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I don't think I can continue
to see you, now Bob's back.

I'm so very sorry.

Our scrap laying all over the fields
is one thing,

but hiding loaded weapons on the
farm is...

Stan, I don't like this, one little
bit.

Mrs Barton, may I introduce
Neil and Ian Lyons?

We want to forge a long term
relationship with this company.

Annie! Miss Fenchurch here finds it
difficult to believe you can fly.

Whatever we decide to do with it,
it will be in Noah's best
long term interest.

I've been looking for you,
everywhere.

I thought you were at the factory.

Helen has a son, as old as their
affair.

GUN CLICKS

GUN CLICKS

MUSIC: Siren
by Samuel Sim

ROOSTER CROWS

AIR RAID SIREN WAILS.

Dawn raids, now. They're testing our
defences.

How are we holding up?

Restricted information.
SHE LAUGHS

We're old friends.

Should I be practising my German?

You realise I could have you locked
up,

for that kind of defeatist talk?

I deny everything.
HE CHUCKLES

Was Miss Fenchurch at the shelter?

She was. Why do you ask?

I'm just on my way to pick
her up, for a day out.

How lovely. What have you got
planned for today?

Oh, well, nothing as exciting
as you.

I don't want to scare her off,
with too much excitement.
SHE CHUCKLES

I'm aiming for highly enjoyable.

Well, if she's with you,
then it will be.

Well, I'll see you soon.

MOTOR REVS

CAR ENGINE RECEDES

FEMALE: Ready to go, in half an
hour?

BACKGROUND MALE CHATTER

BAG THUDS

Will you tell me I'm doing
the right thing?

You like him, didn't you?

He seems very nice. And he certainly
likes you,

or he wouldn't have asked
to take you out, for the day.

It's not as straightforward
as that, though, is it, Alison?

It could be, if you give it a
chance.

No more looking over your shoulder,
wondering what people are thinking,

or saying about you.

No more living in fear.

THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

KNOCKING

Dead on time!

One of the chief drawbacks
of being in the RAF

is you come to regard everything as
a kind of sortie,

with an unforgiving punctuality, at
its heart.

Sorry! All ready!

You look lovely.

You look very smart, yourself.

Took me ages to decide what to wear.

In the end, I went with
Wing Commander.

Good choice. Suits you.

DOOR CLOSES

No turning back, now.

Why ever would I want to?

BIRDS CHATTER

PAPER RUSTLES

COW MOOS

Just decided. Not going back.

You bloody well are.

I'm getting bored of looking at you.

COW MOOS

It's going to be difficult.

You just get yourself back here.

TRUCKS RUMBLE

As we expand, to meet the demands
of increased parachute production,

we're having to take on more staff.

I'd like to improve the lighting
on the shop floor,

make it a brighter place to work,

eventually put more windows in, to
allow in more sunlight.

Long overdue, in my opinion.

You're certainly going at it all,
guns blazing.

This is my factory now,
so I'm going to run it as I see fit.

Where have I heard that before?

The responsibility here is
far greater than that involved with
running the WI.

If members didn't like the way I ran
the institute,

they could simply vote with their
feet, and leave.

Employees can't do that.

They need the job... Of course.

..so I see it as my job, to keep
them happy, doing theirs.

CHEERFUL MUSIC

All the new changes you're planning

require the agreement of the 20%
shareholder.

The 20% represents a share
of the profits,

not a say in the running of the
company.

Morning. Morning, Alison.

Besides, the 20%, left to Helen,
will soon disappear.

Why?

I've arranged to meet
the grandfather...

..and buy him out.

It's rather drastic.

It's the only way I can
sever all ties with him.

Do you think he'll agree to sell?

As the boy's trustee,

Mr Lakin is tasked with
acting in the boy's best interest.

If my offer is clearly beneficial,
he'll have no choice, but to accept.

So much of my time is spent
behind a desk, now.

It's wonderful to be able to just
get out into the open, and walk.

Don't you feel the same way, stuck
in a classroom all day?

Well, I'm not stuck behind the
desk...

..but I can certainly see why
you like doing this.

I love walking.

I used to do it all the time with...

With?

Friend.

Shall we press on?

Would you need to be back
by a certain time?

No, but I would like to reach
the top by a certain time.

