All language subtitles for Home.Fires.s02e06.Sunday.08.May.2016

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

I kept my word and I've told no-one
that you're here.

I can't go back.

It's mine. The book - yes. The
contents - most definitely not.

You saved nine men.
You're a hero, son.

No, no.

I thought inviting you here might be
the best way to ask you to marry me.

I will!

We're shutting your factory down,
with immediate effect.

(Birdsong)

Scour the outhouses.
Yes, sir.

Ma?

We have permission to search your
property.

For what?
We'll be quick.

# 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

# 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...

Of course I was nervous to begin
with.

Working here is one thing,

but it hardly prepares you for Radio
Operator training.

I imagine it must be very technical.

You can't make mistakes when you're
talking to pilots on ops against the
Germans.

"Ops" means "operations", by the
way.

Oh, is that right? You have to be
prepared for every eventuality,

because, as my instructor says all
the time,

"Your first shift could be your
worst shift."

Well, it's...lovely of you to come
back and see us.

Isn't it, Pat?

I've always believed...

as we move forward in life,

it's important not to forget the
people we leave behind.

Oh, it's...an honour to linger in
your thoughts.

Oh, I'm sure.

FRANCES: It took Peter 23 years to
build up this business.

Four months for me to bring it to its
knees.

When I took over, I trusted Taylor
without a moment's hesitation.

That he brought criminals into this
business is utterly incredible.

Lyons must have paid him a great
deal of money.

I hope it rots in his pockets in
jail.

If the Ministry shuts us down,
there'll be no business to sell.

I'll be lucky to avoid prison myself.

This isn't your fault.

If not mine...

..who else's?

You're lucky you caught me.

I was just about to leave...

..to meet your fiancee.

To counsel her to change her mind
before it's too late?

The "wedding committee" meeting to
finalise the responsibilities for the
reception.

Look, I didn't want to... burden
Teresa with this

so soon before the wedding, but
um...

..I needed someone to talk to.

And the best person I could think of
was you.

One of my young airmen has gone
missing.

What?
For nearly a week.

We've searched local farms,
woodland. No sign.

The thing I can't seem to shake
is...

..feeling that I've failed in my
duty of care.

Why would you think that?

I clearly failed to see how much
pressure he was under.

It must be difficult to notice when
everyone's knuckling down to the job
in hand.

I'm his commanding officer. Why
didn't he regard me as someone he
could confide in?

I told Adam, years ago, that his dog
collar doesn't make him omniscient.

It just makes him think that he
should be.

Beneath the uniform you're just men

trying to do your best in
extraordinary circumstances.

If he's caught, what will happen to
him?

Let's just say it would be best all
round if he returned of his own
volition.

Knew I was right.
About what?

Coming to see you.

I should be going.

I'll... I'll see myself out.

(Front door opens)

(Door closes)

(Laughter)
Right. Right. Right.

Looking down the list...

Everything's covered except for
decorating the hall.

I'd say you're all set. Thank you so
much. You've all been fantastic.

Sorry I'm late. Errands to run.
ALL: Hello.

We didn't have hall decorations when
we got married.

Didn't even have a hall. Just
a...barn with a leaky roof.

(Laughter)

Steph!

Me... Me and Bryn had a guard of
honour when we came out of the
church.

Five butchers on either side...

(Laughter)

..with their arms aloft, holding
gleaming cleavers.

You should have seen them.

What was it about Bryn that made you
certain he was the one?

Oh, that's easy. Once I met Bryn,
I... I knew I'd never want anyone
else.

Oh...
Why, what was it about Will?

The same.
(Laughter)

What was it about Mr Simms?

He was very kind.

And he shared my love of literature.

So, what is it about Nick?

Well...

..I had a feeling, once I'd met
him...

..that he'd be the only man for me.

OTHERS: Aww.

You're very good at posting the
letters. Little postman in the
making, aren't you?

Mrs Cameron.

For Mrs Cameron.

And who might this young man be?

My name is Noah.
Noah. What a lovely name.

He's staying with Mrs Barden while
his grandparents find a new place to
live.

Their street in Liverpool was badly
bombed during a raid.

Very pleased to meet you, Noah.

If you're staying with Mrs Barden,
you'll be in very good hands.

And if they aren't hers?

She's taken him in but it seems to
be everyone else looking after him.

Mainly Claire. No doubt Mrs Barden
is busy at the factory.

