All language subtitles for The Blue Boy-resync

-DOCTOR: Can you see that,
Mrs Bonnar?
-Mmm-hmm.

DOCTOR: There, look,
that's baby's head.

And those two darker patches,
they're the baby's eyes.

And at just over three months,

you can see baby's
bone structure's developing
very nicely indeed.

And the heart muscles
are working beautifully, too.

-Look, do you see that?
-MARIE: Yes, yes.

That is just the most
amazing thing.

Isn't it?

Now, would you like me
to print out

some of the ultra-sound images
for you both?

-Baby's first picture
for the album.
-Yeah, that'd be great.

-Yeah.
-I'll do a couple for you.

Listen, I've been thinking...
Why don't I come
with you tomorrow, eh?

I've always wanted to

and it would do us
both good to get away
for a couple of days.

-I'll be working.
-Not all the time.

Go on.

Well... (CLEARS THROAT)

It might be a wee bit
difficult to rearrange things
just now.

What's to rearrange?

-Aye, right. Aye, aye, sure.
-Great.

Who do you think
he takes after? You or me?

Oh, he?
He might be a she.

JOE: Oh, you can sense
these things, can you?

-I think so.
You're supposed to.
-Oh, yeah?

-Oh, yeah.
I'm reading it in this book.
-(CHUCKLES)

The soul incarnates
at about this time.

-That's when you're supposed
to sense these things.
-Christ's sake, Marie...

The soul incarnates?
You're making it sound like
the Immaculate Conception.

(SCOFFS) It's not far off.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(MOBILE RINGING)

-Oh.
-Oh.

-That'll be the phone.
-Oh, oh.

WOMAN: Are you alone?

-No.
-No?

No. In about five minutes.

Bye just now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'll have to stop by the yard
on the way home.
Do you mind?

No, why should I?

Joe, Anderson's been round.
He wants an answer.

Well, I hope you told him
where to go.

It's a bit late
for grand gestures.

He's got you over a barrel
on this one, Joe,

and it has to be sorted.

I know, Archie. I know.

But I can't be dealing
with it, not just now.

For God's sake.

Archie, I'll be seeing
Anderson on Monday
when I get up there.

-(LINE RINGING)
-All right. Hello.

WOMAN: Hello?

(SIGHS)

Hello, Beth. I don't like
you using my mobile number.

It's too risky.

BETH:
I was thinking about you.

JOE: I was thinking
about you, too.

You sound all out of breath.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I need to give you
a good going-over.

Listen...

I'll be around about
nine o'clock, okay?

All right.

(PHONE DISCONNECTS)

JOE: What's this?

Weird, isn't it? Probably some
chemical fault in the process

and I sort of like the effect.

A blue fog.

It's like...

It's like your guilty soul
seeping away
into the mist.

Stop it, Beth!

Or maybe it's the blue boy
coming to get you.

Joe!

-Don't be stupid.
-Why?

Because it's just not funny,
that's why.

So the joke's worn
a bit thin, has it?

Yeah.

And you don't find me funny
either, do you, Joe?

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

There's no joy in it
any more, Beth.

For you or for me.

Because of another
bundle of joy?

Because of another
bundle of joy.

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

-Is that going to be enough?
-Yeah, I'm not taking much.

(SIGHS) All right, well,
it's gonna be cold out there.

Beautiful, though.

And what are you gonna do?

I mean, what are you gonna do
when Joe's not there?

You won't want to be dragged
around the forest
looking at trees,

listening to him speak
about timber prices
and things like that.

Not much of a holiday, surely.

If I get bored, I can always
do my own thing.

Oh, darling...

(SIGHS)

-It'd be nice if you could
spend a bit of time together.
-We will, Mother!

Will you stop worrying?

But I do. I can't help myself.

(SIGHS)

Did you get everything
sorted out?

Mmm-hmm.

Want to tell me about it?

I'll tell you later.

Promise?

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

MARIE: Mmm.

(MOANING)

Don't get me going, don't.
It's not fair.

(KISSING)

Are you sure you don't
want me to paint
that cradle for you?

-I mean, I could at least put
an undercoat on it just...
-No, no, no.

-...to start you off.
-It's fine.

I'll just give it a good
scrub-down.

I'd like to have
something to do.

Here, Marie. Oh!
The Karma of
Natural Childbirth.

What planet are you on,
for heaven's sake?

-It's very good, Mother.
-You need to get going
to catch that ferry, Joe.

And take care and don't
bore her with timber prices!

-Thanks, Mum. Bye.
-Bye-bye.

-All right.
-Bye.

