Edge of Love, The (2008)

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♪ Once a native maiden

and a stranger met ♪

♪ underneath

the blue Tahitian moon ♪

♪ The stars were in her eyes ♪

♪ gardenias in her hair ♪

♪ and they vowed

to care forever ♪

♪ Then one lonely day ♪

♪ the stranger sailed away ♪

♪ with a parting kiss

that came too soon ♪

♪ And now the trade winds sigh ♪

♪ when ships go sailing by ♪

This country

is at w*r with Germany.

♪ Once a native maiden

and a stranger met ♪

♪ underneath

a blue Tahitian moon ♪

♪ The stars were in her eyes ♪

♪ gardenias in her hair ♪

♪ And they vowed

to care forever ♪

Many are bombed

out of their homes-

Today of the evacuation

of London's schoolchildren.

Aircraft were launched

in two attacks against London

and South East England.

A good hundred feet

below ground,

but they feel safe.

♪ When ships go sailing by ♪

♪ Underneath

a blue Tahitian moon ♪

You're not a coward.

I don't want to die.

And why should l?

And if I don't,

why should anyone else?

Yet still you wouldn't

make peace now.

Not now.

You wouldn't support that.

You couldn't.

We've only got the one life,

Anita, just the one.

Dylan?

Is it?

Dylan Thomas.

It is, isn't it?

You might at least

have lifted my veil.

My God, still love me?

Did I ever?

Lift the veil, Vera,

lift the bloody veil.

Look at you.

Not been called up?

Just because I haven't got

a uniform.

It's me that puts the heart

in the nation.

a*mo factories, I sing in.

- Down the tubes right now.

- L always loved your voice.

Always.

Amongst other things

I loved about you.

Don't you come it, Dylan Thomas!

- You haven't changed.

- 'Course I have, thank God.

You can't. And don't, not ever.

If you do, I won't let you.

I heard you on the radio.

Like going home, it was,

your poems.

Like going back.

Where's the posh accent from?

You should've looked me up.

- Should l?

- Mm.

If I can get all my friends

to donate five bob each-

this is the plan, see.

If I get them all to do that,

then I don't have

to sell my soul

writing bloody propaganda films.

I can write my bloody poetry.

You'd have to join the army.

Grade Three sitting here

before you, Vera.

Lungs raddled

like a Sunday wh*re.

So... lend us five bob.

I'll give you a snout,

Dylan Thomas,

that's all you'll get from me.

Oh. Give us, then.

Silver's for the lonely,

Vera Bera.

Who says I'm lonely?

Well, where's the man

who'll give you gold?

That an offer, is it?

It's always been shares

with you and me.

You never had anything to share.

Yes, but if I did,

if ever I did,

you'd be the first.

There's no folks

like home folks.

And folks you've

grown up with...

they're the best of all.

You win.

Goody.

Forever and always.

You won't, will you?

Won't what, lovely?

You won't get lost again?

Ta mate.

Hello, love!

I have longed to move away

from the hissing

of the spent lie

and the old terrors'

continual cry,

growing more terrible

as the day goes over the hill

into the deep sea.

I have longed to move away

from the repetition of salutes.

For there are ghosts in the air

and ghostly echoes on paper.

This is Dylan Thomas

for the BBC Home Service.

- Hello, darling!

- Where you going?

Tension, four hundredweight.

The commentary

has to persuade women

to join the balloon defences.

"Shaft a Jerry,

and maybe one of our

boys in blue will shaft you."

That do you?

Your talents really

are wasted here, Dylan.

We could have a drink

if you like.

After.

- 'Course we could.

- I'm not a bloody dog, Dylan.

It's the brunette, isn't it?

I had a golden childhood, Anita.

And here it is turning up

all unexpected.

Now I can't look a golden

childhood in the mouth, can l?

The commentary, please, Dylan.

Myselves,

the grievers grieve

among the street,

burned to tireless death.

A child of a few hours

with its kneading mouth

charred on the black breast

of the grave the mother dug

and its arms full of fires.

Oh, please,

spare us

the bloody tragedy, man.

I need something hopeful here.

The lion once known

as Jehovah...

Oh...

Rose up and c*ck its leg over.

The lioness roared,

Jehovah had scored

all over the living room sofa.

Dylan, I require a commentary.

Dylan!

Caitlin?

I thought you told me

you couldn't live without me.

Where's our son?

Chopped up in little bits

and packed with my knickers

in the suitcase.

Oh, dear,

the police'll be chasing you.

Don't pretend you want him here.

Well, there's bombs,

isn't there?

It's nothing to do with bombs.

You don't want him,

so I didn't bring him.

I've never been

a father before, Cat.

That's the thing.

It's not straightforward.

Still the light of your life,

am l?

In the New Forest, is he?

What are you asking for, Dullun?

You know damn well

our son's with my mother.

I love you, Cat.

Give us a f*g, then.

I'm out of bleeding f*gs.

Give my head a good scratch,

please?

Oh, lovely.

- Where are we living?

- Nowhere.

Ow! Velvet your bloody claws!

Scratch your own bloody head!

- Come here.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

Kiss me.

Excuse me,

you dropped your handkerchief.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did, right there.

