All language subtitles for Another.Mothers.Son.2019.720p.WEB-DL.x264.AC3-EVO_eng

Come on.

No, no, you're not...
Listen, you can't come through.

Please, I need to say goodbye
to my friend.

- Please?
- Please? Please?

- Go on.
- Thank you. Sorry.

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

Doreen.

- Lou.
- Doreen.

Oh, Ivy.

- Here, for the journey.
- Thank you.

Have they said
where they're sending you?

What, just because your old man
used to live in England?

Because he was born in England.

- Is there any way round it?
- Nay.

Ivy's Arthur
was born in England.

Only if you're classed
an essential worker,

like a farmer or a manager
or something.

Take care.

First the Jews, now the English.
Who's next?

Lou, look.

More Russians.

What are we going to do?

Arthur's not a farmer.
We'll be on the next boat.

He's not even a manager.
We need to talk to Brian.

Sorry, sir.

It's not that simple, Louisa.

Listen, it is.

Management are exempt,
but it has to be today.

A convenient promotion like that
could easily raise suspicions.

Sir...

if it was just me
I wouldn't ask,

but it's Ivy and the lad too.

He's only 12.

I hear they're sending
deportees to Germany.

Look, my cousin's son
was locked up last week

just for giving the V-sign
to some Jerry corporal.

All the more reason
that we should stick together,

help each other out.

Like that rabbit I got
for Mary last month.

And the eggs.

And the milk from Rene.

All right.

Thank you, Brian.

Maude. Lily.

What was that?

Probably dynamite
from the quarry.

Jerry's working them late again.

- Those poor Russians.
- What Russians?

Germans are bringing them over
to build more fortifications.

In case Mr. Churchill
ever sends an army to rescue us.

It's not funny, Arthur.

I wasn't being funny, Ivy.

You could have fooled me.

Oh, heaven forbid, dear.

Thank you, Annie.

- Margaret.
- Lou.

Did you get there in time
to say goodbye, Mrs. Gould?

Yes.

Don't ring them up.

Oh, Arthur, let him have a bit.

- He's only 12.
- It's old enough.

- It's only apples.
- Mainly.

Mainly.

Here's to the Jersey
Postal Services

and our new deputy manager.

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers.

Thank the Lord.

Do you know, I might
actually sleep tonight.

It's nice to see you
in a suit at last, Arthur.

You've seen me in a suit before.

Boys, stop it.

Right, who's for some more cake?

I will, Lou, if it's going.

Can I go play outside?

Well, not for long.
Curfew's at 10:00.

And don't you go
too far either, Rex.

One more for Mr. Sweet Tooth?

Don't mind if I do.

How many times did Mum catch you
with the sweet jar?

Oh, and walloped me every time.

And then you wouldn't
stop crying

until Lou took you
to the sweet shop.

You had her wrapped around
your finger, Harold.

Sherbet Dabs.
They were his favorite.

Sherbet Dabs.
Lemon was the best.

BBC was putting
an optimistic spin

on everything
again last night, as usual.

Though if you ask me,
that raid on the Ruhr last week

was a disaster.

Have you heard from either
of the boys, Lou?

Nothing from Ralph.

Got a Red Cross letter from Ted.

One of his Oxford pals
is on the same ship.

Mind you, it was dated March,

and I heard from Dinah,

and she's had
no news either, so...

Sorry.

It's all right, my love.

You know, he looks after
the good ones.

Rex?

Rex!

Come away.

♪ Who cares for bruises ♪

♪ And soaking wet pants ♪

♪ When there's limpets
And winkles for tea ♪

Lou.

It's Jess Le Cornu.

She's been coming in the shop
since she was a kiddie.

Why these girls do this?

My brother, he says
it's the same in Paris.

Gifts, extra rations.
It's disgraceful.

No, they're too young
to understand.

They just see a handsome face.
And they're hungry.

They're Jerrybags, Lou.
No excuse.

It's the German lads we
should blame, taking advantage.

We mustn't start
turning on our own.