Wait a minute.

Hang on! Hang on!

I found this on the hall
carpet this afternoon.

-Mom, we're due in Brighton.
-It might be important.

-Here.
-Okay. Thanks a lot, Ma.

-See you. Thank you.
-Bye!

-Cheers!
-Bye now!

Bye!

Sorry about Ma.
She's a wee bit over-excited
just now, you know.

This is you.

"I'm sorry for you."

What's this?

Is this a threat of some kind?

Has it something
to do with work?

I knew something like this
would happen.

It's all that bloody money,
isn't it?

What the hell have you done?

I've done nothing.
I've done nothing.

Joe, we're gonna have
to turn back and sort
this out right now.

-It's sorted out.
-No...
Well, what's this, then?

It's... It's sorted.
It's over. It's finished.

There's nothing to worry
about, darling, honestly.

It's fine. I'm not having
you being upset about it.

Well, okay.

Okay.

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC PLAYING
OVER CAR STEREO)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(EXHALES)

Just a minute.

Stay here!

Oh, God, Joe!

Oh, it's still alive!

No, she's dying.

Come on, take her head,
help me pull her off the road.

Hello! Looks as though
it's clearing up for you.

Pleasure to see you again.
And you, too.

Er, Marie, my wife.

Of course. Now, let me show
you both to your room.

You shouldn't be disturbed
by children this time,
Mr Bonnar.

We're very quiet, just now.

In fact, you're our
only guests. You'll have
the place to yourselves.

But things pick up around
Christmas and Hogmanay.

But at least the roads
are quiet this time of year.

No trouble on the way up,
I hope?

No. Well, we hit a deer
on the way through which kind
of delayed us a wee bit.

You both all right? That must
have shaken you up.

They can do that though,
can't they?

They just spring out at you
in the darkness.

They certainly can.

You're lucky
not to go off the road.

-Is the car all right?
-Seems fine, aye.

Well, it would be insensitive
of me to offer venison
on the menu...

-Or to make jokes about
stag nights, eh, Mrs Bonnar?
-(CHUCKLES POLITELY)

JOE:
Do you have another double?

I mean, I wasn't expecting
to stay in this room.

-I'm sorry I'm not with you.
-Do you have another double?

-No.
-What's wrong with this one?
I think it's lovely.

I'm sorry.
Have I misunderstood you?

Er...

No, no. Aye, this is great.
This'll be fine.
It'll be fine.

Well, I'll see you both down
in the bar for a nightcap.

-Thanks.
-Aye.

So, do you want to come down
for a drink or what?

No. I'll just have a bath,
or something.

I just feel a bit... You go.

See you in a wee while.

Terribly sorry about that.
So embarrassing.

I just opened my mouth
and put my foot right in it,
didn't I? (CHUCKLES)

No, no.
It's on the house, please.

Especially under
the circumstances.

Look, mum's the word
from now on.
I promise you that.

Thanks. Slainte.

(METAL PINGING)

(MARIE SIGHS)

(PINGING CONTINUES)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(BANGING CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

-Marie?
-(WIND HOWLING)

Listen.

Can you hear it?

There.

What?

It's the wind.

Sounds like somebody crying.

Come to bed, Marie.
Come to bed.

(MARIE SHIVERING)

Christ, you're freezing.

Relax, Joe.
Your heart's beating
like a sledgehammer.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

I've been trying to remember
when you came to stay
with us before, Mr Bonnar.

I'm very good with faces.

Oh, got you now.

It was when that
photographer came down
to do an article on the hotel.

-Do you remember?
-JOE: Uh-huh.

-CHRISTINE: I told him then
he was wasting his time.
-Why's that?

-Because photographs don't
come out well here, generally.
-Why?

Oh! Before I forget...

Someone rang for you.
Wants you to ring them back
as soon as possible.

-I'll just be a minute.
-MARIE: Okay.

Congratulations, dear.
Three? Three-and-a-half
months, is it?

-(CHUCKLES) Oh, I didn't
think it was so obvious.
-Oh.

Perhaps not here,
but your face is so radiant,
I couldn't help but notice.

(DIALLING PHONE)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, Beth.

(STAMMERS)

Marie!

Come on!

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO)

(SWITCHES OFF RADIO)

(WIND HOWLING)

They're out, Miss Clark.

They've gone for a jaunt
in the woods.

-Hi, Joe.
-Hi, Kenny.
Er, this is Marie, my wife.

-All right. I didn't know.
How do you do?
-Fine. Thanks.

He's obviously in a rather
awkward position.

So let's try and be
as discreet as possible.