As enjoyable as it may be riding with
Mr Wilson, young man,

handling the Royal Mail really should
be undertaken by Post Office
employees.

Sorry. He's not really handling the
mail.

He's posting it for me.

I make sure all the letters go in
the right place.

I'm sure you do, Mr Wilson.
We'd best get on.

Enjoy your day, gentlemen.

(Laughter)
Oh, thank you.

(Chatter)

Sarah.

Mm.

We haven't managed to find a
tablecloth good enough to set off
the wedding cake.

I remember there was a lovely one at
last year's Harvest Festival.

Oh. (Laughs)
Was that yours?

It was the best thing I ever made
under the banner of the WI.

Took me three years, mind.
It's beautiful. Any chance?

Of course. I'd be honoured. Thank
you. I'll come and pick it up.

Er...well, why don't I just pop it
round later?

Because I don't want to put you to
any trouble.

It's no trouble.
Don't be daft. It's on my way home.

(Typing in background)

It's my advance.

I can't tell you how good it feels
to finally hold this cheque.

So many dark days.

And when the book takes off...

we'll be able to buy a bigger place.

Dine out regularly. Buy a car.

I don't want any of those things.

The status that comes from being the
wife of a best-selling author.

I don't want that.
Well, then, what do you want?

L... Let me make you some lunch, Bob.
You must be hungry.

Yeah. I am, actually.

Quite an appetite.

And then, after lunch, I'm gonna go
and bank this.

I could run to the shop for some ham,
if you like. We still have some left
on the ration.

No need to go out. I'll have
whatever you can rustle up.

I don't mind.
I said there's no need to go out.

So there's no need to go out.

I'm afraid it's out of my hands.

What do you mean, out of your hands?

You assured me, whatever the Lyons
did, the factory would not be
harmed.

We assumed they'd simply channel
dirty profits from other enterprises

through the factory's books.

We'd no idea that they'd attempt
anything as contemptible as this.

I betrayed the trust and loyalty of
a very dear friend.

You decided you wanted to serve your
country.

Not at the expense of everything
else!

What's going to happen to the
factory?

Its fate lies in the hands of the Air
Ministry Inspectors.

Neither myself, nor Frances Barden,

knew anything about the substandard
silk.

She believes she might end up in
prison over this.

Could she?

We live in unforgiving times, Mrs
Scotlock. Ohh...

Sarah.
Mm?

Do you have anyone staying with you?
Uh...

No. Why do you ask?

I think you should fetch the police.

Why?

I'm almost certain your house is
being burgled.

I understand, and I would have to be
a criminal, or criminally insane, to
do that,

but I could be facing a charge of
treason, for God's sake.

Keep trying, Roger, please.

I feel I'm fighting for my life here.

Sorry to disturb you, Mrs Barden.

Cookie and Thumbs have invited
Isobel, Spencer and me

to join them on their overnight trip
to Blackpool this afternoon.

I see.

Claire hasn't had any time off since
Mr Barden's funeral, Mrs Barden.

And...I'd quite like to spend some
time with my wife.

Well, I...understand, of course.

Time together is very important in a
young marriage.

And Noah will almost certainly love
Blackpool.

Well, no, Mrs Barden. Thing is...

Time off for Claire means time off,
Mrs Barden.

So we won't be taking Noah.

Well, I...

I hope you have a very enjoyable
time.

Thank you, Mrs Barden.
Thank you, Mrs Barden.

Are you out of your mind, Sarah?

My husband's laying his life on the
line for his country.

Yours is, too. And you're harbouring
a deserter.

He's not a deserter.
Has he gone back?

SARAH: Not yet.

I took pity on him, Steph.

If you'd seen the state that he was
in, and I don't mean physically.

Sarah, you have to tell the
authorities.

Each time I braced myself to do that,
a question came into my head.

"What would Adam do?"

He would give the boy time to rest,
come to his senses,

and then hand himself in.

Shouldn't be more than a couple of
hours.

While I'm gone, I wonder if you
wouldn't mind proofreading the first
three chapters.

I think there's some good work in
there -

some of it less good.

Make some notes and we can discuss
it when I get back.

That will take most of the afternoon.

I'd really appreciate it.

All right.

See you later.
See you later.

(Door closes)

Mm.

(Coins rattling)

'Great Paxford. Number, please.'
Yes, Tabley Wood RAF Station.

Thank you.

(Coin drops in slot)
Hello?

'RAF Tabley Wood.'

I need to speak to Wing Commander
Lucas.