Anyway, we know what rations
she's getting today.

What?

German bratwurst.

♪ All round the rocks
Little winkles I chase ♪

♪ Giving each limpet
A whack in the face ♪

- I could murder a cup of tea.
- Oh!

Yeah, real tea,
not that bramble stuff.

Give me coffee.

Coffee. Oh, and meat pie.

Like Mum used to make.
Do you remember?

With onion gravy.

- And mash.
- Onion gravy!

- Here, give us the basket.
- Here.

Mrs. Gould.

Our Father, which art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done

in earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,

for thine is the kingdom,

the power, and the glory

forever and ever.

Amen.

We heard the Ginns
had been deported last week,

and the Hague family.

Yes, that's terrible, isn't it?

At least you've been
spared that.

Of course these days,
it's who you know, isn't it?

For everything.

Good evening.

Sylvia asked me
to give you this.

I wasn't sure
you'd even be open.

People still need to eat.

Do you need the rent, Elena?
It's due today.

Oh, don't worry about that.
I'll drop by in the week.

Evening, Rene.

Four and eightpence.

Anything else?

Well...

sorry, Mrs. Gould,
to ask at such a difficult time.

We were just wondering,

what with the rations
being cut again last week...

You want some of my eggs?

Well, if it's not
too much trouble.

Your sister's so kind.

Always gives us eggs
from her own hens.

I don't know what we'd do
without her.

What?

Get some apples.

- Stop it!
- Here, take these.

Take these.

They're just apples!

Back! Back!
Or you prison!

You bastards!

You cold-hearted,
inhuman, stinking bastards!

What are we meant to do?

What the hell
are we meant to do?

What?

Who's this?

What am I to do with him?

Annie.

Thanks, Mattie.

- Afternoon, Mrs. Gould.
- Afternoon.

I'm afraid we're down again
this week.

What do you mean?

Butter is down to two ounces
a week each,

and salt's reduced again.

Mattie, this is ridiculous.

I've got 40 people
registered here for rations.

What am I supposed to tell them?

I don't make the rules,
Mrs. Gould.

Well, I know for a fact
that Carrefour Stores

had an extra barrel
of flour last week.

We've got an arrangement.
That's not your business.

- You make those rules.
- No.

It is my business

when I can't even supply
my own community.

Louisa.

How are you today?

Your pigs all right?

Yes. Look, I've something
to ask you.

You know the...

I get Jerries in the shop.

I've got to move him somewhere.

But I'm alone in the house
half the time,

and some of them
are a rough lot.

We've got to stick together,
Louisa.

It's just too dangerous.

I'm sorry.

- He seems to be very animated.
- I don't like it at all.

Leave them.

Let the bastards rot.

They're just young lads.

My brother was shot

after bailing out
of his burning plane.

And we're meant
to show them respect?

Just common decency.

Whose side you on?

Don't you dare!

If we're not better than them,

what are we fighting for?

Elena, that's enough.

How would we want
our boys to be treated

if that happened to them?

Come in.

He won't give you any trouble.

Are you hungry?

Uh... hm?

Hungry?

Do you speak any English?

English?

Yes.

No...

good.

Bad.

Germans.

Sorry, it's all I've got.

I'll take this down.

That should be addressed to
College House, not the school.

So it will get delayed
a couple of days.

You can always spot them.

They try to disguise
their handwriting.

Repellent.

Why would people do it?

Envy. Jealousy. Fear.

Perhaps they just want
the reward.

But this will get someone
sent to prison.

We have to...

lose it.

We have to deliver the mail,
Arthur.

Yeah, but not letters like this.

We have to do our job.

I'm sorry, I've got kids
to think about.

So have you.

See it's delivered.

Bed.

Louisa.

Lou.

Lou.

Feodor Polycarpovich Burryi.

Feodor...

No. Feodor Polycarpovich Burryi.

Burryi.

Burryi.

Bill?

Bill?

Bill.

Bill.

Good night, Bill.

Good night, Lou.

Of course. Sorry.