Of course. Poor woman.

Oh...

The Blue Boy
and other stories...

Keep them to yourself
this time.

That's hardly up to me, is it?

JOE: Did you speak
to Anderson?
KENNY: Not since yesterday.

-(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
-JOE: How did he sound?

KENNY: Uncompromising.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hello?

Hello?

Can I speak to Joe please?

No. He's not here just now.
Can I take a message?

No.

-Can I ask who called?
-No, er... Yeah.

You could tell him
that Beth rang.

Do you want him
to ring you back?

He can ring me later.

Oh, he's got my number.
Oh, that's my money.

(INAUDIBLE)

(METALLIC SCREECHING)

MAN: Joe!

Joe!

Listen, I think
I'll just stay here.

It gave me such a fright,
I need some time to recover.

I'm all right.

-It's you I'm worried about.
-I'm fine.

You sure you won't get bored?

No.

All right then,
I'll go on my way.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Oh, God.

(EXHALES)

(SCOFFS)

Why am I so stupid?

Stupid!

(LINE RINGING)

BETH: (OVER ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi. Beth's not
at home just now.

But don't be down-hearted.
You can leave a message
after the tone.

(BEEPING)

Just to say
that I feel sorry for you.

"Our darling boy.
Lost but never forgotten.

"A. Clark."

Robert, that fountain,
is that a memorial
or something?

It's to a wee boy.

He drowned in the loch,
not far from here.

God, that's awful.

And the name, A. Clark?
Was that his name?

Oh, I don't think so.
Family name or other.

Is that a relative
of Christine's?
Her name's Clark.

God knows,
she likes to think so.

Where is she?

Um... Saturday afternoon...

She's up at the church,
practising.

But, a word of warning
before you go, Mrs Bonnar.

Miss Clark's a remarkable
woman, and very gifted
in many ways,

but her middle
name's Hyperbole.

Sorry?

A pinch of salt, Mrs Bonnar.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

(CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING)

-(STOPS PLAYING)
-Oh! What a lovely surprise!

Though I expect it means
your husband's deserted you
for his work.

Men are such pigs.

I had one once.
It was the only disappointing
period of my life.

You'll know this one.

(PLAYING O LITTLE TOWN
OF BETHLEHEM)

Right.

-Where's the Baby Jesus?
-He's not due
for another fortnight.

We mustn't jump the gun.

But we've got the shepherd,
look.

Watching his flocks by night.

And Mary and Joseph,
and the Angel Gabriel.

-It's lovely.
-The children put it up.

They love this time of year.

-Oh. You're in good company.
-Oh.

The last of a line,
I'm afraid.

-That's sad.
-Well, yes, I suppose it is.

I shouldn't admit it,
being a woman.

But after 400 years,
it is sad.

That wee boy
who drowned was a Clark.
Was he a relative, too?

-A very close one.
-I'm sorry.

Oh, it was a long time ago,
and of course,
I never knew him...

But I feel...
Well, close to him
in a special way.

Do you understand?

He was recovering
from typhoid fever

and he was convalescing
with his parents
in the hotel here.

He was prone to sleepwalking,

and one night he got out
of his bed and wandered off
looking for his mother.

He went outside
and fell from the jetty
and drowned.

In the morning,
when his father
found the body,

it was quite blue
with the cold.

Oh, poor wee thing.

(GASPS)

Are you all right?

Yeah.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(LAUGHING)

Sorry. It was so weird
when you were speaking there.
It just was so vivid.

(SIGHS)
And I know what it's like...

You lost a baby?

I had a miscarriage.

Oh, my dear... I'm so sorry.

-I'm so sorry.
-(SOBBING)

And you cried for him then,
didn't you?

And you're crying now
because you can
feel him again.

(DOOR OPENING)

Thought you might like a lift.

-Finished?
-Mmm-hmm.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

(METAL PINGING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

She's taking you where?

To church.

(STAMMERS) Why?

I feel like it.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

ALL: (SINGING)
# O little town of Bethlehem

# How still we see thee lie

# Above thy deep
and dreamless sleep

# The silent stars go by.

# Yet in thy
dark streets shineth

# The everlasting light...

Shit.

# O morning stars together

# Proclaim the holy birth

# And praises sing
to God the King

# And Peace to men on Earth #

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

MARIE: Do you believe that
we can learn from the past?

CHRISTINE:
The minister obviously
thinks so.

I don't know.

MARIE: What do you think?

CHRISTINE:
I think that when the past
mirrors the present,

we should let it speak to us.

And it does, all the time.

If we'd only listen to it.

