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Welcome. Welcome.

Now, I'm sure I speak for everyone
when I say how good it is to see

Mrs Fisher back with us once again.

Fully recovered, I hope, after
the terrible events of last Sunday.

Now, there are two things
this morning.

First, it's the church roof fund,
yes, which currently stands at,

Mr Prescott?

Thank you.

Three pounds, eleven shillings
and sixpence. Well, it's a start.

Next, I'm sure nobody needs
reminding that Helmstead

will welcome a party of young
evacuees later on this afternoon.

I had hoped we wouldn't
see this day again,

but I'm sure you'll open your hearts
and homes to these poor mites,

torn by the misfortune of war
from the bosom of their families.

Once again, Mrs Gulliver
will be assuming the role
of Billeting Officer

and a special vote of thanks
to The Ganderton Sisters,

for heading up
the Evacuee Committee. Sterling work.

There's a complimentary bottle
of lice treatment.

One with every child.

Good day to you, Esther.

Magnificent.

I was just admiring
your mother's brooch.

How are you, young man?

Eyes any better?

Shame.

Come on, love.

Anything I can do, Esther,
you know where I am.

I hope you'll be a regular
Mr Gillespie. We're short of tenors.

Afraid not. Business takes me home.

Then Chicago's gain is our loss.

You're leaving?

The company doesn't run itself. And
there's nothing for me in Helmstead.

I take you've made no progress?
I did warn you.

I've got one week left.

A deal isn't over
until all the cards are played.

Couldn't tempt you in? It's too late
to turn me into an honest woman.

Shame, you missed some fine singing.
No, I heard it from out 'ere.

They were flat.

And whoever was responsible
for them harmonies should have
been strangled at birth.

Talking of harmonies...
Condover booking.

I put a few new numbers in.
Stop the repertoire going stale.

Vera Lynn, Andrews Sisters,
all the modern stuff.

Note perfect by Saturday, mind,
else the refunds come out your cut.

Make that Friday.
I'm off to London, Saturday night.

All above board, 24-hour pass
from Lady La-dee-dah and everything.

Friday, we'll need
more rehearsals, then.

Speak for yourself.
See you around, Vic.

24-hour pass?

You've only been here five minutes.

Compassionate leave - me mother's
sick. I thought you were an orphan.

Then she's sicker than I thought.
Hey, passionate leave, more like.

With a certain married gentleman.

Good afternoon. Fine day.

Something wrong?
Darn right... You're smiling.

The British and the Americans
are allies.

I feel I've been neglecting
the hospitality befitting
that relationship.

In that case,
we never did take that walk.

Chicago sleeps on a Sunday.
I have all day.

Which is something I don't.

Always duty before pleasure
with sis. What is it today?

Spitfire fund? Jam judging?
Laying hands on the sick?

Evacuee billeting. We could
always use an extra pair of hands.

Well, I would...

But if you're unable
to entertain our guest,

then one of us has to fly the flag.

Gloriously free, all day.

Right, then...

Her Ladyship has promised
The Ganderton Sisters

a volunteer to help
with the billeting, so...

Don't look at me.
Connie it is, then.

Why not Saint Joyce? Right up
her street. The enquiry is today.

What's to enquire?
It's a dead Jerry.

I thought the whole point
of this war was to kill as many
of 'em as possible. Connie!

You ain't worried?
Erm, it's just a formality.

Just tell them what happened.
She can't remember. Shell shock.

It was self defence. That's
all they need to know. Exactly.

Chin up, champ.
I'm sure they're all nice people.

How many can I put you down for,
Tulley?

One. Big enough to do digging.
If I must.

Now, now, Tulley.

We all have to do our bit. Quite.

I don't want any bedwetters
this time - or Roman Catholics.

Oi, they're Cockneys,
not animals. Of course not.

They're just like real children.

This enquiry
is to establish the facts

leading to the shooting
of Oberleutnant Ulrich Keitmeiler
eight days ago.

It must have been very upsetting.

I don't remember much
after the crash.

Don't worry.
If it doesn't come back to you,
I'm sure we can...fill in the gaps.

That's it, dears, keep moving.

Round and round, children.

No! Wait!

Please, mister! No, I promised
me mum. Please, please, mister!

I've had enough of this.

Disgrace!

The cart crashed.

Then what happened?

The gun was on the ground.

