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THUNDER RUMBLES

FLURRY OF WINGS

GASPING

All... flesh... is... grass!

All... flesh... is... grass!

No. You don't want to leave me.

You want ritual humiliation.

I can give you that.

Sorry. I'm a mess. I've fouled up.

Emotionally, I'm incompetent.

I can't express feelings I have to cover them with patter and abuse.

Intellectually, I'm a hypocrite.

Yes. Able to dissect, diagnose,

treat the faults of every personality but my own.

And, physically, I'm a wreck.

I'm corkscrewing my liver,

sandpapering my lungs.

Yes, I have to admit,

I wonder if Wee Willy Winkie will ever light me with his candle again.

I love you, Judith. Those three words.

They are the truffle you find after snouting through the shit.

I'll change. I'll try.

Marriage isn't five furlongs on a spring day at York.

It's four miles over fences at Newton Abbot in November mist.

That's better. Do I detect a smile?

If I can get a smile out of you, I'll know you've not really left me.

Not here. Judith, don't cry. We can work this out.

We're intelligent people. We can see our way through this mess.

Thank you, I owe you one!

Look me up in the Basketmakers' Arms.

Study's at the front, dining room. Kitchen's there. Living room here.

Right, living room first.

Fitz.

You want ritual humiliation, right? I'm selling the house.

I'll give you anything you want – We go halves.

Listen to me – I don't want anything off you.

Sorry. I'm a mess. What?

I shall look after Katie. I expect you to do the same for Mark.

What?

I get Katie, you get Mark.

Oh, I see. You get the lochs and glens and I get the toxic waste dump.

If you sign these papers, everything can be settled amicably.

Marriage isn't five furlongs on a spring day at York.

You're not funny!

Can you come back another time? He's about to turn nasty.

Ah!

Grr!

In the car and go.

You're too civilised, Fitz.

Let your anger out, express it!

Otherwise, one day it'll turn on you like a badly treated dog.

You've got to take it for walkies, throw it a stick!

It's the only way you'll ever be free!

Bitch! Harridan! Harpy! Witch!

Wife!

CRASH!

TYRES SCREECH

Not any more, Fitz!

I'll send you the bill.

Out there is hatred, confusion and bedlam.

People without direction, wandering blindly – desperate people.

Hungering for certainty in a world of snowflakes.

But in here is fellowship, love and peace.

The peace of those who have surrendered to the Lord. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Now, er,... Joanne.

Would you care to read?

INAUDIBLE

"Charity beareth all things, believeth all things,...

..hopeth all things, endureth all things."

"Charity never faileth."

"But whether there be prophecies, they shall fail."

"Whether there be tongues, they shall cease."

"Whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away."

"For we know in part, and we prophesy in part."

Thank you. You read beautifully.

Dean, would you finish the chapter?

Dean?

Dean! Read the book.

Do what Mr Kenneth tells you.

"But when that... which is... perfect is come,...

..then that which is in part shall be done away."

"But when I became a man, I put away childish things."

"For now we see through... a glass darkly."

Kenneth and I love walking holidays.

Especially the Lake District. It's where we spent our honeymoon.

Excuse me, there's a young man I want to meet.

Hello! I'm delighted you brought him along.

Never too early to start.

Thank you very much.

You see things through your fingers, not "through a glass darkly".

See you. You see me.

Glad you could come.

It's great you passed first time. See, the power of prayer!

Hello!

Denise, hello, how are you?

Very well, thank you.

Good night!

Off on my rounds! Ah, bless you.

I'm checking Dean can run the factory when we're away.

Will you be long? A couple of hours.

See you tomorrow. Eight sharp!

I'll be ready. Good night.

Right, young man. Show willing!

Yes, Mr Michael.

Bye.

See you next week!

Joanne, can I give you a lift?

Have you seen Katie Fitzgerald?

Rosie! Where's Katie? It's not her soccer night?

She's not here any more. Is she sick?

She's gone.

What kind of gone?

To another school.

What?!

Rosie! Don't be scared. It's me. It's me.

It was a shite school, anyway!

They got away in good time? Kenneth's keen on punctuality.

Michael was ready by seven. Sitting waiting.

Norma, is everything...

Ginny...

Is everything all right? With you and Michael?

Michael? Yes, yes!

No, it's... erm...

What's wrong?

Norma, what is it?

Mm?

If it had been anything else...

If somebody had just told me...

I'm sorry.

How long have you known?