It's not mine, sorry.

You're supposed

to take the hankie,

I'm supposed

to introduce myself,

buy you a drink.

I don't want a drink.

Nice try, though.

I've actually

never done this before.

No, you've just never

been caught out before.

Hmm.

Hello, darling.

Sod you, then.

Oh, dear, picky, picky, picky.

You're late.

I know. It's all her fault.

Who's your friend?

Queen of Ireland,

love of my life,

mother of my child,

Caitlin Thomas.

Your wife, Dylan?

The one and only.

He didn't mention.

Well, he wouldn't...

would he?

You made that, didn't you?

I might like you.

Then again, I might not.

I'll await your decision,

shall l?

I won't hold my breath, mind.

Got a mansion

we could share with you?

Yes, two little homeless orphans

you're looking at here.

I've only got a room.

Bugger.

Condemned to her sister's, then.

I'll be having that, sailor boy.

- Needn't let-

- Small matter of a wife?

Nothing should ever

come between us.

Oh, God, Dylan.

Soul mates, we are, Vera,

always were.

Don't.

Stop talking about me.

There's a phone in the hall

where I stay, you know.

If you want me,

he's got my number.

What does it mean

when she smiles?

I don't know, never did.

God help us.

It's the Visigoths from Wales.

Your sister's here.

Back from strangling Germans,

then, are you?

Left all the other little boys

playing with

their little pistols,

all ging-g*ng-gooley

and yo-h*-h*.

That what you call

poetry, is it?

Look, give us a bed and we'll

stay out from under your feet.

♪ Maybe it's because ♪

♪ I kissed you too much ♪

♪ Maybe that is why my kiss

means too little ♪

♪ Maybe with a love so great

and a love so small ♪

♪ Maybe I'll be left

with no love at all ♪

♪ Maybe I'll be left

with no love at all ♪

Sometimes I can nurse

a single pint all night.

But that's sometimes.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah!

I thought it was hilarious.

I'll get them in.

You pay, though, Vera, eh?

Fair dos.

Support the starving poet.

You are not a bloody poet,

Dylan.

You write films

about barrage sodding balloons

for your living.

There is a w*r on.

You know,

you're not the man I married.

I did cartwheels

in a rubber corset

in Peter Robinson's window

one time I was hungry.

You were never hungry.

You've always had a man

to feed you.

Demonstration purposes it was.

Bet you can't beat that.

Bet I can't.

He's following me.

Don't you have all the luck.

Watch this.

Causing chaos, my lovely?

What do you need knickers for?

You've only got to wash them.

Looking for a good time

with a couple of showgirls,

are you?

Three more, please.

Your drinks are here, chaps.

Oh, chief stag's beaten off

the main competition.

William Killick.

Vera Phillips.

She's very pleased to meet you.

Rums all round?

Mmm, goody.

Four rums, please.

Do you do cartwheels?

On the seashore I might.

Ah, I'll take you there.

You're busy,

by the looks of you.

I could do

with a bit of sea air.

I'd like to sit

on the beach with you.

Don't you know a brush-off

when you get one?

Got any smokes?

I enjoyed your show.

- Did you?

- Yes.

- Hey?

- Hay's for horses.

Come for a gallop.

Used to call it busking,

singing in the tube stations.

Coppers used to move you on.

I'll come again, if I may.

Free world.

Keeping those rums to yourself?

We're in danger

of breaking a thirst.

I don't melt

at the sight of a uniform,

that's all.

Sod it.

I don't like nosey parkers.

It was a civil question.

I could have said,

"Are you after my husband?"

But I didn't.

Heartache, that's what I see

in a uniform.

I'm not gonna love someone

just to have them die off on me.

Who's talking about love?

Don't you ever get lonely?

My work's all I need.

I used to think I'd be a dancer.

Danced night and day.

I know, you're one of those.

No.

No! God!

Not one of those,

for God's sake!

Not that I'm averse.

One of the ones that never

got over her first love.

'Course I am.

Didn't your mother

teach you any manners?

All I said-

You can walk on your own,

I know.

Keep your hand on your ha'penny,

that's what my mother taught me.

I'm not touching you.

Well, don't look at me either.

Fine.

No, don't do that!

What have you got against me,

Vera Phillips?

You might be dead tomorrow.

Live while you can,

live all you can.

I won't see you again.

Of course not.

I'd like my torch back.

Please.

Don't let the light out!

Light of your life.

Has to wipe its feet

before it comes back in again.

No!

Cat. Cat.

Little dog needs the toilet.

Go bark somewhere else.

Come on, Catty.

Have you got a poem for me?

You still owe me

for the last one.

I am not a sodding

deposit box, Dylan.

What do you think this is?

- Well, it could be a scribble.

- Could be.

It could be

a bloody limerick, Dullun.

Could be.

Among Those k*lled In The Dawn

Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred.

Happy piece, is it?

Do you want to hear it?

Do you?

Do you want to hear it?

Oh, heavy.

"When the morning

was waking over the w*r,

"he put on his clothes

and stepped out, and he died.

"The locks yawned loose

as a blast blew them wide.

"He dropped where he loved

on the burst pavement...

- Lived.

- What?

