All language subtitles for Home.Fires.s02e05.Sunday.01.May.2016

First harvest without your old man.

You heard him.
Looking forward to it.

Our parachutes are high quality.
The highest.

We have to go.
Why? What's happened?

They are not getting up.

Oh, I understand how you must feel
about him.

You couldn't even come close.

(CHATTER)

# 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

Back to work, lads.
This field won't harvest itself.

# 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

# Eyes wide open

# All the cries

# Broken

# For now... #

I do like this.
What?

Walking to work with you every
morning.

When I suggested it, I thought you'd
resist.

Why?

Isn't the first rule of teaching
never to let pupils know anything
about you,

in case it undermines
your mystique and authority?

But here you are, day after day,
out in the open with me.

Wing Commander Lucas?

I wanted to let you know
that I'm applying to be a radio
operator.

Good for you. Your experience
at the exchange will suit that
perfectly.

Oh.
Do you know Miss Fenchurch?

I've seen you pottering around
with the village children, haven't
I?

Otherwise known as teaching. Yes.

Every day.

It must be lovely to just
shut yourself away with the little
ones

and pretend the war isn't happening.

Unlike the Wing Commander and I,
we have to deal with being on the
front line.

Isn't there somewhere you need to
be? There is, yes, sir.

Well, perhaps you ought to go, then.

If the Germans do ever invade, I'm
going to have her dropped behind
enemy lines.

With any luck, she'll talk them to
death. Don't say that!

Breakfast, lads.

Ma!

Ma, the lads have cleared out!

I've looked everywhere.
What?

Must have got a better offer.
But we're not finished.

Morning! Where do you want me to
start? Cows or chickens?

Both can wait. I need you in the
field with us.

In the field?
We lost our labour.

Thank you. And I'm sorry. See you
soon. That's all right.

That's the fourth person
I've had to apologise to about the
eggs.

It's not like Steph to be this late.

What can I do for you, my love?
Please don't say eggs.

We're waiting for them to be
delivered.

Mrs Brindsley?
Yes.

David Brindsley's mother?

David is my son.
I'm sorry, what's this about?

Mrs Brindsley, may I begin
by expressing how sorry I am for
your loss.

Our loss?

What do you mean, our loss?
David isn't dead.

He's upstairs.

(BIRDSONG)

Hm.

Why don't we stay here forever?

Just two little people sitting in a
field.

I doubt the world would miss us.

Bob might miss you.

He never does when his work's going
well.

Which it seems to be at the moment.

I am pleased.

Are you?

More time for you and I to be
together.

I want you to leave him.

Well...

What do I do when you get
redeployed?

At least you'd be free from him.

I'm a woman of a certain age, Marek,

with no means of supporting myself
beyond a certain level of penury.

I would send whatever I could.
And if you changed your mind about
us?

Or got taken prisoner?

Or...

Or got killed?

I'd be completely alone.

(VOICES IN DISTANCE)

Why don't I...talk to him?

Warn him never to lay a finger on
you.

Because as soon as you go, he would
turn on me ten times worse than
before.

So it's not the answer.

Then what is?

(CLOCK TICKING)

According to my son you saved nine
men from the ship...before it sank.

Nine...?

You said nothing about this.

I only managed to get five out
alive.

The last four were already dead.
Even so...

five men are alive because of you.

Alan says that David kept going back
down until he'd brought the last man
out.

I thought the ship might go down any
minute.

But if I'd known four were already
dead... I can't say I'd have carried
on.

Alan assumed that you were caught in
the blast when the engine blew up.

He was.

How is Alan?

His face was very badly burned.

His eyes...

He's lost his sight.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Leveson.

But he survived.

You're a hero, son.
No.

No.

I was literally the last man
standing.

If they'd been able, any...any one
of those men would have done the
same thing.

Then they would have been heroes
too.

I'm away down south.

When are you next due up?
I'm not entirely sure.

End of the week possibly, beginning
of next.

The freeze on parachute training has
had a knock-on effect on our delivery
schedules.

Any idea when the investigation's
likely to be wrapped up?

They'd better be swift. We're going
to need all the flyers we can get
our hands on.

How are things with the
schoolteacher?

Very good, I think.
You don't seem too sure.

She's terrific. It's myself I
question.

Same old Nick.
Same old Nick.

Putting you through now, caller.
Putting you through, caller.

Bob?
I'm sorry.

I just couldn't wait for you to get
home.

We're not allowed visitors at the
exchange. Don't mind me. I won't
tell.

Read this.