Well, to the top it is, then!
THEY LAUGH

FACTORY CLATTER AND CHAT

MACHINES BUZZ

That's for you...
INDISTINCT MALE VOICES

We'll be in touch...
INDISTINCT VOICES

INAUDIBLE VOICES

I can certainly see why
you wanted me to see this!

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, this is stunning, no doubt...

..but it isn't what I wanted
you to see.

What is?

DISTANT AIRCRAFT

AIRCRAFT GROWS LOUDER

That.

What is it?

Parachute training flight.

Bang on schedule.

But best watched through your own
eyes.

It's beautiful.

I hoped you'd like it.

It's wonderful!

I'd love to do that.

It's the most extraordinary
experience.

Float to earth, like a dandelion
seed.

HE CHUCKLES

Can I borrow those for a moment?

Of course.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry. We...

We have to go.

Why? What's happened?

They're not getting up.

BOB: More firmly around the waist.

You're going to have to bear my
weight.

PAT: Are you sure you're ready?

If I don't try now, I'll never know.

Oh, why don't we wait for Dr
Campbell to make a proper
assessment?

No, I'm not wasting money
on a house call.

Now, after three.

Ready?

One, two, three. Oof!

Lift, woman. Come, on, lift! I'm
trying!

Ah! Ah!
HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Idiot!

I'm not tall enough to get
the right amount of leverage.

Let me get Dr Campbell.

He might be able to do it.

And if he can't, let's find Bob
Weston.

No, no, no, no. I made a mistake.
PANTING

We'll try again in a few days.

Whenever you feel ready.

I'm due at the exchange.
How long will you be?

The usual length of time.
Three hours.

Get some chocolate, while you're
out.

Saying please, occasionally, won't
kill you.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Please.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

HE PANTS

DOOR OPENS

KNOCKING

Brindsleys are here,
for their appointment.

Come in. Sit down. Thank you.

How are you doing, David?

Bearing up.

I still can't believe
he's really back.

Perfectly understandable, given
everything you've been through.

We're very lucky.

We know that.

As you know, I've already seen
the extent of David's injuries,

and have now read the records,
forwarded by the Navy,

following your medical discharge.

I wanted to see you together,

since you will play a major part
in David's rehabilitation.

Of course. When can I return to the
shop?

Shop? To work.

How often do your scars
split open, David?

When I forget, sometimes.

Uh, you know, when I reach
up, or I bend suddenly.

Painful?

Well, that should lessen, over time.

But I'm afraid there is absolutely
no question

of you undertaking
any form of manual labour

in the shop, or anywhere else,
for that matter.

What? You must know, your back
simply won't take it.

HE EXHALES LOUDLY

For... For how long?

For how long?

For the rest of his life, Bryn .

David's back will never heal.

I'm sorry I'm late! Only ten
minutes. I was waylaid, at home.

One of the Czech soldiers
left this, for you. What?

I was just about to pop
it in Spencer's bag,

so he could deliver
it to your house.

Which one? Which one, what?

Which soldier? Didn't ask for his
name. Should I have?

No...no.

That's fine.

This will be about the WI, in some
regard.

Although, why he delivered it here,
I don't know.

I have given them my home address.

Oh...

Um... Have a good shift.

Thank you, I shall.

DOOR SLAMS

Not the most joyful consultation
I've ever had.

That poor boy.

New war...

..same old story.

It was delivered during your
appointment.

It's your results.

PAPER TEARING

Will?

The tumour...

..has shrunk, by between 20 and 30%.

What? It hasn't disappeared.

But you're giving it a run for its
money.

So it would seem.

How much more time will
that give you?

Impossible to say.

Months, perhaps a year...

Oh, however long, it's a wonderful,
wonderful gift.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING
What's happened?

SHE SOBS

SOBBING

KNOCKING

If that's death, come to apologise
for an administrative error...
THEY LAUGH

I think it's Tom.

He said he'd call around,
if he could.

SMOOCHING

I can...come back later...

..if now's not a good time.

Now's a brilliant time.

Dad just received some
wonderful news.

He's just telling Mum all about it.

THEY LAUGH

DOOR SLAMS

I've put in for as many Land
Girls as we can afford.

And they're supposed to be back
soon,

so you shouldn't find
yourself short handed.

