All language subtitles for 076 - 06x07 - down among the sheltering palms

Did you read my
stuff from London?

Yes.

It's outside in the van.

He gave it to you, did he?

Filthy pig.

Yeah, it was no trouble.

Said he was glad
to get shot of it.

I'll bet he kept
my bone china.

Did he give you the china?

I dunno.

It was all in boxes,
he had it packed.

Makes you sick.

After 20 years, and all
I've done for that man.

I'll fetch it in later.

Thanks, Jeff.

I'll murder him if
he kept that china.

Here, what time we
packing up tonight?

What?

Oh, 12:00, 12:30.

They don't stay late
on Wednesday nights.

I'll see you afterwards.

OK, Lena.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, sir.

Can I help you?

Looks like I'm a little early.

Well, we don't actually
start till 9 o'clock,

but there's a bar through
there if you'd like a drink.

Oh, thanks.

You're American, aren't you?

That's right.

Gerald T. Armstrong.

I'm from Wisconsin.

We used to have the Americans
over here during the war.

Yes.

I was only a girl
then, of course.

But I remember them quite well.

They used to give me sweets.

Well, I hope you
enjoy your evening,

and the bar's up
the stairs there.

Thank you.

I'm going to get
things sorted out, Sid.

Been nearly three years, now.

It's a job.

You can't afford to
be choosy, these days.

Yeah, but if I could
get a job in London.

One of them big
hotels, somewhere

with a bit more class.

I mean, look at this place.

We'll be lucky if we're
not both redundant this time

next year.

There's talk of closing
down after Christmas.

Who says?

It stands to reason.

Since they opened the disco
the other side of the market,

this place has been half empty.

You've been there?

I've seen the outside.

Yes, sir?

What can I get you?

Do you have bourbon?

No, sir.

Scotch?

Sure, that'll be fine.

Make it a large one.

Certainly, sir.

I'll be going down, Bill.

See you later.

OK, Sid.

Anything with it, sir?

Ice and water, please.

Afraid we've run
out of ice, sir.

They're making some more now.

That'll be one pound,
forty, if you please, sir.

Have a drink with me.

That's very kind of you, sir.

I'll have a light ale.

Is this the only bar?

There is Jamaica
Heaven, downstairs

next to the dance
floor, but they

don't open Wednesday night.

I don't remember this room.

There was a beer table maybe,
right next to the dance floor.

No.

There's always been
a bar here, sir.

I've been here three years, now.

Oh, I'm talking
about 40 years ago.

Oh, well.

I wouldn't know about that.

I used to come
here during the war.

1942.

American Air Force.

I was stationed near Shipton.

You know Shipton?

No.

Be about 20 miles
west of here, I guess.

I was with the 44th.

Oh, yeah.

There were quite a few
of us around in those days.

We used to come in here
on Saturday nights,

when we could get a pass.

Place has changed
quite a bit since then.

They didn't have those palm
trees back there in the 40s.

I think it's supposed to
look like the Caribbean.

And you have dances
here every night, now.

Yeah.
Teen scene on Monday.

Disco day.

Meet the Beat.

And Friday is Latin American.

- How about tonight?
- Well.

Tonight is old folks night.

Nostalgia time.

Grab a granny, we call it.

I'm sorry.

It's OK, son.

Looks like I picked
the right night.

Nice floor, isn't it?

Pardon me?

Nice floor.

I love the look of
polished wood, don't you?

I sure do.

And the palm . trees.

I come here every Wednesday.

I come early.

You get 20 p.

off if you're in before 10:00.

Is that right?

Yes.

You on your own?

Yes, yes, I am.

What's your name?

Gerald T. Armstrong.

I'm from Wisconsin.

Oh dear, I knew
you weren't English.

Margery Bilton.

My friends call me Marge.

Well, I'm real glad
to meet you, Marge.

- Cardboard.
- What?

The trees.

They're not real, you know.

They're made of cardboard
or some modern substance.

Poly-something-or-other I think.

Still they give the place a bit
of glamour, don't you think?

Yeah, they certainly do.

Yes, I think this place
used to be a swimming pool.

Oh, years ago, long
before the war.

Not that I remember
that, of course.

But I have heard it said.

- A swimming pool?
- Yes.

You here on holiday,
Mr. Armstrong?