Your lad tried to escape before,
but he was caught.

The guards stripped him naked,

tied him to a concrete post
with barbed wire...

left him all night.

Every week this stuff goes on.

Enough to drive anyone crazy.

Still, he's got you now.

I know it's asking a lot, but...

please.

Bring your shirt over tomorrow.
I'll mend it.

Lou?

Who in the devil are you?

- What? What are you saying?
- Arthur! Stop!

This is Bill.

Bill?

Next door.

I'm Rex.

Do you know how dangerous
this is?

Of course.
I haven't slept a wink all week.

You don't know anything
about him.

Some of them
are convicted criminals.

Bill was in
the Russian Air Force.

And he cries at night.
I've heard him.

We're still getting informants'
letters at the sorting office.

Yeah, from townies.
You said so yourself.

People after cash
for black-market food.

Couldn't happen out here.

Half the people in this parish
are related to the other half.

One of the letters I read

was just revenge
for some petty argument.

Look, we all want to do
what we can, but this?

Arthur! You know how
the Jerries treat them.

It's wicked.

God judge me if I can't
do this one thing.

Look.

Good as new.

He saved you a job, Dad.

Good?

Yes, good.

You realize you have to keep
this a total secret.

- You can tell no one.
- Can I tell Derek?

No one.
This stays inside the family.

That applies to all of us.

I'm not daft, Arthur.
Family only.

Ah. Morning, everyone.

Morning.

Nicole is practically family.

Toge...

- "Ther."
- ther.

- Together.
- "Togezzer."

- Together.
- Together.

Uh-huh.

With an...

- effort.

Very good.

Your brother dropped this off,
Mrs. Gould.

Said he couldn't stop.

Annie, this is Bill.

Bill, Annie.

Thank you, my love.

Thank you.

It's from my brother.

- Ah, Harold.
- Yeah.

Thank him.

I will.

How do you say it in Russian?

Spasiba.

- Spasiba.
- Good.

- Hello, Mrs. Gould.
- We're closed.

It is not as you think.

I care for her.

And I'm not a Nazi.

We're closed.

Get out.

Get out! Go on. Go on.

What are you doing here?

Sorry. Sorry.

Before war,
I go to school in Moscow.

Moscow. I...

Art school?

Yes.

Sorry.

Your mother must be so worried
about you.

Belonged to my husband.

You can look at it if you like.

Yes.

But don't come in this room,
understood?

Yes. Sorry.

Thank you.

"'Beg your pardon, '
said the mole,

pulling himself together
with an effort.

'You must think me very rude,

but all this is so new to me.

"So this is a river.'"

"'The river, '
corrected the rat."

I've locked up for tonight,
Mrs. Gould.

- Thank you, Annie.
- Good night.

Well done, Bill.

Thank you.

"'And you really live
by the river?

What a jolly life.'"

You move.

I can't sit still all night.

You wait till you're my age.

Can I see it yet?

You like this song?

I sang it with Ted.

Last time he was here.

You know, in this light...

- Come on, let me have a look.
- No.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, Bill, it's wonderful.

Yes?

You made me look younger.

Is what I see.

You have a real talent.

It's a gift from God.

God?

I don't think.

You don't believe in God?

If there is God,
why my friends die? Huh?

Innocent people. Children.

Why God do nothing?

Because there's also evil.

But if you believe
and if you pray...

Boy in quarry, 16, he pray.

He pray every night.
Now? Now dead!

Where is God? Huh?

When Germans beating,
where is God?

- Bill, calm down.
- Men still in camp.

Slaves! Where is God?
When your son die, where is God?

- Don't you mention Ted.
- Maybe God not love your son?

- No, don't you mention Ted.
- God not help us.

- To hell with God!
- Don't blaspheme in my house.

- Hell with God!
- No, that...

Bill, stop it.
That's enough.

Go to your room.

Bill?

Bill?

Bill?

Bill?

It's only down St. Aubins.

It's not far.
We won't be out long.

- I'm not sure.
- We'll be fine. Don't worry.