Nervous?
Why? Should I be?

Well, as a compassionate bigamist,

I like to ask all my fiancees how
they're doing in the run-up to the
big day.

You know, I find out something new
and interesting about you every time
I see you.

That's what I like to see in the
run-up to a wedding - the happy
couple being happy.

And now I'm about to spoil the mood.

You couldn't possibly.

I'm being slated to deliver a few
planes over the next few days.

It seems unlikely that I'll make it
back to Cheshire for the wedding.

I'll send someone to fetch you.
Sir...

Could I speak to you for a moment?
Yes, of course.

Excuse me.

All set?
Set?

The wedding.
Oh, yes. I think so.

Excited?
Extremely.

It's a big step.
It is.

Eyelash. May I?

Perfect once more.
Hardly.

I do understand why you're marrying
Nick.

Because I love him. Why else?

When I'm in the air, I often look
down at the houses below and wonder

how many of us have taken refuge in
marriage and...normality.

Hundreds?

Thousands? More? No way of knowing,
of course.

Refuge?

What I'm trying to say is, if you're
going to marry Nick...

be certain that you can make him
happy.

Because if you can't be certain, all
you'll achieve is to make two very
lovely people

extraordinarily miserable.

I'm afraid something's come up that I
need to attend to. I have to go.

Surely, no-one needs your attention
more two days before your wedding
than the bride-to-be?

This is more pressing. I'll drive you
home.

Bye.

(Footsteps on stairs)

We should go.

Sarah!

It's not ideal but it will do for a
night.

I can't thank you enough for all
your help.

You should have enough peace and
quiet here to think things through.

No candles, no lights.

Nick.
Was he in the vicarage?

Er, sorry? Who was in the vicarage?

You think you are helping him. You
are not.

Is he still there or is he in the
church?

I honestly have no idea what you're
talking about.

"Honestly"? Is that really the word
you want to use?

I don't know... Stop. Before I lose
all my respect for you.

Someone who cares about you greatly
left a message with my secretary. I
know.

Nick...

You might have had the decency to
stop me making a fool of myself in
your house

while you hid him upstairs.

For the last time, where is he?

Just explain something...

Step aside.

How many are you expecting?
No way of telling.

Could be two. Could be 22.

You'll be fine.

If you'd come to a decision about
your next move, we wouldn't be
standing here.

Come back to the station with me,
and the record will state that you

came back of your own accord after a
period of going absent without
leave.

And...if I refuse?

When you're caught, which you will
be,

you will almost certainly stand
trial for desertion and there will
be nothing I can do.

I want to help.

(Chatter)

(She clears her throat)

I want to thank you all for coming
this evening,

to this first meeting of Great
Paxford's very own branch

of Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and
Families Association.

I only heard of SSAFA recently,

after they helped the mother of a
sailor on David's ship trace our
address.

But knowing what I know now about the
work that SSAFA does,

I wish we'd been in touch with them
during that terrible period that...

..that terrible period...

..of... Sorry.

(She sobs) I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I couldn't sign up fast enough.

When my ship was attacked, I ended
up in the water,

clinging onto anything that could
float.

And I thought about everything.

But what upset me the most...

was knowing what my parents would go
through if I never came back.

War isn't just about the lads that
go and fight.

It's also about the families we
leave behind.

And we all go through it together.

MAN: That's right.
WOMAN: Hear, hear.

(Applause)

Nick...

I can't tell you how much I wish
you'd been able to trust me.

Now it seems I'll never be able to
trust you again.

That's not fair.
Perhaps not.

But that's how it is.

I have to go, before we waste yet
more hours

in a search that could have been
called off a week ago.

(Car door closes)

(She sighs)

What?

Once we finish this there's no going
back.

Do you want to go back?

You sure?

Then you'd better keep sewing.

Nothing gets a wedding off to a bad
start more than a bride turning up
half dressed.

(Footsteps)

NOAH: I'm ready.

I know Claire reads you a story
before you go to bed.

You won't mind if I don't?
No.

(Knocking)

Wait here and...I'll take you up.

Good evening, Frances.

I hope I haven't called at an
inopportune moment.

I'd invite you in, Joyce, but we
have...an evacuee staying

and I'm about to put him to bed. Yes.
I met young Mr Lakin this morning.

When he was helping Mr Wilson with
his postal rounds,

having a fine old time.

Did Noah tell you his surname?

No, he didn't.

But this did.

