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# Once a native maiden and a stranger met | 0:00:49 | 0:00:55 | |
# Underneath the blue Tahitian moon | 0:00:55 | 0:00:59 | |
# The stars were in her eyes | 0:00:59 | 0:01:03 | |
# Gardenias in her hair | 0:01:03 | 0:01:06 | |
# And they vowed to care forever | 0:01:06 | 0:01:11 | |
# Then one lonely day the stranger sailed away | 0:01:11 | 0:01:17 | |
# With a parting kiss that came too soon | 0:01:17 | 0:01:21 | |
# And now the trade winds sigh | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
# When ships go sailing by... | 0:01:25 | 0:01:28 | |
(NEVILLE CHAMBERLAIN) "This country is at war with Germany." | 0:01:28 | 0:01:32 | |
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) | 0:01:32 | 0:01:34 | |
# Once a native maiden and a stranger met | 0:01:37 | 0:01:42 | |
# Underneath the blue Tahitian moon | 0:01:42 | 0:01:46 | |
# The stars were in her eyes | 0:01:47 | 0:01:50 | |
# Gardenias in her hair... | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
(MUFFLED BROADCAST) "..on the platform of the Piccadilly Tube | 0:01:53 | 0:01:57 | |
in the heart of London's West End." | 0:01:57 | 0:02:00 | |
"Many are bombed out of their homes..." | 0:02:00 | 0:02:03 | |
"..today of the evacuation of London's schoolchildren." | 0:02:03 | 0:02:07 | |
"..two attacks against London and Southeast England." | 0:02:07 | 0:02:11 | |
"..200 below ground..." | 0:02:11 | 0:02:13 | |
# When ships go sailing by | 0:02:13 | 0:02:16 | |
# Underneath the blue Tahitian moon. # | 0:02:16 | 0:02:22 | |
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) | 0:02:25 | 0:02:27 | |
(ALL LAUGH / CHATTER) | 0:02:41 | 0:02:44 | |
-But you're not a coward. -I don't want to die. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:53 | |
Why should I? And if I don't, why should anyone else? | 0:02:53 | 0:02:57 | |
Yet, still, you wouldn't make peace now. | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
Not now. You wouldn't support that. You couldn't. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:03 | |
-You've only got the one life, Anita. Just the one. -Dylan? | 0:03:03 | 0:03:07 | |
Is it? | 0:03:07 | 0:03:10 | |
Dylan Thomas. It is, isn't it? | 0:03:11 | 0:03:14 | |
-You might at least have lifted my veil! -Still love me? | 0:03:15 | 0:03:19 | |
-Did I ever? -Lift the veil, Vera. Lift the bloody veil, Vera. | 0:03:19 | 0:03:22 | |
Look at you. Look at you. Not been called up? | 0:03:24 | 0:03:29 | |
It's me that puts the heart in the nation. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:33 | |
Ammo factories, I sing in. Down the Tubes right now. | 0:03:33 | 0:03:37 | |
I always loved your voice. Always. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
-Amongst other things. -Don't you come it! | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
-You haven't changed. -Thank God. -And don't. If you do, | 0:03:42 | 0:03:46 | |
I won't let you. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:48 | |
I heard you on the radio. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
Like going home, it was, your poems. Like going back. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:55 | |
Where's the posh accent from? | 0:03:55 | 0:03:58 | |
-You should've looked me up. -Should I? -Mm. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:01 | |
If I can get all my friends to donate five bob each, | 0:04:02 | 0:04:05 | |
this is the plan, then, I don't have to sell my soul | 0:04:05 | 0:04:09 | |
writing bloody propaganda films. I can write my bloody poetry. | 0:04:09 | 0:04:12 | |
You'd have to join the army. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:15 | |
Grade Three sitting here before you, Vera. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:17 | |
Lungs raddled like a Sunday whore. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
So... lend us five bob. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
-I'll give you a snout, Dylan Thomas, that's all. -Oh. Give us, then. | 0:04:26 | 0:04:30 | |
-Silver's for the lonely, Vera Bera. -Who says I'm lonely? | 0:04:32 | 0:04:36 | |
-Where's the man who'll give you gold? -That an offer? | 0:04:36 | 0:04:39 | |
It's always been shares with you and me. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
-You never had anything to share. -Yes, but if I did, | 0:04:42 | 0:04:45 | |
you'd be the first. There's no folks like home folks. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:48 | |
And folks you've grown up with,... | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
..they're the best of all. | 0:04:53 | 0:04:56 | |
-You win. -Goody. | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
Forever and always. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:06 | |
You won't, will you? | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
-Won't what, lovely? -You won't get lost again? | 0:05:10 | 0:05:14 | |
(TRAIN RUMBLES) | 0:05:17 | 0:05:19 | |
(SOLDIER) Ta, mate. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:27 | |
-(SOLDIERS WOLF-WHISTLE) -Hello, love! | 0:05:45 | 0:05:48 | |
(DYLAN THOMAS ON RADIO) "I have longed to move away | 0:05:56 | 0:06:00 | |
From the hissing of the spent lie | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
And the old terrors' continual cry | 0:06:02 | 0:06:05 | |
Growing more terrible | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
As the day goes over the hill into the deep sea, | 0:06:07 | 0:06:11 | |
I have longed to move away From the repetition of salutes, | 0:06:11 | 0:06:17 | |
For there are ghosts in the air | 0:06:17 | 0:06:20 | |
And ghostly echoes on paper." | 0:06:20 | 0:06:22 | |
(SOLDIERS WOLF-WHISTLE) | 0:06:22 | 0:06:24 | |
"This is Dylan Thomas for the BBC Home Service." | 0:06:24 | 0:06:28 | |
(RIBALD REMARKS) | 0:06:28 | 0:06:31 | |
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS) | 0:06:31 | 0:06:33 | |
-Hello, darling. -Where you going? | 0:06:34 | 0:06:37 | |
-"(WOMAN CHATTERS)" -The commentary | 0:06:37 | 0:06:40 | |
has to persuade women to join the balloon defences. | 0:06:40 | 0:06:43 | |
"Shaft a Jerry and maybe one of our boys will shaft you." That do? | 0:06:43 | 0:06:47 | |
Your talents really are wasted here, Dylan. | 0:06:47 | 0:06:49 | |
-We could have a drink if you like? After. -Course we could. | 0:06:49 | 0:06:54 | |
I'm not a bloody dog, Dylan! | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
-It's the brunette, isn't it? -(SIGHS) | 0:06:56 | 0:07:00 | |
I had a golden childhood, Anita, | 0:07:00 | 0:07:02 | |
and here it is turning up all unexpected. | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
Now, I can't look a golden childhood in the mouth, can I? | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
The commentary, please, Dylan. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:11 | |
Myselves | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
The grievers grieve among the street | 0:07:17 | 0:07:20 | |
Burned to tireless death | 0:07:20 | 0:07:23 | |
A child of a few hours With its kneading mouth | 0:07:23 | 0:07:25 | |
Charred on the black breast of the grave | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
The mother dug, And its arms full of fires. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
Oh, spare us the bloody tragedy! I need something hopeful here. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:35 | |
The lion once known as Jehovah | 0:07:38 | 0:07:41 | |
Rose up and cocked its leg over | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
The lioness roared, Jehovah had scored, | 0:07:43 | 0:07:46 | |
-All over the living room sofa. -I require a commentary. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:49 | |
Dylan! Dylan! | 0:07:49 | 0:07:52 | |
-Caitlin? -I thought you told me you couldn't live without me. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:14 | |
-Where's our son? -Chopped up in little bits | 0:08:14 | 0:08:17 | |
and packed with my knickers in the suitcase. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:20 | |
-The police'll be chasing you. -Don't pretend you want him here. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:24 | |
-Well, there's bombs! -It's nothing to do with bombs! | 0:08:24 | 0:08:26 | |
You don't want him, so I didn't bring him. | 0:08:26 | 0:08:29 | |
I've never been a father before, Cat. It's not straightforward. | 0:08:30 | 0:08:35 | |
-Still the light of your life, am I? -In the New Forest, is he? | 0:08:35 | 0:08:38 | |
-You know damn well our son's with my mother. -I love you, Cat. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:44 | |
-Give us a fag, then. -I'm out of bleeding fags. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
Give my head a good scratch. Please? Hm? | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
-Oh, lovely! -Where are we living? | 0:08:52 | 0:08:56 | |
-Nowhere. Ow! Velvet your bloody claws! -Scratch your own bloody head! | 0:08:56 | 0:09:00 | |
-Come here. -No. -Kiss me. | 0:09:00 | 0:09:02 | |
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
Erm, excuse me. | 0:09:13 | 0:09:15 | |
-You dropped your handkerchief. -No, I didn't. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:20 | |
-Yes, you did. Right there. -It's not mine, sorry. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:24 | |
You're supposed to take the hanky, | 0:09:24 | 0:09:27 | |
