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Are we sitting comfortably?

Then I'll begin.

He's dead. Who?

The oldest man in Britain,
it's me now.

I'm the last Victorian.

You're scared, aren't you?

You're frightened
I'll die before you finish filming.

It's not quite what you mean, is it?

What you really mean is that

YOU'RE frightened you might die
before we're finished.

I can tell you about
the Battle of Waterloo,

from what I was told by the daughter
of a man who was there.

I can tell you about
the General Strike,

the day Winston Churchill came

and the ice cream we made

and what happened to my teacher...

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Thank you very much.

Anything for Mr Eyre?

Oh? At last.

Willie, Willie, Harry, Steve,

Harry, Dick, John, Harry three,

Edward one, two...

three.

Willie, Willie, Harry, Steve.

Harry, Dick, John, Harry three,

Edward one, two, three,

Dick two, Henry four, five, six...

then who?

Pals together.

A great, great honour.

'Mary, Bessie, James the Vain.

'Charlie, Charlie, James again.'

John, Harry three...

I'll see you later?

Easy, girl, easy.

What greater honour...

What greater honour could there be?

Aaahhh!

Ahhh, dead!

'William and Victoria,
Edward seven next,

'and then came George V in 1910.'

What's Rutter going to do
with our land?

It's a field, not land.

It's our land.

Bert!

Bert!

Bert?

Boy!

Son!

I didn't want to sell the field.

Not to Rutter, not to anyone.

But we have to give
ourselves a chance.

And a new start has to be paid for.

Come on, show me.

All right.

Left or right?

You going to lead with your left
or your right?

You have to make your mind up.

Make your mind up.

Is it Joe?

Private Joe Middleton.

Two names and a rank. For a horse?

Molly?!

She pulls t'cart that takes milk to
t'station for Sheffield train.

How many cows on the farm?

Six.
Not much milk.

Enough.

We wouldn't survive without her.

Well, we're here for a few more
days. Some other horses to look at.

We'll have a think about Molly.
You should too.

What do you mean?

A horse like that,
what is she? 16 hands?

Artillery are dying
for big beasts like that.

Ask yourself,

do you really need her
more than your country needs her?

It's a question of
conscience really.

£75.

Compensation.

Wait till we're married.

Morning. Morning.

Ah, here she comes. Hello, trouble.

Here we go.

Come on, love.

I had a letter
from our Paul yesterday.

Good. That's...

What, what did he say?

"Hope this finds you
in the pink as it leaves me."

Anything else?

No.

They don't sound themselves
when they write, do they?

Now then, don't be late for work.

Come on, girls, inside.

Safe?

Oh. You.

Take your time.
There's more than one column now

so I've to look at the top
of the second column as well as...

Sometimes the... the Ms are
in the first column

and sometimes in the second column
and sometimes they're in both.

Why are you back here?

I'm working for the council.

Not a detective anymore?

No.

So what's your...

Taking an interest in local life
and local history.

Middleton.

I can't have it.

If you're late, the process is
missing a part... You.

Who's going to ink the boots
if you don't?

I can't have lateness
and I'm not going to have it.

Leave immediately. Leave?

You can't do that! It's done.

Do you know how much women
like Grace sacrifice for you?

She goes 12 hours without
feeding her baby.

No baby died because...

The mother, not the baby.

Where do you think the milk goes,
if you don't feed?

The breast becomes engorged.

Can you imagine how painful that is?

And how do you think a woman feels?

All of that and now
because she's late once...

Who do you think you are?
Could I have a word?

I have to let her go.

Mister Hankin...
I don't have the money.

You need Grace Middleton inking
the boots tomorrow.

The inspection?

Now hold your nerve, Hankin.

She can go back to work.

So, when you think of men from this
village doing their duty...

fighting evil, protecting you,

isn't it good to know
that we shall be together,

side by side in a Pals Battalion
named for this village?

Conscription is not
the right word for it!

Because it doesn't do justice
to what we are being asked to do.

It is a great honour,
that's what it is.

A great honour!

Isn't it, Mister Eyre?

Is it?

And, er, what would you call it?

Have you grown taller, sir?

What did you say?!

The minimum height requirement
for the army has come down, Bert.