You do listen,
don't you, Marie?

How do you mean?

You're sensitive
to these things. To the past.

If you'd known me for longer,
I don't think
you'd be saying that.

I didn't tell you
everything yesterday,
about the drowning.

I wanted to be sure.

Sure about what?

You see,
when his father found him,

there were little
wet footsteps

leading all the way back
into the hotel

and into his parents' bedroom.

You understand?

He's still here, with us.

Oh, Christine. (EXHALES)

Why are you telling me this?
This is horrible.

Because I want you
to help my little boy.

(MOBILE RINGING)

(PANTING)

BETH: Hi, Joe?

Can you hear me? Can you talk?

What are you trying
to do to me?

I'm hurt, Joe.

Aye. How do you think I feel?

(SCOFFS) Hurt.

I'm glad.

-We feel the same way.
-Marie knows.

I know she does.

She left a message
on my answering machine.

She did what?

Isn't it better
that she knows?

Christ, Beth.

What's the point of more hurt?

It's a war, Joe.

Don't you realise that?

(SIGHS)

(DOORKNOB CLICKS)

We're going
to have to talk, Marie.

Are we?

(SIGHS)

We haven't had much time,
have we?

No.

We haven't.

So...

-How much do you know?
-"Know"?

-About the last time
I came here.
-I don't want to hear this.

But you know, Marie!
You rang her!
You left a message.

I don't want to have
this conversation, okay?
Not now.

For Christ sake, Marie.
Give us a chance!

You've had your chance, Joe!

I don't wanna hear
any more of your shite.

But you have to know!

(STAMMERS)
I don't have to know anything!

It's your business!
It's not mine.

I don't want to hear
your sordid story until
it becomes my business.

And if it does, if it affects
me or the baby in any way,

you can just piss off
out of here!

You understand?
You just piss off out of here!

Oh, God,
what are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do,
my little one?

(SLOSHING)

-(GASPS) Oh!
-I'm so sorry, Mrs Bonnar.

-Oh, you gave me such as...
-We seem to have sprung
another leak.

-Yes, sorry.
-Sorry.

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT BELL DINGING)

(SIGHS)

-Marie, I hope I didn't
upset you unduly this morning.
-Oh, no, Christine.

-Don't mention it, it's fine.
-I certainly didn't mean to.

I can understand
if you think... It's a
strange story, I know...

But if you'd lived with it
as long as I have...

Really, it's fine,
Christine, honestly.

He stayed in here...
My blue boy.

You can feel him too,
can't you?

Feel him?

His presence.

The memory of him.
I've always felt that.

Christine, why are you
telling me this?

You're making my flesh crawl.

-Because you're close to him.
-What do you mean?

I can sense that
he's close to you.

It's only natural, though.

He was looking for his
mother when he died and
now he's found you.

Stop it, Christine!
Please, stop it.

I don't know what you're
talking about

and I don't want to hear it.

I'm just...
I'm sorry I'm not in the mood.

Please understand.

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

(SIGHING)

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

(PHONE RINGS)

-Joe?
-MARIE'S MOTHER:
Marie, darling?

-Ma!
-I know it's early, darling

-but I can't...
-Ma, is Joe there?

No, of course not. Why?
What's wrong, dear?

He went out last night.
Didn't come back.
He hasn't called.

I'll come up. This is serious.
I don't want you up there
all by yourself...

No, Ma. You're better off
where you are in case
he does drop in.

And Ma, if he does,
break his neck for me,
will you?

-Why?
-No. I'll ring you later.
Don't worry.

(SIGHS)

Oh, God.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(ANSWERING MACHINE ACTIVATES)

-BETH ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hi.
-Hello?

-Beth's not at home, just now.
-Ah! Damn thing.

-But don't be downhearted.
-Hello?

-You can leave a message.
-(CHUCKLES)

Sorry about that, Beth here.

Could I speak to Joe, please?

-Who is that?
-Who do you think it is?

Now could I speak to Joe?

He's not here.
I don't know where he is.

-You're lying to me.
-I might be.

-You can't be sure, can you?
-Put him on.

Why would he want
to speak to you?

Put him on!

There's no point.
He's got nothing to say.

That's not true.

Believe what you like.
I know how he feels.

And you don't.
And you can't.

Because you can't trust him.

Joe! Joe!

-(YELLING) You bastard!
-For Christ's sake, Marie!

-(SOBBING)
-For Christ's sake, Marie.

MARIE: Don't touch me!

Don't you touch her!
You leave her alone!

Piss off!

(SOBBING)

-Marie...
-You bastard!