£200?

(EXHALES) Thank God for the war...

..dragging me back to the
battlefield.

It's clearly my subject.

Let me read it again.
An advance for £200.

Is that for a book, Mr Simms?

It is, yes. My new one.

Well, congratulations.
Thank you.

Er...

"An extraordinarily moving opening
chapter

that leaves us breathless with
anticipation for the rest of the
book".

Oh.
"Breathless with anticipation".

I look forward to reading it.

You can have a signed copy.
Well, that would be kind.

I'm very proud of you, Bob.

Thank you.

Aside from everything else, it means
that you don't have to work here any
more.

What?
Well, don't you understand?

This...changes everything.

You need to strip them faster,
Isobel!

Rip off the husks and silk as fast
as you can.

Grab and rip! Grab and rip!

Keep going, Stan! Same rate!

Why have you stopped?
My fingers are hurting. They're not
used to this.

You can't slow down, we'll fall
behind.

I'm getting blisters.
Work through 'em!

If she's getting blisters...
Think the government will worry
about that

when they give our land to a farmer
that can deliver the quota?

She's doing her best.
We get up a head of steam,

then she stops and slows us down.
I'll try harder.

It won't be enough!
Ma!

Look, if she can't pull her weight,
we're better off without her.

I'm sorry.
I think it's best you go, Isobel.

This isn't something you can do.

If you can take me off the field,
Stan, I'll find my own way home.

You heard the woman.

This way.

I'm sorry, Steph.

(GASPS AND GROANS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

Urgh!

(PANTING)

I should never have let you talk me
into this.

When he contacted me,
he sounded utterly desperate.

The street's devastated.

I would have offered the vicarage.

But you have so much space here.

Not to mention the staff that can
keep an eye on him while you're
otherwise engaged.

And besides...

..Noah is Peter's son.

Thank you so, so much for coming.

Words can't express my gratitude
for what you did.

And when he's able, I'm certain Alan
would like to see you...meet you.

Give him my very best wishes for his
recovery.

I shall.

Goodbye, Mr Brindsley.
It's been a pleasure to meet you,
Mrs Leveson.

And thank you for your hospitality.

Words aren't enough.

I'll walk with you to the bus stop.

Then I'll pop over to Steph's
to see what's the hold up?

Are you sure that's a good idea?

After what we've heard this morning,
I think I can waddle round to a farm
at my own pace.

David.

Whatever you say, I...

I couldn't be more proud of you,
son.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hello, Mother.

Thank you.

Bob.
Hm?

I want to continue to work at the
exchange.

It's unseemly for the wife of a
successful writer
to be going out to work.

Besides, I'm going to need you here
to keep me fed and watered.

This book is going to take a lot of
writing.

I'm going to need a lot of support.
A real team effort.

But I like working at the exchange.

It's never been a question
of what you may or may not like, Pat.

It's always been a question of
necessity.

Your job at the exchange,
it's no longer necessary.

So...you'll no longer do it.

It's great, in't it, eh? You could
play cricket.

I will not be forced into a
relationship with the boy.

Stop calling him "the boy".

I'm regarding Noah as a temporary
evacuee, nothing more.

Oh, er...good morning, Mrs Barden,
Mrs Collingborne.

Good morning, Mr Lakin.
Hello, Noah.

Would you take... show Noah inside,
take him to his room?

Of course. Come on, Noah.

We'll go in two by two.

I won't leave without saying
goodbye.

Shall I take his case?
Oh, yes, thank you.

I know this isn't easy for you, Mrs
Barden.

But my wife and I so greatly
appreciate you taking Noah in while
we look for a place to live.

How long before you find something?

Well, I've been told within two
weeks.

But it might prove longer.

It's a weight off our mind,
knowing that Noah is in a place of
safety.

Oh, it would be a mistake to
describe Great Paxford as a place of
safety.

A month ago,
an unexploded bomb had to be defused

just 50 feet away from where we're
standing.

Three nights back 160 planes started
bombing the living daylights out of
Liverpool,

handing out similar every night
since.

Thousands of people have lost their
homes. Point taken.

We'll do our very best to look after
him.

Steph?

Steph?

Steph?

Steph?

Steph?

Steph?

Steph!

Where's...where's Stan?

Can you get up?

I...I'm going to try and get you on
your feet.

Ma!
I found her lying here.

We need to get her inside. I tried
to lift her... She was heading for
the house.

Mind out, mind out. That's it.

You can do it.
Up you go.

Let's get you inside, Ma.