Oh, perfect, they will fit.
Eva, there you go, Eva.

Tommy, ready-made.
Get them on your feet.

Ah Francis, look at those.
They were made for you.

Mr Eyre, grab hold of those.

What's that for, sir?

This tells people that I'm ready...

that I'm not a shirker.

You sound like Lord Kitchener.

Good.

Did you get a letter, sir?

Yes, I did.

Get it off.

Now, remember, everyone.

There's breakfast, dinner and tea.

Breakfast, dinner, tea, it's easy.

How old do you have to be?

You'd think a teacher would know
the right date.

This is Mr Bairstow,

and he wants to find out
all about us.

So, I want you to answer his
questions accurately and honestly.

What did you have for breakfast
this morning?

This morning?

Yes. Porridge.

You?

Porridge.

Anything else?

Eggs. Really?

Bread, jam, meat!

Suet pudding.

Anything else?

Bert. Bert!

Oh, Bert's coming over.

It was you that told them
about big Molly, wasn't it?

She has to do her duty.
The farm needs her. She can't go.

While you've still got a farm.

Leave him alone. You!

Leave him alone.

Joe?

Shouldn't there be people?

What's the point in having
a picture with nobody in it?

Well, you can capture a moment
with a photograph.

A particular place at a particular
time and then, you have it,

to look at, forever.

But you could come to the
Dew Pond at any time.

Why do you have to catch it?

We all like to give things
shape and form.

It's because
we're all afraid of dying, Bert.

Are you all right, sir?

Sorry.

We saw a witch here, me and Joe.

She tried to pull me under.

I would've drowned
if I hadn't swam. Swum.

Swum?

Swam?

There's something that
I need to tell you.

And I haven't told you already

because I know you're going to be
disappointed in me...

which makes me a coward, really.

You're not a coward.

You would protect us, wouldn't you,
if the Germans came?

Of course.

How does Hankin get the casualty
list before The Times, Edmund?

Wrong question.
WHY does he get it first?

And you're going to give me
the answer?

And what do people do?

Hmm? They go to Hankins to look at
the lists and when they see that

their son or father isn't dead, they
buy their daily bread at Hankins.

Hmm, so the war is a business
opportunity, is it?

According to my mathematics, based
on the present rate of advance,

we should be on the Rhine, what,
180 years from now.

We can't all stop breathing
for a couple of centuries, George.

Life doesn't just stand to attention

while the war walks past
in its own time.

180 years is a lot of boots.

Throw a punch.

And again.

Keep it straight.

And again.

You're left-handed?

Boxing don't lie.

So, you lead with your right.

Throw a punch.

Keep it straight. Throw a punch.

OK.

And again.

That's it! Harder!

That's it!

It's called Stockholm Tar.

Look, she has some cuts
and grazes on her.

And the tar applied to...

Stops the flies.

They can cause mastitis, you see,

which would be very dangerous
for her.

You have to be careful
it doesn't get anywhere else.

Just the tips.

Oh, hello, Lottie and Daisy

and... Ah, what's the little one
called, George?

I can never remember.

Martha.

Miss Lane.

Caro, I think...

The Minister's daughter
not good enough for you, Mother?

That is what you're talking about?

If you will burst into rooms...

What were you saying?

She's young.
Only two years younger than I am.

Do stop treading on everything
I say!

Give a little space,
George, so we can all breathe.

Hmm?

Mm-hm.

She's young. There's nothing
so frightening than

the righteousness of people
under 30.

You're patronising me!

Well, I'm your mother.
I'll do whatever I like with you.

Well, I can't tell you how glad I am
that conscription's finally here.

And what will fighting give you,
George? Better poems?!

George is sick with love
for the Minister's daughter

because he mistakes her
righteousness for conviction.

He thinks that getting killed
will impress her,

forgetting, of course, that
the thing about getting killed

is that you're dead.

Sort out an exemption for him.

Lovesickness isn't generally enough.

And if he wants to go...
Well, find a way.

Shoot him in the foot.

Something.

It's called Stockholm Tar.

Expensive?

I could get you some.

She was my first.

You should give her a name.

She's a cow.

The inspection's an hour away.