Lived.

Oh, no, it's-it's loved.

You can't read

your own bloody writing.

Lived. Lived.

Loved.

He's a hundred

sodding years old!

He can't remember love.

For Christ's sake,

the bloody word's only there

because I bloody wrote it!

"Dropped where he loved

on the burst pavement."

It's mine, isn't it?

What you write.

All my words

and every heartbeat,

they're all for you.

Really?

Come here, then.

Come on, you.

Get out of bed

and come and see

what he's done this time!

Oh, dear, naughty doggy Dylan.

Do you know what that is?

That's animal behaviour,

that's what it is.

Nicolette, I'm-

I'm-

Hello,

is Vera Phillips there, please?

- Just a moment.

- Thank you.

[Vera on telephone] Hello?

Hello, darling.

Dylan?

'Course it is.

There was a young hero

called Killick

who marched to the top of a...

hillick.

He stood legs astride

and whipped out his pride

and spread Brylcreem

all over his fillick.

What's a fillick?

Oh, dear,

showing your ignorance now, Cat.

William will have a nice one,

whatever it is.

Not that you're

seeing him again.

He'll still have a nice one.

Come here, Vera Bera.

Come on, come and have a cuddle.

Go on, you're welcome to it.

I don't want him.

Don't change, Vera Bera.

You're the star in my dark sky.

Don't you ever change.

What am I in your sky?

You're on my earth, Caitlin,

just where I want you to be.

Come on.

Come and have a cuddle.

What are you laughing at?

What?

What is it?

What?

Oh, no, no.

It's like living with children.

- Oh, God!

- I'm going to the pub.

What's it like having a son?

Oh, exhausting.

I can't imagine it.

He's a whole world

away from here...

safe and sound.

You could die in an air raid.

I'm not going to.

You might.

This is not how I would choose

to seduce someone.

My firm intention

is to live forever.

Is that a promise?

Cross my heart.

You only think

you're in love with the poet.

You know that, don't you?

His name's Dylan.

You can say Dylan, can't you?

So, you admit

you're in love with him?

What are you,

a bloody lawyer, are you?

I'm not saying

I'm the better man,

but I'm not married, Vera.

And you'll admit

that gives me an advantage.

I'll admit nothing.

On the grounds

that it may incriminate you?

You're trying to provoke me,

aren't you?

First love's all right

as far as it goes.

Last love, that's what

I'm interested in.

Oh, you think you're

so damn wise.

What do you want, Vera?

Oh, the moon

from out of the skies,

the stars in all their glitter.

What else?

It makes you know you're alive,

wanting.

That's what I think.

Oh, I'm alive all right,

every last bit of me.

Oh, stay there.

Right, stay still.

All right.

Still.

I'm as good as he is.

Good as who is?

Dylan, the bugger.

He thinks that

I am put on this earth

to nurture his talent,

cook for him, have his children,

clean for him.

That's all I'm here for.

Who's nurturing my bloody

talent?

What about your talent?

Will William nurture that?

I'll nurture my own.

Cut off his trigger finger,

that's what I'd do.

I would.

I'd come up

quietly in the night,

and I'd tie him down, and I'd...

maim him.

Look at us.

How do they live up to us?

They don't, dirty tarts!

My brother died

for the likes of you!

I didn't bloody ask him to,

did l?

Bleeding conchie, lick my boot.

Lick my bleeding boot!

Welsh seamen,

you can smell them a mile off.

I ain't got no quarrel with you.

Damn right, you don't.

What are you protecting him for,

scum, he is?

Get back to your drinking. Now.

Go on.

He's right, you know.

Contamination, that's what I am.

I'd stay well clear.

No, no, no, I'm just gonna

stay down here a moment.

Just-just a little moment.

You're lying in piss, Dylan.

I've had worse beds.

I wouldn't like to get

on the wrong side of you.

Well, see you don't, then.

You bloody warriors.

You're a bunch

of buggering yes men.

You don't even know

what you're fighting for.

To live without fear,

me and mine.

Ta.

[Dylan grunting]

Oh, God.

Terrified, I am, of not-

not doing.

w*r, see, it's useful.

It gives the terror a focus.

Is she in there?

Vera?

All you heroes,

you think the women

just fall at your feet

at the sight of you, don't you?

You think they don't?

Of course,

if I could be born again,

I'd have a word with God.

"Make me a hero," I'd say.

This way is far too much

bloody hard work.

Come on.

What, go on living?

I've a cure for funk.

Death, that's the only cure.

- Double?

- You offering?

♪ There was a young poet ♪

♪ called Dylan ♪

♪ Who swore that he never

would k*ll 'em ♪

♪ When called by his country

to serve at the front ♪

♪ He said he would

rather make... ♪

♪ Fillums ♪

"Possessed by the skies

"and taken by light in her arms

"at long and dear last,

"I may without fail

suffer the first vision

that set fire to the stars."

Touch her, and I'll k*ll you.

Caitlin's territory, is she?

Caitlin's friend.

♪ Hang out the stars

in Indiana ♪

♪ Up in the sky

of midnight blue ♪

♪ Hang out the stars

in Indiana ♪

♪ To light my way

back home to you ♪

Here.