I'm supposed to introduce myself, buy you a drink. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:30 | |
I don't want a drink. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
-Nice try, though. -I've actually never done this before. | 0:09:33 | 0:09:37 | |
No, you've just never been caught out before. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:41 | |
Hello, darling. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:48 | |
Sod you, then! | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
-Picky, picky, picky. -You're late. -I know. It's all her fault. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:57 | |
-Who's your friend? -Queen of Ireland, | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
love of my life, mother of my child, Caitlin Thomas. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:10 | |
Your wife, Dylan? | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
The one and only. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:17 | |
-He didn't mention... -Well, he wouldn't, would he? | 0:10:18 | 0:10:22 | |
You made that, didn't you? | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
I might like you. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:33 | |
Then again, I might not. | 0:10:33 | 0:10:36 | |
I'll await your decision, shall I? | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
I won't hold my breath, mind. | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
-Got a mansion we could share? -Yes. Two little homeless orphans. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:48 | |
-I've only got a room. -Bugger! Condemned to her sister's, then. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:53 | |
I'll be having that, sailor boy. | 0:10:53 | 0:10:55 | |
-Needn't let - -Small matter of a wife? | 0:10:55 | 0:10:58 | |
-Nothing should ever come between us. -Oh, God, Dylan. | 0:11:00 | 0:11:05 | |
-Soul mates, we are, Vera. Always were. -Don't. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:09 | |
Stop talking about me. | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
There's a phone in the hall where I stay. You know. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:17 | |
If you want me, he's got my number. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
What does it mean when she smiles? | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
I don't know. Never did. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
(KNOCK AT DOOR) | 0:11:32 | 0:11:34 | |
God help us. It's the Visigoths from Wales. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:41 | |
Your sister's here. | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
Back from strangling Germans, then, are you? | 0:11:43 | 0:11:46 | |
Left all the other little boys playing with their little pistols. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
-All ging-gang-gooley and yo-ho-ho. -(GIGGLES) | 0:11:49 | 0:11:53 | |
That what you call poetry, is it? | 0:11:53 | 0:11:55 | |
Look, give us a bed and we'll stay out from under your feet. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:59 | |
# Maybe it's because | 0:11:59 | 0:12:02 | |
# I kissed you | 0:12:02 | 0:12:05 | |
# too much | 0:12:05 | 0:12:08 | |
# Maybe that is why | 0:12:11 | 0:12:14 | |
# My kiss means | 0:12:14 | 0:12:17 | |
# too little | 0:12:17 | 0:12:18 | |
# Maybe with a love so great | 0:12:23 | 0:12:28 | |
# And a love so | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
# small | 0:12:30 | 0:12:34 | |
# Maybe I'll be left | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
# With no love | 0:12:39 | 0:12:41 | |
# at all | 0:12:41 | 0:12:46 | |
# Maybe I'll be left | 0:12:48 | 0:12:52 | |
# With no love | 0:12:52 | 0:12:55 | |
# at all # | 0:12:57 | 0:13:01 | |
(APPLAUSE) | 0:13:07 | 0:13:09 | |
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) | 0:13:12 | 0:13:14 | |
Sometimes I can nurse a single pint all night. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:20 | |
-But that's sometimes. -There's your pint. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:23 | |
(SLURS) Thank you. | 0:13:23 | 0:13:26 | |
I'll get them in. You pay, though, Vera, eh? Fair do's. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:33 | |
-Support the starving poet. -You are not a bloody poet, Dylan. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:36 | |
You write films about barrage sodding balloons. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:39 | |
-There is a war on. -You're not the man I married. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:42 | |
I did cartwheels in a rubber corset in Peter Robinson's window | 0:13:42 | 0:13:46 | |
-when I was hungry. -You were never hungry. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:48 | |
-You've always had a man to feed you. -Demonstration purposes it was. | 0:13:48 | 0:13:52 | |
-Bet you can't beat that. -Bet I can't. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:55 | |
He's following me. | 0:13:58 | 0:14:00 | |
Don't you have all the luck! Watch this. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:06 | |
(MEN CHEER) | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
-Causing chaos, my lovely. -What do you need knickers for? | 0:14:17 | 0:14:21 | |
Looking for a good time with a couple of showgirls? | 0:14:21 | 0:14:24 | |
Three more, please. Your drinks are here, chaps. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
-Chief stag's beaten off the main competition. -William Killick. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:34 | |
-Vera Phillips. She's very pleased to meet you. -Rums all round? | 0:14:37 | 0:14:41 | |
-Mm, goody! -Four rums, please. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:45 | |
-Do you do cartwheels? -On the seashore I might. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:51 | |
-Ah. I'll take you there. -You're busy, by the looks of you. | 0:14:51 | 0:14:56 | |
I could do with a bit of sea air. | 0:14:56 | 0:14:58 | |
I'd like to sit on the beach with you. | 0:14:58 | 0:15:00 | |
Don't you know a brushoff when you get one? | 0:15:00 | 0:15:03 | |
Got any smokes? | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
-I enjoyed your show. -Did you? -Yes. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:09 | |
-Hey? -Hay's for horses. -Come for a gallop. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:16 | |
Used to call it busking, singing in the tube stations. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:20 | |
Coppers used to move you on. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:23 | |
-I'll come again, if I may. -Free world. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:29 | |
(EXPLOSION) | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
(WOMAN SOBS) | 0:15:37 | 0:15:39 | |
(ALL LAUGH) | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
Keeping those rums to yourself? We're in danger of breaking a thirst. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:53 | |
I don't melt at the sight of a uniform, that's all. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:56 | |
-Sod it. I don't like nosy parkers. -It was a civil question. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:00 | |
I could have said, "Are you after my husband?" but I didn't. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:04 | |
-(TOILET FLUSHES) -Heartache, that's what I see in a uniform. | 0:16:04 | 0:16:08 | |
I'm not gonna love someone just to have them die off on me. | 0:16:08 | 0:16:11 | |
Who's talking about love? Don't you ever get lonely? | 0:16:11 | 0:16:15 | |
-My work's all I need. -I used to think I'd be a dancer. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:18 | |
Danced night and day. | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
I know, you're one of those. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
No. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
-No! God! -Not one of those, for God's sake! Not that I'm averse. | 0:16:27 | 0:16:31 | |
One of the ones that never got over her first love. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:35 | |
Course I am. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
-(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) -Didn't your mother teach you any manners? | 0:16:40 | 0:16:44 | |
-All I said - -You can walk on your own, I know. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
Keep your hand on your ha'penny my mother taught me. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
-I'm not touching you. -Don't look at me, either. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:54 | |
Fine. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
No, don't do that! | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
What have you got against me, Vera Phillips? | 0:16:59 | 0:17:02 | |
You might be dead tomorrow. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:06 | |
Live while you can, live all you can. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
-I won't see you again. -Of course not. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:14 | |
I'd like my torch back. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:20 | |
Please. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
-(KEYS CLATTER) -Don't let the light out! | 0:17:35 | 0:17:39 | |
(Light of your life.) | 0:17:39 | 0:17:41 | |
Has to wipe its feet before it comes back in again. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:47 | |