'We both went for it,
but I got to it first.'

Then? I pointed it at him.
You were afraid?

I was angry.
In fear of your life. I hated him.

He was the enemy.
He came towards me.

He "lunged" towards you.

No, not exactly... And then you
fired the gun in self defence.

I don't remember.
I think we've heard all we need.

He wasn't armed.

I beg your pardon?
I had a gun and he didn't.

So how could it have been self
defence? He was a Kampfflieger -

a trained, killing machine -
against a slip of a girl?

His physical presence
was weapon enough.

What's going to happen to me?
If it were up to me...

..I'd give you a medal.

You're a very brave young woman,
a credit to your country.

But he... Goodbye, Mrs Fisher.

And thank you.

Don't even think about it.
I wasn't stealing, Miss. Miss?

Aren't you brung up polite?
Where you from? Bow.

My mum told me to say
please and thank you.

And that "Sir and Miss are never
amiss". Sounds a sensible lady.
What else she tell you?

Be a big boy... Don't cry.
Yeah, well, big boys don't cry.

"Miss" Connie Carter, of Stepney.
That makes us neighbours.

Wish you was there right now?

Mm. Still, adventure, ain't it?

What you been up to?
Digging, mainly.

Go on, then. Have it.

Ain't they feeding you?
Treating you all right?

He's in the yard.

I was looking for you.

War souvenir.
Thought you might be able to use it.

What for?
Target practice, before you go.

I'm a good shot.

You're not aiming at rabbits.
And he won't be running away.

He'll be coming right at you.

She needs to know.

You going to sneak off
without telling her? No.

You've got a week left.

And I don't want to ruin it.

Then make most of the time
you've got left.

That's it.
Feels heavier, doesn't it?

Right, cock it back.

Now it's got the hair trigger now.

Hey! All tickety boo?

Yeah, yeah, me and the specialist,
we got it all sorted, didn't we?

I'm having an operation.
Hey, smashing.

Eh, stick those in the loft for us,
will you?

And when you've finished that,
there's some toffee carrots
in the larder. Thanks.

40 guineas... Soon.

Or he'll go...

It'll be too late.

Or rather, it won't be,
because I will find the money.

I'm sorry, eh, Billy lost the fight.
I know, I know.

But I'll find a way.

There's always a way.

Are you following me? Can we talk?

You heard what my husband said?
He's all I have left.

Can you blame me for trying?

I've nothing else to say to you, Mr
Gillespie. I do. A minute. Please.

One minute.

He's my heir. My flesh and blood.

He's my flesh and blood.
Did you ever think I'd let him go?

I know that now.

A fool to think otherwise...
Come with him.

To Chicago? For all his faults,
Cal had great taste in women.

The kid needs his mother.
You'd be an asset. "An asset"?

You wouldn't be Mrs Finch
any more. You'd be the mother
of William Gillespie.

And where I come from,
that makes you a someone.
I am a "someone" - here.

You've got nerve.
Offering him a better life?

In time, everything I own,
which is more than you can imagine.

It's his birthright
and you want to deny him that?

I have a husband
and William has a father.

Think about it, that's all I ask.

Come with me,
I'll lay the world at your feet.

There's always a way.

Should have time for one more
rehearsal before Friday.

Poor little beggars. Caught
that one after me grub earlier.

Ten bob to a whistle,
he ain't being fed properly.

They're safe and happy.
It's a shame more families aren't
prepared to make the sacrifice.

Maybe they'd rather face blinking
bombs than live in the country.

Well, this is me. You should
venture in some time - finest
medieval church in the county.

I've heard rumours
about the size of your organ.

Yeah, it's a Nicholson
& Co, Malvern, Worcester.
Manual double, 16-inch pipes.

You don't say(!) You should hear it
when I pull all the stops out.

Literally and metaphorically.

Maybe you could stop by Sunday?
My sermons bring the house down,
even if I do say so myself.

Don't you get it?
He doesn't want the likes of me.

I think "He"

has room in his heart for everyone.

Wait! Leave me alone.

Oi! Leave him alone.

What you think you're
playing at, you great lump!

Evacuee committee? Good.

Cos that kid billeted with
what's-his-name, that Tulley,

it's not on. Cheek!

These children are lucky the likes
of us are willing to take them in.

His mum sends him to safety, he ends
up with the la-la. It ain't right.