It's too dangerous.

So is going crackers.

Cooped up like an animal
for three months.

We can't go on like this.

- What if Germans stop us?
- They won't.

It's not far,
and we'll take the back lanes.

We'll be fine.
Really, we will.

Morning, Elena.

- Chilly today.
- Yeah, a bit, isn't it?

Morning.

It's right at the top, Bill.

Come on.

Where did you get these?

From a friend.

Must be a very good friend.

Yes, he is.

No, I think you bought them
illegally.

Those invoices for tomorrow?

They're on my desk.

Want a coffee?

No, thanks.

Never seen you before.

You a friend of Harold's?

Cat got your tongue?

He's got nothing to say to you.

I think the price just went up.

This is what we agreed.

You haven't been honest with me.

You're a teacher,
aren't you, Harold?

You know I am.

My daughter's got her exams
coming up.

She's a bright kid,
but she's been ill a lot.

She needs a little help.

I'll see what I can do.

You'll do better than that.

You'll make sure
she does all right.

Very well.

Don't all leave together.

Shop all shut up, Annie?

Yes, Mrs. Gould.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you then.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I've been thinking.

Perhaps we should go
to St. Heliers.

The town?

Yes. There's a bus on Friday.

Not much in the shops,

but we could have
a wander round.

- We might get you a book.
- Lots of soldiers in town.

Well, it's all right.
You got your identity card now.

Yes, but if I speak,
they know I'm Russian.

- What we do?
- I'll do all the talking.

We can teach you a few French
words, just in case.

We can say you're my nephew
from St. Mary's.

Lots of those country farmers
speak hardly any English.

- No, no, no.
- Bill...

Bill, it's not good for you

being stuck all the time
in this house.

Every Friday Ivy and I
bring the fruit down.

Just relax.

Everything's fine.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

All right if we browse a little?

Of course.

Go on.

Ah, Kandinsky.

I go ask.

Please...

French.

How much is it?

Oh, in this condition,
five shillings.

We'll take it.

Five shillings, Bill.

In your wallet.

My nephew loves art.

He's just had a fight
with his girl.

- Thank you, madam.
- Thank you.

Two and six, please.

Are they locals?

Never seen them before.

Bill. Bill. Slow down.

Slow down. Just relax.

It's all right.

Nobody's chasing us.

Let's go and have a look

and see if there's any fish
in the market.

- No.
- But we've got half an hour

before the bus goes.

- Just relax.
- All right.

Louisa.

How are you keeping?

All right, thank you, Brian.

You?

Oh, I mustn't grumble.

I'm so sorry about Ted.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Yeah, very hard for you.

Well, it's nice to see
you've got some company, Lou.

Yes.

And why not?
Good luck to you.

Well, I've got to dash,

so...

au revoir.

He think that...?

Yes, he definitely think.

Well, he has big oily head.

What?

Oily head. In here.
To think.

A dirty mind?

Bill. Big oily head!

Okay, just start walking.

Don't do that.

- What I do?
- Just be normal.

- No, I must run.
- No. If you run, we're finished.

Hey! Stop!

You.

You left this.

In the shop.

Oh! Thank you.

Thank you very much.
You're very kind.

Here.

Bill?

Are you all right?

Oh, Bill.

- Oh, my love.
- Sorry.

It's all right.

Hello, Bill.

How did it go?

I could do with a cuppa.

Everything all right here?

Shop's been quiet all day.

Thursday we should get
through the end of the month.

- Lovely. Lovely.
- Just.

Hey, if you're walking by,

will you pick us
some bramble leaves?

- Absolutely.
- Hello, Ivy.

- All right, my love?
- Yes.

- Sorry for before.
- That's all right.

There you are.
That will warm you up.

Mm.

Where is Annie?
Is she sick?

Annie got a job in
the Summerland factory in town.

She won't be working here
anymore.

Will she not come back?

Well, it's better pay,
apparently.

But Ivy will fill in whilst
I look for someone else.

I must say goodbye.