I can buy my own drink.

Just take the bloody thing.

♪ A melody just meant for two ♪

- Care to dance?

- I'd love to, thank you.

Don't worry, they won't get us

down here.

♪ How could I find in things

I sought for? ♪

♪ No wonder

they were all denied ♪

♪ The very happiness

I fought for ♪

- My round.

- Don't be childish.

Gin drinkers, are they,

the children you know?

Dance, come on.

I'm an independent woman.

I can buy a round if I want to.

And a fight?

You can have that too

if that's what you want.

All right, then.

After a dance.

♪ Hang out the stars

in Indiana ♪

♪ To light my way

back home to you ♪

I won't always do as you say.

Thank you for the warning.

I won't.

Just dance.

Come on, this way.

I need some help over here, now.

Vera!

Vera.

Vera, you can leave her now.

No, the pavement's wet.

No, she won't feel it.

Hmm?

Leave her now.

Come on.

It's all right.

All right.

♪ Have every robin

sing a love song ♪

♪ A melody just made for two ♪

♪ For in my heart

there'll be a love song ♪

♪ A song I long to sing to you ♪

I bet you lay this

on the ground.

Why would I do that?

For all the girls.

You won't get me on-

Those people, William.

Shh.

All those people.

You've got a raindrop

running down down your cheek,

just like a tear.

Make love to me.

No harm will ever come to you.

Not from me.

Not from anyone else.

Not while I'm here.

No word of mine

will ever hurt you.

That sounds like a vow.

"A stranger has come

"to share my room in the house.

"A stranger has come

"to share my room in the house.

"Not right in the head.

"A girl mad as birds,

"she has come possessed,

"who admits the delusive light

through the bouncing wall

"possessed by the skies.

"And taken by light in her arms,

at long and dear last,

"I may, without fail

suffer the first vision

that set fire to the stars."

I don't like it, Dylan.

I've another couple of lines

in my head

I'm not sure where to put.

It's not finished, then?

No, strictly speaking.

Don't write poems

for me anymore?

It's just a phase.

Come here.

Bring that body back to me.

- Oh.

- Now.

Shh!

It's a marriage license.

Special one.

No.

What?

You can't make me.

What if I can't love you?

I've been posted, Vera.

Well, that's a hell

of a proposal.

L... love...

you.

I am not marrying you.

No, you don't make

the decisions any more.

No.

- Now, say yes. Say yes.

- Uh-uh. No.

- Say, "I'll marry you."

- No.

Say it. Say yes.

Say yes. Yes!

Yes!

Say yes!

Yes!

- Say yes!

- Oh, for God's sake, say yes!

My first was Augustus John.

Seduced me when I was 15,

the old goat.

It doesn't mean anything,

f*cking.

It's not love.

I get an itch,

it's got to be scratched.

I'd do it myself,

only I'm too lazy.

Why bother, when you can get

someone else

to do it for you?

Nothing to do with love,

f*cking?

Uh-uh. Nothing.

Who was your first?

What?

You don't need to tell me.

I know it was Dylan.

We were kids.

Tents piled in a beach hut.

Nice and comfy, then.

We were children,

still innocent.

We are still innocent,

me and Dylan.

I only want it as a memory.

I don't want it back.

Does William know?

Don't ever tell him.

I can forgive the past.

He won't.

The past I can forgive.

You warning me?

You love William,

don't you?

Well, you have to love someone.

These days you do.

You sure you want to marry him?

I've never had

a best friend before.

Here.

See if I look like a mermaid.

We've a couple of cleaners

who'd be pleased

to act as witnesses.

They'll be here, they will.

I'm sorry,

we've got couples queueing up.

Sorry!

About bloody time.

See?

Look. Bend down, can't you?

Three guineas that cost me.

How many words is that

for a couple of feathers

and a piece of cloth?

Where did you get three guineas?

He wrote a check.

It'll bounce, of course.

Oh, you look beautiful.

Tell her she looks beautiful.

She is beautiful.

Come on, let's get married.

Actually it was Dylan's idea.

He chose it.

You always did have hats.

Would you mind awfully?

I'm terribly sorry.

Purely for old times' sake.

Sorry, old chap.

Call of duty.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Oh, treat me right, can't you?

Oh, no, no!

I want to give a toast.

I'm going to squeeze

the life out of you.

- Yes, after the toast.

- Go on!

You're k*lling me.

Oh, go on,

you great Welsh b*stard,

or I'll break you in two!

To all the things

that really matter.

And bugger the ones that don't.

Hear, hear.

Can you please get down?

Sing, and I might.

- Oh, God.

- Sing, Dullun, sing.

♪ Myfanwy boed

yr holl o'th fywyd ♪

♪ Dan heulwen disglair ♪

♪ canol dydd ♪

♪ Boed i rosyn gwridog iechyd ♪

♪ I ddawnsio ganmlwydd

ar dy rudd ♪

It's that old heiryth,

that old Welsh thing

they're always banging on about.

He hates the bloody place,

doesn't he?

Who doesn't?

But all he wants, see,

he wants back there.

She's no different.

Nope, you'll never

come between them,

not with them

being Welsh together.

Why should I come between them?