Who is this person? La-la?

I regret to say she's one of my land
girls. Miss Connie Carter. "Miss"?

Nothing better than the town tramp!

Hanging around in pubs,
flashing her wares.

Dropping her drawers
for a stick of GI gum. Jealous?

I can't imagine last time you
lot dropped your drawers for anyone!

Oh! Ooh!

Maisie, Maisie. Smelling salts!

Well, you can't see what's happening
right under them fat noses.
No good'll come of it!

No good'll come of you,
loathsome Jezebel.

You're a bad lot, Connie Carter.

Now, take yourself off,
before I call the police!

Their intentions are good. You heard
her. Don't you know when to steer
clear? You're not a bad person.

I think you see the worst
in others, because you can't
see the good in yourself.

And you can stay away
from our vicar, as well!

Does he know you're sloping off
to London for a weekend

of adulterous fornication?
You're a disgrace!

Yeah, right,
Joan of flamin' Arc, that's me.

And what you gawping at?

We'd better get back.

They'll be wondering where
we've got to.

Let 'em wonder. Five more minutes.

Ah...

I want to stay here for ever.

Pasture Farm?
You've changed your tune.

Yeah, well, I've realised
I don't care where I am,
as long as I'm with you.

There's something I have to...

Ladies first.

I saw Jack Gillespie today.
What did he want?

He asked me to go to Chicago
with William.

He said I'd be a grand lady,
with the entire world at my feet.

What did you say?
What do you think I said?

You want to see the world. If you
went with Gillespie, you could.

I don't want to see the world
without you.

Anyway,
what did you want to tell me?

You count them out,
you count them back.

I'm holding you personally
responsible for every darn one.

Yes, sir.

Good morning. Morning.

Beautiful. Albeit kinda prickly.

Every darn one, fella! You want a
job doing... Excuse me. Sorry, sir.

Mr Gillespie.

I wonder if you'd like to join me
for dinner tonight?
You wonder right.

Shall we say 7:30 sharp?
One proviso.

Can we drop the "Mr"?

If we're going to be dinner
companions, surely by now,
you can call me Jack.

7:30...Jack.

I look forward to it...Ellen.

Goody, can we dress for dinner?
I do love dressing up.

And we never get the chance
these days. You won't be there.

One of us has to show our face
at the Parish Council meeting
to discuss the fete.

And why can't you?

Because I already
do everything else.

And because, since you seem
bent on staying, it's time
you earned your keep.

Hold up mate. What's the hurry?
Look, what's going on?

Right, that's it!

Now, there we are, sir.

Now, sir.
What can I do you for... Ooh.

Watcha think you're playing at?

You think nobody'd notice that kid
you've got is covered in bruises?

And what you feeding him on?
Fresh air?

He's half starved - and double
rations for you, I bet?

Fat - four ounces, sugar -
12 ounces, meat - six ounces,

tea - two ounces, bacon - three
and a half ounces, eggs - two.

What?

Come here.

Stop it, right now, mister!
Sugar - 12 ounces...

Lay one finger on me,

my fella will have you carved up
like a side of beef.

Eggs... What you flamin' on about?
There, you see. His fair share,
my fair share.

Fat - four ounces, sugar - 12 ounces.
All right, I get it.

So how come he looks like he hasn't
had a decent meal in days, then?

Well, he don't eat it. He hides it
away when he thinks I'm not looking.

I saw you! I see you.
How do you explain these, then?

Nowt to do with me.

Well?

Wriggle your way out of this.

And to think I believed in
all your lies and subterfuge?

Mrs Gulliver, listen...
Oh, don't bother.

Once that inventory is returned
to the relevant authorities,

you're finished, Frederick Finch.
No, wait, wait, I can explain.
Oh, this should be good(!)

See the thing is
about carrot whiskey...and I...

It's like this, see... Church roof.

Church roof? Church roof?
Church roof. Finch was struck
by the vicar's plight

and that whisky was burning
a hole in his conscience.

Mmm. Well, we don't often see
eye-to-eye, but in this case...

Well, it's not black marketeering.
More like, fundraising.

Yes... God's fundraising.

What makes you think
I should believe you, of all people?

Think of me what you will.
But Dennis Tucker is no liar.

And no friend of Frederick Finch.

Look I'm, er...