No! (LAUGHS) | 0:17:47 | 0:17:50 | |
No! | 0:17:50 | 0:17:53 | |
(Cat! Cat!) | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
-(Little dog needs the toilet.) -(MOANS) | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
Go bark somewhere else. | 0:18:01 | 0:18:04 | |
(Come on, Catty.) | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
Have you got a poem for me? | 0:18:19 | 0:18:21 | |
-You still owe me for the last one. -(CHUCKLES) | 0:18:21 | 0:18:26 | |
I am not a sodding deposit box, Dylan. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:30 | |
What do you think this is? | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
-It could be a scribble. -Could be. | 0:18:44 | 0:18:47 | |
-It could be a bloody limerick, Dullun. -Could be. | 0:18:47 | 0:18:51 | |
Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:58 | |
-Happy piece, is it? -Do you want to hear it? | 0:18:58 | 0:19:01 | |
-Do you? -(CHUCKLES) | 0:19:02 | 0:19:04 | |
Do you want to hear it? | 0:19:04 | 0:19:06 | |
Oh, heavy! | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
When the morning was waking over the war | 0:19:17 | 0:19:21 | |
He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died | 0:19:21 | 0:19:26 | |
The locks yawned loose as a blast blew them wide, | 0:19:26 | 0:19:31 | |
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement - | 0:19:31 | 0:19:34 | |
-Lived. -What? | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
Lived. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:38 | |
Oh, no, it's loved. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:40 | |
-You can't read your own bloody writing. Lived! Lived! -Loved! | 0:19:40 | 0:19:44 | |
He's a hundred sodding years old! He can't remember love! | 0:19:44 | 0:19:47 | |
The bloody word's only there because I bloody wrote it! Dropped... | 0:19:47 | 0:19:51 | |
Ssshhh! | 0:19:51 | 0:19:53 | |
It's mine, isn't it? | 0:19:57 | 0:20:00 | |
What you write. | 0:20:01 | 0:20:04 | |
All my words. | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
And every heartbeat. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:09 | |
-They're all for you. -Really? | 0:20:09 | 0:20:13 | |
Come here, then. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
Come on, you! | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
-(GIGGLES) -(FOOTSTEPS) | 0:20:21 | 0:20:23 | |
-Oh! -Get out of the bed | 0:20:24 | 0:20:27 | |
and come and see what he's done this time! | 0:20:27 | 0:20:31 | |
Oh, dear. Naughty doggy Dylan. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:37 | |
Do you know what that is?! | 0:20:37 | 0:20:40 | |
That's animal behaviour, that's what it is. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:44 | |
-Nicolette, I'm,... I'm... -(SOBS) | 0:20:44 | 0:20:48 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:20:48 | 0:20:50 | |
-Is Vera Phillips there, please? -"Just a moment." -Thank you. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:56 | |
-"Hello?" -Hello, darling. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:02 | |
-"Dylan?" -Course it is. | 0:21:02 | 0:21:05 | |
There was a young hero called Killick | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
Who marched to the top of a... hillick | 0:21:09 | 0:21:13 | |
He stood legs astride And whipped out his pride | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
-And spread Brylcreem all over his fillick. -(LAUGHS) What's a fillick? | 0:21:16 | 0:21:20 | |
-Showing your ignorance now. -William will have a nice one, | 0:21:20 | 0:21:23 | |
-whatever it is. -Not that you're seeing him again. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:26 | |
-He'll still have a nice one. -Come here, Vera Bera. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:30 | |
Come on. Come and have a cuddle. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:34 | |
Go on, you're welcome to it. I don't want him. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:39 | |
Don't change, Vera Bera. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:50 | |
You're the star in my dark sky. Don't you ever change. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:56 | |
What am I in your sky? | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
You're on my earth, Caitlin, just where I want you to be. Come on. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:02 | |
Come and have a cuddle. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:04 | |
-There. -(LAUGHS) | 0:22:08 | 0:22:11 | |
-What are you laughing at? What? -(LAUGHS) | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
What? What is it? | 0:22:16 | 0:22:19 | |
(BOTH LAUGH) What? What? | 0:22:19 | 0:22:23 | |
(BOTH LAUGH) | 0:22:25 | 0:22:28 | |
It's like living with children. Whoa! | 0:22:34 | 0:22:37 | |
(BOTH LAUGH) | 0:22:37 | 0:22:39 | |
-Oh, God! -I'm going to the pub. | 0:22:41 | 0:22:44 | |
(DOOR CLICKS SHUT) | 0:22:46 | 0:22:48 | |
-What's it like having a son? -Oh, exhausting! | 0:22:50 | 0:22:54 | |
I can't imagine it. | 0:22:56 | 0:22:58 | |
He's a whole world away from here. | 0:22:59 | 0:23:02 | |
Safe and sound. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:05 | |
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
You could die in an air raid. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:13 | |
-I'm not going to. -You might. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:16 | |
This is not how I would choose to seduce someone. | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
My firm intention is to live forever. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:22 | |
-Is that a promise? -Cross my heart. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:25 | |
(SIGHS) | 0:23:31 | 0:23:33 | |
You only think you're in love with the poet. | 0:23:35 | 0:23:37 | |
-You know that, don't you? -His name's Dylan. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:41 | |
You can say Dylan, can't you? | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
-So you admit you're in love with him? -A lawyer, are you? | 0:23:43 | 0:23:46 | |
I'm not saying I'm the better man but I'm not married,... Vera. | 0:23:46 | 0:23:50 | |
-And you'll admit, that gives me an advantage. -I'll admit nothing. | 0:23:50 | 0:23:55 | |
On the grounds that it may incriminate you? | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
You're trying to provoke me, aren't you? | 0:23:58 | 0:24:01 | |
First love's alright as far as it goes. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:06 | |
Last love, that's what I'm interested in. | 0:24:06 | 0:24:11 | |
Oh, you think you're so damn wise. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
(GIGGLES) | 0:24:29 | 0:24:32 | |
What do you want, Vera? | 0:24:33 | 0:24:35 | |
Oh, the moon from out of the skies, the stars in all their glitter. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:39 | |
What else? | 0:24:39 | 0:24:41 | |
It makes you know you're alive, wanting. That's what I think. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:46 | |
Oh, I'm alive alright. Every last bit of me. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:49 | |
Oh! Stay there. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
-Right, stay still. -Alright! | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
-Still! -(LAUGHS) | 0:25:03 | 0:25:06 | |
-I'm as good as he is. -Good as who is? | 0:25:10 | 0:25:13 | |
Dylan! The bugger. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:16 | |
He thinks that I am put on this earth | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
to nurture his talent. | 0:25:19 | 0:25:22 | |
Cook for him, have his children, clean for him. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
That's all I'm here for. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
Who's nurturing my bloody talent? | 0:25:28 | 0:25:31 | |
-Your talent, will William nurture that? -I'll nurture my own. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
Cut off his trigger finger, that's what I'd do. I would. | 0:25:37 | 0:25:42 | |
I'd come up quietly in the night and I'd tie him down | 0:25:42 | 0:25:45 | |
and I'd... maim him. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:48 | |
Look at us. How do they live up to us? | 0:25:56 | 0:26:00 | |
-They don't, dirty tarts! -(BOTH LAUGH) | 0:26:00 | 0:26:04 | |
(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS) | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
(BOTH GIGGLE) | 0:26:10 | 0:26:12 | |
(HEAVY THUDDING) Agh! Agh! | 0:26:12 | 0:26:16 | |
-My brother died for the likes of you! -I didn't bloody ask him to. | 0:26:16 | 0:26:20 | |
Bleeding conchie! Lick my bleeding boot! | 0:26:20 | 0:26:23 | |
Welsh seamen, you can smell them a mile off. Agh! | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
What are you protecting him for?! Scum, he is! | 0:26:26 | 0:26:31 | |
Get back to your drinking. Now. Go on. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
He's right. Contamination, that's what I am. I'd stay well clear. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:43 | |
-(CHUCKLES) -No, I'm just gonna stay down here a moment. | 0:26:43 | 0:26:46 | |
Just,... just a little moment. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:49 | |
-You're lying in piss, Dylan. -I've had worse beds. | 0:26:49 | 0:26:53 | |
(GROANS) | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of you. | 0:26:55 | 0:26:59 | |