Well, actually she's moved
to her sister's at First Tower.

It's more convenient.

So we may not see her for a bit.

Oh, dear.

It's for the best, Lou.

- Lou.
- What you doing here?

I said I'd be back in an hour.

Letter come for you.

Red Cross letter.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

- It's from Ralph?
- Yes.

It says, "Darling Mum, all well.
Keeping busy."

"Hope same there.

Miss your ormer stew.

Chin up.
World will sing again soon.

Your ever-loving Ralph."

He remember your song?

- Yes.
- Is good letter.

It's wonderful.

It's wonderful!

Oh, it's four months
out of date, but...

He is fine.

I know, in here.

Thank you.

Come. We work.
I help you.

♪ No matter what you thought
You'd say ♪

♪ There will come
A brighter day ♪

♪ The world will sing again ♪

♪ The bells will ring again ♪

♪ And lonely hearts
Are beating ♪

♪ Life begins anew ♪

♪ And every dream you dream ♪

♪ Will all come... ♪

Come on, my love.

There you are, Dad.

A Christmas message
from Mr. Churchill.

Rather have a food parcel.

Bye-bye. Merry Christmas.

See you.

Anything else, madam?

Ah, there you are.
Give me five minutes.

Have a lovely Christmas.

Happy Christmas to you.

And you too Bill.

Take care, Elena.

Merry Christmas, ladies.

Goodbye, Merry Christmas,
ladies.

Merry Christmas, ladies.

See to Mattie, Bill.

Five, yes? Five bottles?

- Four.
- Four. Good.

Oh, hello, Arthur.

Bill.

- Mattie, how are you?
- Good. Good.

That cough any better?

Much better, yeah, thank you...

Come on, Arthur!

Christmas starts here!

You too, mate.

Hello, Harold, just in time.

Cheer up, Arthur.

It's Christmas.

Rex, could you help me, please?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

There we go. Perfect.

Come on, boys.
Let's go and cheer Arthur up.

Rex, can you sing us a carol?

I can play you one. I can play,
"Good King Wenceslas."

Oh, that's perfect.

Merry Christmas, Bill.

What if the Jerries
come in the shop?

He slips into the back.
There's no risk.

Ivy, half the parish
know him by name,

and the other half probably know
exactly where he came from.

- From where they came.
- From where they came.

And don't you raise
your voice to me.

- Lou.
- Hello, Arthur.

- Would you be Father Christmas?
- Yes, love to.

You all right, my love?

Yes, I am.

Good.

- Top up?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I go show Lou.

Lou, look.

- From Harold.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

"Merry Christmas, Feodor,
from Harold."

He write in Russian.

Right, everybody.

The king's Christmas toast.

- God bless the king.
- God bless Rene's pig.

And to our extended
curfew tonight.

And to victory and liberation
in 1944.

Liberation.

Can Bill sing that Russian song?

Come on, my love.
Come on.

Come on.

Bill.

I'll hide the pork.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Are you having a party?

- Yes, my family.
- We hear singing.

Well, of course.
It's Christmas.

Russian singing.

You are Jersey family, yeah?

You know Russian songs?

- We like them.
- We must search property.

What?

No, it's Christmas Eve.

There's a child here.

Do you want
to scare him to death?

Stand aside, please.

Good evening, gentlemen.
What seems to be the problem?

You are family?
What's your name?

Harold Le Druillenec,
Trinity Street, St. Savior.

My sister.

I gather my singing
has impressed you.

You know Russian?

I'm a teacher.

Care to join us for a rendition
of "O Tannenbaum"?

We have inspections.

Good night.

To you, too.

Merry Christmas.

Harold, you're a bloody genius.

Thank the Lord for
a Russian pal in college.

And Calvados.

It's all right, Bill.

They've gone.

And what if the wrong person
sees him?

Six of those letters I've weeded
out in the last month.

Arthur, of course there's
a few bad apples.

Lou's not at risk.

You realize if they find him,

we could all go down.

Just calm down, Arthur.

And what about Ralph?