What is it? Something I confiscated
from Miss Marshall

a few months ago.

After catching her taking notes from
conversations...at the exchange.

Several conversations between Peter
and Helen Lakin

seem to have drawn her ear.

If it's any consolation,

I doubt very much Miss Marshall
would have made the connections that
I made.

And...which connections would those
be?

I think it is most admirable that
you've taken the child in...

..given the circumstances.

The circumstances being that his
street was bombed.

In Liverpool? Where he lives with
his grandparents?

Yes.

Following the recent death of his
parents in a tragic car accident, in
Great Paxford.

His mother died recently in a car
accident in Great Paxford.

As far as I'm aware, the child never
knew his father.

That is the way I should like it to
stay.

As you wish.

Thank you for calling, Joyce, but
I've...

Oh, no, no, that's not the only
reason I called.

I was emptying some old boxes

and I happened across a trunk that
had my son's old toys.

And I wondered if Noah might make
use of some tin soldiers.

Some adults find it hard to lower
themselves to a child's level...

..especially if that child isn't
their own.

It's a shame to let them rust at the
bottom of a trunk.

And the notebook?

Good night, Frances.

And good luck.

Noah?

Noah?

Oh, Noah.

(Birdsong)

Thank you, ladies. All decorations on
the trestle tables at the back,
please.

Thank you.

(Chatter)

Hello.
Hi.

I saw you at the meeting. It's
Katie.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I really enjoyed your speech the
other night. It was really moving.

That's very kind. Thank you.

I hope to see you again some time.

Sure.

Get a move on. We're due on shift in
half an hour.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Who was that girl you were talking
to?

Someone at the SSAFA meeting.

She likes you.

She just brought in some
decorations.

Oh? It's the way she "just brought"
them.

Just stop it. All right?

Why don't you ask her to the
pictures? Or one of your walks in the
country?

Why do you think?

I don't understand. I could tell how
keen she was.

If Tom had what I had on my back...

..you wouldn't want to kiss him
once... let alone as much as you do.

No girl would.
That's not true.

That's easy to say.
You're right.

I wouldn't want to kiss him once. I'd
want to kiss him a thousand times

for what he'd been through.
You're only saying that.

Some girls might not want to be with
you cos of your injuries, but no girl
worth her salt.

Certainly no girl worth you.

JENNY: Welcome home, Cavalier.

Stay on your present course and
listen out for our signal.

Repeat, hold your course and listen
out for our signal. Over.

MALE PILOT: 'Thank you, Control.'

I escaped prosecution.

I can't tell you how relieved I am.

But at the cost of cancelling our
contracts and closing the factory for
good.

Yes.

You knew?

I have a contact in the police...

who telephoned me this morning.

What do you mean, you have a contact
within the police?

The same contact who...

encouraged me to bring the Lyons
brothers into the factory.

Knowing they were criminals?
Because they were criminals.

What are you talking about?

I was given an assurance that the
Lyons wouldn't harm the business in
the long term,

an assurance that's turned out to be
worthless.

How did you become involved with the
police? How?

Oh...

I...

I made a single mistake...

..that spiralled into another
mistake.

And now into the loss of this
factory.

The jobs of everyone who worked here.
My reputation.

While you walk away...scot-free.

That isn't the case. My
conscience...
Weighs heavily upon you!

Extremely.
I have lost everything!

Everything.

Every...single thing.

First through Peter.

And now through you.

I have to get back. The wedding.

After what you've done...

..how you can show your face in
public...

..is utterly beyond me.

You looking for something?

My book.
Mrs Miniver?

I thought it was in my bag.

I took it back to the library when I
banked the cheque.

But I haven't finished it.

I thought you should start to read
the books that I like to read.

Then we can discuss them...together.
Like we used to.

I can't have you choosing which books
I read...Bob.

I'm gonna get ready for the wedding.
I suggest you do the same.

Let's show the village what a bona
fide literary couple looks like, eh?

Oh. Where's Claire?

Putting the finishing touches to the
hall. We're meeting at the church.

Do you want to play with us?
After the wedding, I'd love to.

I'll be ready to leave in 15 minutes.

(Chatter)

(Chatter continues)

Just... Just say if you need to
rest.

I'm fine.

(Organ music starts)

Ready?

# FELIX MENDELSSOHN: Wedding March

(Organ music finishes)

Wilt thou have this woman to thy
wedded wife...

..to live together after God's
ordinance...

in the holy estate of Matrimony?

