All language subtitles for all_in_good_faith_s01e05_an_eye_for_an_eye

We have the bedroom at the front of the
new vicarage and the windows are four by

six. Yes.

We'll either have to buy new curtains or
use the ones in Peter's room.

Well, use Peter's then.

Trouble is, I've never been very fond of
the Incredible Hulk.

The Hulk?

When did he get rid of the naughty ones?

He hasn't had those for years.

Oh, pity. I could have lived with
naughty in the bedroom, despite the fact

a racist.

What's he doing?

It's a new remedy for headaches based on
aquapuncture. You press your thumbs

into the soft bits on the other side of
your head.

Does it work?

No, it's lovely when you stop.

I said it's psychosomatic.

Put on by the inability to throw away
old clothes.

I thought I'd been pretty ruthless.

Ruthless? Your side of the wardrobe
looks like the back room of an Oxfam

You hang on to things till they fall
apart.

That's probably due to faulty potty
training, most things are.

Now, the more we give to the church
sale, the less we'll have to pack.

So, let's be a little more ruthless,
shall we?

Starting with this. We are not getting
rid of that.

That's my boating blazer. You don't go
boating.

I might when we get to Edendale. Ah, on
the local canal amongst all those rusty

bedsteads. How do I look?

You look like a collapsed deck chair.

Take it off.

You should have seen me then.

What's this doing here?

You are not getting rid of that.

That is my favourite jacket.

I'm sure I remember giving that away to
last year's church sale.

Well, you couldn't have done it, did
you?

I know I did.

So what's it doing back in your
wardrobe?

Well, they were only asking 50p for it.

You mean you bought it back again?

We've been through too much together for
me to let it go for a measly 50p.

Right. This year we'll charge a quid. A
quid? And don't you dare buy it back.

Right. We need more space.

So, could you get the suitcase out from
the top of the wardrobe?

And put the jacket back in the box,
Philip.

Dad, it's all soft on her fiancé
downstairs.

What? Oh, yes, I'm trying to explain the
significance of the Christian marriage

ceremony to them. They're not due till
12.

Well, they've come early because he's
got a lunchtime darts match.

Oh, I see. I'm glad he's got it for
ours, he's right.

All right, show him the study, will you,
Miranda? OK.

Is that Maggie, all soft's daughter?

Yes, I think they're hopelessly
mismatched, but, well, she's absolutely

determined to get married. Yes, well,
she always struck me as the upwardly

nubile type.

Yeah, well, I'll bring a stepladder up
for that case when they're gone.

Philip? Yeah?

You don't think she has to get married,
do you?

Well, frankly, I think she's just doing
it to get away from her mother, and

knowing her mother, I don't blame her.
No, no, no, no, no.

Thank you.

Rotten.

Oh, Peter, we're supposed to be getting
rid of junk, not carving more in.

I'm planting.

What are they teaching you, advanced
bootlegging?

It's for the sketch in the end -of -term
concert.

Count Dracula's coffin ends up in a Wild
West saloon.

It's called Go For Your Gum.

Sounds like something you could really
get your teeth into.

Yes, Dad, we're using that joke.

So can I borrow your tape recorder?

I want to record some screams.

Well, I'm not doing any screaming for
you. Ask Miranda if she's good at that.

Hello, Paul. Hello, Freddie.

Oh, morning, Vicar.

Shall I keep you a minute?

Looks like you had a party last night,
Vicar. I know, I know.

Those are my sons.

It's got expensive taste, hasn't it?

They're just empty bottles for the
school play.

Yeah, but who emptied them, eh?

Shut up. No.

Right.

Thank you for seeing us earlier, Light.
I got a darts match.

I did try to get him to chuck it. But I
told him he wasn't married yet.

You wait till we are. I'm not giving up
my darts.

We'll see about that.

Oh, yeah, and how are you going to make
me?

It's very nice to see you, whatever the
circumstances. Now, where were we last

week? Oh, yes. Now, last week we spoke
briefly about the significance of the

wedding ceremony from a Christian
viewpoint.

Well, now, this week let's try to find
out what each of you hopes to get from

the union.

Pardon?

What are you expecting?

Expecting? Am I expecting?

