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Confirm cow number 85.

Number eighty five.

Nine, ten.

We make a good team.

What he means is,
he couldn'’t do it without me.

It'’s true.

Right now,
it doesn'’t feel like

there'’s enough hours
in the day.

Glad to hear it, son.

It'’s good to be busy.

I'’m only doing this
so I don't

forget what he looks like.

Dad! Helen!

Tonight Britain stands on

the brink of hostilities
with Germany.

At dawn this morning

German aircraft
bombed Polish towns

and German tanks
invaded her frontiers...

The evacuation of children
and families

from British cities

has today been put
into operation.

Mr Chamberlain
has asked

Herr Hitler to withdraw

his German troops
from Poland,

or Britain and France
will be forced

to declare war.

The opposition leader
Mr Atlee

has warned of the dangers
of delay.

Bloody hell.

It'’s not actually going
to happen, is it?

We have been here before.

You'’d hope they couldn't be

that brainless again,
but these

are politicians we'’re talking--

Sorry, Mrs Hall,

that was insensitive of me.

It'’s getting serious between
you two.

I wonder what she'’ll be
cooking.

Oh, she'’s not cooking

Mr and Mrs Pandhi

are hosting us.

I was thinking we should return

the invitation
as soon as possible.

There'’s no need
to look so panicked.

Panicked?
I'’m not panicked.

I'’m the opposite of panicked.

I'’ll be in my office,
Mrs Hall.

Try not to disgrace
the family name.

And don'’t roll in drunk.

He'’s just protective of you,
that'’s all.

If you say so.

I'’m sure they'll love you.

Why didn'’t you say so,
you daft beggar?

They said we could be at war
by next week.

What'’ll that mean for us?

Hey, come ere.

Listen,
there'’s no point worrying

about summat
that en'’t happened yet.

And if it does happen,

we'’ll just have to muck in,

all of us.

We'’ll get through it.

Let'’s get back
up to the house.

I'’ll see you back at Skeldale.

I just wanted to say...

There'’s no need for you
to feel guilty.

Why would I feel guilty?

Farms couldn'’t function
wi'’out vets,

and the country needs farms.

There'’s a lot of men
that'd give their eye teeth

to be
in your position.

I know that...

Look,

whatever you feel

about a sense of duty,

just remember,

family comes first,
always.

What?

What'’s up?

I said, what'’s up?

Oh, bloody hell, no?
No!

Nope.

I left India when I was young.

My parents sent me
to England

to be educated.

That'’s when I met
your brother,

at veterinary college.

Both top of the class,

and both as pig-headed

and competitive as the other.

That sounds like Siegfried,
all right.

So, how did you two meet?

I treated her cat.

Imagine his parents'’ reaction

when they heard that he'’d
fallen
for a vicar'’s daughter

from Giggleswick.

You still working
for your brother?

Strictly speaking, yes.

Haven'’t figured out
how to escape him yet.

I think it'’s important

for families to stay together.

Yeah.

Hello Daisy old girl!
Hello!

There'’s no better test
of a man'’s character

than how he gets along
with a dog.

Particularly this dog.

That'’s why you invited me,
is it?

To test me.

Course it is, lad.

Florence is our only daughter.

We need to know your
intentions.

Ri-- Right.

Well I, er...

My intentions
are absolutely honourable.

I would never treat Florence

with anything
other than the utmost...

If you could see your face!

You could have told me

your mother was a joker!

Who'’d like some wine?

Oh, but I thought...

Depends on the sect.

We take the view

that Shakti is okay with it.

Oh, well,

Shakti sounds
like my kinda man.

Shakti is the Great
Divine Mother.

Oh...

Where'’ve you come from,
little one?

Eh?

What'’s this?

Hello.

"“Dash"”.

So, that'’s your name is it?

Who in their right mind

would abandon
such a beautiful animal?

Perhaps he'’s unwell.

He doesn'’t seem it.

Have you seen him before?

No.

What will you do?

Well, we shall have

to call round,

try and track down the owner.

Poor thing.

You must be feeling

very scared and alone.

You'’re safe here with us,
poppet.

That'’s very kind of you, Dash.

But you keep it...

if Jess don'’t mind.

It'’ll keep you company.

Five millimetres?
Is that all?

It'’s marginal
but the rules

are very clear I'’m afraid.

I should never have agreed
to this!

I knew it were trouble!

They'’ll shut us down,
won'’t they?

Only temporarily.