I didn't know.

But I was suspicious.

How long have you been suspicious?

Ever since she came to the church.

I feel so stupid.

If you were suspicious, who else was? Who else knows?

Michael? He said he didn't.

You told him?

Who else?

Filthy little tart!

Hop in.

Better than the school bus.

"Charity beareth all things, believeth all things,...

..hopeth all things, endureth all things."

You read those words beautifully the other day.

Thank you.

And they are such beautiful words, aren't they?

Yes.

Yeah, they are such beautiful words.

Is Mr Trant at home?

Mr Trant is not at home.

Mr Trant is in Cardiff with his brother. Mr Trant is back tomorrow.

As I'm sure he must have told you.

You'd better come in.

I've got something to show you.

Look at them! Look at them!

What's wrong? Can't you look? They make you feel sick?!

Cos I tell you, they make me feel sick, utterly sick!

It's sickening... It's not.

It's not sickening. Or disgusting. Only the photos make it look so.

How can you say...

We love each other.

He said he loved you, did he?

He does love me.

And I love him.

You believe that, do you?

It's true. We do love each other.

We want to live together, get married and...

Married?

Yes. Because –

He's already married.

He'll get a divorce.

Divorce?!

Marriage is a holy sacrament!

You can't believe that Kenneth...

Surely you see that he will never... He will.

For the baby.

I don't know, Norma,

I don't know what to do.

What?

Oh, would you?

Oh, bless you, Norma!

"Safe sex is breast worship."

"Come play in my wardrobe."

"I'll tie you and tease till you say please."

God! Why don't you say hello when you lift the phone?

No, this is not a dirty phone call.

Yes, this is your daughter's erstwhile husband.

Charming (!)

You didn't hang up when you thought you were onto a good thing.

Hello, me again – Vlad the Impaler! Is my wife there? If she is, I'd...

Where?

She doesn't have any friends. They're our friends.

Well, where? I want to talk to my daughter and wife, you old bas...

Sorry. Slap wrists – mustn't lose my temper.

I'd like at least to talk to Kate.

Well, would you convey a message?

Ask her to phone me at the house. Can you manage that?

Please!

Thank you! You're very kind!

A case for patricide in a nutshell.

Have you told your parents?

What are they going to say?

Have you told them?

No.

But you can't carry on as if – Kenneth will.

Kenneth?

He'll talk to them first.

Do you mind if I use the loo?

No, it's upstairs.

I know where it is.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I ought to tell my parents.

Kenneth will speak to them later.

She knows where it is! Ginny...

She knows where it is.

She's been here before!

I suppose he took her to our bedroom. I suppose they...

Shut up! Listen!

I have tried to be a good Christian but, oh, God, help me. Help us!

Do you realise what you're doing? You'll ruin him!

You only care about the baby! You don't give a damn about...

You'll ruin his career! He'll never get another job!

And his mother...!

You selfish little bitch!

You did it deliberately! You led him on!

You came to the Fellowship and...

Oh, God – the Fellowship!

Can I ring my dad and ask him to collect me?

That won't be necessary.

You can stay the night here.

Here? Talk to Kenneth tomorrow.

I can't stay the night here! I can't stay here!

You're staying here!

(SCREAMS)

Right, bye, Michael. Love to Norma.

Any problems, Dean? No problems, Mr Michael.

Good. I'll put the kettle on.

SHIPPING FORECAST ON RADIO

Norma! I dropped Michael at the yard.

Everything all right?

Virginia's in the dining room.

Virginia, this is monstrous! You can't believe it!

The truth, Kenneth!

Fantasies, that's all! They are not fantasies!

She's 16 years old! She's 30 years younger than I am!

At that age, a girl's imagination runs riot.

Michael.

I wasn't aware of it.

Perhaps she had a crush.

Girls often get crushes on teachers, fantasise...

Is she fantasising about being pregnant?

Pregnant? She told you that?

Yes.

You'd take her word against mine?

It's not just her word!

What, then?

Have my enemies been slandering me?

You mean malicious gossip? No...

Virginia...

No, no... Virginia.

Now we've always trusted each other.

All I ask is that you trust me now.

Kenneth!

Thank God you're here! Tell her, please!

What are you... Tell her you love me!

Love you? You're out of your mind.

I told you – she's fantasising, she's sick.

Sick? Sick – yes, a sick child!

I'm not a child. I'm pregnant.

You're lying. She's lying!

