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Good night, sweetheart.

All my prayers are for you.

Good night, sweetheart.

I'll be watching all you.

Tears and parting may make us alone.

But with the dawn, a new day is born.

Papering over the cracks in my life.

I think you're going to need a bigger brush.

What do you reckon to Hawaiian sunrise?

I don't know.

It's difficult to tell on top of patterned wallpaper, isn't it? Fair

Well?

Why do I suddenly fancy a can of tango?

Are you here for a reason?

Yes, I'd like some rent.

What happened to the wad of white fibres I got for you last week?

Modern rent.

Fibres with pictures of Elizabeth II on them.

I've got a lot of expenses at the moment.

Your wife's a millionaire.

I can't keep going to Yvonne for handouts. I have my pride.

You let her buy you a Porsche?

Yeah, now I've got to find the money to run it.

Don't expect sympathy from a man in a paper suit.

Plus, I've got a VE night party to pay for.

All that Tesco finger food's going to put a nasty crimp in the gold jar.

So for you, Tommy, the fight is finally over, yeah? Oh, yes.

It's been rough, it's been tough, but I think I can say I've played my part.

And now peace has broken out. You won't be able to confie without you're off on

a secret mission every five minutes.

Au contraire, mon brave.

There won't be a week goes past without some convenient little conflict breaking

out somewhere.

First of all, I'll have to help finish off the Japs. That takes us until

after which I'll organise the Berlin airlift.

Then there's Korea.

the Mau Mau uprising in Kenya, communist insurgency in Malaysia.

You know, even after all this time, I'm still dumbfounded by your devious

resourcefulness.

To any other citizen, that is a litany of international Catholicism.

To you, it's just a convenient way to go on shagging two women.

God bless.

I think that's the best song you've ever written.

Even better than Karma Chameleon? Well, it's a toss -up, but the last waltz wins

because I understand the words.

Fancy a little nightcap before we hit the road?

Hmm, I won't mind a small port.

Felix, no.

It's a small port.

Oh. I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to intrude. That's all right.

Would you care for a Felix, though, Kenneth?

Well, that's very decent of you, Mrs Sparrow.

I was wondering if we should push all the tables up against the wall.

Oh, I'm getting a bit old for that sort of thing, Phoebe. I prefer a nice comfy

bed.

I mean so as we can fit more people in on VE night. It's got to be soon.

You know, it's a strange thing, War, Mrs Sparrow. You think it's all over?

It is now.

Not necessarily.

The Germans might...

suddenly rally like they did in the Battle of the Bulge.

Mm, maybe.

But my money's on May the 8th.

Next week?

You sure?

You must have friends in high places.

Oh, absolutely.

Me and Lord Nelson, we're like that.

It'd be so wonderful to have you home for good.

It's time we thought about a little sister for Michael.

Yeah, well, hold on, Phoebe. I mean, the war may be over in Europe soon, but

there's still Japan, not to mention Korea.

Korea? Have you seen... I think you're making a career out of this secret agent

life. You've got another thing coming.

Look, we'll talk about it later.

No, we will not talk about it later.

Done your bit. That's an end to it.

Mrs Sparrow's a lovely lady.

Voiced like a nightingale.

Maybe I should change my name.

Have I got news for you.

Word is, Mr Attlee's going to perform the official reopening of our old boys'

club. Yeah.

I should push the fall of Berlin off the front page.

Do you reckon?

No.

I'm ever so excited. Only Mr. Attlee helped set up the club back before the

Great War. He personally taught me to play ping -pong.

Really? It's going to be a do and everything.

Do you think he'll remember me?

He probably keeps a picture of you by his bedside, Reg.

You daft. Where would he have got a picture of me from?

You get off home, Mrs. Farrow. We'll finish up here, won't we, Reg? Yeah, of

course. You go off and get your beauty sleep, Phoebe. Not that you need much.

You're not going to get much. Oh, Gavin.

You know, I'm a great admirer of Mr Ackley myself.

I'd very much like the chance to shake the great man's hand.

Do you think you'll be able to wangle some tickets for this little party?

Oh, I should think so, with my police connections.

And if you take your ping -pong bat with you, perhaps Mr Ackley will give you a

knock -up.

What?

Ron, Gary was in Wigan last night, wasn't he? If you say so.

Oh, no.

Or did he say Rippon? Did he?

Yvonne, I'm a bit tied up at the moment. I've hired a stripper.

What?

It's only until midday, so I want to get my money's worth.

Oh, you're disgusting.

It's a wallpaper stripper, Yvonne.

Oh. Is something wrong?

There's been a car crash near Wigan. It's on the telly.

There's a Porsche just like Gary's, squashed flat as a... I mean, what if

him?

Hi.

Whoa. Hey, it's a nice welcome. What's up?

I thought you'd been killed.

Say again?

A silver Porsche was hit head -on by a truck near Wigan.

Wigan? Well, you said you were going to Wigan.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, well, I did, but I'm fine.

The car's fine. Everything's fine.

Oh, it's such a shock. I thought I'd lost you. Oh, don't be daft.

