right?

Oh, shit! Let me see.

Here.

Run it under here for a minute.

You'll live.

Do you want a... er...

painkiller?

No, no.

I'm good.

Thanks.

My god! I wondered where
this had got to.

Your Blue Period.

I remember it well.

I'll put it in the study,
above my desk.

Or better yet, in the dining room.

Must we?

We should have kept in touch.
How hard would that have been?

Life gets in the way.

Handy excuse.

Don't you think I've enough to beat
myself up about without that too?

I mean... Victor got passed it,

why can't she?

He started again,
found somebody else.

Charlie's still stuck in that place.

Maybe we all are.

Evacuate the area!

Evacuate the area!

Sorry!

Oh, I forgot, they gave me this...

Oh, no, I'll see to it.

I'll just go... Oh... No, no, it's...

In the meantime, I prescribe rest.

Lilly?

I know this isn't the time but...

You're the reason
I came back from the States.

You're all I could think of there.
And...

I know I'm, I'm not
creative like you, but...

it's a scientific fact
that opposites attract!

The north end of one magnet
is attracted to the south end of another and, and...

Conversely like repels, like!

And it's the same with lightning.
The...

The earth and the clouds...

they, they carry negative
and positive charges

and when they get too close, they...

they discharge an electric energy
and...

That's...

That's what it was when,
when we first met.

It, it felt like...

like being struck by lightning.
And...

I know... I know you don't
feel that too or...

At least I assume you don't.

But...

Maybe, you know, given time...

Forget the lightning crap!

What I mean to say, what...

what I mean to say is...

I'll be a safe harbour.

I'll never let anything or anyone
ever hurt you again. Ever.

Alan, I'm...

I'm damaged goods.

No, don't say that.
Don't even think it!

'If he turns around,

'it's a sign.

'I'll say yes.'

'Don't look back, she'll think
you're weak!

'Do not look back!'

Some damn reporter got wind of it
before I could call you

and the Chief Whip waded in.

Come on. What was it, Dad?

Heath not deliver the goods?

No plum job on offer
in the cabinet after all?

So you just picked up your ball
and left the park.

It's really not that complicated.

I merely saw where my responsibility
lay, that's all.

I imagine a stately home

and a retinue of servants
would tip the balance.

Do you think it was an easy
decision?

After all the hard work
I've put into the Party.

For 15 years!

There are other people to consider,
Jack.

Think of the sacrifices your mother
has made for my career.

Not to mention the duty
I owe to my father.

What about the duty you owe me?

I thought we were all square
on that?

Still, if you're running short, I...

I did it for you!

For you!

I think we both know why you did it,
Jack.

And loyalty has nothing
to do with it.

Victor. Drink?

Please.

So I've marked up
a couple of likely ones for you.

Flats in your price range.

Oh, great.

You mentioned it to
any of the others yet?

Best wait till I've found somewhere.

How could we miss that?

Sometimes, we don't see what's
right in front of us, do we?

Oi, Alan! Get us a drink.

Monsieur.

Blimey.

Come back, Leonard Cohen,

all is forgiven.

How many has he had?

What's he had more, like.

Right, here we go.
That's for you, there.

That's his.

Just a little change of pace.

Er... Feel free to join in.

OK.

Ooh!

'And misdemeanours
in office.

'Now to Northern Ireland, where
another IRA execution killing

'has taken place in Belfast.

'The body was found
off the Shanklin Road this morning.

'He'd been shot in the head.

'The victim, who is believed to be
an IRA informer,

'has been identified as Connor
O'Donnell, aged 24, from Belfast.

'The IRA claimed
responsibility for the killing,

'stating only that O'Donnell
was shot as a British Army informer.

'It is one of several IRA
executions... '

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