I think they might walk out
if you don't agree to this.

These women need to go home
and feed their babies.

Right now.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes? That's what I said.

And if they're not back,
this inspection fails,

I'm out of business and
none of you will have any work.

Go and tell your
engorged ladies that.

Come on, I'll race you.

Joe!

My Joe.

Oh!

I was worried because
Margaret had a letter from Paul

and I had nothing from you, silly.

You don't know?

What?

The inspection failed.

I don't understand it.

Did they say why? No.

Damn it.

Look, I can't survive paying
a wage bill like this.

Not without the boot orders.

I'll pay it.

Why would you do that?

Because I believe
the factory can succeed

and because,
in exchange for saving it now,

I want half the business.

M'lady.

Rising above won't do any more.

My God, I'm bored of behaving well.

Now, gentlemen.

When is the date on which the appeal
against your decision will succeed?

Sniper, through the heart.

He was alive and then he was dead.

Sniper, through the heart.

He was alive then dead.

Wait, for my husband. Please.

Milk.

Paul.

No, I'm Joe.

Paul.

Joe.

Paul? No, no, I'm Joe.

Don't forget to close your eyes.

Open your eyes.

So?

Agnes...

It was a sniper.

Through the heart.

He... he was alive
and then he was dead.

The wedding will mean more now.

The village will come together.

That'll be Margaret.

Sorry.

You must be...

At first we had three.
Three more makes six.

Bert.

It's Mr Ingham's comb.

He used it on all of us
and now we've all got them.

Whole school's scratching.

The cows have names.

Do you want to know them all?

Better - come out and meet them.

Come on! Father?

My one's called Gertie. Aye.

She's a kicker.
She's used to me now.

It's rare that she kicks.

I'm from Glossops.
It's about your milk.

What about it? Well, there's garlic
in it. We can't have that.

I'm sorry.

No, no, wait. Please.

Sorry.

It won't happen again.
I swear on me children's lives.

If it happens again
we don't want your milk.

Deliver tomorrow. Clean and fresh.

Thank you.

Tomorrow?

It can't be done.

Come on. Molly, hurry up.

Stop, stop, stop! Stand!

Come on, in with them quick
or we won't catch our train.

Come on, let's get these loaded.

Come on, let's get these in.
Get this to the station.

Fast as you can.

Kings and Queens.

I won't be long.

Come on, let's hear you.

Willie, Willie, Harry, Steve,

Harry, Dick, John, Harry...

Edward...

Dick, Henry...

How old are you?

25.

Is that old enough
to have a conscience?

It's common courtesy to include
everyone in a room in a conversation.

I do it with my
very youngest pupils

so I'll ask that you pay me
the same respect.

So...

this conscience you claim to have
is not a Christian conscience?

The Bible is full of God
telling his tribe

to go and kill people
belonging to other tribes.

And he's particular about ordering
the murder of women and children.

Infants, I think he says.

And he's even more particular,
on one occasion,

about sparing virgins so that they
may be brought back as prizes.

He's not a peaceable God
and it would be hypocrisy for me

to rely on the sixth commandment
just as it's hypocrisy for Christians

to believe in it and then go
and kill each other in France.

You're not helping yourself, Eyre.

I'm just telling the truth
as I see it.

I don't have a strategy.

I'm not a politician.

Why did you write the wrong date
up on the blackboard the other day?

I like to get my pupils
to see things for themselves.

To question authority?

To question everything.

I don't like your smart answers
and I think I speak for all of us

when I say that I suspect that
your godlessness has quite a lot

to do with your shirking.

I'm quite happy to speak
for myself, Colonel.

You have responsibility
for our children.

Yes.

What if German soldiers
walked into your classroom

and threatened to murder
your pupils?

I would try to dissuade them.

They won't be dissuaded. Bayonets
ready. It's going to happen.

I would try and get the children out.
Doors locked. No way out.

This is all hypothetical.

Not in Belgium, it wasn't.
Do you doubt they'd do it here?

If you had a revolver,
would you use it?

Eyre?

I would put myself
between them and the children.

The gun. Would you use it?

Let's make it easy.

Let's say it's one child,
one German soldier, and you.