Marie, I'm sorry.

If you lie to me,
I'll kill you!

(WIND WHOOSHING)

What are we going to do?

(SNIFFLES)

I think we should
stay together.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

I know it hasn't been said
for a long time, Marie...

But I love you.

How do I know that?

I'm scared, Marie.

For us.

KENNY: Hey, Joe!

Damn it. Kenny. I'd forgotten.

Uh...

Are you gonna be
all right for an hour?

Will you?

-I'll follow you.
-Alright.

(AIR HISSING THROUGH PIPES)

-MARIE: Robert.
-Oh. (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mrs Bonnar.

You scared me.
I was miles away.

This is incredible!
What is this?

Is this the reason
I've got no water?

It is.

I've never seen anything
like it in my life.

The water pipe is ruptured
all over the place.

It's bloody weird.

(CONTINUES SHOVELLING)

It's beautiful.
It's probably the Blue Boy.

(SCOFFS) Christine and
her mumbo jumbo!

Aye, but it's a tragic story,
right enough.

It's a sordid story.

What do you mean, sordid?

I thought the wee boy was
recovering from an illness.

He was.

But his father wasn't.

He was a notorious womaniser
and was having it off
with his son's nurse

while his mother was
sick at home in Glasgow.

I bet Miss Clark didn't
tell you that.

She didn't want to tarnish
the family name.

(DOOR CLOSING)

-Pint, Mr Bonnar?
-Is Marie about?

I think she's taking
a nap upstairs.

Aye, all right, I'll have
a pint of IPA, thanks.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Kiran! Kiran, come back!

(INDISTINCT BANGING)

Marie?

Marie?

(SOFTLY) It was a dream.

But it was stronger
than a dream, though.
I'd...

(SIGHS)

I'd come up to clean up
but there was no water.

So... I laid down to read

and then I started
thinking about us.

And...

I must have dropped off,
I don't know.

Then I felt someone
come into the room.

I thought it was you
but I couldn't turn round

and then I knew
it couldn't be you.

It was a child.

He was terribly unhappy.

Part of me wanted to go to him
but his loneliness was
just so frightening.

And then he...

Got in beside me.

I could feel the bedclothes
move, I felt his little sharp
knees in the small of my back.

Then I woke up.

I'm frightened.

(SOBBING)

Oh, my God, Marie!

-Oh, my God!
-Joe, you've felt him
too, haven't you?

I thought it was just me...

(BREATHING SHAKILY)
I thought...
My imagination.

I want to leave.

All right.

All right, we'll go now.

We'll get... We'll get packed.
Come on.

We'll get packed.

-Right?
-Uh-huh.

Here's your bag.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Shite.

-There's someone to see you.
-I can't. Not just now.

I really think you should.

Marie.

I'll be right back, okay?

Okay.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Joe, I had to.

No, you didn't.

Listen to me, Joe,
I need to speak to you!

Leave me alone!

If you don't leave me alone,
I'll scream!

And I will too, Joe.

I really need to speak to you.

All right.

But not here.

-(UNZIPS BAG)
-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, where's Joe?
Who came for him?

Er...what's his name? Kenny.

I am sorry.

We were happy, weren't we?

Christ, Beth!

(CLICKS TONGUE)

That's not the point,
not any more.

But it's the only thing
that counts, Joe.

(SCOFFS)

Don't make the mistake
of thinking

that you can make Marie
happy by denying your own.

(KIRAN'S VOICE ECHOES)
Mother! I'm here, Mother!

(PHONE RINGS)

-MARIE: Joe?
-Are you okay?

-Where are you?
-I'm on my way.

I can't stand it here
any longer.

I'll be there
as soon as I can.

And, Marie...

I do love you, Marie.

-Are you still there?
-Yes, Joe.

-You just take care.
-Yeah. I'll be all right.

Bye, then.

Bye.

I love you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(WINDSCREEN WIPER WHIRS)

(KIRAN'S VOICE ECHOES)
Mother, I'm here, Mother.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CRASHING)

MARIE: (SCREAMING) Joe! Joe!

Joe! Joe!

Joe!

Joe! Joe! Joe!

(GASPING) Joe! Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

(SCREAMS)

(INDISTINCT KIDS CHATTERING)

(PHONE RINGS)

MARIE'S MOTHER:
It's all right, dear.
I'll get it.

Hello? Miss Clark?

Oh, yes. Hello.

No, she's not here.

Yes, she's fine, and the baby.

There's nothing
wrong with her. (CHUCKLES)

Yes, that's right.
A lovely baby boy.

(BABY GURGLES)