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 anymore.
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 labor 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 anymore.
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, I-
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 #
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 specter 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 war.
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 theorize.
You do that
while we bleed our lives away.
What do you know about war?
You people, what do you know about war, 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?
- I 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 honored 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 cocktail.
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 gun.
Give me the gun...
or I'll pull the pin on this
and kill 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 killed.
Cat.
I haven't got any more money.
I've nothing left, Dylan.
Got your toe.
Can I...
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 gun 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 kill 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 bullet cases from the gravel.
The walls being made of wood and asbestos,
the bullets had penetrated through to the living room,
where I also found
five more empty bullet cases.
All with him, aren't they?
The whole bloody village.
I'm the bard, aren't I?
They've only just met him.
Shh.
A revolver, a grenade,
and 100 rounds of 9-millimeter 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 murder,
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 war is real.
I could see there was no one in my line of fire,
so I fired at a partition.
I never imagined the bullets 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 killed
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 I 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 shooting,
and it is my firm belief that he tried to kill me,
that he tried to kill my wife,
and that he tried to kill 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 gun 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 murder.
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, ho-ho! #
# 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 #