..I'm only a few shillings short
of what, ten... 20.

20 guineas.
And the lead is so expensive.

Well, I can't say I approve of
the means, but the motive's sound.

Make sure you bring me the full
proceeds tomorrow, in church.

And, in return, my inventory?
See you tomorrow.

Your sister?

Mum made me swear on my life
I'd not get separated from her.

I couldn't stop 'em.

She's only four, miss. She's hungry.

What about them bruises?
They caught me taking her an egg.

They said I'd nicked it
from them and I was a bad boy
and needed to be punished.

Who are these people?

Needs a little more ochre, dear?
Hmm? I think it does.

Oh, oh, dear, erm... Are you here
to complain about your evacuee again?

No. I'm here to complain about
another one - Pam Price.

Does that ring any bells, dear?
Not a one, dear.

Do you know where she's billeted?
Here, you daft bats! You've got her!

Oh! She means... Sarah.
Her name's Pam! Such a sweet thing.

We thought Sarah suited her better.
A much prettier name.

Our mama was called Sarah.
I want to see my sister.

Well, that's not possible at the
moment. She's being disciplined.

Another 26 minutes to go.
28, by me.

Where is she?

Erm, it's about Martin, my son.

He had an accident and he could go
blind. He has to have an operation.

Sorry... More occupied than France.
Excuse us.

Cocktails on the terrace.

I'm... I'm sorry to hear that.
I need to borrow 40 guineas.

Can't your family help?

It would be a loan.

I would pay it back with interest.
That isn't possible.

If I make an exception for one, I'd
have to make an exception for all.

Hoxley is an agricultural estate,
not a bank.

I understand.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

I will... Thank you.

Come on, sweetheart.

You're stark raving mad,
both of you!

What a palaver about nothing.

The child is wilful and naughty
and needs disciplining. That's all.

And she cries rather a lot.
We had no idea she'd be so noisy.

You can't just go starving
and beating and locking up kids.

It ain't right. Never did
us any harm. Absolutely not.

Yeah, well, it did me!

Oh, there's no need
to get emotional.

About an evacuee? I ain't
letting you get away with this.

One...two...pull!

Six inches out. You winged him.

In the wrong arm!

I'm a dead man.

You jerked at the trigger,
pulled the sight off target.

Again!

How will she cope? I've nothing to
leave, except half a share of debt.

She'll manage, if it happens.

Right. Tighten the wrist.
Solid grip.

Stuck here. A widow with a baby. Her
life over before it's even started.

Men fight, women wait.
Neither has a choice.

Right, focus... On the front sight!

Bea has a choice.

Gillespie wants her to go
to Chicago, with William.

She'd see the world.

Everything she ever dreamed.

Or she can stay here,
end up like Joyce.

Irrelevance.
That girl will never leave.

I've seen the way she looks at you.
What you going to do?
Drive her away?

Focus.

The bullet...will lie behind it.

One...two...fire!

We never have, in all our lives.
Never been so insulted.

Oh, put a sock in it. She burst into
our house and snatched our evacuee.

Yeah. Out of the coal hole. and he's
no better off, with the local crazy!

How dare you march in here
accusing upstanding members
of the community!

We bought her a new frock. And we're
knitting her a tippet, for winter.

Oh, well that's all right then(!)
Please, please.

If we all speak one at a time,
I'm sure we can get this
sorted out in a tick.

Now, Mrs Gulliver,
perhaps you'd like to go first.

Bit of discipline never did
anyone any harm. You reckon?

Well, aren't you going
to do something?

Well?

I don't think anyone
believes the ladies

had anything other than the child's
best interests at heart. Hear, hear.
However, given their age

and...Miss Gwen's lumbago,

I do worry a child this small
might be a little too...bouncy?

She is rather noisy.
Exactly. Mrs Gulliver?

I'll see if Vera Clam
can squeeze another one in.

She won't be happy about it, mind.

Although an extra 15 shillings will
be very welcome in that household.

I think that would be for the best.
Call yourself a man of God?
Is that the best you can do?

Soap's rationed in Blighty.
Doesn't do to leave it lying around.

Need a hand? Darn thing.
I never could get the hang of this.

How have you managed to survive
this long without being able
to tie your own tie?

I usually find someone
to do it for me.

My sister wouldn't... "Wouldn't"?

Tie it for you.