They'’ll run further tests
and if the herd stays clear

for a month or so, you'’ll be
free to re-open the farm.

A month?

What am I supposed to do

with no income for a month?

I don'’t know.

What do you mean you don'’t
know?

What the hell are we going
to do?

I don'’t see
that we have a choice!

I have to the inform
the Ministry of Agriculture

and hope the process
is as short as possible.

I'’m very sorry.

Wait a minute,

there'’s no need to be so hasty.

What if...

I were to fetch me gun

and go and shoot
the infected beast meself?

There'’d be no reason

for the MAG to know.

The thing is,

it'’s about public safety.

The rules are there
for the greater good--

Well, sod the bloody rules!

People who make rules
about farming

don'’t understand farming

and they never have!

Look I'’m on your side here...

but I can'’t make exceptions.

You know I can'’t.

Do you know happened
in the last war, eh?

The government let anyone
go and fight

farmers, miners,
doctors, vets, anyone.

And d'’you know what happened?

The whole bloody country ground

to a halt.

And then halfway
through the war,

things start to come undone.

And I were working all hours.

I couldn'’t get the help.

And there weren'’t a day went by

that I weren'’t scared out
of my wits

that we'’d have enough food
to feed our Helen.

I didn'’t know that.

Took bloody ages to recover.

Just because
some pompous pen pusher

at Whitehall thought
they knew best.

Well, I can'’t have that again.

Look,

I can hold off informing the
MAG

until I'’ve run a sputum test

in the lab to be sure.

Might we get a different
result?

It'’s unlikely.

But if you want me to do it,
I will.

Aye.

James.

Thank you.

How'’d it go?

Fine.

Go back to sleep.

How did it go?

You look like
you'’ve been dragged

through several hedges
backwards.

It'’s impossible not to love
someone

who makes toast for you.

It was great.
Better than great.

-You'’re not hung over?
-No.

Oh, I feel like
a herd of elephants

are stomping on my head,

and it'’s not out of the
question

that a rodent has died

in my mouth.
It'’s all

Mister and
Missus Pandhi'’s fault.

My God,
those two can knock it back.

It was all I could do
to stop them

from cracking open the absinthe

and seeing in the dawn.

Is it possible
you'’re still drunk?

Yes!

I'’d like to invite Flo over
here

provided you'’ve no objections?

That sounds wonderful.

Excellent.

Do you think I could ask her

for Sunday lunch tomorrow?

Sunday lunch
is a family occasion.

Fine.

Morning.

I thought I'’d let you
have a lie-in.

Morning.
Whose dog is this?

Somebody left him
on the doorstep.

Have you seen him before?

That was Mrs Pumphrey.

She'’s worried about a stray
cat.

Would you mind--
I'’ve got far too much

to get through this morning.

Mr Chamberlain

has sent an ultimatum
to Herr Hitler.

Withdraw from Poland

by no later than 11 a.m.
tomorrow,

or Britain and France
will be forced

to declare a state of war
with Germany.

The Prime Minister
will broadcast to the nation

on the morning of the third,

and should the conditions set
out to Germany not be met,

then Mr Chamberlain
will have no hesitation

in announcing
that a state of war

exists between
Great Britain and Germany.

Sit yourself down.

You must be starving.

I thought you had the day off.

After you left yesterday...

It looks like one of the cows

might be positive.

Why didn'’t you wake me up?

I didn'’t want you up
all night worrying.

James, of course, wake me up.

This will confirm it
one way or the other.

And the rest of the herd
were all negative.

Well get on with it then!

Poor Dad.
Is he alright?

He doesn'’t want it reported.

He knows they'’ll shut
the farm down.

We can'’t keep this from the MAG

it'’s TB we're talking about!

We have to report it.

Let'’s go and break the news
to Dad,

and then
I'’ll redo the paperwork.

That'’s Mallock's van.

Oh, eck...

I had no choice but to kill it!

If the MAG shut this place down

we'’ll struggle to survive
the year!

This is a deadly disease, Dad!

Have you forgotten about

poor Mister Henry'’s boy?

The rest of the herd'’s
tested negative,

all of them...
I'’m just sayin',

with a bit of common sense

we can keep
running the farm safely.

Killing it is against the law!

They could hit you
with a whopping fine,

or worse!

More than that,
James could get

struck off for this!

It won'’t come to that.

Hang on...

if James is struck off,

does that mean
he has to go and fight?