'Course, you've always got me.

Perfect.

"For old times' sake,"

that's what he said.

No harm will ever come to you.

He'll always be my friend.

No word of mine

will ever hurt you.

I can still have friends.

You're crying.

Dreaming, that's all.

You're shaking.

It'll pass.

You'll come back to me.

I know you will.

Tell me the truth.

You're hurting me.

I want everything

to be open between us...

and fresh and clean.

Stop it.

You and your friend.

Tell me.

We were kids, William.

We were on a beach,

and it happened once.

That's all.

William.

Tell me you love me.

Come back alive and I'll say it.

Come back to me,

I'll say anything you want.

And mean it?

Come back and see.

♪ Drifting and dreaming ♪

♪ While shadows fall ♪

♪ Softly at twilight ♪

♪ I hear you call ♪

♪ Love's old sweet story ♪

♪ Told with your eyes ♪

♪ Drifting and dreaming ♪

♪ Sweet paradise ♪

[speaking Greek]

Sergeant, get these men

off the aircraft now!

Everybody off the plane!

"Of course you told me

"because I asked.

"I should have bitten out

my tongue.

"You're all I love.

"You're all my need.

"You're what I see

in front of me.

"And if I look over

my shoulder, there...

"there, I can see your smile.

"All honor I would give up

for you.

"I could accept defeat

if you were by my side."

Vera.

Do you want me to come

and hold your head?

Christ, no!

Now you'll get fat

and Dylan won't love you

anymore.

You're a b*tch.

It's the past Dylan loves.

And you.

Doesn't love me at all.

When's William get back?

I keep writing. No word.

Think he's dead?

We're still getting his pay.

Army wouldn't pay a dead man.

You'll have to stop singing.

I'll sing if I want.

They won't let you.

Not pregnant, they won't.

Oh, I can't do this.

I can't.

A mother, me? Look at me.

Well, get rid of it, then.

It's William's.

Ah.

You love him.

I hate him.

Oh, God, I hate him so much.

Look what he's done to me.

Don't laugh.

Don't damn well laugh!

I can't do this alone. I can't.

I'm here, aren't l?

Let's go home, Caitlin.

I don't have a home.

Wales, Caitlin.

Are you insane, woman?

I've got money.

What, William's pay?

I've savings.

Of course I have.

Hold him!

Bloody hold him!

You'll have

the whole town hearing you!

Shut your damn mouth!

You see this here?

Yes.

Give it here.

Don't let go!

It's only a baby.

You scream if you want to, Vera.

You hear me?

"Please write to me.

"They tell us what to write

to our boys,

"so we keep your morale up.

"It's our duty.

"Damn duty, I say.

"I'm no heroine, you see.

"I'm fed up to the back teeth

of being on my own.

"It's not

what I married you for.

"Come home.

"I've got something

I might want to say to you.

"Remember?

"You do remember, don't you?

"Come home.

"I want to touch you where

the rain fell on your skin.

"Damn you for making me

feel this way.

"Damn you to hell and back.

"And back, William.

And back."

Down.

Down!

Man down!

Open fire!

No, sir.

"Forgive us your death

"that myselves the believers

"may hold it in a great flood

"till the blood shall spurt

"and the dust shall sing

like a bird.

"As the grains blow,

as your death grows,

"through our heart,

"crying, your dying.

"Cry.

"Child beyond c*ck

by the fire-dwarfed street

"we chant the flying sea

in the body bereft."

Come on.

Sleep tight.

- I'm hungry.

- Shh.

Baby is sleeping.

It's bloody freezing.

Bloody Wales.

When I was little, my da always

used to warm me like this.

You loved him?

Adored him.

I hated mine.

You didn't hate him, not hate.

He was loathsome.

Pity you're not a man.

If you were a man,

I'd fancy you.

Don't think I didn't

know you were there.

I didn't.

I could smell him.

Come here, Dylan.

Let Vera smell you,

smell the woman on you.

Stop it.

She thinks I should twiddle

my thumbs while she-

What?

Don't wake the kids, Dylan.

So where are they, Caitlin, hmm?

Where are your little friends?

Come on, boys, out you come.

Feeding time.

Ow!

She's k*lling me, Vera!

I will k*ll you! I will!

If I catch you at it again,

I will!

Why don't you see to the kids,

Caitlin?

Go on.

Why do you do it?

I don't do anything.

I do it,

sleep with other women...

- Hello.

- Morning.

Because I'm a poet,

and a poet feeds off life.

What?

Pompous sod, aren't you?

I do it because she does it.

She always has.

She can't help herself.

It doesn't mean anything to her.

You don't need William.

You've got me.

Nothing but you and me

with time on our hands

and each other to spend it with.

Hello, Daisy.

Come back with me.

Come on.

I'll take you back

to a time when we were safe,

where no bombs fell

from the sky,

and no one died, ever.

You can't go back.

We can.

You and me.

It's not real.

It is if we want it to be.

Pity about

the poor bloody husband.

Off bleeding for his country

and paying for the fun

back home.

Don't mind if I join you,

do you?

Room for a small one?

Ooh, wartime luxury.

You can drop me here.

- Cat?

- That looks nasty.