Now where there is a choice between
a young boy entrusted in your care

and a German soldier -

now, please don't run away
from the question here -

would you save a child
of this village?

He told me.

Why don't you tell them?

He said if the Germans came
he'd save me.

Of course he would.

He's our teacher.

Objection to compulsory enlistment
on grounds of conscience...

denied.

You will report for service
at the direction of the Constable.

Shirker.

Shirker.

Whisky, please.

Hey, Joe.

How do?

No, no. Free in my pub
to men home on leave.

Are you all right?

I'm a shirker.

I'll have another.

Drink it.

Robert Browning.
If you can manage that then...

Anyway.

Is it the Pals?

Will you be with Joe?

Here.

Look at the world.

Don't flinch.

Record what you see, truthfully.

And stand by it.

Promise me the next dance is mine.

♪ Oh, blows the winter wind
my true love

♪ With grey, heavy
cold showers of rain

♪ The first true love
that ever I had

♪ In greenwood he was slain

♪ I'll do as much for you
my true love

♪ As any young woman may

♪ I'll sit and mourn on his grave

♪ At 12 month and a day... ♪

She had a child, you know.

♪ At 12 month and a day

♪ The ghost began to speak

♪ Why dost thou sit here
on my grave

♪ And never let me sleep? ♪

Just a little longer.

♪ What dost thou want
from me, true love?

♪ What dost thou want from me?

♪ I'll have a kiss
of the clay cold lips

♪ That's all I request of thee

♪ My lily white lips are clay cold

♪ My breath smells earthly strong

♪ And if I kiss all of your lips

♪ Your time will not be long

♪ Don't grieve, don't grieve
for me, true love

♪ No morning do I pray

♪ I must leave you and all the world

♪ And sink down in my grave. ♪

Joe.

Joe, you can talk to me
if you want to.

And if it helps, you can
tell me what it's really like.

A piece of shrapnel in his throat.

It's always surprise.

The look on their faces,

which is funny really because
the last thing it is

is a bloody surprise!

He drowned in his own blood.

But before he died, he fell forwards
onto a shell hole filled with water.

He couldn't move.
His greatcoat, the weight.

He would have drowned quicker but
I pulled him out. I don't know why.

I held him up.

And he... and he stared at me

and then he goes to put his hand
to his throat.

To do what?

To do what?!

To stop the blood?

That's how he died.

It's pathetic.

Where are you going?

Don't. Don't!

You don't understand.

None of you understand.

There's something wrong in him.

My sister has his child.

Where is he? Where is he?

Where's my baby?

We've been thinking, Middleton.
If you don't need your horse to

take your milk to the station,
what do you need her for?

We'll be round for her
tomorrow afternoon.

As we're honourable men,
we'll let you have the money.

Corporal Molly Middleton.
Royal Horse Artillery.

The great thing about conscription
is that it's everyone.

Unless you're exempt.

What?

Farmers are exempt. What?

Well, how would the estate farm
survive without George?

Don't be ridiculous.

Here's your exemption.

I'm going.

It's Miss Caro.

Oh, please don't go, George!

Please don't go! I'll die if you go.

What should I do?

Stay.

When I write, we can have
our own secret code, you and me.

Now get me an old postcard.

And a pencil.

Right, I'll cross things out,
as we're meant to

but I'll do it in such a way
that you can read more into it.

So a single line crossing out

means I'm at the front line.

Two lines in the crossing out

means I'm going up the line.

Three...

means I'm out of it.

Out of it?

Out the front line.

What about if there's an attack?

If you're going to attack?

What was the last one?
The... the attack?

A wiggly line.

A wiggly line
if we're going over the top.

Yeah.

Shoes on.

Back straight.

That'll do us.

On your feet.

On your feet!

Corporal.

You will be taken at dawn
to a suitable place where

you will be shot by firing squad.

Do you understand?

Driver John William Hasemore.

It's the sentence that
he received for disobeying an order.

Put this on.

No.

Step outside please, Constable.

Put this on.

Where's he going? Follow him.

Will you step back from me a little?
I want to walk.

I'll march down the hill properly.

My first picture, sir.

Hey.

So... so what's it like then?

The first time you shoot a Hun?

Please, please.

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