He's already lost his father
and his brother.

I'd want any mother
to do the same for Ralph.

Why do you think I'm doing this?

- Oh, I'm beginning to wonder.
- Please.

I am sorry.

I will not make problems
with your family.

No, don't go.

Oh, now look what you've done.

Congratulations, Arthur.

Why did you say those things?

Because someone had to.

But you've upset everyone.

And for what?

I mean, you heard
what Harold said.

- Yeah, don't we always.
- Oh...

Bill trusts us.

This is the only place
he feels safe.

It's all right, just calm...

And you're driving him away.

Well, Merry Christmas
one and all.

Oh, come on, you can't take
any notice of Arthur.

What if he's right?

I would never let anything
happen to you.

Yeah? And you? If you go
to prison because of me?

Well, it couldn't be any worse

than rattling around this house
on my own.

I know German prisons.
It's no joke.

No one is going to prison.

To take risk is stupid.

I ask Rene, he know people,
other places I can stay.

No, this is your home.

It's our home.

Here's your Christmas present.

It's a Jersey penny.
It's very old and very rare.

I gave it to Ted once.

Now it's yours.

Please stay.

But, please, Mrs. Gould,

we had no dinner at all
last night.

But I can't help that.

You had your rations
two days ago.

You must have a few carrots
in the back.

Well, what about coal?
We can't even boil water.

No fuel was delivered last week.

I wish I could help you.
I really do.

But I'm afraid we are
all in the same boat.

Oh, easier for some though, eh?

People with friends.

We've seen you with that Mattie,
getting extra bread.

Now that's illegal, isn't it?

Now that's enough.

Lily, take your sister home,
please.

- And another thing...
- Maude, come, come, come on.

There's no point.

If I come to church with you,
will it make you feel better?

♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪

♪ Marching as to war ♪

♪ With the cross of Jesus ♪

♪ Going on before ♪

It's making me ill.

I think I need to go outside.

♪ Christ, the royal master ♪

♪ Leads against the foe ♪

♪ Forward into battle ♪

♪ See his banners go ♪

♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪

Lou, you forgot your shawl.

Oh, thank you, my love.

Snug as a bug in a rug.

If you want, I try to find
some driftwood.

No we'll go together
this afternoon.

- Yes.
- You made it. Wasn't that bad.

- Louisa, do you have a minute?
- Yes, I like. I like singing.

I want you to move Bill
somewhere else.

What are you talking about?

Young William Dauney, last week?
Only 17.

Deported just for stealing
some Jerry boots.

What's that got to do with me?

They arrested everyone
connected with him.

La Fontaine is my property.
If anything happened...

You're playing straight
into Jerry's hands.

The smallest crime and you're
shipped straight off to Germany.

I'm too old to go
to some foreign prison.

I hear they don't even
have proper lavvies.

Oh, I'll move him.

It's for your own good.

What are you staring at,
Jerrybag?

Your dad would be ashamed
of you.

Don't you dare say that to me.

He was a good man.

You are a disgrace
to his memory.

Shut up, you old cow!

My Friedrich
didn't kill your son.

- Lou.
- Lou.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

We're just all
too bloody hungry.

Need some cheering up.

You'll be all right.
You're one of us.

You're a Jersey boy now.

I love a bit of music.

My Edward used to love it.

♪ Underneath the air raids ♪

♪ Somewhere over there ♪

♪ Adolf's in his bunker ♪

♪ And tearing out his hair ♪

♪ We've got the blighters
On the run ♪

♪ So stick your Third Reich
Up your bum ♪

♪ You'll all be gone
By Christmas ♪

♪ Hard cheese, Lili Marlene ♪

Well done, lads!

Arthur, got an officer
from Field Command here.

Wants to see
our employees' register.

Sorry?

It's just a routine check.
Can you deal with it?

Now, please.

Yes, of course.

Of course.

"Smith, Sungold,
Richards, Taylor..."

Good.

I'm sorry, I don't speak...

German.

Ah, yeah.

1940.