Catty, Catty. Cat, Cat, Cat.

Cat, Catty.

God, you're drunk

in charge of a bike.

And what are you

drunk in charge of?

Am I hurting you?

You can't hurt her.

She's got skin like

a rhinoceros hide.

We're only friends,

Dylan and me,

you know that, don't you?

Don't ever lie to me.

I won't. Not ever.

Friends don't lie to each other.

Still as you can now.

Tell him to come back, Rowatt.

Tell your daddy

to come back to me.

Think he sees it, lovely?

Your daddy?

You think he sees the rain?

Hmm?

Mama, Dada.

Caitlin, shut it up!

You're its father!

Play with him!

That's what he wants.

I'm writing!

Damn it, Dylan.

Daddy! Mummy!

That's my only-

Dada.

That's my only draft!

You'll find it

in the cesspit, then,

along with my only life!

Cat! Cat!

Cat!

When I was a windy boy and a bit

and the black spit

of the chapel fold,

sighed the old ram rod

dying of women,

I tiptoed shy

in the gooseberry wood.

The rude owl cried

like a telltale tit.

I skipped in a blush

as the big girls rolled

ninepin down

on the donkeys' common.

And on seesaw Sunday nights

I wooed

whoever I would

with my wicked eyes.

The whole of the moon

I could love and leave...

For God's sake,

don't wake Rowatt.

All the green-leaved

little weddings' wives

in the coal black bush

and let them grieve.

Wash my back for me?

There is nothing

like a proper sponge.

Give us a kiss, Vera Phillips.

Give us a penny, then.

I haven't got a penny.

Like we used to be.

Little dog says, "Play with me."

That's all you'll get.

And don't you wet my jumper.

We've had baths together before.

We were children then.

I made love to you on a beach.

Once, and it was cold.

So lonely.

Not for you.

Aching with it, you are.

No, Dylan.

No what?

Don't make mischief.

There's no harm in it.

You're getting me wet.

Walk away, then.

Go on, Vera Phillips.

Hmm? Walk away.

You want us all to love you.

So I can love you back.

All right, then.

Love me.

Look at me. I'm soaking!

Shh!

Vera!

Hello.

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

I'm going to make laver bread.

Look.

No, don't.

Have you been crying?

They're sending William home.

I've never seen a man

love anyone

the way I saw that man love you.

I'm not that me any more.

I've got Rowatt.

Just tell him you love him,

Vera.

What if it's too late?

It's never too late.

It's cold! It's cold!

Of course it's bloody cold!

Catty!

I'm pregnant, you know.

Oh, God, Cat.

Whose is it?

Don't know.

Can't have it, of course.

I won't have it.

I need money, Vera.

Do you know someone?

He costs.

Is he safe?

Just say if you can't help.

I'll do it myself.

Maybe Wilfred knows how,

he's a vet.

What did you bother

with him for?

He's no bother.

Come on, we'll go to the bank.

I'd tell you you'd get it back,

but you wouldn't believe me.

Treats. Come on.

It's like I only

half remember him.

Dark.

Good-looking. Dangerous.

Can't live on memories,

though, can you?

There's only so many of them.

Use yourself up

living on memories.

It'd be a better place,

a world without men.

Possibly.

Dylan, see,

sex for him's a giggle.

He makes a joke of it,

whoever it's with.

Bet William's romantic.

I can't remember.

I think Daddy is very lucky.

Hmm.

Oh, God, look, Rowatt.

Who's that funny woman?

Who is she?

William.

It's me.

I know.

Well, then.

Can't you put him down?

He'll only cry.

What's that?

It's a collage...

for you.

Hold me, William.

I should deal with the post.

Let them wait.

In my craft or sullen art

exercised in the still night

when only the moon rages

and the lovers lie abed...

William?

With all their griefs

in their arms,

I labour by singing light,

not for ambition nor bread

or the strut and trade of charms

on the ivory stages,

but for the common wages

of their most secret heart.

You all right?

Are you?

I will be.

Will you?

I don't know where he is.

Give him time.

He's changed.

So have you.

He doesn't love me any more.

Everybody loves you.

And Dylan, everybody loves him.

Oh, God!

Oh, Catty.

Does it hurt?

I didn't think

it would mean anything.

'Course, it's a relief.

I'll stop.

In a minute, I will.

There, see?

Happy Caitlin.

♪ Whistling a tune ♪

♪ all the live long day ♪

♪ If you want to know just why ♪

♪ I can truthfully say ♪

♪ I've got a feeling about her ♪

♪ It was something she said ♪

♪ She's got me walking

on the tips of my toes ♪

♪ My hat's on the side

of my head ♪

Let's throw that.

♪ All my troubles are mended ♪

♪ She's my needle and thread ♪

♪ 'Cause she's got me walking

on the tips of my toes and ♪

Sorry, l-

I'm sorry.

I can't remember when I last-

♪ I've got a feeling

I've found her ♪

♪ It was something she said ♪

Shall we have some tea?

♪ And my hat's on the side

of my head ♪

♪ All my troubles are mended ♪

♪ She's my needle and thread ♪

♪ 'Cause she's got me walking

on the tips of my toes ♪

♪ And my hat's on the side

of my head ♪

♪ Funny thing what love can do ♪

♪ Take a little look at me ♪

All you heroes,

you think the women

just fall at your feet.