Wilt thou love her, comfort her,
honour, and keep her,

and forsaking all other,

keep thee only unto her so long as
ye both may live?

I will.

Wilt thou have this man as thy
wedded husband...

to live together after God's
ordinance in the holy estate of
Matrimony?

Wilt thou obey him, and serve him,
honour and keep him...

in sickness and in health,

and forsaking all other,

keep thee only unto him...

so long as you both may live?

I will.

Who giveth this woman to be married
to this man?

(Miriam gasps softly)

VICAR: Then shall they give their...
(Whispers) Now?

Go and get Dr Campbell.

VICAR: I, Nicholas, take thee,
Teresa...

Dr Campbell. The baby's coming.

VICAR: To have and to hold from this
day forward...

ERICA: Mrs Cameron.

Bring her into the surgery.
(She gasps)

Are you all right?
Take that.

Ooh, it's not time yet.

Bryn.

WILL: All right, Miriam. Very good.

Ooh.

It's fine. Just breathe.

God.
Ooh. That's it.

Breathe.
Ooh.

(Muffled speech and gasps)

I'm right here, Miriam.

Right here.

(Lively music)

I don't want you thinking you have to
avoid me because you telephoned him.

I thought it was the right thing to
do.

I'm sorry.
Look, it's been resolved.

I'm glad.

MALE SINGER: # Funny thing what love
can do

# Take a little look at me

# Yesterday I was so blue

# Bluer than the deep blue sea

# Now I'm singing, whistling a tune

# All the live-long day

# If you want to know just why

# I can truthfully say

# I've got a feeling about her

# It was something she said

# Now she's got me walking on the tip
of my toes

# And my hat's on the side of my head

# All my troubles are mended

# She's got the needle and thread

# Cos she's got me walking on the tip
of my toes...

Do you er... Do you want another
drink?

No, Bob.

I want another life.

What did you just say?
I've had enough.

I think you probably have.
Of you. I'm going to leave.

Leave?

You're gonna leave me when I'm on
the verge of success?

I don't want any part of it.
Sit down.

Where were you thinking of going?

To Marek?

Go on, then, Pat. Be quick.

He's leaving in...ten minutes.

I would say "approximately" but you
know how fastidious the military is
about timekeeping.

How do you know?

From the horse's mouth.

I followed you...

until I finally caught you whoring
after that Czech bastard.

You knew all this time...

So much of life is about timing and,
Patricia... You're sick.

Sick of your disloyalty.

Sick to the back teeth of being
disrespected

by an ungrateful bitch of a wife.

Oh, ungrateful? What have I got to be
grateful for, Bob?

The incessant put-downs?

The constant disregard?

The jealousy towards anything that
takes me away from the house?

Should I be grateful for the violence
knocking me back into my place,

or the way you need to control every
hour of my day

so that I feel more like a slave than
anything resembling a wife?

Shh.
Marek is worth ten of you.

A hundred.

A thousand.

Ungrateful?

Just let me go.

Never ever.

You're not the man you were.

Don't leave me.

(She sobs)

(Lively chatter)

(Engine starting)

JENNY: Tabley Wood to Tower 9.
Please report.

Anything?

Not yet.

Come in, Clover.
MAN: 'This is Clover, Control.'

Come in, Clover.

(Static muffles reply)
Come in, Clover.

(Miriam groans)

You're doing brilliantly, Mim!

WILL: I can see the crown, Miriam.
Keep pushing.

They can see the crown, Mim!

MIRIAM: I'm in labour, not deaf!
(Groans)

Everything is going terribly well,
Bryn,

and Miriam is in very good hands.

But it has been suggested that your
encouragements through the door

are proving an unwelcome
distraction,

so if I may suggest that you make
yourself comfortable in the front
room,

and I will come and fetch you the
minute your presence is required.

I was simply lending my support, Mrs
Cameron.

But very loudly.

You... You'll come and get me the
moment it's out?

The moment it's out.

(Miriam groans)

Control to Clover.
(Distorted reply)

Do you read me, please?

(Engine droning in distance)

Yes.
I'll get the distance, elevation.

OK. Uh...

DAVID: Christ, he's coming in low.

Come in, Clover.
(Distorted reply)

Come in, Clover.

(Aircraft engine droning)

(Miriam groans)

(Aircraft engine droning)

(Crashing)

Come in.

Come in.
(Radio static)

(Explosion)

(Baby crying)

(Baby continues crying)

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