Right.

Don't let the Irish lads
hold you to ransom.

They know what we pay
for the harvest.

Don't let them take the piss.

I won't.

Little Stan's gonna have to pull
his weight, and then some.

Yeah. He knows.

I left the figures for the... In the
dresser drawer.

I've already read them.

Right.

It's all going to be here, when
you get back.

Just as it is, now.

Off out?

No point staying here.

David, even if you can't do as
much as you used to,

there's still plenty you can do,
to help in the shop.

Help? Help, but not work.

Help out. Like a child?

I didn't mean it like that.

Let me do that. I can tie my own
laces!

I'm sorry.

It just takes a bit longer.

TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLES

DOOR CLOSES

Sorry I'm late!

I was just thinking, it's not like
you.

Perhaps not old Jenny, but new WAF
Jenny

might find herself stretched
for time, like never before.

WAF...Jenny?

I've joined the WAF.

I say joined...

..I was more or less spotted.

I say spotted. I was plucked,
Mrs Sims,

from behind the bar at Tapley Wood,

and asked, by a senior WAF
officer, to consider joining!

I say asked. She more or
less begged me.

Very impressive.

You could...Think about joining the
WAF.

Oh, no. No, I'm sure I'd be too old.

Mmm. You're probably right.

EXCHANGE RATTLES

Number, please?
Putting you through now.

TRUCK RUMBLES

PILLS CLINK

SHE GASPS

Shouldn't you be resting?

Since I opened that letter,
I feel like resting 20 to 30%
less than I did before.

SHE LAUGHS
I'm working.

Don't be so bourgeois.

We are bourgeois.

Couldn't we take some time off?

Be wanton hedonists, for an hour?

We have received some good news.

Some wonderful news.

So...

..we should celebrate.

Very well, but only for 45 minutes.

Well, that doesn't sound
very wanton!

It hasn't started, yet.

WATER GURGLES

I wasn't sure you'd get my letter.

You shouldn't have left
it at the exchange.

Someone might have become
suspicious.

But, if what you said at the camp
is true,

and you don't want to see me
anymore,

what should they be suspicious of?

When we were dancing, I could feel
Bob's eyes burning into the back
of my head.

I panicked.

Do you want to see me?

Not an hour passes, where
I don't miss being with you.

SOFTLY: Good.

Because I need to see you.

Be with you, not only now,
but in the future.

How can we think like this,

when we don't even know
if we'll survive the war?

We have no choice, but to assume
that we will.

Only then, will we have a chance
to make a life together, when this
is over.

OMINOUS MUSIC

MALE: Are you absolutely certain
you've seen Ian Lyons give Mr
Taylor money?

ALISON: Lyons gave Mr Taylor a brown
envelope.

I saw him open it. It was full of
money.

Large notes, or small?

I couldn't tell, from where I was
standing.

But once he counted the cash,

he slipped the envelope
into his jacket,

and hurried back into the factory.

Has this happened on more than one
occasion, or several times?

I've only seen it once.

So it could easily be a fee,

for introducing the Lyons brothers
to Mrs Barden.

Not something we'd lose sleep over.

Lucky you.

I'm losing a great deal of sleep,
over what I'm doing, behind
Frances's back.

During wartime, public duty takes
precedence over private loyalty.

You wanted to take this on,
remember?

I had no idea it would involve
bringing known criminals into
my friend's business!

We have no interest in seeing
the factory wrecked, Mrs Scotlock...

..only in using it, to get
at the Lyons.

SHE SIGHS

HE PANTS

GLASS TINKLES

HE SOBS

KNOCKING

WILL: Whoever it is, get rid of
them.

DESCENDING FOOTSTEPS

ERICA: Coming!

Good day, Mrs Campbell.
Mrs Cameron!

Or should I say, Madam President?

Well, arguably both.

I've come wearing two hats.
I'm a little busy, at the moment.

Hat number one, I would like
to re-register with Dr Campbell.

Is...is that you, and Mr Cameron?

Just me. Just you.

Hat number two... I'm a little bit
busy.

..I want to discuss first aid with
you.

What about it?

If a bomb fell on the village
once, it could do so, again.

Ordinary people should be trained,
to deal with injuries,

in the event of an explosion.