Ginny...

Oh, God...

Oh, God, forgive me.

I was tempted and I fell.

Oh, I have sinned most grievously.

Virginia, forgive me...

Forgive me...

BOXING COMMENTARY ON TV

DOOR OPENS

Here we are.

Has she stayed away before, Mrs Barnes?

Oh, Mary. Jane.

No, never. I mean, never without letting us know.

I've sat up all night. I couldn't think what else to do.

How old is she? 17.

Last month.

Did she have a party? Sorry, you are...

Mr Barnes.

She's not the party type.

Is that First Communion?

Oh, yes.

She loved that day.

Her favourite ever, she says.

Yes, yes, yes!

Brilliant right hook.

Would it be possible to take this photo?

I would like it back.

Of course.

I hate to lose any bit of her.

It's the only solution.

What is?

Abortion.

I don't know.

In normal circumstances, we couldn't countenance it. But...

Quick. Painless.

Her parents need never know. Nobody need know but us.

I think Norma's right. It's one solution.

No.

It was God's will that I'm pregnant.

I'm not having an abortion. I'm having your baby.

I'm going home now.

I'm going home to tell my parents that I'm pregnant.

Kenneth,...

..I want you to come with me.

With you?

He's the father.

There's no need to tell them that Kenneth is the father.

Oh, but I do.

I'm going to tell my parents. I'm going to tell the whole school!

Um,... Joanne,...

..wait.

Look at you! You look a sight!

Here.

You don't want to face your parents like that.

You'd frighten them to their death.

Now don't look so tragic! Cheer up! It doesn't suit you.

Now, would you like to try a smile? Just a little smile?

There, that's much better!

Isn't that better?

Oh, yes, much better.

Now, no more conflict.

No more division.

We are united as servants of the Lord. Let us pray for his guidance.

Joanne,... let us pray.

(Let us pray.)

There's something about the family.

Door-to-door, radio and TV, but we know this already.

He watched a boxing match, sir. Come again?

Her dad didn't seem bothered, just sat there, watched the fight.

Is that a crime? I have an instinct about this.

What do you want to do? I want Fitz to talk to him.

(SIGHS)

You got something to say? No, sir.

Nothing at all? No, sir. Well, piss off!

Sir.

What's up? They're reaching for the Batphone!

Lots of school. Sports day, school trips...

She's very involved at school.

Not just work – socially as well.

Any boyfriends?

Joanne, I mean.

Joanne's a good girl.

My Katie.

Course, she's not run by hormones, but I'll not be ready when she is.

A good girl.

Katie's the goodest, most intelligent, the funniest,

the most attractive girl the universe has ever seen.

And one day she'll be snogging with some spotty string of slime...

..not good enough to clean her shoes.

I know it, but I'm never going to be ready for it.

No.

It doesn't reflect on us or our kids if they explore their sexuality.

Perhaps...

Joanne is not that kind of girl.

Have you any idea – PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Hello. Joanne, is that you?

Hello?

Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, there's no news of Joanne.

Yes. Bye.

Father O'Ryan.

Wanting to know if there's any news on Joanne. He wants to help.

The parish priest?

Yes.

She used to be very devout but...

..well, she hasn't been going for a few months.

You know what they're like at that age, the young ones.

I take it you've tidied up?

No. This is just as she had it.

JOANNE SOBBING

Joanne's room – very bare, eh? Monastic, like a cell.

Her mum said she used to be devout.

You'd still expect a few pop-star posters – Cliff Richard or the Pope.

Are you buying me another beer? It's your round.

I'm temporarily embarrassed.

A chaser too, for me.

Two halves and a whisky, please.

His daughter is missing. The one thing he cannot admit to –

..that dank sewer stink coming up from his guts

that tells him she's in trouble.

Like a doctor or dentist,

the person you avoid when there's trouble is a detective,...

..whose existence confirms your worst fears.

Face it, Panhandle, the last person anybody wants to see is you.

Judith's pretending to leave me again.

What? What did I say?

You can spot a guilty cough in a crowd

and not notice World War III at home.

Ah, you've seen my home! Have a nice evening on your own!

I was beginning to think you'd ditched me.

The Headmaster is expecting us.

Excuse me, young man, this is a school.

That's where I started.

Good morning. Kenneth Trant. How do you do?

I'll ask some of her friends to speak to you.

You won't be disturbed in there. Shan't be a moment.

Put it out, Fitz!

So really, you're her only friend?

