All language subtitles for Home.Fires.s02e04.Sunday.24.April.2016

I don't think I can continue to see
you now Bob's back. I'm so very
sorry.

Our scrap lying all over the fields
is one thing, but hiding loaded
weapons on the farm?

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
interests.

I've been looking for you
everywhere. I thought you were at
the factory.

Helen has a son as old as
their affair. Peter's?

# I can see them talking
but I only hear the voices

# Waiting for the moment
they'll be calling to me

# And if I try I'll remember
that the words were never said

(AIR-RAID SIREN)
# Only now the others
hold no meaning for me

# And I'll see

# With wide-open eyes

# Of blindness

# I'll leave

# The ever-calling cries

# In silence

# Every place we shouldn't go

# We shouldn't see,
we will never know

# And all I want

# All I see

# All I fear

# Is waiting for me

# Now I see

# I'll be

(AIR-RAID SIREN CONTINUES)
# Eyes wide open

# All the cries

# Broken

# For now... #

Dawn raids now.

They're testing our defences.

How are we holding up?
Restricted information.

(LAUGHS) We're old friends.

Should I be practising my German?

I could have you locked up
for that defeatist talk.

I deny everything.
(CHUCKLES)

Was er...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
with too much excitement.

I'm aiming for "highly enjoyable".
Well, if she's with you,
then it will be.

Well, I'll see you soon.

Ready to go in half an hour?

MAN: You all right with that?
(CLATTER)

Then we've got a couple more bags.
Right.

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

You like him, don'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.

(KNOCKS)

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 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 CHIRRUPING)

(COWS MOOING)

Just decided. Not going back.

You bloody well are. I'm getting
bored of looking at you.

It's gonna be difficult.

You just get yourself back here.

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
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.

Will the new changes you're planning
require the approval 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.

That'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.

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?

I'm not stuck behind a desk.
Oh. (LAUGHS)

But I can certainly see
why you like doing this.

I love walking.

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

With...?

Friends.

Shall we press on?

Do you need to be back
by a certain time?

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

To the top it is, then!
(LAUGHS)

(LOW CHATTER, MACHINES WHIRRING)

Thanks for your cooperation,
Mr Taylor. We'll be in touch...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

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

(CHUCKLES)

Well, this is stunning, no doubt,
but it isn't what I wanted you
to see.

What is?
(PLANES APPROACHING)

That.

What is it?
Parachute training flight.

Bang on schedule.

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.

(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.

More...more firmly around my waist.
You're gonna have to bear my weight.

Are you sure you're ready?
If I don't try now, I'll never know.

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.

Ooh! Lift, woman!

I'm trying!
Lift! Aargh! Aargh!

Argh! Oh, you 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, that's five bob
wasted.

No, no. I made a mistake.
We'll try again in a few days.

Right. 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.

Please.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(KNOCKS)

The 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?

The shop?
To work.

How often do your scars split open,
David?

When I forget sometimes.

Er...you know and 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.

For... For how long?

For how long?

For the rest of his life, Bryn.

David's back will never heal.

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.

Though why they delivered it here,
I don't know.

I have given them my home address.
Well...

Erm...have a good shift.

Thank you, I shall.

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.

Will?

The tumour...

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

What?
It... 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?

(GASPS) However long, it's
a wonderful, wonderful gift!

What's happened?

(SOBBING)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)

If that's Death come to apologise
for an administrative error...

I think it's Tom. He said he'd call
round if he could.

I can erm...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.

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

And the Irish boys will be back soon,
so you shouldn't find yourself
shorthanded.

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've left the figures for the quota -
In the dresser drawer.

I've already read 'em.

Right.

It's all gonna 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.

Sorry I'm late.

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

but new WAAF Jenny might find
herself stretched for time
like never before.

WAAF Jenny?

I've joined the WAAF.

I say "joined", I was more or less
spotted.

I say "spotted",
I was plucked, Mrs Simms.

From behind the bar at Tabley Wood

and asked by a senior WAAF officer
to consider joining.

I say "asked",
she more or less begged me.

Very impressive. You could erm...
think about joining the WAAF.

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

Hm. You're probably right.

(MACHINE CLATTERS)

Number, please?
MAN: Chester 27413.

Putting you through now.

Morning, Mick.
Morning.

Shouldn't you be resting?

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

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.

That doesn't sound very wanton.

Haven't started yet.

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
any more,

what should they be suspicious of?

When we were dancing,

I could feel Bob's eyes burning into
the back of my head and I panicked.

Do you want to see me?

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

Good.

Cos I need to see you.

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

But 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.

REYNOLDS: 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.