He'll always be my friend,

Dylan.

It's a fox.

It's a fox, that's all.

What's wrong, William?

Talk to me.

Please.

♪ Bye baby bunting ♪

♪ Daddy's gone a-hunting ♪

♪ Gone to get a rabbit skin ♪

♪ To wrap his baby bunting in ♪

[Vera humming]

What did you want me for?

Was it the money?

Was that it? Was that all?

Don't-don't wake Rowatt.

My money to keep your tame poet.

Oh, I had better offers,

richer offers.

You?

Have you looked at yourself?

They're my friends.

I bought them food.

- You have to feed people.

- I've nothing left.

You've got Rowatt!

At least look at him, William!

Why can't you hold him?

Is he Dylan's?

That's what they're saying

out there, Vera.

"He's Dylan's child."

I love you.

When did that happen?

I said come back and I'd say it.

I said!

You've been with him.

Haven't you?

Hey.

What do they want, blood?

A finished script.

For God's sake, man,

you've been paid for it!

Yes, but not enough.

Be that as it may-

It's like doing my homework.

It's not even broken down

into scenes yet, Dylan.

That's because I'm not

a secretary, Anita!

Well, I'm not a bloody writer!

I'm looking for Dylan Thomas.

On the house, Captain Killick.

Ah, yes, the returning hero.

There'll be another

when you've finished.

The least we can do.

Where is he?

There it is.

Waiting for you, see?

It's the spectre of communism.

That's what frightens them,

the Allies.

Two pints of bitter

and a gin and tonic.

Make mine brains.

Greece. Now, Greece.

It's the communist partisans

that risk their lives

to fight the Germans,

not the British Tommy.

What they're aiming for,

secretly, the Allies,

is for the Germans

to wipe out the partisans,

wipe out the communists,

so they won't have

to deal with them

after the w*r.

You listen to me.

I held a boy while my sergeant

hacked his arm off.

Later I held him while he died.

British boy, he was.

That was in Greece.

I beg your pardon?

We fight...

out there...

so you and your friends can-

can sit around in Hampstead

and theorise.

You do that

while we bleed our lives away.

What do you know about w*r?

You people,

what do you know about w*r, hmm?

Drink up, boys and girls,

drink up.

Introduce me to your

knowledgeable friends, Dylan.

Please, introduce me.

I'd be charmed to meet them.

I'll introduce you

just as soon as you calm down.

Oh, you can take my money.

Hmm?

You can take my bloody money,

but you can't even introduce me

to your friends?

Ha! I'm just a bloody Tommy.

Time, gentlemen!

Gentlemen, please. It's time.

- Whisky, double.

- Time's Called.

Are you refusing to serve me?

- L said time's called.

- What do you mean, time?

Go home, Captain Killick.

No, don't you laugh at me.

Oh, play the big man.

Come on.

Easy in front of a woman,

isn't it?

We only have your word for it

that you weren't

skulking at the back

with urine

running down your leg.

William, come on.

Don't bother with them,

Captain Killick.

Best off home.

William? What in heaven's name?

Take your hands off me.

- Put it down!

- Please, take your hands off.

Put the damn thing down!

Vera!

Vera?

Give me words, and I'm a giant.

Above all women.

Hmm? Words.

Beyond the bottle.

More than love. Better than sex.

Words...

for me.

Hmm?

Shall I tell you about

our first night together

at the Wheatsheaf?

She offered her honor,

so I honoured her offer.

All that long,

I've got her on offer.

Very easily entertained,

this one.

Thinks a pint of Guinness

with a potato in it

is a c*ck.

Don't you, my darling?

William, no!

No! No!

No!

No! No! No!

William, no, stop, please.

Please stop!

No one here means you any harm.

Please.

Don't you care?

Your husband and my wife.

My son.

You've got a bruise.

Take me home.

Did I do that?

Take her home, William.

Not without my g*n.

Give me the g*n...

or I'll pull the pin on this

and k*ll the lot of us.

My son.

What'd you give it to her for,

you daft sod?

There isn't a pin in it,

William.

Either it's faulty or...

it's just gone off,

and we're standing here dead,

looking at it.

Mommy!

Look, the boy's screaming.

Come home, William.

William.

All they care about is

keeping the lid on it, but...

that's Wales for you.

Doesn't want the world

knowing its business.

I mean,

we could have been k*lled.

Cat.

I haven't got any more money.

I've nothing left, Dylan.

Got your toe.

Can l...

Hold him, then.

See?

You won't hurt him.

Thank you.

Shall we take him out?

Now.

You're an expert.

Eyelashes like feathers,

like yours.

Captain Killick,

it's the police.

Open up.

Oh, God.

One way to get rid of me, eh?

William.

I love you.

Come here.

Don't think I don't understand.

His kind of violence, I mean.

I do.

It's just I've never had

a Sten g*n handy.

Tea's got scum on it.

He's a beauty.

Does William think he's Dylan's?

Is he Dylan's?

No.

I've used up all the sugar.

Were you sleeping with him?