If a victim is left untreated,
before they get to hospital, I mean,

by the time they get there,
may well be too late.

It's an excellent idea,
unfortunately...

Why don't you put the kettle on,

and I'll explain to you what I have
in mind.

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS

DOOR SLAMS

I'm home!
TYPEWRITER CLACKING

CLACKING CONTINUES
Sorry I'm late.

Woman working the shift after mine
was late,
TYPING CONTINUES

and we can't leave the exchange
unstaffed.
TYPING CONTINUES

TYPING CONTINUES
It's not the first
time she's been late.

TYPEWRITER DINGS
It's developed into a bit
of a habit.

Each time she gets away with it,
she's a little later, the next time,

which isn't fair, for all of us.
TYPING CONTINUES

Sounds like it's going well.

HE SIGHS

It's some of my best work,
if I say so myself.

Real drama, on the page.

And you expect the sample chapter
to be ready to send out...

You got your eye on a new dress,
have you?

Of course not.

Hopefully, by the end of the week.

You read the paper today?

No time. Why?

Just been officially released,

that we suffered our biggest
loss in maritime history,

during the evacuation from France.

Nearly 3,500 men...women...children.

All gone.

Dreadful.

Around the same time, our Czech
friends were being rescued, further
south.

But not all of them, mind.

What do you mean?

They managed to leave some
of their boys behind.

Well, I expect the fighting
was extremely fierce.

The British all leave together,
or they all stay, and fight.

We don't abandon our own.

I don't think that's very fair.

Why would you say that?

We...have no idea
of the circumstances.

The fact that some were left,
tells us all we need to know,

about the ones who made it out.

Strutting around the village,
like they own the place.

But in their hearts, they know
they're cowards.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

Now you're back...

..sandwich would be nice.

TYPING RESUMES

First harvest, without your old man.

Your mum's gonna need to lean
on you, hard.

Need you working even harder.

Are you ready?

Looking forward to it.

It's time.

CROWS CAW

Where are we going, exactly?

Exactly, this way.

I mean, are we going anywhere
specific, or just roaming around?

Somewhere specific. Where?

I just need someone along,
for moral support.

Not to be interrogated, every
step of the way. Someone?

You!

I thought you were gone all day!

Nick had to get back early. Why?

He'd taking me to a beauty spot,

so that I could see the para
recruits do their parachute
jumping.

Very romantic.

It really was...

..until we realised, some of them
weren't getting back on their feet
again, after landing.

Oh, they weren't dead, or anything.

They were moving.

They just weren't getting back up.

Anyway, Nick's gone back to Tabley
Wood, to see what the problem was.

You didn't cut things short
because you weren't getting on?

We were getting on like a house
on fire.

He's lovely company.

I totally understand why
he wanted to get back.

He really cares about his men.

Why don't you invite him
over, for supper here,

and carry on, where you left off?

Impress him with your culinary
abilities?

Alison.

I don't have any culinary abilities.

Well, impress him with mine, passed
off as yours.

Connie's gone, Theresa.

Connie wasn't the first.

She could be the last.

Go on. Invite Nick over.

It's a local Observer Corps.
The eyes and ears of the RAF.

You want to join the Observer Corps?

But... It's a civilian service.
The RAF can't stop me.

HE CHUCKLES

SHEEP BLEAT

SHE KNOCKS

Hello?

Yes?

I'd like to enquire about joining.

You sound like a girl.

It's very observant of you.

A sarcastic one.

I was trying to be funny. Sorry.

Well, as much as I appreciate
a good laugh,

females aren't eligible
to join the Corps.

What difference can it make

if the people, spotting planes,
are male or female?

I didn't make the rules.

But shouldn't you at least
understand the rules,

before you enforce them?

No need. The rules are the rules.
I want to help out with the war
effort,

and I think it could be good... If
the rule, disallowing females from
joining

could be rendered more flexible,

would you be fundamentally
opposed to Laura joining?

I, personally, have no issues
with females becoming observers.

Some of the most observant
people I know are female.

But the rule says... But if the rule
could be relaxed?

We are a singular bunch,
but fair minded.

If the rule allowed it,
I wouldn't foresee any problems.

I still don't understand why
you choose to be so... Thank you,
sir!

Let me speak to my Wing Commander,
and see what he advises.