It's all right, Sarah.

We just want to see that Joanne is well. She won't get into trouble.

You're in the year below Joanne?

Yes.

She had no friends in her own year?

Did Joanne have a boyfriend?

Her parents thought she was too young.

Did you see Joanne outside school? Did you go to raves and all that?

No?

Her parents wouldn't let her. They were very strict.

They wouldn't let her wear make-up.

And she wanted to? Oh, yeah, she wanted to.

She wanted to be like the other girls.

She couldn't wait to leave home.

She said once she wanted to run away to London.

Thank you, Sarah.

How strict were her parents? Did they ever hit her?

Sometimes.

Thanks. You've been very helpful.

Don't tell Wise. I have to tell him something.

He'll say she's a runner. Well, she might be.

Runners try to make friends and fail. Joanne never even tried.

They try alcohol, tobacco, drugs. That's not Joanne.

They row with parents, sag off school. Not Joanne.

She's not run away.

"I heard another voice from Heaven saying:

..Come out of her, that ye be not partakers of her sins

and that you receive not of her plagues."

"For her sins have reached unto Heaven

and God hath remembered her iniquities."

"Reward her even as she rewarded you,

and double unto her double according to her works."

"In the cup which she hath filled, fill to her double."

"How much she hath glorified herself, so much sorrow give her."

"For she saith in her heart:

I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow."

"Therefore, shall her plagues come in one day,

death and mourning and famine."

"And she shall be utterly burned with fire."

"For strong is the Lord God who judgeth her."

This isn't a runaway.

Cheesed off at home, hitches down to the smoke and never looking back.

In her school uniform?

Sudden impulse? She runs off with a fella? She's up the jack?

Joanne has never tried tobacco or alcohol or sagged school.

That's not your typical runaway.

Fitzspeak.

Is it?

Yes.

OK, carry on. But I want proof a crime's been committed.

Right.

Hiya! How are you?

Are you getting taller or am I getting shorter?

Police. 257 here.

Mum's not here yet. I thought we – Mum gave you this.

Oh, I see.

Can I have an ice cream?

God, I'm so stupid – I've come away without my wallet.

Mum left some money in the letter.

Oh, I didn't know she was psychic.

I've forgotten my bag. Can I have a 99?

Pervert! Menacing our kids, you child molester!

No, you've got it wrong.

I'm picking my daughter up!

They can't all be your daughters!

Excuse me. Mind your own business! Mind your own... Piss off!

Go on. Arrest him!

6'1", 19 stone, Caucasian.

Yellow fingers on right hand.

Tremulous when deprived of alcohol.

Permanently wrinkled suit.

Appendix scar. Mole to left buttock–

Thank you, love, we've got it.

Yes, that's him – my husband.

And this is my wife, and this, as I've already said, is my daughter!

I want the names of the officers –

Fitz!

They'll be sorry they left traffic patrol!

Come on, Katie, we're going home.

Say it, Joanne. Say it.

I... I...

Say it!

Confess. Save your soul.

I... have...

I...

She can't.

She can't say it!

It's her sin that's stopping her.

I have committed...

I have sinned...

I have corrupted...

I have corrupted...

I love you!

Forgive me!

Please,...

..forgive me!

It is God's forgiveness you must ask, Joanne. Not mine. Not ours.

I must atone...

You must be punished.

I must be punished.

I must be punished.

'Come home, Joanne, to Mum and Dad.'

Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, whoever you're with,...

..we can accept it.

All that matters is that you're well.

Any other problems we can sort out, you, me and your dad.

Anything you'd like to add?

My wife has said everything.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Lift up your voice with strength.

Lift it up.

Be not afraid.

Say unto the cities of Judah.

Behold your God.

Behold my God.

Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord.

Lord, hear my voice.

Let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.

Lord, have mercy on this poor sinner.

ALL: Lord, have mercy.

She that hath committed iniquity.

Forgive her, O Lord.

And grant redemption.

She that hath sinned against thee.

Forgive her, O Lord, and grant redemption.

She that hath done wickedly.

Forgive her, O Lord, and grant redemption.

That she may enjoy the blessings of eternal life.

Eternal life.

Open the doors, Dean.

Come on, get the box.

Come on, Dean, get the...

That's it.

That's it.

I... er...

I... er...

I have to go now, Dean.

No questions.

No questions asked.

Dean...

Please...

I...

ITFC Subtitles JULIE SUTHERLAND