(KNOCKS)

Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
You're not at all.

What can I do for you?
I have a message for Miss Fenchurch.

She's at work.
I can tell her when she gets home.

Wing Commander Lucas has asked me

to invite Miss Fenchurch
to Tabley Wood tonight at 10pm.

The Wing Commander appreciates it's
late but there's a great deal going
on at the moment.

Thank you.

Is there any further news
about the parachute accidents?

You know about that?

Wing Commander Lucas mentioned it
over supper here.

Ah.

I've been so concerned
about all those poor young men.

Luckily, there were no fatalities.
Well, that is good news.

Do they know what caused it?
They're pretty sure it's a
manufacturing fault.

I see.

The Ministry is working around
the clock to get to the bottom of it.

I'll make sure Miss Fenchurch
gets the message.

Thank you.

Don't you feel any differently now
that you see Noah in the flesh, in
your house?

About what? About selling the
factory to be free of him?

I've trawled through every moment
Peter and I had together.

And, honestly?

I can't locate one false note.

Unless Peter was utterly mad...

..I'm compelled to believe he loved
me.

Yet from the necklace
found with him in the car...

..he loved Helen too.

And, presumably, their son.

It's all too much to fully
comprehend. That doesn't mean you
should give up trying.

When Mrs Brindsley found her,
she was lying in the field.

She's been working hard
in your father's absence?

Day and night.

We can't keep the labour.

All the farmers round here
compete for the same workers.

Some can pay more than others
to make sure they meet their quotas.

You need to rest.

It's a nice idea.

You've collapsed from exhaustion.

You're dehydrated. If you don't rest
properly...

You're not listening to me.
No, Ma. It's you who's not
listening.

The doctor's telling you you have to
stop.

You have to listen to Dr Campbell,
Steph.

We'll lose the farm.

I must admit that when I first read
your letter I did wonder if you were
more motivated

by your desire to settle your
affairs before entering the fray...

..than a son's love for his mother.

Could it not be both?

Well, I wouldn't presume
to know how you feel about me now.

You only write once a year,
and then in the blandest of terms.

Do you ever read over your own
letters before sending?

Cold, formal, disinterested.

I took your emigration very
personally.

I wanted you to.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry to hear this, Mrs
Brindsley.

When did it happen?

Of course. I'd be happy to help.

Goodbye.

My apologies. One of our ladies at
the Women's Institute has been taken
ill at a farm.

Seriously? I certainly hope not.
I'll go and see her later.

You are the President.
For the second time.

But only temporarily. You must be
held in very high esteem.

I couldn't say.

How do you find living alone,
after so long with Douglas?

Difficult, initially.

But I could no longer sacrifice my
life for your stepfather's
all-consuming political aspirations.

Good for you.

I know when we married that you felt
I'd chosen him over you.

I was a child.

I didn't appreciate the difficulties
you faced after Father died.

But we must all grow up
eventually...

..have children of our own
on whom to inflict our own mistakes.

This is why I came to see you.

You have a granddaughter.

Five months ago.

Caroline Joyce Cornell.

Stubborn as a mule.

Just like her grandmother.

Oh...

She's beautiful.

Look closer.

She has your eyes.

So he goes below deck again.

And then by the time the ship went
down,

apparently he managed to save nine
men, although four of...

Your dad's telling us about the
visit you had this morning.

Well, people ask what happened all
the time.

Now I can tell them the whole story.

You saved nine men?

Four of them were dead.

If you'll excuse me, ladies...

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Mum's asleep if you've come down to
see her.

We have, but we're mainly here for
the harvest.

What? We've come to help with the
harvest.

Have you ever harvested before?

Stanley, I'm the wife of a vicar
and she's a housemaid.

And a telephonist.
And a telephonist.

But give us precise instructions
and we'll do our very best.

All right. Come in. I'll explain
what needs doing.

Stanley, it's not just the two of
us.

(CHATTER)

It's everyone.

How's it going?
Almost ready to make a start.

And your mother, has she woken up at
all?

Dead to the world.
Good.

It's great you've all come at all.
All of you.

The Czechs learnt this morning
that they're soon to be redeployed.

When?
They don't know.

They weren't telling me,
but the impression I got was soon.

I thought you'd want to know.
Thank you.

Very unsociable.

If one more person comes up to shake
my hand and call me a hero, I'm
gonna punch 'em.

That would destroy the unwanted
heroic status in a single blow.

Whether you meant to or whether you
like it, you've done something
extraordinary.

It doesn't make me extraordinary.