Who says I'm expecting? I didn't mean
that, Tracy. I'm sure you're not.

Yes, of course you did. What I mean is,
what do you, as a woman, hope to get out

of marriage?

I'm sorry, Mr Lamb, he just won't take
this seriously.

Well, let's start with that then. Now,
Paul, is Tracy right when she says that

you won't take marriage seriously?

Of course it's serious.

For the manic virgins, I'm the tragic.

Well, that doesn't sound exactly
enthusiastic, Paul.

I don't mind.

Ah, well, no, that's not enough, you
see. That's not enough. You must really

want it. Oh, I want it, all right. It's
getting married I'm not sure about.

Stop, Paul.

Now, look, you've asked me to marry you
before I leave for my new parish. But

quite frankly, I don't think your
relationship is sufficiently secure for

consider marriage yet.

You what?

Oh, well, easy come, easy go.

You don't know nothing about us. We love
each other. Yes, but you also have to

live with each other. And for that, you
have to know how to communicate.

Now, for instance, have you discussed
children?

I am not pregnant.

No, I'm talking about communication,
Tracy. Now, for example, my marriage

wouldn't have survived during the last
few months if Emma and I didn't know how

to talk to each other. I mean, we had
the most rightful rows, really going at

it, hammer and tongs. All right, but
just because your marriage is on the

why should we talk?

You see, my wife didn't want to leave
this parish. But through discussion, I

able to persuade her to change her mind.
You're not changing mind. Come on,

Paul. Yeah, right.

And if you won't marry us, we'll find a
vicar who will. Now, Tracy, wait a

moment. Cheers!

And this time, one that doesn't have a
drink problem.

What?

What are you doing?

It's watered -down ginger ale. Looks
realistic, doesn't it?

It certainly fooled Paul and Tracy.

What would you like?

No, thanks very much. What I really need
is an aspirin.

What's the matter?

Nothing, Dad. Just doing the sound
effects.

Thanks so much.

I did my headache a power good.

Ah, Tracy.

Is your mother coming down to help with
the sale?

After what I tell her, she won't be
coming near the church, let alone your

He's not till Mr. Lamb's gone.

Why? What's happened?

His marriage is breaking up, so he's
refusing to marry us.

I had a feeling something was wrong.
Even the kids are in the bottle.

His wife didn't want to leave him.

I told you she wasn't happy about it.

His family persuaded her, didn't he?

Gentle, sir.

Probably him, persuading her.

David, stay here.

Look, do you mind doing that somewhere
else? Your mother will think I'm

throttling you. Come on, Shakespeare, we
carry on screaming upstairs.

I say, I say, don't forget your script.

You wrote all this, did you?

Yeah, I wrote it in the back of the
science class.

I see, did you?

Is it going to be as bad as last year's?
What, Joseph and his amazing

Technicolor Brazier?

That's the one.

It will be just as embarrassing as last
time. No, it won't. Yes, it will. All

the boys and girls with balloons shoved
up their front. But this year they won't

be allowed to bust.

He doesn't get it from me, Lord.

At least I hope he doesn't.

Yes, genuine 70 % proof ginger ale.

Ginger ale, yes, of course.

Oh, Emma's upstairs getting things
together for the church sale. I'll go

hurry her up. How is Emma, by the way?
Well, a bit punch drunk.

Punch drunk? Yes, well, having to cope
with the church sale and the move.

Yes, she wasn't too keen to go in the
first place, was she? Oh, no, she really

dug her heels in, but we finally
thrashed it out.

Thrashed it out? It was a real battle. A
battle, but now she's as keen as you

are, is she?

Well, not quite. I had to be pretty
tough with her.

Tough, how tough?

Well, ask yourself what you have done.

Yes, Philip, I think I will.

Take it to you. Count it off.

Oh, no, no, look, I'd be a lot happier
if I got up there. Get down, I'll get up

there. I can manage.

This is the age of equality, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Ah! What happened?

That's one in the eye for equality.

Let's have a look.

Oh, that's going to come up a right
treat.

Oh, thank you, Philip. That makes me
feel a lot better. Come on, come on,

get you out of the kitchen. You're going
to need something on that.

I told you to let me do it, didn't I?

I say, need any help up there?

All right, Major.