Ah, well if, um...

if they find out,
I'’ll tell 'em
it were my decision.

I'’ll tell 'em
it were nowt to do wi'’ James.

They'’re going to find out, Dad,

cause you'’re going to tell
them
the truth.

The farm being shut down

for a few weeks is one thing,

James'’ career being destroyed

and everything that goes
with that is another.

Go and phone the MAG.

The sooner this is straightened
out, the better.

Aye.

To be fair to your dad,

he was just trying
to protect you both.

As was I.

We can look after ourselves,
James.

Understood.

Just... don'’t be too hard
on him.

When it comes to the people
you love,

sometimes judgement
goes out the window.

You do whatever you can
to protect them,

no matter the cost.

Here we are.

She'’ll come
for a saucer of milk,

recline in the sun
like Cleopatra,

and then she'’ll be off again.

Well,
she'’s in pretty good health

for a stray.

I'’ll give her a vitamin shot.

Friends of yours?

I'’m growing a War Garden
with the Women'’s Institute.

It'’s really going rather well

we'’ve got runner beans,

beetroot, potatoes, turnips.

I'’m thinking
of having a crack at celery

but it'’s notoriously difficult.

I can'’t stand celery.

Give it a wide berth I say.

It'’s as much
about building morale

as anything else.

All of us mucking in together,

you know?

We must all do our bit,

Mister Farnon.

If it comes to it,

I shall pelt those Nazi buggers

with root vegetables.

All right,
come here, then, you.

-There we go.
-Oh, well done you.

Isn'’t she a darling?

She doesn'’t quite trust me, yet

but I'’d love to take her in
one day.

Wouldn'’t Tricki be jealous?

No.

He doesn'’t perceive her
as a threat--

Do you Tricki?

You'’re taking this really
seriously, aren'’t you?

One can'’t afford not to.

If it makes you feel any
better,

I don'’t imagine Pumphrey Manor
is high

on Hitler'’s list of targets,
Mrs P.

You'’ll forgive me
if don'’t take military advice

from a veterinarian.

If there is a war,

I want this place to be
a sanctuary.

Not just for my staff,

but for anyone
who might need it.

When you find

someone you really care about,

you must cling onto them

like a life ring in a storm

because you never know
what might happen next.

What will your dad and Jenny do

while the farm'’s shut down?

Back there...
What did you mean

about protecting
the people you love?

Can we just put the whole
thing behind us

and enjoy the weekend?

James, you promised

you'’d be honest with me.

No secrets, remember?

Oh...

If Jess en'’t allowed on
Mister Farnon'’s chair

then neither are you.

Go on, down.

Oh, alright then.

But not a word to Mister
Farnon.

Everywhere I look,

it feels like we'’re heading
for war.

I can'’t say it's easy

watching these
other men signing up.

It made me realize

how lucky I am to have you,

and our life here in Darrowby.

I feel the same.

And on the one hand
I want to hold you

close and never let you go.

And on the other,
I want to fight for you

with every fibre of my being.

I understand that.

But the war'’s
hundreds of miles away,

and there'’s no certainty
it'’ll happen.

I hope you know
that what you'’re doing here

is incredible, James.

I'’m so proud of you.

What'’s going on?

They'’re evacuees.

Oh, James look
at their little faces...

Hello.

Where have you come from?

Come now, children!

That'’s it.

You really don'’t have
to follow me, Dash.

I'’m sure Jess
would love a playmate.

Mister Farnon
has many qualities,

but tidiness en'’t one of them.

"“If you are suffering hardship

and you cannot place
your animals

in the care of neighbours...

it really is kindest

to have them destroyed."”

It'’s from the government.

You can'’t put him down.
It'’s barbaric.

And what do we do
when the next one'’s brought in?

And the one after that?

We can'’t keep him, Mrs Hall.

Then what do we do?

I don'’t know!

But he can'’t stay here.

Everything alright, Triss?

Right. Yes. Absolutely.

Are you sure about that?

Would you...

Could I interest you in a pint
in the Drovers?

I'’m gasping for an ale.

Why don'’t I get us all one?

Gents,
can I leave these with you?

Do you think
there will be a war?

I don'’t know.

What will you do if there is?

Why do you ask?

I suppose, because
you always do the right thing.

But what is the right thing?

Sorry it took so long.

What have I missed?

Oh, I was just telling James

how he'’s my all-time hero.

D'’you hear that James?

See not everyone wants
to throttle you.

Ah.

Right.