I love my husband.

I should k*ll you.

You're my friend.

For lying...

I mean.

For lying to me, Vera.

You look smart.

Quite your old self.

I recovered

five empty b*llet cases from the gravel.

The walls being made

of wood and asbestos,

the b*ll*ts had penetrated

through to the living room,

where I also found

five more empty b*llet cases.

All with him, aren't they?

The whole bloody village.

I'm the bard, aren't l?

They've only just met him.

Shh.

A revolver, a grenade,

and 100 rounds

of 9-millimetre ammunition.

Used to lay minefields,

Captain Killick.

When he left an area, though,

he used to dig up

the mines he'd laid.

Why don't you take

the witness box

and sing Killick's praises

to his judgeship?

Why don't you do that?

Everybody loves a hero.

Are you telling me

Captain Killick didn't know

he had to hand in his weapons?

Captain William Killick

is an expert marksman.

If he'd been intent on m*rder,

he couldn't possibly

have failed.

'd be obliged

if you confine yourself

to answering

the questions I ask,

Lieutenant Colonel.

Scratch my head, Cat.

Can't.

Is there any reason

why a man of your rank

should strike a woman

in the face?

No, sir.

Why did you go to the Thomas

bungalow so late at night?

I have no idea why.

They cut me dead.

I suppose

they didn't want to see

the goose that lay

the golden egg.

I thought I'd show them

that w*r is real.

I could see there was

no one in my line of fire,

so I fired at a partition.

I never imagined the b*ll*ts

would penetrate the wall.

The walls were asbestos,

Captain Killick.

I didn't know that.

I wanted to frighten them, that's all.

There was a child present.

Is-is that a question, sir?

I can't live without him.

Did you know

the entire unit were k*lled

when they went back out there?

Wiped out.

That would have been him.

I'm begging you to help him.

It saved his life, this trial.

Did him a favor.

Dylan...

please.

You were the star in my sky.

You can't stay the same

all your life.

I can.

You'll help him, won't you?

It means that much to you?

William's my world,

him and Rowatt.

I've no room for anyone else.

I don't want anyone else.

I see.

I do, I see.

Mr. Thomas?

Captain Killick and l

were no more than acquaintances.

We would occasionally stand

next to each other at the bar.

Captain Killick

was stone-cold sober

on the night of the sh**ting,

and it is my firm belief

that he tried to k*ll me,

that he tried to k*ll my wife,

and that he tried

to k*ll my son.

Why?

You.

Leave Caitlin.

Go on.

Leave Caitlin.

You've got rid

of the opposition.

Now you come on.

Leave your wife

and live with me.

Do you see?

You want a 15-year-old girl

back on the beach,

not me.

You don't even see me,

do you, Dylan?

All you've got

is stories in your head, words.

And I have to be real.

William makes me real.

If you have sent

my beloved husband to jail...

I will never forgive you.

It is my opinion

that it is not an innocent hand

that wields a g*n

against a civilian household.

It is, however,

your peers who judge you,

Captain Killick,

and not I.

They have found

that there is no evidence

to support the charge

of attempted m*rder.

I have, therefore, no choice

but to pronounce you free to go.

There's that smile.

I never meant to hurt you.

Might as well, I suppose.

Smile, I mean.

Write, Catty.

I'll leave that to Dylan.

Write to me.

Don't be lonely.

Don't you, Catty.

Don't you.

Not for the proud man apart

from the raging moon I write

on these spindrift pages,

nor for the towering dead

with their nightingales

and psalms,

but for the lovers,

their arms round

the griefs of the ages.

♪ Was it a marriage ♪

♪ made in heaven? ♪

♪ Was it a gift

from God above? ♪

♪ Do you believe

the things you told me? ♪

♪ Or was it simply

careless love? ♪

♪ You told me once

when we were dreaming ♪

♪ Through life together

we would walk ♪

♪ Those words of love

seemed set in starlight ♪

♪ But now it seems

like careless talk ♪

♪ All your lies

are jolly melancholy ♪

♪ Your eyes were always

slightly sad ♪

♪ But now you're always

saying sorry ♪

♪ We've lost the good times

that we had ♪

♪ Over all this careless talk

of love ♪

♪ This careless talk ♪

♪ Over all this careless talk ♪

♪ This careless ♪

♪ Talk ♪

♪ The four of us ♪

♪ oh, yes, alone again ♪

♪ Our curtains drawn

into the setting sun ♪

♪ Beautiful children

that pretend to play ♪

♪ Pretending it's such fun ♪

♪ Playing with fire

with you and with life ♪

♪ Only good men dying young ♪

♪ Soldiers and sailors

and planes up above ♪

♪ All careless talk

and careless love ♪

♪ You called it love,

I called it lies ♪

♪ You stole my dreams

but no one ever cries ♪

♪ Oh, h*-h*! ♪

♪ Playing with fire

with you and with life ♪

♪ Only good men dying young ♪

♪ Soldiers and sailors

and planes up above ♪

♪ All careless talk

and careless love ♪

♪ You called it love,

I called it lies ♪

♪ You stole my dreams

but no one ever cries ♪

♪ Just dies, just dies ♪

♪ Just dies ♪