Yes, I am.

Just touring around England.

I know this part,
but I've never been--

Oh, that's nice, isn't it?

We get a lot of Americans here.

Especially this time
of year, you know.

I work in a bank, they
come in all the time

to change their
traveler's checks.

So I have a sort of special
relationship, you know.

The hands across the sea.

Across the counter in my case.

You be amazed at the number
of friends I've made.

Not all Americans, of
course, but I must admit,

they are my favorites.

I don't like Chinese.

Mr. Armstrong?

Oh, pardon me.

You wouldn't happen to
know about a young couple

over there, the girl
in the white dress?

No.

No, I'm afraid I don't.

He dances well.

Doesn't he?

Yes.

Are you looking for
somebody, Mr. Armstrong?

Oh, no, no.

I just thought that--

would you like a drink, Marge?

Oh, that's very kind of you.

I'd love a gin and tonic.

A gin and tonic.

You wait there,
I'll be right back.

There we are, sir.

One gin and tonic and
one large whiskey.

Thank you.

Over here during
the war, then?

That's right.

He told me.

We that lot out at Shipton?

- Yes, you know Shipton?
- I ought to.

I live there.

Well, I remember it as a
real pretty little village.

It was all right.

Until the Yanks came along.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, don't take offence,
it's nothing personal.

It's just that I'm not
what you'd call an admirer

of your great country, Mr--?

Armstrong.

I wasn't here, of course.

Not in hostilities.

I was away fighting the
Germans in Africa, then Italy.

If I had been here, I
could have stopped it.

Stopped what?

My sister married
one of your lads.

What you'd call a shotgun
wedding, I believe.

He took her back to the
States at the end of the war.

Her and the baby.

Two years later, all over.

Just walked out on her.

Yes, I'm afraid there were
quite a few cases like that.

Left her high and dry.

Now that's not a nice
thing to do, is it?

In fact, some people would call
it pretty bloody irresponsible.

What do you say, Mr. Armstrong?

Well, what happened to her?

Well, she didn't come
back here, did she.

Last I heard, she was
working in California in one

of those drive-in places.
That was years ago.

She doesn't write.

There's your change.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about your sister.

She could be dead,
for all I know.

Bloody Yanks.

Ah, there you are.

I thought you'd got lost.

No, I was talking to
some guy back there.

Several gentlemen
asked me to dance,

but I said I was spoken for.

Spoken for?

Or engaged.

With some one.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Of course you know a woman on
her own can't be too careful.

So many men try to
take advantage of you,

if you know what I mean.

Especially in a place like this.

Is that so?

Oh, yes.

I could tell you stories.

There was a man, last week
was it, or, well anyway.

Not so very long ago.

So importunate.

Nothing would do but that I had
to save every dance for him.

He had such a way with words.

Told me I danced like an angel.

That he'd been looking
for me all his life.

And he wanted to come home
with me, if you please.

Now, I said, I'm going to
pretend I didn't hear that.

I'm going to pretend that
suggestion was never made.

Ha, ha.

Do you dance?

Mr. Armstrong?

Stone Mr. Armstrong?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you dance?

That young couple,
they've gone.

Oh, have they?

Did you see them, do
you know where they went?

No, I'm afraid I didn't.

Now, would you like to dance?

I wanted to talk to that girl.

She reminded me of
someone a long time ago.

I really wanted to talk to her.

You think maybe they
went to the bar?

- I've no idea.
- Or the cloak room.

She could have gone
to the cloak room.

Would you excuse me, Marge?

Well, I thought
perhaps we could dance?

Oh, I'd like that
very much, but later.

Later, Marge.
Excuse me.

Damn.

Would it help to talk to a guy
old enough to be your father?

You're American.

That's right.

Gerry Armstrong.

I was watching you
out there, and you're

good you're really good.

Thank you.

I guess I don't like to see
a girl that looks as pretty

as a picture and who
dances the way you

do sitting out all by herself.

It's all right.

I'm just a bit tired.

I can't believe that.

Look, forgive me
if I'm cutting in,

but I couldn't help noticing
that you were kind of upset.

That young man you
were dancing with.

Has he gone?

And that's the reason?

No.

Please.

Mr--

Armstrong.

It's very kind
of you to bother,

but I'm perfectly all right.