It does to ordinary people who will
never do anything like that as long
as we live.

We just want to acknowledge what you
did.

I'm not saying milk it,
but a thin smile wouldn't hurt.

There are worse things than people
wanting to be nice to you.

Trust me, a lot worse.

All official, then.

Mm-hm. Qualified and ready for
action.

Have you thought any more about
joining? Still thinking.

Don't leave it too long or the war
will be over.

Is Tom impressed?
I haven't asked him.

What's going on with you two?
Nothing. We're just friends.

You're such an idiot.

Who are you calling an idiot?

Is this a new addition to the WI
Presidency, Mrs Cameron? An armed
escort?

Hopefully not necessary, Mrs
Brindsley. This is my son.

Your son?

It can't be. Malcolm?

Long time.

Squadron Leader Malcolm Cornell
of the Royal Canadian Air Force.

And, look, my granddaughter.

Caroline Joyce.

Five months old.
Oh, she's adorable.

Thank you, everyone! Time to get
going!

I've not picked crops before.

I hope they'll give instructions.

See crop, pick it.
That's pretty much all the
instruction you need.

I think even I can manage that.

(WHIRRING)

(LOW CONVERSATION)

I didn't know you were so interested
in the parachute manufacturing
process, Mrs Scotlock.

I think it's useful to have an
understanding of that as well as the
product.

I couldn't agree more.

So this machine tests the strength
of every piece of fabric.

It does. How often does it find a
substandard piece?

It's rare, but it does happen.

Occasionally, the weave isn't
sufficiently dense

or there's a slight stretching
that weakens the panel.

And this finds those faults every
time? That's its job.

Assuming it's properly calibrated.

Which is why I always oversee that
myself.

Have you heard the rumour going
around about a series of accidents
during parachute training?

No.

The rumour is they've been caused
by a manufacturing fault.

Is that so? The Ministry's looking
into it as we speak.

Well, they would.

Whoever's responsible is going to
have trouble living with themselves,
I'll wager.

Endangering the lives of our boys
as they give their all.

I'll leave you to get on, Mr Taylor.

Thank you for the explanation.

Very illuminating.

If there's anything else you want to
know, just ask.

(SPEAKS CZECH)

This way. Over here.
I've just heard the news.

Is it true?
Yes.

Do you know when you are likely to
leave?

Any time. Tonight, tomorrow or a
week.

Whenever we go, we will only have a
few hours warning.

Not yet. I'm not ready.

Until then, let's find every
possible moment to be together.

Tell me you'll wait for me.

As long as it takes.

I have something for you.

This is Saint Vitus.

The Patron Saint of Bohemia
where my family is from.

He will protect you.

Listen, he will.
(SOBS)

Never come so close to throttling a
child in my life, as I did this
afternoon.

I've got them all heads down, doing
sums while I'm getting on with my
marking.

Next thing, I hear a snigger.

I look up, there's Harry Weston
trying to nick the keys off the piano
at the back.

Young man left a message for you
this morning. From your Wing
Commander.

He's hardly my Wing Commander.

Oh! What kind of a message?

He'd like to see you at the station
at ten o'clock tonight.

Why has he asked to see me so late?

I wouldn't read anything into it.
His messenger said that things are
busy at the moment.

Well, that's still a very odd time.

Why couldn't he wait
for a more convenient time?

Presumably because he wants to see
you as soon as he's available to do
so.

You know I said you shouldn't read
too much into it?

Alison, would you put yourself in my
shoes?

I am. And, look, I'm not reading too
much into it.

We need to stop wasting our money
on these cheap cuts.

We won't get as much.

Stop thinking like a cheapskate.

I'm just trying to make things
stretch.

It's time you focused on quality
over quantity.

The creative process needs decent
fuel, not this garbage.

No.

While you were out this afternoon,
I thought I'd give the stairs a try.

Oh, yes?
Mm.

I got all the way to the top!

By yourself?
No, with a stick.

But all the way to the top.

Which means I don't have to sleep
down here any more.

Do you know how long I've wanted
to sleep in my own bed with my wife?

I didn't think you'd be ready
to tackle the stairs for a while,
Bob.

It's amazing how once one thing goes
your way, everything starts to go
your way.

Let's have fresh linen to celebrate.

I only changed them two days ago.

Let's have fresh tonight.

(FIRE CRACKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(DOOR OPENS)

How is she? Oh, well, she's
er...still out for the count.

You get off home. I'll see you
tomorrow.

There's er...there's tea on the
stove.