Will this take very much longer?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

Ah, right.

Don't worry, Arthur.

It's been delivered.

You have no idea
what you've just done.

Hey, Nicole,

the blackout needs doing
in the kitchen.

Arthur, what's happened?

What are you doing here?

We need to get rid of everything
to do with Bill.

And the wireless.
Everything, Lou.

- Now!
- Oh, my goodness.

Clear out your flat first thing
tomorrow, Nicole.

And Harold. Both your names
were on that list.

You'll have to warn him.

Right.

Hello?

They're here.

It'll only be for a bit.

The Allies will be here
any day now.

Mattie.

Bill.

Where are you taking him?

We'll look after him,
Mrs. Gould.

But how will I contact him?

You can't. I'm sorry.

Bill, 50 yards behind, yes?

Go.

Thank you.

Go, go, go.

Over, over.

Come on.

Pick up the bikes.

Good morning, Mrs. Gould.

I'm sorry, I have to search
your property.

You're wasting your time.

But I suppose
you're used to that.

Come with me.

You are under arrest,
Mrs. Gould.

- Harold.
- Come.

Harold. Harold.

Take care, my love.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Do you think that's the start?

Sounds like thousands of them.

They'll be here any day.

We're going to be all right!

Take a seat.

Didn't your guest teach you
any Russian?

Who knew about him?

No one knew.

And the radio?

It was hidden.

Mrs. Gould,

we know people visited you
regularly to listen to the BBC.

Your brother.

Your friend Miss Fournier,
the owner of the property.

No, no.

Elena never came into the house.

She knows nothing.

Don't let me keep you
from your packing.

Gould.

Unusual name.

Jewish?

Are you a Jew, Mrs. Gould?

Mind your own bloody business.

Arthur.

- How are they treating you?
- All right.

Is there any news?

Your court case
is set for tomorrow.

They're trying to get
representation,

but they won't allow it.

Have you heard anything?
About the Allies?

People are saying the priority
is to take back France.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry, Lou.
They're not coming.

Of course they're coming.

Of course they're coming.

Fournier, Nicole...

Fournier, Nicole!

Fournier, Nicole:

4 months and 15 days.

Le Druillenec, Harold Osmond.

Le Druillenec, Harold Osmond.

Five months.

Gould, Louisa Mary.

Gould, Louisa Mary,

née Le Druillenec.

Two years.

These sentences
to be served in Germany.

Oh, my God.

Okay, quickly.

Yes, yes. Quick.

Yes.

From your friends.

I can't see them?

I'm sorry.

Has she gone?

Last night.

She will be all right?

You know Lou.
She's a tough old bird.

Gave as good as she got
with them.

They will find a way.
I know.

They will break her.
They will break her.

She will be all right, Bill.

No, they will break her.

They will break her, Mattie!

Water!

Harold.

Lou?

Did they say
where they're taking you?

It's my birthday.

My birthday, Lou.

Wait. Wait.

It's tobacco.

Happy birthday, my love.

Next year I'll give you
Sherbet Dabs.

Lemon ones.

Lou. Lou!

Lou.

Device located. Mark it.

Watson, move forward ten yards.

Stephenson,
sweep that right flank.

Device located.

Move forward another ten yards.

Ivy!

Got one here.

Ivy. Ivy.

What? What is it?
What's the matter?

Harold's alive.

They found him.

Oh, thank God!

He'll be arriving
at the sanatorium in St. Heliers

on Friday.

Where did they find him?

In a place called Bergen-Belsen.

Oh, thank you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

We're closed.

Oh, please, Mrs. Le Feuvre.

You heard me.

Halt!

Burryi, Feodor Polycarpovich.

Go in.

Harold.

Harold?

It's me. It's Ivy.

You're safe now, my love.

And we're going to get you well.

Harold, do you know
where Lou is?

Here. Here. Elsie.
Elsie, yes, I'm here.

- It's good to see you.
- Jack! Jack!

Nicole. Oh, my God!

Oh, God.

Where's Lou? Where's Lou?