-Well, see you don't, then. -(LAUGHS / GROANS) | 0:26:59 | 0:27:03 | |
You bloody warriors, you're a bunch of yes men. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:06 | |
You don't even know what you're fighting for. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:09 | |
-To live without fear, me and mine. -Ta. | 0:27:09 | 0:27:13 | |
(GROANS) | 0:27:15 | 0:27:17 | |
Oh, God! (SIGHS) | 0:27:19 | 0:27:22 | |
Terrified, I am, of not, er,... not doing. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:29 | |
War, see, it's useful. It gives the terror a focus. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
Is she in there? Vera? | 0:27:33 | 0:27:36 | |
All you heroes, you think the women just fall at your feet | 0:27:38 | 0:27:42 | |
-at the sight of you, don't you? -You think they don't? | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
Of course, if I could be born again, I'd have a word with God. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
"Make me a hero," I'd say. This way is too much bloody hard work. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
-Come on. -What, go on living? | 0:27:54 | 0:27:57 | |
I've a cure for funk. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
-Death, that's the only cure. -Double? | 0:28:00 | 0:28:03 | |
-You offering? -(CHUCKLES) | 0:28:03 | 0:28:06 | |
# There was a young poet called Dylan | 0:28:06 | 0:28:09 | |
# Who swore that he never would kill 'em | 0:28:09 | 0:28:13 | |
# When called by his country to serve at the front | 0:28:13 | 0:28:19 | |
# He said he would rather make... | 0:28:19 | 0:28:22 | |
(ALL) # Filums! # | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:28:24 | 0:28:26 | |
(DYLAN) Possessed by the skies | 0:28:30 | 0:28:34 | |
And taken by light in her arms at long dear last | 0:28:34 | 0:28:40 | |
I may without fail | 0:28:40 | 0:28:43 | |
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars. | 0:28:43 | 0:28:49 | |
(Touch her and I'll kill you.) | 0:28:51 | 0:28:54 | |
(Caitlin's territory, is she?) | 0:28:55 | 0:28:57 | |
(Caitlin's friend.) | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
(GRUNTS) | 0:29:27 | 0:29:29 | |
# Hang out the stars in Indiana | 0:29:54 | 0:29:58 | |
# Up in the sky of midnight blue | 0:29:59 | 0:30:03 | |
# Hang out the stars in Indiana | 0:30:04 | 0:30:07 | |
# To light my way back home to you... | 0:30:07 | 0:30:12 | |
-Here. -I can buy my own drink. -Just take the bloody thing. | 0:30:13 | 0:30:17 | |
-(RUMBLING) -# A melody just meant for two... | 0:30:17 | 0:30:21 | |
-Care to dance? -I'd love to. Thank you. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
Don't worry, they won't get us down here. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:30 | |
# How could I find in things I sought for? | 0:30:30 | 0:30:35 | |
# No wonder they were all denied | 0:30:35 | 0:30:38 | |
# The very happiness I fought for... | 0:30:40 | 0:30:43 | |
-My round. -Don't be childish. | 0:30:43 | 0:30:45 | |
-Gin drinkers, are they, the children you know? -Dance. Come on. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:49 | |
I'm an independent woman. I can buy a round if I want to. | 0:30:49 | 0:30:52 | |
-And a fight. You can have that, too. -Alright, then. | 0:30:52 | 0:30:55 | |
(CHUCKLES) After a dance. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:58 | |
# Hang out the stars in Indiana | 0:30:58 | 0:31:02 | |
# To light my way back home to you... # | 0:31:02 | 0:31:06 | |
-I won't always do as you say. -Thank you for the warning. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:13 | |
-I won't. -Just dance. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:17 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:31:19 | 0:31:21 | |
(EXPLOSION / GLASS SHATTERS) | 0:31:35 | 0:31:38 | |
(SHOUTS) | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 | |
(SCREAMING) | 0:31:43 | 0:31:46 | |
(COUGHS) | 0:31:48 | 0:31:50 | |
(MAN) Where are you?! Mary?! | 0:31:54 | 0:31:56 | |
-(GASPS) -Come on. This way. | 0:32:08 | 0:32:11 | |
(MAN) I need help over here now! | 0:32:11 | 0:32:14 | |
Vera! Vera. Vera, you can leave her now. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:26 | |
-No, the pavement's wet! -No, she won't feel it. Hm? | 0:32:26 | 0:32:31 | |
-Leave her now. -(GASPS) | 0:32:31 | 0:32:33 | |
Come on. It's alright. It's alright. It's alright. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:41 | |
-(RUMBLING) -Come on. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:43 | |
It's alright. It's alright. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:45 | |
# Have every robin sing a love song | 0:32:53 | 0:32:57 | |
# A melody just made for two | 0:33:00 | 0:33:04 | |
# For in my heart there'll be a love song | 0:33:06 | 0:33:11 | |
# A song I long to sing | 0:33:13 | 0:33:17 | |
# to you # | 0:33:17 | 0:33:18 | |
(GASPS) | 0:33:22 | 0:33:24 | |
I bet you lay this on the ground. | 0:33:28 | 0:33:31 | |
-Why would I do that? -For all the girls. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:36 | |
You won't get me on... | 0:33:37 | 0:33:39 | |
-(WOMAN SCREAMS) -Those people, William. | 0:33:43 | 0:33:47 | |
-Ssh. -All those people. | 0:33:49 | 0:33:51 | |
You've got a raindrop running down your cheek. | 0:34:00 | 0:34:03 | |
Just like a tear. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
Make love to me. | 0:34:15 | 0:34:18 | |
No harm will ever come to you. | 0:35:14 | 0:35:17 | |
Not from me. Not from anyone else. Not while I'm here. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:22 | |
No word of mine will hurt you. | 0:35:24 | 0:35:27 | |
That sounds like a vow. | 0:35:28 | 0:35:31 | |
(DYLAN) 'A stranger has come | 0:36:09 | 0:36:12 | |
To share my room in the house.' | 0:36:12 | 0:36:14 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:36:23 | 0:36:25 | |
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS) | 0:36:30 | 0:36:33 | |
(DYLAN) A stranger has come | 0:36:42 | 0:36:45 | |
To share my room in the house | 0:36:45 | 0:36:48 | |
Not right in the head | 0:36:48 | 0:36:50 | |
A girl mad as birds | 0:36:50 | 0:36:53 | |
She has come possessed | 0:36:53 | 0:36:55 | |
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall | 0:36:55 | 0:36:58 | |
Possessed by the skies | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last | 0:37:03 | 0:37:08 | |
I may, without fail | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:14 | |
I don't like it, Dylan. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:19 | |
I've another couple of lines in my head I'm not sure where to put. | 0:37:24 | 0:37:27 | |
-It's not finished, then? -No, strictly speaking. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:31 | |
Don't write poems for me any more? | 0:37:32 | 0:37:36 | |
(SIGHS) It's just a phase. | 0:37:36 | 0:37:39 | |
Come here. | 0:37:41 | 0:37:43 | |
Bring that body back to me. | 0:37:45 | 0:37:48 | |
(FLOORBOARD CREAKS) | 0:38:27 | 0:38:29 | |
-(LOUD KNOCKING) -Oh. | 0:38:45 | 0:38:47 | |
-Now - -(Ssh!) | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
(CLEARS THROAT) | 0:38:56 | 0:38:58 | |
-It's a marriage licence. -Special one. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:04 | |
-No. -What? | 0:39:04 | 0:39:06 | |
You can't make me. What if I can't love you? | 0:39:06 | 0:39:09 | |
I've been posted, Vera. | 0:39:09 | 0:39:11 | |
-Well, that's a hell of a proposal. -I... love... you. | 0:39:11 | 0:39:17 | |
-I am not marrying you. -No, you don't | 0:39:17 | 0:39:21 | |
-make the decisions any more. -No. | 0:39:21 | 0:39:23 | |
-Say it. Say it. -No. | 0:39:23 | 0:39:25 | |
-Say it. Say, "I'll marry you." -(LAUGHS) No. -Say it. Say yes. | 0:39:25 | 0:39:29 | |
Say yes. Yes! Yes! | 0:39:29 | 0:39:32 | |
-Say yes! -(CAITLIN AND DYLAN) Yes! | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
-Say yes! -Oh, for God's sake, say yes! | 0:39:34 | 0:39:38 | |
My first was Augustus John. | 0:39:41 | 0:39:44 | |
Seduced me when I was 15, the old goat. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:47 | |
It doesn't mean anything, fucking. It's not love. I get an itch, | 0:39:47 | 0:39:52 | |
it's gotta be scratched. I'd do it myself only I'm too lazy. | 0:39:52 | 0:39:55 | |
Why bother when you can get someone else to do it for you? | 0:39:55 | 0:39:59 | |
-Nothing to do with love, fucking? -Uh-uh. Nothing. | 0:39:59 | 0:40:03 | |
Who was your first? | 0:40:04 | 0:40:07 | |
-What? -You don't need to tell me. I know it was Dylan. | 0:40:07 | 0:40:12 | |
-We were kids. Tents piled in a beach hut. -Nice and comfy, then. | 0:40:14 | 0:40:19 | |
We were children, still innocent. | 0:40:19 | 0:40:21 | |
We are still innocent, me and Dylan. | 0:40:21 | 0:40:24 | |
-I only want it as a memory. I don't want it back. -William know? | 0:40:25 | 0:40:30 | |
Don't ever tell him. I can forgive the past, he won't. | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
The past I can forgive. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:40 | |
You warning me? | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
Ahhh! | 0:40:57 | 0:41:00 | |
-You love William, don't you? -You have to love someone these days. | 0:41:00 | 0:41:04 | |
You sure you want to marry him? | 0:41:04 | 0:41:06 | |
I've never had a best friend before. Here. | 0:41:09 | 0:41:13 | |
See if I look like a mermaid? | 0:41:13 | 0:41:16 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:41:18 | 0:41:20 | |
(CHURCH BELL RINGS) | 0:41:22 | 0:41:25 | |