Goodbye. Cheerio.

Goodbye, sir.

Thank you.

Quick learner,
like you, could be an asset.

Thank you.

I haven't done anything yet.

You have.

And, there's your change.
Thank you very much. Good day.

David?

David...

What do you think you're doing?

You heard what Dr Campbell said!

He needs to try.
MEAT THUDS

DAVID PANTS

You don't have to prove
anything to us.

This isn't for our benefit.

Come on then, son.

One step at a time.

DAVID PANTS

HE GRUNTS

Go, get it off!

PANTING

DAVID GASPS

Bryn!
DAVID WHEEZES

DAVID SOBS

Come.

DAVID SOBS

Suggesting we meet at the house
was inspired.

Well, whenever Adam needed
to have a difficult conversation

with a parishioner, he always
did so, in their own home.

It's where they felt most secure.
Very disarming.

You know, I've asked for the boy
to be out of the house,

so that I don't have to see him.

I know you want nothing to do
with him,

but you can't keep calling him, "The
boy."

Sounds like you have an axe
to grind. I do.

With your deceased husband, and his
deceased lover.

Not with the boy, who was the one
innocent, in all of this.

The one innocent, Sarah?
And you, of course!

I know you find this extraordinarily
difficult, but use his name...

..or you run the risk of sounding
unpleasantly antagonistic,

towards a child. I'll try.

In all probability, Peter came here,
many times.

You put that out of your mind.

You have come with a positive offer,

that will enable you all to move
on with your lives, without
entanglement.

Indeed. You might even attempt
a smile...

..or you might not.

DISTANT DOG BARKING

SHE KNOCKS

What do you think?

I think it's a great deal of money.

I'm sure you'll agree that a sum
of this size

would provide your grandson with
backing,

to do whatever he wanted, in life.

Yes, it would.

It would certainly reassure
my wife to know that Noah

had financial security.

We're neither of us in the best
of health.

Granddad!

Mr Lakin! You were expressly
asked to keep the child out of this
meeting.

Noah! I told you to play, until
I came to fetch you.

I hit a four! Not with a tennis ball!
A real cricket ball!

I swung the bat, and followed
through,

and ran all the way to the boundary.

Who are they?

HE PANTS

David!

David Brindsley!

Where are you going?

Bird watching.

Me too.

Great big German ones.

The Observer Corps agreed
to take me on...

..in spite the fact that I'm a girl.

Little arm twisting, for the Wing
Commander at Tabley
Wood didn't hurt.

Nice to have friends, in high
places.

Must get lonely, wandering
around by yourself.

Things to think about.

Yeah, well, among all of that,

have a think about joining
the Observer Corps.

I have to say, the offer
is very generous, Mrs Barden,

but in considering it,
I have to take into account

the wishes of two people.

Two people?

Noah and Peter.

I'm sorry, Peter?

Your husband didn't leave Noah
a sum of money

to spend or invest, Mrs Barden.

My husband didn't leave anything
to Noah, but to your daughter.

His mistress.

Peter bequeathed Helen a portion
of his business,

for the benefit of herself and Noah,

a portion we can reasonably assume
was intended

to pass to Noah, upon Helen's death.

I think that's a reasonable
assumption, don't you, Frances?

I suppose so. That is how I
interpret Peter's intention.

I have to respect that intention.

For that reason, your offer,
for Noah's 20%, is declined.

Forget what Peter may, or may not,
have had in mind,

when he drew up the will.

I can't, Mrs Barden.

Oh, I understand how you must
feel about him.

You couldn't even come close.

Peter is the boy's father.

I have a duty, to uphold

what I believe to be his last
will and testament, towards his son.

Noah will remain, as a shareholder.

That pie was extremely good.

And I'll be back tomorrow,
for more of the same.

You'll be most welcome. I'm not
joking.

Neither's she!

THEY LAUGH

Theresa told me you witnessed
something rather unusual,
the other day.

Unusual? The parachutists.

Oh, yes.

Terrible business. Someone's going
to cop it, and rightly so.

Why? It was a routine training
exercise.

They were landing on well-known
terrain.

Some of the boys came down too hard,

and ended up with a mixture
of severe sprains, broken ankles,

and a fractured pelvis.

When you say came down too hard?

Too fast. And not just up here.