She wouldn't give the time of day
to a man

that doesn't know how
to dress himself like a gentleman.

But she is Lady Ellen Hoxley,

whereas you are no more
than a "crude opportunist".

Her words, not mine.

Why waste all that energy,

which could be
better channelled...elsewhere?

Cheer up.
You'd think someone had died.

What do you want?

Found it in Fletcher's Hollow.
It was that Jerry's.

You should hand it in.
It's nothing much, just some photos.

Is that him?

That poor woman. She's German.
No different to me.

Just waiting, praying...

hope dying.

He had his hands up, didn't he?

He was there, weren't you? Don't be
daft. Yes. Tell me what happened?

It was self defence.
No, he was surrendering.

He was on his feet.
He could have disarmed you.

I murdered him.

Don't be a fool, woman.

You're a heroine and a patriot
and thanks to you,

we've got one less murdering
Luftwaffe to worry about. Seconded.

Then I hope John hasn't met
a German woman as brave as me.

Joseph! Don't let them take her.
I promised me mum.

What d'you call this? Out
of the frying pan, into the fire?

Mrs Clam's a good woman. She looks
like Lizzie Borden's grandma.

You said you'd help. Please, miss,
please! Sorry kid. You promised.

I did me best, champ.
Got a train to catch.

Maybe you should
be getting ho-...back.

I'll drop by next week!
See you're OK?

So you're going to London? Yeah.

Something to say about it?

Have a nice time.

Have you seen Connie?

Here... She's gone AWOL.

On her high horse about some evacuee
billeted with Tulley.

Tulley? Poor kid.

We'd never let William go...
even if it were raining bombs.

Never? Never.
If it was for his own good? Meaning?

Maybe he would be better off
in Chicago.

I told you,
it's out of the question.

He'd be away from all this.
A life most kids dream about.

What are you saying?

I'm saying...

..maybe he'd be better off
with his own family.
They aren't his family.

They are, Bea. He's a Gillespie.

Sometimes, when I look at him...

I see Cal's face.

But all this time,
you said he was like your own.

No, I thought it would go away,

then he turned up
and it's never going to go away.

He's leaving...

Do you think a man
like that will give up?

He'll be back, he'll never give up.
And we can never move on.

You're late
for the Parish Council meeting.

Oops.

Sit down.

Can I get you anything?

Alcohol.

# Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound

# That saved a wretch like me

# I once was lost
but now am found

# Was blind but now I see

# Yea, when this flesh
and heart shall fail

# And mortal life shall cease

# I shall possess
within the veil... #

Mum?

Mum! Joseph, come here.

# Amazing grace
How sweet the sound

# That saved a wretch like me

# I once was lost, but now am found

# Was blind, but now I see. #

Finch! Frederick Finch!

Have you been avoiding me? Never.

Good.

Because I have something for you and
I believe you have something for me.

I'm waiting.

No. No?

That money's for Esther,
for Martin's operation.

Are you sure about that?

You do your worst.
But I'll tell you this.

If God would rather put lead
on his church roof

than save that little
kid from going blind,
you can keep your church going

and your do-gooding and your
so-called Christian charity.

I'll have nothing to do with it.
Good day to you, Mrs Gulliver.

Wait, Frederick...

Take it. Why?

I think God understands that we
sometimes do the wrong things for
the right reasons.

Have you got enough? Not quite.

But I'll get the rest.

Hey.

Sorry for busting in. She's taking
them home on the next train.

Well, I'm glad.

Did you have a nice leave?
Not flamin' likely.

Spent the entire time looking
for her. The entire time. Really?

Really. Good thing I was
staying with me cousin Nellie.

She's the nosiest parker in
Whitechapel. Cousin Nellie?
I said, didn't I?

Lucky, as it happens,
turns out Rita's house got bombed

so it was only down to Nellie's
noseying I found her.

Cousin Nellie.

Cousin flamin' Nellie!

You're a good person, Connie Carter.
You're a good, beautiful, person.

You know that?
You ain't so bad yourself.

See you around, Vic.

Here, there. You're a county
champion. Never forget it.

Have you finished?
Only I'm welling up here.

You be good now.

Make me proud.

Always a pleasure, Finch.

Come on, come on.

Ta Dah!

Where did you get this?

Let's just say that's between me
and Gladys Gulliver.

There, there.

You let it all out.

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