We've a couple of cleaners who'd be pleased to act as witnesses. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:28 | |
They'll be here, they will. | 0:41:28 | 0:41:31 | |
I'm sorry, we've got couples queuing up. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:36 | |
Sorry! | 0:41:36 | 0:41:38 | |
-About bloody time. -See? | 0:41:38 | 0:41:41 | |
Look. Bend down, can't you? | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
Three guineas for a couple of feathers and a piece of cloth. | 0:41:46 | 0:41:51 | |
-Where did you get three guineas? -He wrote a cheque. | 0:41:51 | 0:41:54 | |
Oh, you look beautiful! | 0:41:54 | 0:41:56 | |
-Tell her she looks beautiful. -She is beautiful. Let's get married. | 0:41:56 | 0:42:00 | |
-It was Dylan's idea. He chose it. -You always did have hats. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:04 | |
(PIANO MUSIC) | 0:42:08 | 0:42:10 | |
Would you mind awfully? | 0:42:14 | 0:42:16 | |
I'm terribly sorry. Purely for old times' sake. | 0:42:16 | 0:42:22 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:42:28 | 0:42:30 | |
-Sorry, old chap. -Call of duty. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:35 | |
Carry on, Sergeant. | 0:42:35 | 0:42:37 | |
Oh, treat me right, can't you?! | 0:42:41 | 0:42:44 | |
Oh, no, no! I want to give a toast! | 0:42:44 | 0:42:47 | |
I'm going to squeeze the life out of you. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:50 | |
Yes, after the toast. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:52 | |
Oh, go on, you great Welsh bastard, or I'll break you in two! | 0:42:52 | 0:42:56 | |
To all the things that really matter. | 0:42:58 | 0:43:02 | |
-And bugger the ones that don't. -Hear, hear! | 0:43:02 | 0:43:04 | |
-Can you please get down? -Sing and I might. Sing, Dullun, sing! | 0:43:04 | 0:43:08 | |
(SINGS IN WELSH) | 0:43:11 | 0:43:14 | |
(BOTH SING IN WELSH) | 0:43:18 | 0:43:21 | |
It's that old heiryth. | 0:43:40 | 0:43:43 | |
That old Welsh thing they're always banging on about. | 0:43:43 | 0:43:47 | |
He hates the bloody place, doesn't he? Who doesn't? | 0:43:47 | 0:43:52 | |
But all he wants, see,... he wants back there. | 0:43:53 | 0:43:59 | |
She's no different. | 0:43:59 | 0:44:02 | |
You'll never come between them, not with them being Welsh together. | 0:44:03 | 0:44:07 | |
Why should I come between them? | 0:44:07 | 0:44:09 | |
Course, you've always got me. (CHUCKLES) | 0:44:09 | 0:44:12 | |
(BOTH STOP SINGING) Perfect. | 0:44:14 | 0:44:17 | |
'"For old times' sake," that's what he said.' | 0:44:18 | 0:44:22 | |
-'No harm will ever come to you.' -He'll always be my friend. | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
-'No word of mine will hurt you.' -I can still have friends. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:29 | |
-You're crying. -(SIGHS) | 0:44:35 | 0:44:39 | |
Dreaming, that's all. | 0:44:39 | 0:44:41 | |
-You're shaking. -It'll pass. | 0:44:41 | 0:44:44 | |
You'll come back to me,... I know you will. | 0:44:45 | 0:44:49 | |
Tell me the truth. | 0:44:51 | 0:44:53 | |
You're hurting me. | 0:44:54 | 0:44:57 | |
I want everything to be open between us. | 0:44:57 | 0:45:00 | |
-And fresh and clean. -Stop it. | 0:45:01 | 0:45:05 | |
You and your friend. Tell me. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:09 | |
We were kids, William. | 0:45:11 | 0:45:14 | |
We were on a beach and it happened, once. That's all. | 0:45:14 | 0:45:18 | |
William. | 0:45:21 | 0:45:24 | |
Tell me you love me. | 0:45:24 | 0:45:26 | |
Come back alive and I'll say it. | 0:45:28 | 0:45:30 | |
-Come back to me, I'll say anything you want. -And mean it? | 0:45:32 | 0:45:37 | |
Come back and see. | 0:45:39 | 0:45:41 | |
(BAND PLAYS) | 0:45:53 | 0:45:57 | |
# Drifting | 0:45:57 | 0:46:00 | |
# And dreaming | 0:46:00 | 0:46:04 | |
# While shadows | 0:46:04 | 0:46:09 | |
# fall | 0:46:09 | 0:46:11 | |
# Softly | 0:46:12 | 0:46:16 | |
# At twilight | 0:46:16 | 0:46:19 | |
# I hear you | 0:46:19 | 0:46:24 | |
# call | 0:46:24 | 0:46:26 | |
# Love's old | 0:46:28 | 0:46:31 | |
# sweet story | 0:46:31 | 0:46:35 | |
# Told with | 0:46:35 | 0:46:39 | |
# your eyes | 0:46:39 | 0:46:41 | |
# Drifting | 0:46:43 | 0:46:47 | |
# And dreaming | 0:46:47 | 0:46:51 | |
# Sweet | 0:46:51 | 0:46:53 | |
# paradise # | 0:46:53 | 0:46:57 | |
(SHOUTS IN GREEK) | 0:47:02 | 0:47:04 | |
-Get these men off the aircraft now! -Everybody off the plane! | 0:47:08 | 0:47:11 | |
'Of course you told me because I asked.' | 0:47:11 | 0:47:15 | |
'I should have bitten out my tongue.' | 0:47:15 | 0:47:18 | |
'You're all I love. You're all my need.' | 0:47:18 | 0:47:21 | |
'You're what I see in front of me.' | 0:47:21 | 0:47:24 | |
'And if I look over my shoulder, there.' | 0:47:24 | 0:47:28 | |
'There, I can see your smile.' | 0:47:28 | 0:47:31 | |
'All honour I would give up for you.' | 0:47:31 | 0:47:35 | |
'I could accept defeat if you were by my side.' | 0:47:35 | 0:47:38 | |
(IN GREEK) | 0:47:46 | 0:47:49 | |
Vera. | 0:47:52 | 0:47:54 | |
(VOMITS) | 0:48:08 | 0:48:10 | |
-Do you want me to hold your head? -Christ, no! | 0:48:10 | 0:48:14 | |
Now you'll get fat and Dylan won't love you any more. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:26 | |
-(LAUGHS) -You're a bitch. | 0:48:26 | 0:48:29 | |
It's the past Dylan loves. | 0:48:30 | 0:48:32 | |
And you. | 0:48:33 | 0:48:36 | |
-He doesn't love me at all. -When's William get back? | 0:48:36 | 0:48:40 | |
I keep writing. No word. | 0:48:41 | 0:48:44 | |
-Think he's dead? -I'm still getting his pay. | 0:48:45 | 0:48:50 | |
Army wouldn't pay a dead man. | 0:48:51 | 0:48:54 | |
You'll have to stop singing. | 0:48:55 | 0:48:58 | |
-I'll sing if I want. -(LAUGHS) They won't let you. | 0:48:58 | 0:49:02 | |
Not pregnant, they won't. | 0:49:02 | 0:49:05 | |
Oh, I can't do this. I can't. A mother, me? Look at me. | 0:49:05 | 0:49:11 | |
Well, get rid of it, then. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:14 | |
-It's William's. -Ah. | 0:49:15 | 0:49:18 | |
You love him. | 0:49:18 | 0:49:20 | |
I hate him. Oh, God, I hate him so much. | 0:49:21 | 0:49:25 | |
-Look what he's done to me. -(LAUGHS) | 0:49:25 | 0:49:28 | |
Don't laugh. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
Don't damn well laugh! | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
-I can't do this alone. I can't. -I'm here, aren't I? | 0:49:33 | 0:49:38 | |
-Let's go home, Caitlin. -I don't have a home. | 0:49:38 | 0:49:41 | |
-No, Wales, Caitlin. -Are you insane, woman? | 0:49:41 | 0:49:44 | |
-I've got money. -What, William's pay? | 0:49:44 | 0:49:47 | |
I've savings. Of course I have. | 0:49:51 | 0:49:54 | |
(SCREAMS) | 0:49:55 | 0:49:57 | |
Hold him! Bloody hold him! | 0:49:57 | 0:50:00 | |
(SCREAMS) | 0:50:00 | 0:50:03 | |
-You'll have the whole town hearing you! -Shut your damn mouth! | 0:50:03 | 0:50:07 | |
(SCREAMS) | 0:50:07 | 0:50:09 | |
-You see this here? -Yes. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
(SQUEALS) | 0:50:13 | 0:50:16 | |
-Give it here. -(WHIMPERS / SCREAMS) | 0:50:20 | 0:50:23 | |
(SCREAMS) | 0:50:28 | 0:50:29 | |
-Don't let go! -It's only a baby! | 0:50:29 | 0:50:32 | |
You scream if you want to, Vera. You hear me? | 0:50:32 | 0:50:34 | |
(BOTH SCREAM) | 0:50:34 | 0:50:36 | |
(SAWING) (BOTH SCREAM) | 0:50:37 | 0:50:40 | |
'Please write to me.' | 0:50:43 | 0:50:46 | |
-(BABY CRIES) -'They tell us what to write to our boys, | 0:50:47 | 0:50:50 | |
so we keep the morale up. It's our duty.' | 0:50:50 | 0:50:53 | |
'Damn duty, I say. I'm no heroine, you see.' | 0:50:53 | 0:50:57 | |
'I'm fed up of being on my own. It's not what I married you for.' | 0:50:57 | 0:51:00 | |
'Come home. I've got something I might want to say to you.' | 0:51:01 | 0:51:06 | |
'Remember?' | 0:51:06 | 0:51:09 | |
'You do remember, don't you?' | 0:51:09 | 0:51:11 | |
'Come home. I want to touch you.' | 0:51:12 | 0:51:15 | |
'Where the rain fell on your skin.' | 0:51:15 | 0:51:18 | |
'Damn you for making me feel this way.' | 0:51:18 | 0:51:21 | |
'Damn you to hell and back.' | 0:51:21 | 0:51:23 | |
'And back, William.' | 0:51:24 | 0:51:26 | |
'And back.' | 0:51:26 | 0:51:29 | |
(GUNFIRE) | 0:51:29 | 0:51:32 | |
Down! | 0:51:38 | 0:51:41 | |
Down! | 0:51:41 | 0:51:42 | |
Man down! | 0:51:42 | 0:51:45 | |
Comrade fire! | 0:51:45 | 0:51:47 | |
No, sir. | 0:51:54 | 0:51:56 | |
(GASPS) | 0:52:01 | 0:52:03 | |
(DYLAN) 'Forgive us | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
Forgive us your death that myselves the believers | 0:52:05 | 0:52:08 | |
May hold it in a great flood Till the blood shall spurt, | 0:52:08 | 0:52:13 | |
And the dust shall sing like a bird | 0:52:13 | 0:52:16 | |
As the grains blow, as your death grows, through our heart.' | 0:52:16 | 0:52:21 | |
'Crying Your dying cry | 0:52:23 | 0:52:25 | |
Child beyond cockcrow, | 0:52:25 | 0:52:28 | |
by the fire-dwarfed Street we chant the flying sea | 0:52:28 | 0:52:34 | |
In the body bereft.' | 0:52:34 | 0:52:36 | |
(Come on.) | 0:52:49 | 0:52:51 | |
(Sleep tight.) | 0:52:53 | 0:52:55 | |
-I'm hungry. -(Ssh.) | 0:52:58 | 0:53:01 | |
(The baby is sleeping.) | 0:53:01 | 0:53:03 | |
It's bloody freezing! (SHIVERS) Bloody Wales! | 0:53:12 | 0:53:17 | |
(SIGHS) | 0:53:19 | 0:53:21 | |
When I was little, my da always used to warm me like this. | 0:53:21 | 0:53:24 | |
-You loved him? -Adored him. | 0:53:24 | 0:53:27 | |
-I hated mine. -You didn't hate him. Not hate. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:30 | |