Well, I hope the trip was worth it.

A few Lancashire light fusilier cat badges and a wartime tin of whale meat.

And a fancy sandwich, see?

Still had a nice walk round.

Went for a stroll on Wigan Pier.

You kidding?

No. Wigan Pier?

No. As immortalised by George Orwell.

Wigan doesn't have a pier. That was the joke.

Well, there's a pier there now.

It's not much of a pier. More a sort of jetty thing.

A jetty? Yeah, well, you know, jetty, wharf, breakwater dock thing.

Which you went for a walk on.

A walk alongside of? Yeah, but what is this, geography A -level?

Are you sure you've been in Wigan?

No, all right, I admit it, I haven't. I was lying.

I went to Wigton.

Where I attended a Melvin Bragg convention, only I was too embarrassed

it. All right.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going for a shower. It gets very hot in that

Excuse me, can I have a lift?

You made a major cock -up there, Gary.

Oh, my God.

Hi.

You OK?

What is it?

Look, if this is about that... wig and tear thing.

I saw you.

Where?

At the shop.

I saw you in the yard.

Materialised, just like Doctor Who's phone box.

Then you ran into the shop, ran out again and disappeared through the fence

again.

Well?

I don't know what to say.

What you've just said is impossible.

I know it's impossible, but it's what I saw.

Yvonne, this is real life, OK? Not the X -Files.

I can't walk into walls.

Look, I'll show you.

Look.

So, what is it? I'm going bonkers, is that it? No.

Probably a bit stressed out, yes.

You know, what with selling the business, becoming a peer, then joining

Babes.

No, it's a week in a health farm. That's what you need.

Don't you want to know why I was following you?

Not really.

I was following you because I found this in your wallet.

Were you with her when you were in Wigan?

Is that it?

Who is she, Gary?

I don't know who she is.

It's the only picture I've got of my grandad, and I know it's not my grandma.

Well, I managed to get three whopping brandies down her, so she's sleeping

a baby.

What about when she wakes up in the morning?

Well, with any luck, she'll realise that she can't have seen what she thought

she saw.

What she did see? Yeah, whatever.

I think she's stuffed me, Ron.

What am I going to do?

Gary, how many times have we been here?

Don't you think it's time you considered the groundbreaking option of doing the

right thing by the people who love you?

Tell the truth.

Oh, yeah.

Like, Yvonne, the reason you saw me vanish is that I travelled back to 1945,

where I have a wife, a son, and a burgeoning reputation as a war hero.

Or I could try... Phoebe, you know the reason I know so much about the war?

because I'm an illegal immigrant from 1999. Is that the sort of thing you

Think about it.

And then you push that button there and he jumps up and kicks the alien in the

goonies. Goonies!

Did Michael just say what I thought he just said?

No. Kick him in the goonies!

That's charming.

You can't say that in front of the baby fitter.

How do I look?

Lovely. New dress?

Yeah.

New in 1938.

You OK?

Yeah.

Phoebe, I've got something to tell you.

Something really... Look, you're going to think this is incredible, but... What

is it?

You've got to promise me that you won't tell anyone else.

And you must promise me that this won't change anything between us.

What is it?

Phoebe, I... Hitler's dead.

No.

We were up all night at HQ arguing about when to break the story.

He's really dead.

He's really over.

Yeah. He did himself in the night before last.

nasty Mr. Hitler's dead.

The war's going to be over and we'll have Daddy back for good.

Mr. Atlee was much taller last time I saw him.

When was that?

1911. And you were how old?

Nine.

Oh, yeah, right.

Silly me.

Greg, are you tipsy?

Tipsy? It'd take more than four double gins to get me drunk.

Don't drink gin.

Oh, no.

It's what I told Kenneth. He said... What did you say? I said it isn't every

that Adolf Hitler dies.

Right. Please welcome the Right Honourable, clemently, your local MP.

It is a pleasure to be back here, in the East End, among old friends

and comrades.

I have fond memories of my life here, in the days before the Great War, although

times then were hard.

Indeed, I once wrote a poem about this place that means so much to me.

I'll wager you're surprised.

Clement Attlee had a romantic streak.

Suffice to say, I was younger then.

I know this club will help produce the strong young workers of tomorrow

to help us to construct a better Britain.

Thank you.

Go on!

You won't mind!

Mr. Attlee. Mr. Attlee.

Reginald Dedman. Do you remember?

You taught me ping -pong.

March the 13th, 1911.

Mop a curly ginger air.

It'd make my day if you'd honour me with a quick knock -up.

Please.

It will make a lovely picture, sir.

Oh, very well.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm just... Get a drink.

Well, Peter, he was always a master of spin.

We thought Peter Mandelson started it.

Wait!

Gary!

Stop him, Reg! Why?

Oh, for heaven's sake!

He was fiddling with your pint.

Cyanide, sir.

Nothing to worry about.

Just someone who's had a little too much to drink.

Gary.

Not me, Reg.

Sparrow. Gary Sparrow.

You probably saved my life.

Thank you.

My privilege, Mr. Atlee.