Gangway. What? What's happened?

Emma's just had a smack in the eye.

Go on in there. Go on.

Emma, how did this happen?

Oh, it was my own fault. I was just
being stupid.

Yes, you were.

Right. Shove that on it.

A large steak is what's called for.

I'll take the fridge.

This is what comes of not doing what I
tell you.

Emma, are you saying this happened just
because you disobeyed Philip?

No, she was hitting me out of the
cricket ball, Major.

Cricket ball?

This custard must have been in here for
months.

You were playing cricket in the bedroom?

No, no, on top of the wardrobe.

You were playing on top of the wardrobe?

No steak, I'm afraid. What about a
handful of mince? There isn't any ice in

freezer. Look, I've got to get back to
Mavis.

But remember, Emma, if there's anything,
anything at all, we're no further away

than the nearest telephone.

Nice of the Major to be so concerned.

He gave you an awfully odd look as he
left. I don't think he's forgiven me yet

for leaving his beloved parish.

There's a lot of latent hostility there.
Any ice?

No, but I think I found the perfect
substitute.

What? Try a frozen steak burger.

Oh, very funny.

Well, I'm only doing my best.

Oh.

What's happened, Charles?

What was all that screaming?

I shall have to telephone the Bishop
Maybeth. It's my duty.

church walking.

Sir Philip is drinking heavily.

Worse than that, my dear.

He started beating his wife.

I can't believe it, Philip. I won't.

I'm as astonished as you are, Celia, but
Charles was there.

He heard it happen.

Philip went upstairs.

Started shouting.

There were the most frightful screams.

A thump.

A silence.

And then he dragged poor Emma down the
stairs nursing a black eye.

But she didn't actually say Philip had
done it, did she? She's a loyal wife,

Wilf. If only battered wives would learn
to speak up.

Or learn karate.

He had been drinking, remember?

And popping pills.

Charles saw him do it.

Obviously, why they're moving.

His behaviour's getting out of hand. And
we've got wind of it. They can't just

arrive. Not a word until Charles arrives
with the bishop. But we can at least

show our disapproval of Philip's
brutality.

Ah, afternoon, ladies. All saving away.
That's the idea.

Hello, Miss Charles. Everything going
smoothly?

Oh, obviously not.

Ah, Wilf, what a splendid show. That
must be one of yours. How do you get

so big?

I treat them with tenderness, like it's
best to treat all living things, be they

maris or your missis.

Sound advice, Wilf, sound advice.

Hello, Mrs. Bedivere. How's the leg?

Getting back, getting, getting back,
getting... Hello, Mary's dear.

Sorry you're so late.

The major told you about a little
mishap, did he?

Oh, yes, he told me all about it.

Poor old Emma looks as if she's gone ten
rounds with Frank Bruno.

And how many rounds did she have to go
with you?

Oh!

I say, Celia, splendid Tom Bowler prizes
this year. I shall be buying a few

tickets myself.

On rejection, I think that alcohol at a
church function is a mistake and can

turn the most decent of men into
monsters.

Well, not in moderate...

Made a beeline for the bottle, I see.
Oh, not half. You know me.

Oh, and a great collection of junk.

Male chauvinist pig.

Well, as long as he's got a slot on the
top for the money, who cares?

Oh, I'd love those.

on the wife, I suppose.

Oh, yes.

Easier on the knuckles.

It's easier on the knuckles.

Oh, I'll take that. Oh, thanks.

Remember what I said about the major's
resentment at us leaving?

Yes. Well, it spread.

What? Even Celia cut me dead. Be
prepared for the old cold shoulder. The

atmosphere in there could freeze a
microwave.

I'll go and get the other box.

myself from kicking him right in the
ugly i tell

you they're ignoring

it actually philip i think they're
ignoring you it's not disloyalty

to philip my lord but the last incumbent
of this parish was an alcoholic and if

my fears are correct yes yes you were
quite right to call it's fortunate i was

in the vicinity

If I may be allowed to talk to them
both, privately.

Oh, yes, don't worry. I'll clear the
hall very discreetly.

Ah, my dear Philip.

Hello, Bishop.

And Emma. Bishop!

Oh, dear.

That's a bit of an eyesore.