He was loathsome. Pity you're not a man. | 0:53:30 | 0:53:35 | |
-If you were a man, I'd fancy you. -(SNORTING) | 0:53:35 | 0:53:38 | |
-(LAUGHS) -Don't think I didn't know you were there. | 0:53:38 | 0:53:42 | |
-I didn't. -I could smell him. | 0:53:42 | 0:53:45 | |
Come here, Dylan. Let Vera smell you, smell the woman on you. | 0:53:45 | 0:53:49 | |
-She thinks I should twiddle my thumbs while she... -What?! | 0:53:49 | 0:53:53 | |
-What?! -Don't wake the kids, Dylan. | 0:53:53 | 0:53:55 | |
Where are they, Caitlin, your little friends? | 0:53:55 | 0:53:59 | |
Come on, boys, out you come. Feeding time! (LAUGHS) | 0:53:59 | 0:54:03 | |
Ow! She's killing me! Vera! (CHILDREN CRY) | 0:54:03 | 0:54:06 | |
I will kill you! I will! If I catch you at it again, I will! | 0:54:06 | 0:54:09 | |
Why don't you see to the kids, Caitlin? Go on. | 0:54:09 | 0:54:13 | |
-Why do you do it? -I don't do anything. | 0:54:14 | 0:54:18 | |
I do it, sleep with other women,... | 0:54:20 | 0:54:24 | |
-Hello. -Morning. | 0:54:24 | 0:54:26 | |
..because I'm a poet and a poet feeds off life. | 0:54:26 | 0:54:30 | |
-(LAUGHS) -What? | 0:54:30 | 0:54:32 | |
-Pompous sod, aren't you? -I do it because she does it. | 0:54:32 | 0:54:37 | |
She always has. She can't help herself. | 0:54:37 | 0:54:40 | |
It doesn't mean anything to her. | 0:54:40 | 0:54:43 | |
You don't need William. You've got me. | 0:54:43 | 0:54:47 | |
Nothing but you and me | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
with time on our hands and each other to spend it with. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:53 | |
(DOOR CLICKS SHUT) | 0:54:54 | 0:54:57 | |
(FOOTSTEPS) | 0:54:57 | 0:54:59 | |
Hello, Daisy. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:03 | |
Come back with me. Come on. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:11 | |
I'll take you back to a time when we were safe, | 0:55:12 | 0:55:17 | |
where no bombs fell from the sky and no-one died, ever. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:22 | |
You can't go back. | 0:55:22 | 0:55:24 | |
We can. | 0:55:27 | 0:55:29 | |
You and me. | 0:55:29 | 0:55:32 | |
-It's not real. -It is if we want it to be. | 0:55:32 | 0:55:37 | |
Pity about the poor bloody husband. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:55 | |
Off bleeding for his country and paying for the fun back home. | 0:55:55 | 0:55:58 | |
Don't mind if I join you, do you? | 0:56:01 | 0:56:03 | |
(SIGHS) | 0:56:11 | 0:56:13 | |
(SIGHS) | 0:56:16 | 0:56:18 | |
Room for a small one? | 0:56:28 | 0:56:31 | |
Ooh, wartime luxury! | 0:56:34 | 0:56:37 | |
(YELLS) | 0:56:49 | 0:56:52 | |
-You can drop me here. -(BRAKES SCREECH) | 0:56:53 | 0:56:58 | |
(SCREAMS) | 0:56:58 | 0:57:01 | |
-Cat?! -That looks nasty. | 0:57:01 | 0:57:03 | |
Catty, Catty. Cat, Cat, Cat. Cat. Catty. | 0:57:06 | 0:57:09 | |
(SNIFFS) | 0:57:09 | 0:57:12 | |
God, you're drunk in charge of a bike. | 0:57:12 | 0:57:15 | |
And what are you drunk in charge of? | 0:57:15 | 0:57:17 | |
Am I hurting you? | 0:57:20 | 0:57:22 | |
You can't hurt her, she's got skin like a rhinoceros hide. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:25 | |
We're only friends, Dylan and me, you know that, don't you? | 0:57:30 | 0:57:33 | |
-Don't ever lie to me. -I won't. Not ever. | 0:57:35 | 0:57:40 | |
Friends don't lie to each other. | 0:57:40 | 0:57:43 | |
-Still as you can now. -(WINCES) | 0:57:43 | 0:57:45 | |
(RAIN SPLATTERS) | 0:57:45 | 0:57:48 | |
(HUMS) | 0:57:51 | 0:57:53 | |
Tell him to come back, Rowatt. | 0:57:54 | 0:57:57 | |
-Tell your daddy to come back to me. -(BABY GURGLES) | 0:58:02 | 0:58:06 | |
Think he sees it, lovely? Your daddy? | 0:58:06 | 0:58:09 | |
You think he sees the rain? | 0:58:10 | 0:58:13 | |
Hmm? | 0:58:14 | 0:58:17 | |
-(CHILD) Mama, Dada! -Caitlin, shut it up! | 0:58:17 | 0:58:20 | |
You're its father! Play with him, that's what he wants! | 0:58:20 | 0:58:23 | |
-I'm writing! -Dammit! | 0:58:23 | 0:58:26 | |
-Daddy! Mummy! -That's my only... | 0:58:26 | 0:58:30 | |
-Dada. -That's my only draft! | 0:58:31 | 0:58:34 | |
-You'll find it in the cesspit, along with my only life! -Cat! Cat! | 0:58:34 | 0:58:39 | |
Cat! | 0:58:40 | 0:58:41 | |
(TOILET FLUSHES) | 0:58:43 | 0:58:45 | |
(CHILD CRIES) | 0:58:47 | 0:58:49 | |
(SEAGULLS SCREECH) | 0:59:12 | 0:59:14 | |
When I was a windy boy and a bit | 0:59:16 | 0:59:20 | |
And the black spit of the chapel fold, | 0:59:20 | 0:59:23 | |
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women), | 0:59:23 | 0:59:28 | |
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood, | 0:59:28 | 0:59:33 | |
The rude owl cried like a telltale tit, | 0:59:33 | 0:59:37 | |
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled | 0:59:37 | 0:59:40 | |
Ninepin down on the donkeys' common, | 0:59:40 | 0:59:43 | |
And on seesaw Sunday nights I wooed | 0:59:43 | 0:59:47 | |
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes, | 0:59:47 | 0:59:50 | |
The whole of the moon I could love and leave. | 0:59:50 | 0:59:53 | |
(For God's sake, don't wake Rowatt!) | 0:59:53 | 0:59:56 | |
(WHISPERS) All the green leaved little weddings' wives | 0:59:56 | 0:59:59 | |
In the coal black bush and let them grieve. | 0:59:59 | 1:00:04 | |
Wash my back for me? | 1:00:07 | 1:00:10 | |
There is nothing like a proper sponge. | 1:00:17 | 1:00:21 | |
-Give us a kiss, Vera Phillips. -Give us a penny, then. | 1:00:25 | 1:00:28 | |
I haven't got a penny. | 1:00:28 | 1:00:31 | |
Like we used to be. Little dog says, "Play with me." | 1:00:31 | 1:00:37 | |
That's all you'll get. | 1:00:38 | 1:00:41 | |
And don't you wet my jumper. | 1:00:42 | 1:00:44 | |
-We've had baths together before. -We were children then. | 1:00:44 | 1:00:48 | |
-I made love to you on a beach. -Once. And it was cold. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:51 | |
-So lonely. -Not for you. | 1:00:52 | 1:00:55 | |
-Aching with it, you are. -No, Dylan. | 1:00:55 | 1:00:57 | |
-No what? -Don't make mischief. -There's no harm in it. | 1:00:57 | 1:01:01 | |
You're getting me wet! | 1:01:03 | 1:01:06 | |
Walk away, then. | 1:01:07 | 1:01:09 | |
Go on, Vera Phillips. | 1:01:10 | 1:01:13 | |
Hm? Walk away. | 1:01:13 | 1:01:15 | |
-You want us all to love you. -So I can love you back. | 1:01:17 | 1:01:22 | |
Alright, then. | 1:01:27 | 1:01:30 | |
Love me. | 1:01:31 | 1:01:33 | |
(SHRIEKS / LAUGHS) Look at me, I'm soaking! | 1:02:03 | 1:02:06 | |
Ssh! | 1:02:06 | 1:02:08 | |
(DOOR BANGS IN THE WIND) | 1:02:26 | 1:02:29 | |
(THUNDER RUMBLES) | 1:03:03 | 1:03:06 | |
Vera! | 1:03:22 | 1:03:24 | |
Hello. | 1:04:18 | 1:04:20 | |
Where have you been?! | 1:04:31 | 1:04:33 | |
(SIGHS) Nowhere. | 1:04:34 | 1:04:37 | |
I'm going to make laver bread. Look. | 1:04:42 | 1:04:45 | |
No, don't. | 1:04:47 | 1:04:49 | |
You been crying? | 1:04:51 | 1:04:54 | |
They're sending William home. | 1:04:57 | 1:04:59 | |
I've never seen a man love anyone | 1:05:06 | 1:05:08 | |
-the way I saw that man love you. -I'm not that me any more. | 1:05:08 | 1:05:12 | |
I've got Rowatt. | 1:05:15 | 1:05:18 | |
Just tell him you love him, Vera. | 1:05:20 | 1:05:23 | |
What if it's too late? | 1:05:23 | 1:05:26 | |
It's never too late. | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
(BOTH LAUGH) | 1:05:32 | 1:05:35 | |
-It's cold! It's cold! -Of course it's bloody cold! | 1:05:36 | 1:05:41 | |
Catty! | 1:05:41 | 1:05:44 | |
I'm pregnant, you know. | 1:05:49 | 1:05:52 | |
Oh, God, Cat. | 1:05:53 | 1:05:55 | |
-Whose is it? -Don't know. | 1:05:57 | 1:06:01 | |
Can't have it, of course. I won't have it. | 1:06:02 | 1:06:06 | |
-I need money, Vera. -Do you know someone? | 1:06:08 | 1:06:12 | |
-He costs. -Is he safe? | 1:06:13 | 1:06:16 | |
Just say if you can't help. I'll do it myself. | 1:06:16 | 1:06:19 | |
Maybe Wilfred knows how, he's a vet. | 1:06:20 | 1:06:23 | |
-What did you bother with him for? -He's no bother. | 1:06:23 | 1:06:26 | |
Come on, we'll go to the bank. | 1:06:27 | 1:06:30 | |
I'd tell you you'd get it back but you wouldn't believe me. | 1:06:42 | 1:06:46 | |
Treats. Come on. | 1:06:46 | 1:06:48 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:06:58 | 1:07:00 | |
(INSIDE PUB) It's like I only half remember him. | 1:07:08 | 1:07:12 | |
Dark. Good looking. | 1:07:12 | 1:07:15 | |
-Dangerous. -You can't live on memories, though, can you? | 1:07:15 | 1:07:18 | |
There's only so many of them. Use yourself up living on memories. | 1:07:18 | 1:07:23 | |
-It'd be a better place, a world without men. -Possibly. | 1:07:24 | 1:07:29 | |
Dylan, see, sex for him's a giggle. | 1:07:29 | 1:07:32 | |
He makes a joke of it,... whoever it's with. | 1:07:33 | 1:07:37 | |
Bet William's romantic. | 1:07:42 | 1:07:45 | |
I can't remember. | 1:07:48 | 1:07:50 | |
I'll tell you what I think. I think your daddy is very lucky. | 1:08:22 | 1:08:27 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:08:31 | 1:08:33 | |
-(BABY WHINES) -Oh, God, look, Rowatt. | 1:08:33 | 1:08:37 | |
Who's that funny woman? Who is she? (SIGHS) | 1:08:40 | 1:08:44 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:08:44 | 1:08:46 | |
William. | 1:08:54 | 1:08:56 | |
It's me. | 1:08:58 | 1:09:00 | |
I know. | 1:09:04 | 1:09:06 | |
Well, then. | 1:09:11 | 1:09:13 | |
(CLEARS THROAT) | 1:09:13 | 1:09:15 | |
(WHISTLE BLOWS) | 1:09:30 | 1:09:33 | |
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS) | 1:09:33 | 1:09:35 | |
Can't you put him down? | 1:09:57 | 1:09:59 | |