Not that I imagine I'll be much missed.

Oh, I beg to differ.

I think you'll be our next Prime Minister.

The leader of a great reforming government.

I doubt whether the electorate would be so ungrateful as to turn Mr Churchill

out of office after all he's done.

Oh, you listen to my Gary, Mr Attlee. He's very rarely wrong about these

I'm sorry I lied, Yvonne, but there is another woman and I'm in love with her.

I love you too, of course I do, but there's a little matter of my son.

Maybe it's just shifted. I mustn't panic.

No, it went away once before, remember?

Just a question of waiting.

You all right, Sam?

No. Well, what is the... Go on, move over.

What do you mean?

You've been in the pub.

Oh, I just had a couple of pints. What?

A couple for each year of the war.

While I was sitting on a dustbin.

I can't get back.

Well, of course you can't. It's a code.

It's a code to... to death and...

You've got to go down Duckett's Road into Whitechapel Road. I mean I'm stuck

here forever.

And I don't belong here, Reg. I'm not from here.

I have to come and go. I have another life.

Responsibility. Yvonne!

Yvonne what?

It's because I saved Attlee.

That's why I was sent back here in 93.

And now I've fulfilled my destiny.

So the time portal is closed.

And I'm never going to see Yvonne or Ron or Baywatch ever again.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Not for me. I want the truth. Where is Gary?

I don't know.

That is the truth.

Liar. You must know. He always confides in you.

He's been gone three days now and not a peep out of him.

He has got another woman, hasn't he?

Who's that?

You're barging in here while I'm unwinding with a life in the day of

Roberts. Get up.

Shower. Don't shave.

Ron, I've been doing the hip -hopping class at the gym and I'm eager to...

practice on a large, flabby scout victim.

Yvonne, I really think this is something for you and Gary to... Ah!

Ron, I hope you find this message.

I'm stuck in the part.

The time portal's vanished.

Tell Yvonne I'm sorry.

Tell her everything.

Try to explain.

The lock's playing up.

Coming up.

Yeah, OK.

Yeah, I think it's definitely broken, you know.

I'll just get my screwdriver.

Coming up.

And Gary's been doing this for the past six years.

He tried to tell you right at the beginning, but, well... So, the

good news is I'm not going mad. I did see Gary vanish.

And the bad news is that all the accepted laws of physics are crap.

Something like that.

Ron, you'll understand if I never want to see you again as long as I live.

Yeah, right.

Absolutely.

We are the champions.

No time for losers.

Because we are the champions of the world.

Come on, Kerry.

Give us another one.

Oh, I don't know, Roach. I'm a little tired.

I know it's VE night, but I'm suffering from a sense of anticlimax.

I thought I had that once. Just turned out my underpants were too tight.

I bought some mini Kievs.

I think these are going to help, son.

They're to eat, Reg.

Oh, Lauren.

They're nice.

Where did you get them from?

I fast -forwarded to 1999 and popped into Marks & Spencers.

No,

would you tell Phoebe I'm just popping out for some fresh air?

It's V .E. night.

I know.

But in 1999, it's E .R. night.

Right.

Don't worry.

Silly phase I'm going through.

Gary.

You could be inches away and I'll never see you again.

What are you doing here?

I missed him too.

Who says I missed him?

Anyway, I'm not talking to you.

Now I know.

You're talking to someone who isn't there.

He might be.

He might be on the other side trying to get back.

Yvonne, he can't.

Anyway, it's for your day.

He's probably up west.

An old coward and the gang.

Rolling out the barrel, knees at Mother Brown and hokey -cokeying. Oh, and

that's supposed to make me feel better?

No.

But the point is, he's stuck there and you're stuck here.

You're both going to just have to get on with your lives.

I suppose so.

You know, I wish I could pass through this time warp thing just once.

I know.

Give him such a slap.

Do you think he really did love me?

Still loves you.

More than her?

As much as her.

But you think she loves him as much as I do? Please, Yvonne, I... Well?

You really do love Gary, don't you?

Well, try not to sound so surprised.

It's just...

You've been so busy lately.

Maybe he didn't realise.

Perhaps you're right.

Gary.

I love you.

I miss you and I want you back.

What am I doing here?

Not like Yvonne's going to be on the other side of the fence.

Talking to a brick wall.

Not a bad metaphor for me, Yvonne.

Who are you talking to?

How did you get here?

Reg saw you catching a taxi.

I was worried.

Why are you here, of all places?

I don't know.

Something special about the East End.

Like Mr. Atlee said, this is the soul of London.

I just love it here.

And this is where you and I first met?

No, it isn't.

We met down the Royal Oak.

Not down some smelly alley.

Yeah, well, there's a big knees up on at the Oak. I wasn't in the mood.

Just thought I'd be on my own for a bit.

Well...

I don't want to be on my own anymore, Gary.

I want us all to be together.

Like a proper family.

Me too.

Come here.

You're not going to go away anymore, are you?

No.

This is where I belong now.

Anyway, where is that to go?

Good night, sweetheart.

Sleep will banish sorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Till we meet tomorrow.