You do that side,
I'’ll do this one.

That'’ll be lovely, thank you.

One of the good things

about the TB testing is that

I'’ve been able
to save some money.

I was putting it aside

for a place of our own

but if your dad needs it...

You really are the most
selfless
person I know.

Has someone tidied up in here?

Why?

Audrey!

What'’s the matter?

-Mm?
-The letter on here.

Have you seen it?

The MAG one?
I posted it for you.

It didn'’t have a stamp on it!

I thought I were being helpful.

Oh, God.

Tell me we haven'’t just sent
the MAG a form

stating there'’s no TB
at Heston Grange...

Harcourt'’s going to strike me
off for this.

I should have called them

the minute the cow
tested positive.

You'’ve done
nothing wrong.

But it looks to them
like I have!

It looks to them
like I'’ve falsified a form

to prevent my wife'’s farm
being shut down.

What if I were
to take responsibility?

If they strike me off

I'’m too old to be conscripted.

You can'’t do that,
Mister Farnon.

Mrs H is right.

It'’s out of the question.

I'’m going to see
Harcourt myself.

If I just tell him the truth,
maybe he'’ll believe me.

Believe you?
He'’ll eat you for breakfast.

I need to explain what
happened.

Then I'’m coming with you.

It'’s lucky you're a good vet

because I'’m not sure
you'’d cut it as a florist.

Fancy a cuppa?
I'’ve just put the kettle on.

Great, yes.

Er...no, um...

Is anyone else home?

Joan'’s here.

Doris too maybe.

Why?

Could we talk out here instead,
maybe?

-I'’ll bring the tea out then.
-Great.

Can we not just go inside?

I know they may be a bit
strange

but they don'’t bite.

Wouldn'’t you rather be out here

in the fresh air?

By the smelly drain?

It does smell a bit, yeah.

Why are you being so weird,
Triss?

Right.

Yes, um.

The thing is...

I'’ve been doing a lot
of thinking.

You know I think you'’re great.

Not just to look at.

You know exactly who you are.

And that to me is just...

I'’ve only ever done
what Siegfried wanted.

He expected me
to go to veterinary college,

so I did.

He told me to retake my exams,

so I did.

He asked me to join him

in his practice...

Well, you get the idea.

Anyway.
To the point.

I know we haven'’t been seeing
each other

for very long,
and I'’m sorry

this isn'’t more
romantic

but for the first time
in my life,

I want to be my own person.

Plough my own furrow,

so to speak.

Oh, my God...

And I want to plough it

with you.

What the hell are you doing?

That didn'’t come out quite
as I'’d hoped.

No, I mean,

why would you propose?

I-- I don'’t know.

I suppose I thought...

You'’re a life ring
in a storm...?

A what?

Oh, God you'’re going to
turn me down,

aren'’t you?
This is horrendous.

Oh...

You know how fond I am of you,
Triss.

You'’re kind and funny.

I just...

Maybe now'’s not the time,
you know?

Don'’t you think
there are more important things

going on in the world?

So... you'’re not saying no?

You'’re just saying
not now...?

Here'’s what I think.

I think maybe you'’re right
about your brother,

you won'’t be happy

until you step out
of his shadow.

I think if we got married now,

you'’d never know.

You need to find out
who you are...

and you'’re not going to do that

by being with me.

It'’s a bit like waiting

outside the Headmistress'’
office.

You never got in trouble,
did you?

Someone had to be
the teacher'’s pet.

Mister Harcourt
will see you now.

Wish me luck, then...

Don'’t be daft,

I'’m going with you.

Would I be right to assume,

this has something to do
with the phone call

I received from Richard
Alderson
earlier today?

Yes, Mister Harcourt.
Unfortunately,

we found a case of TB

at his farm.

Perhaps you'’d care to tell me

why he put the animal
down himself

rather than letting us
deal with it?

The reason I'’m here,
Mister Harcourt,

is to tell you that,
unfortunately,

a mistake was made
with the forms.

-I see.
-In the next day or two

you'’re going to receive a form
in the post,

declaring the herd
to be negative.

Are you telling me

that not only was an animal

improperly culled
on your wife'’s farm

but you tried to cover it up?!

No, sir.
You see,

it wasn'’t me who filled out
the form,

it was an honest mistake-—

Oh, bloody hell.

It gets worse by the second!

I hope you'’re not going to tell
me it was your wife

here,
because unless she'’s passed

her exams on the sly,

she'’s not a registered
veterinarian.