He'll only cry. | 1:10:00 | 1:10:03 | |
What's that? | 1:10:15 | 1:10:17 | |
It's a collage. For you. | 1:10:19 | 1:10:22 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:10:34 | 1:10:36 | |
Hold me, William. | 1:10:37 | 1:10:40 | |
(BABY GURGLES) | 1:10:40 | 1:10:42 | |
-I should deal with the post. -Let them wait. | 1:10:42 | 1:10:46 | |
(DYLAN) 'In my craft or sullen art | 1:11:12 | 1:11:16 | |
(ECHOING) Exercised in the still night | 1:11:16 | 1:11:19 | |
When only the moon rages | 1:11:19 | 1:11:21 | |
-And the lovers lie abed... -William? | 1:11:21 | 1:11:24 | |
..With all their griefs in their arms | 1:11:24 | 1:11:28 | |
I labour by singing light | 1:11:28 | 1:11:30 | |
Not for ambition nor bread | 1:11:30 | 1:11:33 | |
Or the strut and trade of charms on the ivory stages | 1:11:33 | 1:11:39 | |
But for the common wages of their most secret heart.' | 1:11:39 | 1:11:45 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:12:05 | 1:12:07 | |
You alright? | 1:12:11 | 1:12:13 | |
-Are you? -I will be. | 1:12:13 | 1:12:16 | |
Will you? | 1:12:17 | 1:12:20 | |
-I don't know where he is. -Give him time. | 1:12:21 | 1:12:25 | |
He's changed. | 1:12:25 | 1:12:27 | |
-So have you. -He doesn't love me any more. | 1:12:27 | 1:12:31 | |
Everybody loves you. And Dylan. Everybody loves him. | 1:12:31 | 1:12:36 | |
Oh, God! | 1:12:40 | 1:12:43 | |
Oh, Catty! | 1:12:43 | 1:12:45 | |
-Does it hurt? -(SOBS) | 1:12:48 | 1:12:51 | |
I didn't think it would mean anything. | 1:12:51 | 1:12:54 | |
Course, it's a relief. | 1:12:56 | 1:12:58 | |
I'll stop. | 1:13:02 | 1:13:05 | |
(SOBS) | 1:13:05 | 1:13:07 | |
In a minute I will. (SNIFFS) | 1:13:07 | 1:13:09 | |
There, see? Happy Caitlin. | 1:13:14 | 1:13:18 | |
(RECORD PLAYS) # Whistling a tune | 1:13:27 | 1:13:30 | |
# All the live long day | 1:13:30 | 1:13:33 | |
# If you want to know just why | 1:13:33 | 1:13:34 | |
# I can truthfully say | 1:13:34 | 1:13:37 | |
-# I've got a feeling about her... -(SINGS ALONG) | 1:13:37 | 1:13:40 | |
# It was something she said | 1:13:40 | 1:13:43 | |
# She's got me walking on the tips of my toes | 1:13:43 | 1:13:45 | |
-# My hat's on the side of my head... -Let's throw that. | 1:13:45 | 1:13:48 | |
# All my troubles are mended | 1:13:48 | 1:13:50 | |
# She's my needle and thread | 1:13:50 | 1:13:52 | |
# Cos she's got me walking on the tips of my toes and... # | 1:13:52 | 1:13:56 | |
-(NEEDLE SCRATCHES / MUSIC STOPS) -Sorry, I... | 1:13:56 | 1:14:00 | |
(MUSIC STARTS) | 1:14:01 | 1:14:04 | |
I'm sorry. I can't remember when I last... | 1:14:09 | 1:14:13 | |
# I've got a feeling I've found her | 1:14:18 | 1:14:21 | |
# It was something she said... | 1:14:21 | 1:14:24 | |
-Shall we go and have some tea? -OK. | 1:14:24 | 1:14:26 | |
# And my hat's on the side of my head | 1:14:26 | 1:14:28 | |
# All my troubles are mended | 1:14:28 | 1:14:31 | |
# She's my needle and thread | 1:14:31 | 1:14:33 | |
# Cos she's got me walking on the tips of my toes | 1:14:33 | 1:14:36 | |
# And my hat's on the side of my head... | 1:14:36 | 1:14:39 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:14:39 | 1:14:41 | |
# Funny thing what love can do | 1:14:49 | 1:14:52 | |
# Take a little look at me... # | 1:14:52 | 1:14:55 | |
(GASPS) | 1:14:57 | 1:14:59 | |
'All you heroes, you think the women just fall at your feet.' | 1:14:59 | 1:15:03 | |
(GASPS) | 1:15:03 | 1:15:05 | |
'He'll always be my friend.' | 1:15:05 | 1:15:08 | |
-(DISTORTED SCREAMING / LAUGHTER) -(GASPS) | 1:15:08 | 1:15:10 | |
It's a fox. It's a fox, that's all. | 1:15:12 | 1:15:16 | |
-(GASPS) -(FOX SCREECHES OUTSIDE) | 1:15:16 | 1:15:18 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:15:18 | 1:15:20 | |
What's wrong, William? Talk to me. | 1:15:22 | 1:15:26 | |
-Please. -(SIGHS) | 1:15:28 | 1:15:30 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:15:30 | 1:15:32 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:15:33 | 1:15:35 | |
# Bye baby bunting | 1:15:39 | 1:15:44 | |
# Daddy's gone a hunting | 1:15:44 | 1:15:49 | |
# Gone to get a rabbit skin | 1:15:49 | 1:15:54 | |
# To wrap his baby bunting in... # | 1:15:54 | 1:15:58 | |
'(HUMS MELODY)' | 1:16:00 | 1:16:03 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:16:25 | 1:16:27 | |
What did you want me for? | 1:16:46 | 1:16:49 | |
Was it the money? Was that it? Was that all? | 1:16:49 | 1:16:54 | |
Don't,... don't wake Rowatt. | 1:16:54 | 1:16:56 | |
My money to keep your tame poet. | 1:16:57 | 1:17:00 | |
Oh, I had better offers. Richer offers. | 1:17:00 | 1:17:04 | |
You? Have you looked at yourself? | 1:17:04 | 1:17:07 | |
They're my friends. | 1:17:10 | 1:17:12 | |
-I bought them food. You have to feed people - -I've nothing left. | 1:17:12 | 1:17:17 | |
You've got Rowatt! | 1:17:18 | 1:17:21 | |
At least look at him, William! Why can't you hold him?! | 1:17:21 | 1:17:24 | |
Is he Dylan's? | 1:17:24 | 1:17:27 | |
That's what they're saying out there, Vera. "He's Dylan's child." | 1:17:27 | 1:17:31 | |
I love you. | 1:17:33 | 1:17:36 | |
-When did that happen? -I said come back and I'd say it. I said! | 1:17:36 | 1:17:40 | |
You've been with him. | 1:17:43 | 1:17:45 | |
Haven't you? | 1:17:47 | 1:17:49 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:17:49 | 1:17:52 | |
-(DOOR SLAMS) -Hey! | 1:17:54 | 1:17:57 | |
Hey. | 1:17:57 | 1:18:00 | |
Hey. Hey. | 1:18:00 | 1:18:03 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:18:03 | 1:18:05 | |
-What do they want, blood?! -A finished script. | 1:18:05 | 1:18:08 | |
-You've been paid for it! -Not enough. -Be that as it may - | 1:18:08 | 1:18:12 | |
It's like doing my homework! | 1:18:12 | 1:18:14 | |
-It's not even broken down into scenes yet. -I'm not a secretary! | 1:18:14 | 1:18:17 | |
Well, I'm not a bloody writer! | 1:18:17 | 1:18:19 | |
(ALL CHATTER) | 1:18:59 | 1:19:02 | |
-I'm looking for Dylan Thomas. -On the house, Captain Killick. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:06 | |
(CHUCKLES) Ah, yes,... the returning hero. | 1:19:06 | 1:19:10 | |
There will be another when you've finished. The least we can do. | 1:19:10 | 1:19:14 | |
Where is he? | 1:19:17 | 1:19:19 | |
There it is. Waiting for you, see? | 1:19:19 | 1:19:22 | |
It's the spectre of communism. | 1:19:22 | 1:19:25 | |
-That's what frightens them, the Allies. -(CUSTOMER CHATS) | 1:19:25 | 1:19:29 | |
Greece. Now, Greece. It's the communist partisans | 1:19:31 | 1:19:35 | |
that risk their lives to fight the Germans, not the British Tommy. | 1:19:35 | 1:19:38 | |
What they're aiming for, secretly, the Allies, | 1:19:38 | 1:19:42 | |
is for the Germans to wipe out the partisans, | 1:19:42 | 1:19:45 | |
wipe out the communists, | 1:19:45 | 1:19:47 | |
so they won't have to deal with them after the war. | 1:19:47 | 1:19:51 | |
You listen to me. | 1:19:54 | 1:19:57 | |
I held a boy while my sergeant hacked his arm off. | 1:19:57 | 1:20:01 | |
Later I held him while he died. | 1:20:01 | 1:20:03 | |
British boy, he was. That was in Greece. | 1:20:03 | 1:20:08 | |
-I beg your pardon? -We fight! Out there. | 1:20:08 | 1:20:12 | |
So you and your friends can sit around in Hampstead and theorise. | 1:20:13 | 1:20:19 | |
You do that while we bleed our lives away. | 1:20:19 | 1:20:22 | |
What do you know about war? | 1:20:23 | 1:20:26 | |
You people, what do you know about war, hm? | 1:20:27 | 1:20:31 | |
-Drink up, boys and girls, drink up. -(LAUGHS) | 1:20:35 | 1:20:39 | |
Introduce me to your knowledgeable friends. Please, introduce me. | 1:20:39 | 1:20:44 | |
-Just as soon as you calm down. -Oh, you can take my money. | 1:20:44 | 1:20:48 | |
Hm? You take my bloody money | 1:20:48 | 1:20:50 | |
but you can't even introduce me to your friends? | 1:20:50 | 1:20:54 | |
Hah! I'm just a bloody Tommy. | 1:20:54 | 1:20:56 | |
-(BELL RINGS) -Time, gentlemen! | 1:20:56 | 1:20:58 | |
-Gentlemen, please, it's time! -Whisky, double. -Time's called. | 1:20:58 | 1:21:02 | |
-Are you refusing to serve me? -Time's called. -Time?! | 1:21:02 | 1:21:06 | |
-Go home, Captain Killick. -(LAUGHS) | 1:21:06 | 1:21:10 | |
No, don't you laugh at me. | 1:21:10 | 1:21:13 | |
Oh, play the big man. | 1:21:14 | 1:21:16 | |
Come on. Easy in front of a woman, isn't it? | 1:21:16 | 1:21:20 | |
We only have your word that you weren't skulking at the back | 1:21:20 | 1:21:24 | |
with urine running down your leg. | 1:21:24 | 1:21:27 | |
-William, come on. -Don't bother with them, Captain Killick. | 1:21:32 | 1:21:36 | |
-Best off home. -(SIGHS) | 1:21:38 | 1:21:41 | |
(HORN BLARES) (ALL LAUGH) | 1:21:53 | 1:21:56 | |
-What...?! -Take your hands off. | 1:22:03 | 1:22:05 | |
-Put it down! -Please! Take your hands off! | 1:22:05 | 1:22:09 | |
-Put the damn thing down! -Vera! | 1:22:09 | 1:22:11 | |
(GASPS) Vera? | 1:22:11 | 1:22:14 | |
Vera? | 1:22:14 | 1:22:16 | |
(MUSIC PLAYS) Give me words and I'm a giant. | 1:22:27 | 1:22:31 | |
Above all women. | 1:22:31 | 1:22:34 | |
Hm? Words. Beyond the bottle. | 1:22:34 | 1:22:37 | |
More than love. Better than sex. | 1:22:37 | 1:22:40 | |
Words... for me. | 1:22:40 | 1:22:43 | |
Hm? | 1:22:43 | 1:22:45 | |
(GASPS) | 1:22:45 | 1:22:48 | |
Our first night together, | 1:22:49 | 1:22:51 | |
she offered her honour, so I honoured her offer. | 1:22:51 | 1:22:56 | |
I've still got her on offer. Very easily entertained, this one. | 1:22:56 | 1:23:01 | |
Thinks a Guinness with a potato in it is a cocktail. Don't you, darling? | 1:23:01 | 1:23:06 | |
(GASPS) | 1:23:09 | 1:23:12 | |