(CHICKENS CLUCK)

Come on, out! Out, come on. Out!

(CHICKENS CLUCK)

(GUN CLICKS)
Don't shout out.

Don't...scream.

Just erm...close the door.

Move.

Who are you?

My name is...Sarah Collingborne.

I'm the wife of the local vicar.
Vicar's wife?

Erm...how far is the vicarage from
here?

How far?

Sshh!

Where's your husband?
He was taken prisoner at Dunkirk.

Is there any food in the house?

I er...I could make you something.

Don't try anything.
I wouldn't.

Knock, knock.

You asked to see me, Wing Commander?

I'm so sorry to ask you here so
late.

But the way things are at the moment
it was the only time I had free to
see you.

Well, it all sounded very formal.

Er...do sit down.

I'm here as requested, sitting down.

Teresa, you...

You're a wonderful woman.

The last time a man said that to my
face, it was ten seconds before he
sacked me.

I thought when this moment came
it would be easier

but in fact there is no easy way of
saying it.

Saying what, Nick?

I have to write letters every day
to the parents of airmen...

..and it's made me profoundly aware
of the ruthless passage of time.

Walking you to school I realised I
want nothing more than to do that
every day...

..for the rest of my life.

So, what...?

I've thought of a hundred ways of
doing this.

But I thought inviting you here
might be the best way...

..to ask you to marry me...

..in the room I now make
all my most important decisions.

I realise this must seem
ridiculously fast and of course in
the real world it would be

but...we don't live in the real
world.

We live in a world at war...

..and that focuses the mind
tremendously.

It's a huge question, I know, but...

..will you at least think about it?

I will.

Thank you.

No.

I mean...

..I will...marry you.

Isobel.

I came to see how you were.

I'm so ashamed.

Please don't be.

I'm so sorry.

I kept my word.

And I've told no-one that you're
here.

People...assume
it's the prospect of being killed...

that eats away at you, but it isn't.

It's the waiting between ops.

You come back, you have a few beers.

You sleep.

And wait.

And then the telephone rings
to send you up again.

You just wait for the attack
that's going to finish it.

But you...survive again...

while friends...don't.

And then you realise there are no
rules to it.

It's...utterly random.

Life and death follow no logic up
there.

It's the worst place imaginable.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

But I can't go back.

I wish you didn't have to leave so
soon.

Me too. But I am extremely glad I
came.

When this war is over,
will you bring your family to see me?

They'd like that very much.

Malcolm?

Are you a good pilot?

Very. Then the Germans won't know
what's hit them.

They seem to be rolling with the
punches only too well at the moment.

But they don't have right on their
side.

And when you're up there, facing
them, you shall.

Never forget that.

Write to me.

Goodbye, Mother.

Thanks for coming to pick me up.

I can't tell you how long
I've been wanting to do that.

Sorry I kept you waiting.

Don't be.
You never gave up hope?

There's no link to those accidents
and our parachute silk.

I didn't say anything, but it's too
dangerous... Mr Taylor.

You need to relax.
No, no.

No, no.

We'll be in touch.

Mrs Scotlock?

What's going on here, Mr Taylor?
Going on?

I saw you talking to the Lyons
brothers just now.

It was business, Mrs Scotlock.
They are one of our chief suppliers.

I know they're supplying the factory
with parachute silk.

But what, I wonder, are they
supplying you with, personally,

in that envelope I just watched them
force you to take?

Mrs Scotlock, whatever it is you
think you saw, you did not.

Did I also not see you being
threatened by Neil Lyons?

For your sake and mine, that's
exactly right.

What's going on here, Mr Taylor?

That's...that's a very leading
question, Mrs Scotlock.

And if you value your personal
safety, you won't ask it again.

Good morning, Alison.

Frances, do you have a moment?
Not just now, I'm afraid.

I've a meeting with an inspector
from the Air Ministry.

What?
Mrs Barden?

And here he is. Please, come in.

Some tea?
That won't be necessary.

This warrant gives me authority
to seize anything and everything on
this site,

pertaining to our investigation into
the manufacture of defective
parachutes.

I'm sorry? What did you say?

We're shutting your factory down,
Mrs Barden.

With immediate effect.

It took Peter 23 years to build up
this business.

Four months for me to bring it to
its knees.

One of my young airmen has gone
missing. What?

I do understand why you're marrying
Nick.

Because I love him.
Why else?

You looking for something?
My book.

I took it back to the library. I
thought you should start to read the
books I like to read.

# I can see them talking

# But I only hear the voices in my
head

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

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