Mister Harcourt,

let me start by offering you

a full and unreserved-—

Bugger your apology, man!

We'’re in the middle
of a national crisis

and you'’re trying to pull
a fast one on me!

That'’s not how it is,
I promise you-—

Do you actually want
to be struck off?

Because I can'’t for the life
of me

think of another reason

you'’d do something

so bloody stupid.

If I can say something--

No you may not!

Never,

never have I seen such

reckless disregard

for the safety of farming
and the population at large!

If you'’d just let me explain!
Please!

That'’s all I'm asking!

I'’m going to give you one
chance

but you'’d better make it good

because you'’re not getting
a second.

Nothing good comes
from worrying.

That'’s what I keep
telling myself

anyway.

I don'’t like how long he's
been.

[door shuts[

Did somebody die?

We thought you were James.

He'’s gone to see the MAG.

We'’re worried about him.

So, I can see.

It were all my fault.

It was not your fault.

How'’s Florence?

Is she coming for lunch
tomorrow?

She may never come for lunch.

Turns out she doesn'’t want
to marry me.

You proposed to her?!

Oh...

I'’m so sorry, love.

Are you alright?

Tristan, what were you
thinking?

Well, I was thinking she'’d say
yes, obviously.

Only you.

Only you could rush
into a marriage proposal

and then be surprised
when it didn'’t work out.

Why is belittling me

all you ever seem to care
about?

I wasn'’t trying
to belittle you--

You put everyone else
on a pedestal,

and me, you treat like an
animal
that needs training.

Oh, what absolute nonsense.

You think so?

It'’s blindingly obvious
to everyone

that James is the apple
of your eye.

That you'’re so terrified
of losing him.

Well, why aren'’t you terrified
of losing me?

Tristan,
I realize you'’re angry--

Angry?
I'’m not angry.

I'’m awake, Siegfried.

I feel like I'’ve opened my eyes

for the first time in my life.

Maybe you should open yours,
too,

because the world is changing

and you need to change with it.

You know, one of things
I most admire about Flo,

not that you'’ve ever bothered
to ask, by the way,

is that she has the courage

to live her own life.

I'’m sorry if I've made you
feel like that.

Nothing could be further
from the truth.

The truth
is that nothing I ever do

will ever be good enough
for you.

I only wish I'’d realized
it sooner.

I will always look after you.

I hope you know that.

That'’s just the thing.

I know you will.

Mr Harcourt,

I understand
where you'’re coming from,

I do.
But I want to be

very clear about this.

This is the antithesis of
clear.

I didn'’t knowingly try

to conceal the truth.
I would never do that.

Just as I would never
put my name

to a false document.

I didn'’t put my name
to a false document.

I never signed it.

It'’s true.

The form'’s null and void.

-It counts for nothing.
-Signed or not,

you still tried to pull the
wool

over my eyes

and that'’s a sackable offence.

My husband'’s not a liar.

In fact,
he'’s one of the best people

you'’re ever likely to meet!

Kindly control your wife,
Herriot, or I shall have to.

You can talk to me,

I'’m right here!

And I'’ll have my say,
if you don'’t mind.

Even when he makes mistakes,

James is never anything
but honest.

And every single thing he does

is about helping other people,

and if you knew him
like I do,

you'’d know he'd never lie.

Look,

Dales farmers are a tough
bunch,

they know their mind
and they'’re not easily swayed.

I should know,

I'’m one of 'em.

Now, here'’s the truth of it:

James worked hard to win
their trust.

He'’s the one
that got 'em signed up

to your TB testing scheme.

Without him,
none of them

would have agreed to it.

Not one.

You strike him off now

and you'’ll lose all of 'em,

I can promise you that.

And with them,

any hope of controlling TB

in this county.

My husband'’s a good man

and right now,

we need good men more than
ever.

Much as I'’d like to see you

dragged across the coals,

the truth is your wife'’s right.

You are a lucky man, Herriot.

Thank you, Mister Harcourt.

Now, get out of here

before I change me mind.

Bloody hell.

By signing here, you agree

to the Ministry of Agriculture

taking temporary custody
of your entire herd,

until such time

as the necessary conditions

have been met,
at which point

the animals will be returned
to your charge.

Thank you, Mr Alderson.

We'’ll be in touch.

We'll get through this Dad.

I'll make sure of it.

I'm just glad Harcourt
that saw sense in the end.