Well, in that case
I'm going to ask

you to take pity on an
old man and dance with me.

Would you do that
for me, Miss--?

I don't think you
told me your name.

Carol.

Well, Carol, I'm
not much of a dancer.

But if I promise not
to step on your toes.

I was just about
to go home, actually.

Please, just one dance,
as a special favor?

Please?

All right.

Thank you.

You just made one lonely
American a very happy guy.

I see you found her at last.

Yes, I did.

Thank you.

Do you know her?

No.

We met a while back.

I think she's looking
for a partner.

Well, she's one
of the regulars.

Regulars?

There's quite a few of them.

They come every Wednesday night.

Grab a Granny?

Who told you about that?

A bar man.

That's why I was so
surprised to see you

dancing with that young man.

Oh, we had to get
special permission.

There's a lower age limit
of 27 on a Wednesday.

27.

Yes, well, Terry.

That's my partner.

He's a bit more than that.

But I'm only 23.

- And you always dance together?
- Yes.

We've done competitions.

Ballroom, mostly.

We were hoping to turn
professional, one day.

Well, I should think
you'd be very successful,

from what I saw earlier.

Thank you.

It's no good, now, but--

Oh, why not?

He's giving it up.

He's married, you see.

And his wife, she
doesn't like him spending

so much time practicing.

I suppose I should have
known it would happen.

Couldn't you
get somebody else?

No.

I don't believe that.

A pretty girl like you?

Please.

You don't understand.

There must be lots of guys.

But it's not like that.

With Terry and me, we've
been together for--

I'm sorry.

Don't know what
must think of me.

It's OK, it's OK.

He got married when
he was only 18, you see.

And he's got two children.

His wife, she says
that she's going

to leave him and take
the children with her

if he doesn't give it up.

But I know he wants to go on.

I know he does.

Please don't cry, Carol,
I know it hurts right now,

after all the work
you've done together.

But you'll find somebody else.

You're very young, Carol.

And very lovely.

No, I can't!

I love him, you see.

I love him.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Will you excuse me?

Carol!

No, Ain't seen
no one like that.

Don't think she comes in here.

She was beautiful, Bill.

A truly beautiful girl.

Oh, yeah?

You'd have remembered
if you'd seen her.

Fine dancer, too.

We were getting on real well.

We were right in the middle of
a Waltz, and she just ran off.

Just like Cinderella.

Never even told
me her last name.

Well, that's women for you.

You can't rely on them.

I wanted to talk to her.

I wanted to find out
where she came from.

You think maybe they'd
have her name at the door?

No, they don't bother
with people's names.

Well, you could ask
Lena, she might know.

Lena?

Gentleman here with
a bit of a problem.

Oh, yes?

Oh, it's Mr--
- Armstrong.

Armstrong.

Hope you're enjoying
your evening.

Oh, yes, thank you.

I wondered-- I met this girl.

Do you keep a record of all
the people who come in here?

No, I'm afraid we don't.

Just Wednesdays, I guess.

I don't reckon she'd come
in here the other nights.

Well, I'm very
sorry but we don't--

She is very young.

Only 23.

You may have seen her.

She must have
been more than that.

No one under 27 is admitted
on Wednesday nights.

That's it.

That's right.

She said she got
special permission.

Do you think maybe you'd
have something on your files

about that?

I'm afraid we don't
keep files, Mr. Armstrong.

And in any case, I've
given no such permission.

I expect the lady wished you
to believe she was younger

than was actually the case.

Oh, no that's impossible.

She wouldn't have lied to me.

Well, I'm very
sorry, but I can

assure you that
no one under 27 is

admitted on Wednesday nights.

Now will you excuse me?

Give me another one, Bill.

You think you should, sir?

You've had a few.

Don't argue with me, son.

OK, OK whatever you say, sir.

She tell you she
was 23, did she?

Heh heh heh.

Hello, Mr. Armstrong.

That girl I was dancing with.

Yes.

She comes here
every Wednesday night.

Run out on you, has she?

You must have seen her before.
What if I have?

What if I have?

How can I find out her
name, or where she comes from?

Well I may be able
to help you, there.

I'm not promising, mind.

But shall we dance?

What?

A quick step, I think.

Oh, that's right, I
promised you a dance.

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can't you look
where you're going?

I'm terribly sorry.