And once he'd counted the cash, he
slipped the envelope into his jacket
and hurried back into the factory.

Has this happened on more than one
occasion? 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' back.

During wartime, public duty takes
precedence over private loyalty.

You wanted to take this on, remember?

I'd 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 using it to get at the Lyons.

(PANTING)

(MUFFLED SOB)

WILL: Whoever it is,
get rid of them!

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...
Hat number one.

I would like to re-register
with Dr Campbell.

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...

By the time they get there it may be
too late. Excellent idea.
Unfortunately -

Why don't you put the kettle on and
I'll explain to you what I have in
mind?

I'm home.

Sorry I'm late.

Woman working the shift after mine
was late and we can't leave
the exchange unstaffed.

It's not the first time she's been
late. 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 at all.

Sounds like it's going well.

(SIGHS) It's some of my best work.

If I say so myself.

Real drama on the page.

When do you expect the sample chapter
to be ready to send out?

You got an 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?

Well, 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...

..a sandwich would be nice.

(CONTINUES TYPING)

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.

Where are we going exactly?

Exactly this way.

Are we going anywhere specific or
just roaming around?

Somewhere specific.
Where?

I need someone along for moral
support, not to be interrogated
every step of the way. Someone?

You.

(DOOR OPENS)

I thought you were gone all day.

Nick had to get back early.
Why?

He'd taken 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 after landing.

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.

He didn't cut things short,
cos 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.

Impress him with mine,
passed off as yours.

Connie's gone, Teresa.

Connie wasn't the first.
She could be the last.

Go on, invite Nick over.

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

You want to join the Observer Corps?

But you -
It's a civilian service.

The RAF can't stop me.

Hello?
MAN: Yes?

I'd like to inquire about joining.

You sound like a girl.
That'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.

Shouldn't you understand the rules
before you enforce them? No need.
The rules are the rules.

I want to help with the war effort.
I think I could be good at it.

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 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.

A quick learner like you
could be an asset.

Thank you.
Haven't done anything yet.

You have.

And there's your change.
Thank you very much again.

David?

(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)

David?

What do you think you're doing?

You heard what Dr Campbell said.
Leave him.

Bryn!
He needs to try.

(DEEP BREATHS)

You don't have to prove
anything to us.

This isn't for our benefit.

Come on then, son.
One step at a time.

That's enough!

(SOBBING)

(GASPS FOR BREATH)
Bryn...

(SOBBING)

Come. Up...

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

Suggesting we meet at the house was
inspired.

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.

And I've asked for the boy to be
out of the house, so 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 is
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.

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.

It would. It would certainly
reassure my wife

to know that Noah had financial
security with neither of us
in the best of health.

(DOOR OPENS)
NOAH: Granddad!

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

Noah! I told you to play out on
t'rec until I came to fetch you.

I hit a four! Not with a tennis
ball, a real cricket ball.

I swung the bat and I followed
through and it ran all the way
to the boundary.

Who are they?

David! David Brindsley!

Where are you going?
Bird-watching.

Me, too. Great big German ones.

The local Observer Corps agreed
to take me on.

In spite of the fact I'm a girl.

A little arm-twisting from 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?

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.

(LAUGHTER)

Teresa told me you witnessed
something unusual the other day.

Unusual?
Mm. The parachutists.

Oh, yes.

Terrible business. Someone's gonna
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's similar reports from
training bases around the country.

So, not just a random accident?

The powers-that-be don't seem
to think so.

There's 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 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!

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
he's the spit of his father?

He's inherited all of Peter's
mannerisms, the way he looks at you -

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.

Thank you once again
for a delightful evening.

That really was the best shepherd's
pie I've ever tasted by the way.

You really must come again.
I'd like that, very much.

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

I didn't mean -
Please don't apologise.

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

Oh.

It really was lovely to see you.

And you.

(ENGINE STARTS)

JOYCE: 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 North West.

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.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

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

Thank you.

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.

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)

(EXHALES)

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 CHATTER)

(WHIRRING OF MACHINERY)

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.

Couldn't leave this building
if they weren't.

That machine...

..would stop them dead.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yes?
Sorry to disturb, Wing Commander.

There's someone at the gate for you.
Yes, let them 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.

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

Well, it shouldn't have been.

That's what you deserved.

Not to mention this.

Any further news about the parachute
accidents? 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
never to lay a finger on you?

This...changes everything.

# I can see them talking

# But I only hear the voices
in my head

# Waiting for the moment
they'll be calling to me

# And if I try

# I'll remember that the words were
never said

# Only now the others
hold no meaning for me

# And I'll see

# With wide-open eyes

# Of blindness

# I'll leave

# The ever-calling cries

# In silence #

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