There have been similar reports,

from training bases, around the
country.

So not just a random accident?

Powers that be don't seem
to think so.

As a consequence, as of this
evening, in fact,

they've suspended training, across
the board...

..until the cause is discovered.

I will not have it! You need to
calm down.

That child is a result of Peter's
secret life.

I won't be shackled to all
of that, for the rest of my days.

Dragging it behind me like a rock.
Don't decide on anything hasty.

Oh, I've already decided!
I'm going to sell the factory.

Does Noah pose so much of a threat
to you?!

We should never have gone
to the house.

Well, I'm glad we met him.
How can you say that?

Weren't you curious to see
what the last fragment of Peter,

on this earth, looked like?

Weren't you stunned to see that
he's the spit of his father?

He's inherited all of Peter's
mannerisms,

the way he looks at you, when you
talk.

And in 20 years, no doubt, his
capacity to lie and deceive.

That is a terrible thing to say.

You cannot visit the sins of
the father upon his child.

Why not? God would.

Well, not Adam's God!

And if I ever did believe in one,
his would be the one I'd choose.

Well, thank you once again,
for a delightful evening.

And that really was the best
shepherd's pie I've ever tasted,
by the way.

Well, you really must come again.

I'd like that, very much.

Oh! Ecch... Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to be...
Please don't apologise.

I'm sorry. You caught me
by surprise, that's all.

It really was lovely to see you.

And you.

ENGINE STARTS

If we didn't know before, we do now.

Our village lies directly
under the Luftwaffe's flight path,

into Liverpool, and the great
cities of the northwest.

Furthermore, our canal is being used
to transport ordnance, to the south.

That means the whole network
has become a German target.

We would be remiss, if we didn't
anticipate the next bomb to be
dropped

on Great Paxford, and be at
the ready, to treat injuries,

should they arise.

So this evening, thanks to the
assistance of our five Czech
volunteers,

Dr and Mrs Campbell
will take us through the basics

of blast injuries, and how to treat
them, in situ,

whilst waiting for evacuation
to hospital.

QUIET CHATTER

Remember, ladies, it's better
to do it right, than to do it fast.

Thank you.
SHE CLAPS

Everyone, stop what they're doing.

You've all done very well,
but time is pressing on.

So could we all thank our wonderful
volunteers?

APPLAUSE

So, gentlemen,

if you'd like to step over here,
I'll release you from bondage.

LAUGHTER

For the remainder of the evening,

I'm going to teach you how to
attempt to revive a casualty

whose heart has stopped beating,

and who has also stopped breathing.

The first is cardiac massage,

and the second is mouth
to mouth resuscitation.

So, if everyone could find a
partner...

Yes, Miriam?

Are you saying we're to put
our mouths, to the mouth
of another woman?

As you would have to if you came
across a female casualty? Yes.

I don't know what Bryn would say
about that!

LAUGHTER

SHE SIGHS

You all right? Yeah. I'm fine.

Just needed some fresh air.
Go on back in.

You sure? Yes, Steph. I'm fine.

Really.

It's just been a long day.

I think I might just go home.

You look tired. I feel it.

Go on! You're missing the
demonstration.

Get a good night's sleep. I'll try.

LAUGHTER AND CHAT

SEWING MACHINES CLATTER

Don't usually see you here,
at this time of night.

Still trying to catch up with how
the factory works. I admire your
diligence.

Our parachutes are high quality,
aren't they, Mr Taylor?

The highest. Doesn't leave
this building, if they weren't.

That machine...

..will stop 'em dead.

PHONE RINGS
Yes?

Sorry to disturb, Wing Commander.
There's someone at the gate for you.

Yes. Let him through.

Well, you must think me
terribly rude.

First, what a lovely surprise.

Second, why would I think that?

It was such a wonderful day, Nick...

..and all you got, by way of thanks,
was a limp handshake.

I can assure you, a handshake
was more than I was expecting.

It shouldn't have been.

That's what you deserved.

Not to mention, this.

Is there any further news
about the parachute accidents?

They're pretty sure
it's a manufacturing fault.

Ma, the lads have cleared out.

We'll lose the farm.

Hello, Mother.

Why don't I talk to him?

Warn him, to never to lay a finger
on you.

This...changes everything.

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