Ah, well.

Getting kind of hot in
here, don't you think?

No, not particularly.

I think maybe I'd better
sit down for a while.

Oh come on, Mr. Armstrong.

You just hold on to me.

She was much too
young for you, anyway.

No, you don't understand.

It wasn't like that.

Oh, you're a naughty old man.

I know your sort.

Oh, please.

I want to tell you something.

We used to meet here
every Saturday night.

She'd be waiting for me on
the steps, in a white dress.

Always in the same place.

I can see her now.

You can tell me later, dear.

All the other guys
had their girls, too,

but she wasn't like that.

She was pure and
innocent, like a lily.

Come along, Mr. Armstrong.

Oh, Marge, I love that girl.

I loved her so much.

Oh, Mr. Armstrong.

Mr. Armstrong!

Oh, dear.

He just suddenly fainted.

Get his head up.

Is he all right?

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me.

What's the matter with him?

I think he's fainted.

Well, stand back.

Give him some air.

He's coming round.

Are you all
right, Mr. Armstrong?

What happened?

You had a little turn.

Nothing to worry about.

I'm sure you're
feeling better, now.

I'm sorry.

I don't usually get like this.

Can you stand up?

Give me a hand, someone.

We'll take him
'round to my office.

Coming along, Mr. Armstrong.

You'll feel better when
you get out of this heat.

Sid, make him a cup
of tea, will you?

Don't just stand there.

Say something, for God's sake.

Such a nice man.

He'd been so
attentive all evening.

He was so gallant.

You know, like
some Americans are.

I saw him to be tired, and I
asked him if he wanted a rest,

but he wouldn't hear of it.

Said I danced like an angel.

One cup of tea.

Thanks, Sid.

Here.

Drink this.

Thank you.

I'm real sorry.

That's all right.

What happened.

Nothing.

Mr. Armstrong fainted.

That's all.

Thank you, Sid.

Oh, are there any
taxis on the rank?

Bout to, at this
time of night.

Well, get one, will you?

Mr. Armstrong will be out
when he's finished his tea.

He's staying at the Duke's Head.

Side entrance, Sid.

Right.

Don't rush that, now.

Drink it slowly.

Oh, I am sorry.

I don't know what
happened to me back there.

You mustn't worry
about it, Mr. Armstrong.

No, no, I want to apologize.

I don't usually get like this.

It was meeting that young woman.

Oh, yes?

She was so beautiful.

When I first met her, I
thought she was the most

beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

She was wearing a
white dress just like--

we danced together
the whole evening.

That was a long time ago.

And seeing her again tonight,
here, in the same place.

Please, I want to tell you.

It's all right.
Drink your tea.

No, no, please.

I used to come here
during the war.

On Saturday nights.

When I could get a pass.

I met a girl.

An English girl.

Her name was Doris.

Very first time I met her,
I knew she was special.

I asked her to dance.

She was young, and kind of shy.

She was wearing a white dress.

It was like we were
meant for each other.

Very romantic.

I came back the next
week, and the next.

I couldn't keep away.

I was in love.

And she loved me,
no doubt about it.

Doris?

Yes, that was her name.

Oh, she was so beautiful.

I wish you could have seen her.

And gentle.

Kind and gentle.

Your taxi will be
waiting, Mr. Armstrong.

She reminded me, you see.

That girl tonight.

She reminded me of Doris.

I think it's time you
were getting back to your hotel,

don't you?
Oh, God, I'm sorry.

A good night's sleep
will set you right.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Come along.

I guess I made a fool
of myself back there.

I hope you'll forgive me.

It was seeing that girl.

That's all right,
Mr. Armstrong.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Thank you.

Duke's Head.

What was all that about?

God knows.

Some English girl he met here
during the war, called Doris.

Sex mad, the Yanks.

All they ever thought about it.

Oh, I think this
was more serious.

He got quite upset.

Look for his lost love, eh?

Poor old fool.

You're late.

Said you'd be back
by half past 10.

It's nearly midnight.

I'm sorry my dear.

Did you go to that dance hall?

The one where we met?

Well, did you?

Yes, Doris.

I never did like that place.

All that cheap tinsel.

That's all gone.

They've got palm trees now.

Well, are you
coming to bed, or not?

We've got a long
way to go tomorrow.

Yes, Doris.