William, no! | 1:23:13 | 1:23:15 | |
No! No! | 1:23:15 | 1:23:18 | |
No! No! No! No! No! (ALL SCREAM) | 1:23:27 | 1:23:30 | |
Stop, please! Please stop! | 1:23:30 | 1:23:33 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:23:33 | 1:23:35 | |
No-one here means you any harm. Please. | 1:23:35 | 1:23:39 | |
Don't you care? | 1:23:40 | 1:23:43 | |
Your husband and my wife. | 1:23:44 | 1:23:46 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:23:46 | 1:23:49 | |
My son. | 1:23:56 | 1:23:59 | |
You've got a bruise. | 1:24:10 | 1:24:13 | |
Take me home. | 1:24:13 | 1:24:16 | |
Did I do that? | 1:24:16 | 1:24:18 | |
-Take her home, William. -(BABY CRIES) | 1:24:21 | 1:24:24 | |
Not without my gun. | 1:24:25 | 1:24:28 | |
Give me the gun or I'll pull the pin on this and kill the lot of us. | 1:24:29 | 1:24:34 | |
My son. | 1:24:35 | 1:24:38 | |
What did you give it to her for, you daft sod? | 1:24:42 | 1:24:45 | |
There isn't a pin in it, William. | 1:24:49 | 1:24:51 | |
Either it's faulty or... it's just gone off | 1:24:53 | 1:24:57 | |
and we're standing here dead looking at it. | 1:24:57 | 1:25:00 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:25:00 | 1:25:02 | |
(CLICKING) | 1:25:02 | 1:25:04 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:25:06 | 1:25:08 | |
Look, the boy's screaming. | 1:25:09 | 1:25:12 | |
Come home, William. | 1:25:20 | 1:25:23 | |
William. | 1:25:23 | 1:25:25 | |
(SOBS) | 1:25:33 | 1:25:36 | |
(WIND HOWLS) | 1:25:47 | 1:25:50 | |
All they care about is keeping the lid on it | 1:25:52 | 1:25:55 | |
but... that's Wales for you. | 1:25:55 | 1:25:58 | |
Doesn't want the world knowing its business. | 1:25:58 | 1:26:01 | |
I mean, we could have been killed. | 1:26:01 | 1:26:03 | |
-(SIGHS) Cat. -I haven't got any more money. | 1:26:03 | 1:26:09 | |
I've nothing left, Dylan. | 1:26:13 | 1:26:15 | |
Got your toe. | 1:27:02 | 1:27:05 | |
Toe, toe, toe! (LAUGHS) | 1:27:05 | 1:27:08 | |
(BABY GURGLES) | 1:27:18 | 1:27:21 | |
-Can I...? -Hold him, then. | 1:27:29 | 1:27:32 | |
See? | 1:27:41 | 1:27:44 | |
You won't hurt him. | 1:27:47 | 1:27:49 | |
Thank you. | 1:27:56 | 1:27:58 | |
Shall we take him out? | 1:28:01 | 1:28:04 | |
Now. | 1:28:07 | 1:28:09 | |
You're an expert. | 1:28:23 | 1:28:25 | |
Eyelashes like feathers. Like yours. | 1:28:29 | 1:28:33 | |
-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -Captain Killick, it's the police. Open up. | 1:28:33 | 1:28:37 | |
Oh, God. | 1:28:37 | 1:28:39 | |
-One way to get rid of me, eh? -William,... | 1:28:39 | 1:28:42 | |
..I love you. | 1:28:44 | 1:28:47 | |
Come here. | 1:28:49 | 1:28:52 | |
(SIGHS) | 1:28:55 | 1:28:57 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:29:14 | 1:29:17 | |
Don't think I don't understand. His kind of violence, I mean. | 1:29:33 | 1:29:39 | |
I do, it's just I've never had a Sten gun handy. | 1:29:39 | 1:29:43 | |
Tea's got scum on it. | 1:29:45 | 1:29:47 | |
-(BABY GURGLES) -He's a beauty. | 1:29:47 | 1:29:51 | |
Does William think he's Dylan's? | 1:29:54 | 1:29:57 | |
Is he Dylan's? | 1:30:00 | 1:30:02 | |
No. | 1:30:02 | 1:30:04 | |
(SIGHS) I've used up all the sugar. | 1:30:07 | 1:30:09 | |
Were you sleeping with him? | 1:30:13 | 1:30:16 | |
I love my husband. | 1:30:18 | 1:30:21 | |
(CHUCKLES) | 1:30:21 | 1:30:23 | |
I should kill you. | 1:30:26 | 1:30:28 | |
You're my friend. | 1:30:28 | 1:30:31 | |
For lying, I mean. | 1:30:32 | 1:30:35 | |
For lying to me,... Vera. | 1:30:40 | 1:30:45 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:30:54 | 1:30:57 | |
(DOOR CLICKS SHUT) | 1:30:57 | 1:30:59 | |
You look smart. Quite your old self. | 1:31:09 | 1:31:12 | |
I recovered five empty bullet cases from the gravel. | 1:31:18 | 1:31:22 | |
The walls being made of wood and asbestos, | 1:31:22 | 1:31:25 | |
the bullets had penetrated through to the living room, | 1:31:25 | 1:31:28 | |
where I also found five more empty bullet cases. | 1:31:28 | 1:31:31 | |
(All with him, aren't they? The whole village.) | 1:31:31 | 1:31:35 | |
-(OFFICER CONTINUES TALKING) -(I'm the bard, aren't I?) | 1:31:35 | 1:31:38 | |
-(They've just met him.) -(Ssh.) | 1:31:38 | 1:31:40 | |
..a grenade and 100 rounds of 9mm ammunition. | 1:31:40 | 1:31:45 | |
He used to lay minefields, Captain Killick. When he left an area, | 1:31:48 | 1:31:53 | |
he used to dig up the mines he'd laid. | 1:31:53 | 1:31:56 | |
Why don't you take the witness box and sing Killick's praises? | 1:31:58 | 1:32:02 | |
-Why don't you? -Everybody loves a hero. | 1:32:02 | 1:32:05 | |
Captain Killick didn't know he had to hand in his weapons? | 1:32:05 | 1:32:08 | |
He's an expert marksman. If he'd been intent on murder, | 1:32:08 | 1:32:12 | |
-he couldn't possibly have failed. -Answer the question. | 1:32:12 | 1:32:18 | |
-Scratch my head, Cat. -Can't. | 1:32:18 | 1:32:21 | |
Is there any reason why a man of your rank | 1:32:30 | 1:32:34 | |
-should strike a woman in the face? -No, sir. | 1:32:34 | 1:32:39 | |
-Why did you go to the Thomas bungalow so late? -I have no idea. | 1:32:39 | 1:32:44 | |
They cut me dead. I suppose they didn't want to see the goose | 1:32:44 | 1:32:49 | |
that laid the golden egg. I thought I'd show them that war is real. | 1:32:49 | 1:32:55 | |
There was no-one in my line of fire, so I fired at a partition. | 1:32:55 | 1:33:00 | |
I never imagined the bullets would penetrate. | 1:33:00 | 1:33:03 | |
-The walls were asbestos. -I didn't know that. | 1:33:03 | 1:33:06 | |
-I wanted to frighten them, that's all. -There was a child present. | 1:33:06 | 1:33:10 | |
Is,... is that a question, sir? | 1:33:12 | 1:33:15 | |
I can't live without him. | 1:33:26 | 1:33:28 | |
Did you know the entire unit were killed when they went back out there? | 1:33:31 | 1:33:35 | |
Wiped out. That would have been him. | 1:33:36 | 1:33:40 | |
I'm begging you to help him. | 1:33:41 | 1:33:44 | |
It saved his life, this trial. Did him a favour. | 1:33:44 | 1:33:49 | |
Dylan,... please. | 1:33:52 | 1:33:55 | |
-You were the star in my sky. -(SIGHS) | 1:34:09 | 1:34:13 | |
-You can't stay the same all your life. -I can. | 1:34:13 | 1:34:18 | |
You'll help him, won't you? | 1:34:22 | 1:34:25 | |
-It means that much to you? -William's my world. | 1:34:26 | 1:34:30 | |
Him and Rowatt. I've no room for anyone else. | 1:34:33 | 1:34:38 | |
I don't want... anyone else. | 1:34:38 | 1:34:42 | |
I see. | 1:34:48 | 1:34:50 | |
I do, I see. | 1:34:52 | 1:34:55 | |
Mr Thomas? | 1:35:02 | 1:35:05 | |
Captain Killick and I were... no more than acquaintances. | 1:35:17 | 1:35:21 | |
We would occasionally stand next to each other at the bar. | 1:35:21 | 1:35:25 | |
Captain Killick was... stone-cold sober on the night of the shooting | 1:35:25 | 1:35:30 | |
and it is my firm belief | 1:35:30 | 1:35:32 | |
that he tried to kill me, that he tried to kill my wife | 1:35:32 | 1:35:36 | |
and that he tried to kill my son. | 1:35:36 | 1:35:38 | |
-Why? -You. | 1:35:45 | 1:35:48 | |
Leave Caitlin. | 1:35:50 | 1:35:53 | |
Go on. Leave Caitlin. | 1:35:54 | 1:35:57 | |
You've got rid of the opposition. Now you come on. | 1:35:59 | 1:36:02 | |
Leave your wife and live with me. | 1:36:03 | 1:36:06 | |
Do you see? | 1:36:11 | 1:36:14 | |
You want a 15-year-old girl back on the beach,... | 1:36:17 | 1:36:20 | |
..not me. | 1:36:22 | 1:36:24 | |
You don't even see me, do you? | 1:36:26 | 1:36:29 | |
Dylan. | 1:36:29 | 1:36:31 | |
All you've got is stories in your head. Words. | 1:36:34 | 1:36:38 | |
And I have to be real. | 1:36:39 | 1:36:41 | |
William... makes me real. | 1:36:44 | 1:36:48 | |
If you have sent my beloved husband to jail,... | 1:36:55 | 1:36:58 | |
..I will never forgive you. | 1:37:00 | 1:37:03 | |
It is my opinion that it is not an innocent hand that wields a gun | 1:37:24 | 1:37:29 | |
against a civilian household. | 1:37:29 | 1:37:31 | |
It is, however, your peers who judge you and not I. | 1:37:32 | 1:37:36 | |
They have found that there is no evidence | 1:37:36 | 1:37:39 | |
to support the charge of attempted murder. | 1:37:39 | 1:37:42 | |
I have, therefore, no choice... but to pronounce you free to go. | 1:37:42 | 1:37:47 | |
(ALL CHATTER) | 1:37:49 | 1:37:51 | |
(BOTH LAUGH) | 1:38:25 | 1:38:29 | |
(LAUGHS) | 1:39:30 | 1:39:33 | |
There's that smile. | 1:39:58 | 1:40:00 | |
I never meant to hurt you. | 1:40:01 | 1:40:04 | |
Might as well, I suppose. Smile, I mean. | 1:40:06 | 1:40:10 | |
Write, Catty. | 1:40:13 | 1:40:16 | |
-I'll leave that to Dylan. -Write to me. | 1:40:16 | 1:40:19 | |
Don't be lonely. | 1:40:32 | 1:40:35 | |
Don't you, Catty. | 1:40:39 | 1:40:42 | |
Don't you. | 1:40:44 | 1:40:46 | |
(DYLAN) 'Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write | 1:41:02 | 1:41:07 | |
On these spindrift pages | 1:41:07 | 1:41:10 | |
Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms | 1:41:10 | 1:41:16 | |
But for the lovers, their arms | 1:41:16 | 1:41:20 | |
Round the griefs of the ages...' | 1:41:20 | 1:41:23 | |
# Was it a marriage made in heaven? | 1:41:45 | 1:41:50 | |
# Was it a gift from God above? | 1:41:52 | 1:41:57 | |
# Do you believe the things you told me? | 1:41:59 | 1:42:05 | |
# Or was it simply careless love? | 1:42:07 | 1:42:12 | |
# You told me once when we were dreaming | 1:42:14 | 1:42:19 | |
# Through life together we would walk | 1:42:21 | 1:42:27 | |
# Those words of love seemed set in starlight | 1:42:28 | 1:42:34 | |
# But now it seems like | 1:42:36 | 1:42:38 | |
# careless talk... # | 1:42:38 | 1:42:43 |