No pun intended.

Well, she got a bit out of hand, so I
had to give her a knuckle sandwich.

You basket!

Ah, yes.

Bring your basket, Will.

Some more stops are right, so we're all
going out to bring it in. If there's any

trouble, Mrs Lamb, I'll be right
outside.

Well, this is an unexpected pleasure,
Bishop.

Yes, I was on my way to dine with
friends. I saw the sale advertised, so I

thought I'd drop in for a few bargains.
Ah, now I think I've got the very thing

for you. Here we are. I've been looking
for a good home for this.

Ideal for gardening. Only a quid. I
don't think so, Philip.

It's a jacket fit for a king, let alone
a bishop.

I'd hate to rob your parishioners of
such a majestical bargain.

Just as you say, Bishop.

You haven't said how you came by it. I
think I got it in Skegness, actually.

no, it means my black eyes, Philip.

Oh, sorry. It was a stupid accident,
Bishop.

You would tell me if there were any
problems, wouldn't you?

Well, there is a problem, actually.

Yes? I'm not very popular with the
parishioners at the moment. No? I think

they're angry about me leaving.

Is that the only reason?

Well, until we announced it, we were
very popular with everyone.

And what have you been saying to my
Tracy?

Hello, Margaret. How dare you! There you
accuse her of being pregnant. I didn't.

Saying she's not ready for marriage.

How would you know with your own
marriage coming apart at the scene?

Wife beat her. Wife beat her? And you
should get out of the house when he

drinking. The villager, you screaming.

Screaming when?

This morning at the vicarage. That was
our daughter, Miranda.

You beat her as well, do you?

Certainly not. Hey, wait a minute. I was
hitting the eye with a cricket ball.

If you can aim like that, you ought to
be bowling for England.

Oh, for the last time.

My black eye has nothing to do with
Philip. We all admire your loyalty.

It has nothing to do with loyalty
either. It's the truth.

But Emma, don't scream. That wasn't me.

That was sound effects from Peter's
school play. He's doing Dracula.

And as for you, Bishop, how could you
possibly imagine that Philip would raise

hand against me or anyone else? Oh, one
has to check these things out, my dear

Emma. Even though one may suspect
they're nothing more than old wives'

Oh, my dear Philip, is there anything I
can do to make amends?

Well, there is one thing, Bishop. What's
that?

Give us a quid for the jacket.

I'll tell you something, Philip.

I'm beginning to hate the sight of
books.

Don't worry. Only one of the 700 to go.

Let's have a look at that eye. Oh, yes,
it's improved a lot these last few days.

Not glorious technicolour at all. Just
plain old black and white, eh?

You were really fantastic on Saturday,
you know. The way you ticked everybody

off, including the bishop. Oh, well, I'm
just glad it's all blown over.

It would be a shame if there was any
unpleasantness our last week here.

Dad, it's the Major.

And the outlook's stormy.

Philip! Emma!

I've been reflecting on the events of
last weekend and I'm far from satisfied.

So I've called an emergency meeting in
the parish hall for this evening.

What on earth for?

Important things were left unsaid.

Things? Yes.

What kind of things?

Important things.

The meeting starts at eight o 'clock. Be
there.

What was all that about?

Things.

Ah. No light.

He did say it, didn't he? Yes.

Then why are there no cars outside?

Well, they'll be here in a minute. The
fuses must have gone. Come on.

All's in darkness, too.

Yeah. Come on. The fuse box must be here
somewhere.

Let's go home and tell him we don't like
it here. Don't be so silly.

I know I'm being silly, but I feel we're
being watched. Look, Emma, even with

your vivid imagination, I assure you
there's nobody here but us chickens.

Well,

I'll be damned.

Well, if you are, there's not much hope
for the rest of them.

Emma,

Philip, I said earlier on that important
things have been left unsaid.

One of them was that...

We're all going to miss you somewhat.

And the other is that we've got a small
presentation to make. Celia, where the

devil are you? Here I am, Major.

We wish you all joy and happiness in
your new parish.

Thank you, everyone.

It's rather appropriate, given recent
events.

What? It's a punchbowl.

A little something especially for you,
Philip. I know you was wanting this.

Well, you've made me a very happy man.

What is it?