I don't know
who's more relieved,

you or Mr Farnon.

You've never seen
two people

leave a room so quick,

ain't that right, James?

I'm sure Heston Grange
won't be closed for long.

Still, you must be worried.

I am.
But I can't lie,

I'm more worried about James.

I think we all were.

Has there been any news
this morning?

Not since the cabinet meeting
last night.

There was talk
of an announcement but...

Hello!

You're still here then?

Your brother wants
to put him down.

You know perfectly well
that's the last thing
I want to do.

Oh, what are we to do with you?

Why don't you ask if
Mrs Pumphrey will take him.

You think she would?

I do, actually.

Why don't you give her
a call?

Be quiet, this is it now!

I am speaking to you

from the cabinet room

at 10 Downing Street.

This morning

the British Ambassador

in Berlin

handed the German Government

a final note

stating that unless we heard
from them

by eleven o'clock,

that they were prepared
at once

to withdraw their troops
from Poland,

a state of war would exist
between us.

I have to tell you now

that no such undertaking
has been received,

and that consequently

this country

is at war with Germany.

Why don't you say hello?

I don't know.

He's a good man
who cares for you.

It doesn't need
to be complicated.

I'm sorry about Flo.

It's funny,

it's like she knows me
better than I know myself.

You and Helen seem so happy.

And I suppose I thought:
why can't that be me?

You know, when I first arrived,

I didn't know
what to make of you.

To be honest I thought
you were a bit of a cad.

-A cad?!
-A chancer.

I thought you only cared
about yourself.

Oh, thanks very much.

But then I got to know
the real you,

and I realized that couldn't be
further from the truth.

You're a good man, Triss.

For what it's worth,

I don't think marriage tells
you
who you are.

I think you need to find
that out for yourself.

You've been like a brother
to me, Jim.

You say that like...

No one's going anywhere.

It's hard to fathom, in't it?

But perhaps it were inevitable.

I'm glad
they can't call you up.

First time I've ever felt glad

not to be a young 'un anymore.

You must be worried
about your lad.

We're writing to each other
now.

He told me in his last letter,

he said...

he said he weren't afraid.

I were so scared he'd end up
like his father,

but he's not.

He's not like him at all.

One day you can tell me
about it.

But you've no need to now.

It's just good to see you
again.

Ah, Mrs Hall.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I won't keep you.

But I've thought about it

and I'd be very happy

to take him.

I'm sorry, Mrs Pumphrey, I...?

I feel it's the right thing

to do under the circumstances.

And Tricki and I could do

with some extra company.

Couldn't we, Tricki?

Mister Farnon called me

about the Springer Spaniel.

Dash, is it?

Oh, I see.

Delighted to hear it.
Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey.

Morning, Mr Farnon.

The thought of putting him down

was rather too much to bear.

Dash!

Oh, look at him, he's
beautiful!

Come here,
come and say hello to Tricki.

You're going to be

the very best
of friends,

I can tell.

No, no.

You must go with Mrs Pumphrey,

there's a good boy.

Come on, Dash, come on,

you have to go.

She'll look after you.

I'm sorry, Mrs Pumphrey.

No, no, not at all.
We shall pop back
again tomorrow,

-won't we, Tricki?
-No,

I mean,
I'm sorry to have put

you to this trouble.

Dash belongs here with us.

Isn't that right, Mrs Hall?

As you wish, Mister Farnon.

James?

Talk to me.

About what?

I'm not stupid.

Most people given an eleventh
hour reprieve

like Harcourt gave you

would be doing cartwheels.

When I saw the faces
of those children,

I couldn't help but think
they might never see

their homes again,

or their parents.

The only rational human
response

is to try and stop it.

To help.

I do know that.

The thing is...

If I don't put myself forward,

then who am I?

I just know I could never
forgive myself

if I did nothing.

I'll always be grateful to you,
Siegfried, you know that.

They might turn me down,
but I have to at least try.

Wait a second, Jim!

I'll walk with you.

Can't let you go on your own.

I never thought
we'd be here again.

All wars end eventually.

Normal life will return.

In the meantime,

we must appreciate what we
have.

I intend to be kinder
to my brother.

You should hold me to that.

Do you think
they'll stop ringing,

like in the Great War?

Do you remember?

Every bell in the country from
Land's End to John O'Groats.

Completely silent
till the armistice.

I wonder if this will be
the last time we hear them.

You'd best leave me here.

Or you'll end up getting
recruited yourself.