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Hey, me! Come on! Are you bloody, Jack?

I'm gonna go and run away. Come on.

Take the girls' movements down.

Slow as they want. All right, mom.

I'm gonna push you for you.

I've been seeing a joke in the night,

all the hair that was in my head,

waiting for the moment I'll be calling to you.

Even if I try, I'll remember that the words are never said.

Only on the others won't work anymore.

I'll see you with wide open eyes,

I'll be playing a song for you.

Even if I call you fast,

I'll be playing a song for you.

I'll see you go, please, please,

I'll see you in the morning,

when I'm on the day,

when I see you wait on my other feet,

when I play to the morning,

when I play to the sea.

I'll be playing a song for you,

if I'm second teena,

I've never seen up yet.

When I play the walk,

when the summer holiday noise

the night Steady will be on my side.

Gotta be loud,

birds even say that I'm talking

Complacent.

A lot.

Asmas are condition that can lie low for years.

Then out of the blue, something triggers an attack

and then suddenly you're in trouble.

Thanks for the all-player, Doctor.

Give Marita's tomb of the David.

We'll do, Mrs. Gamble.

Thank you.

Have you given any more thought to what I've asked about

and listing?

I just want to know whether or not they take me.

That's all.

If they say yes, then that won't be all, will it?

Erica, I'm not going to do anything rash.

I just want to know my options.

I suppose I was hoping that the girls and me wanting you

to stay with us would be the only option you'd need.

The appointments are 3.30.

I'll be back in time for a unique surgery.

David's turning into a fine young man.

Yes?

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

I'll best enjoy this while we can.

Hitler's got enough on his plate to look like they can fight us.

He's appetite for territory seems rather insatiable.

Will you be there this evening if I can get away?

I'll do try and make it, Miriam.

Turning out in force to oppose Joyce's proposition

is the only way to get it thrown out.

Will you be there, Alison?

Of course.

Boxing gloves on.

Granite chin at the ready.

Excellent.

You may well need it.

I suspect you could get rather bloody.

Oh, is the check out?

Fine.

Good.

Well, can I get you, Alison?

Some time.

Oh, I was expecting you back half an hour ago, Claire.

Sorry, Mrs. Cameron.

But if a cue at Brinsley's and then in the grosses, a few of us,

we were talking about tonight's meeting.

As my employee, you'll appreciate that I expect you to vote

in favor of my proposition tonight.

Staff loyalty is a quality that I have been very high regard.

It's essential for our men who's household.

Yes, Mrs. Cameron.

There's a list of chores on the kitchen table.

I'd like them completed by the time I return.

I'll be out all after you.

Yes, Mrs. Cameron.

Sir.

Dr. Campbell?

I'm going to go to the kitchen table.

Waiting for inspiration, Mr. Sims?

Ha, ha.

Well, I asked to go from somewhere.

We all assumed pop was your muse.

You're going quite well like that.

See you at the meeting tonight?

Yes.

Thought you met like a sandwich.

Another coffee would be more useful.

How did it go?

Will?

You'll be pleased to know I didn't pass the medical one.

What did you mean didn't pass?

How the fittest man I know?

I found a little something during the examination.

What?

Well, slight irregularity with my breathing.

How slight?

I'm sure it's nothing significant, but I need to get it looked at.

Well, then let's hope it's just enough to prevent you from going back in.

Be careful what you wish for.

I'm sorry.

Ladies, none of us should be under any illusion about the prospect of imminent war with Germany.

If and when hostilities break out, there will be much to be done to ensure that our homes and families are protected from the trials and tribulations the war will inevitably bring.

And it is for this reason that your committee proposes the institute closes its doors until we can raise our flag again in a time of peace.

It needn't be for long.

The government assures us if and when they begin, hostilities could be over by Christmas.

Madam President, few who lived through the last conflict will set much store by government assurances that any war against Germany will be over swiftly.

Mrs. Bond?

When war does begin?

It will hurt us all into a period of great change.

Something you, Madam President, have proven steadfastly resistant to over the course of your time in office.

Mrs. Collingbourne, would you kindly control your sister?

As you know, Madam President, that isn't as straightforward as you apply.

It's a nice amount of money.

Can you help me up?

Hi.

Welcome to you.

Almi, Laurie.

Sorry.

You alright?

I'm late.

Where are you going?

I am more than willing to put my proposition to the vote.

Any objections to that, Mrs. Bond?

Only that the membership has been so tightly managed over the years.

It will almost certainly deliver whatever you ask of it.

Shame on you for not sharing my faith in our colleagues' independence of mind.

Shame on you.

If we walk slow and it might not hurt so much.

I can't walk slow, Mr. Wilson.

I'm late.

Well, why don't we leave your bike here?

And I'll get you to where you need to be, double quick on the back of mine.

I'm sure you can come in there.

You know, I've either been a bag of mail.

Charming.

Small, like a mail.

Hmm.

I'm coming in pretty high.

Oh?

Oh.

Alright.

Alright.

30.

It's nail man.

It's a little bit of a...

It's a little bit of a...

I guess.

It's quite a bit of a...

Ladies.

It is with some surprise.

I announce the vote to be a tie.

This means that as president, I have the casting.

So sorry, you're late.

Er...

Bit of an accident on my bike.

Mrs. Gomadom, president.

You haven't voted yet, have you?

Indeed, we have, Clem.

The vote was a tie which means that I have the casting vote.

All of you respect, madam president.

And I cast my vote in favor of closing the institute for the duration of the hostilities.

Oh.

I'm here now.

And it's lovely to see you, but alas, I'm afraid too late for you to vote.

I respect what you said about loyalty this morning, Mrs. Cameron.

Madam president.

If I were you, I would think very carefully about what you're about to say, young lady.

Feel free to speak your mind, Miss.

You're a mum, friends here.

I'm not ashamed to say the thought of war scares me.

Yeah, they're only one.

It terrifies me, if I'm honest.

But that's why I need this.

You.

I feel very strongly that institute should stay open.

So that's how I would have voted.

It's all very well, Miss Hillman, but I'm afraid the vote is closed.

President's casting vote should only be used when there is a genuine deadlock.

If Miss Hillman hadn't been way late, then she would have been present to vote with the rest of us.

Yes, but she was way late.

And the vote was taken, and it was a tie.

And consequently, I had the deciding vote.

If you don't allow Miss Hillman's vote to count, I shall have little choice, but to call a vote of no confidence in the president.

This could have far-reaching consequences, Mrs. Barton.

The president is, after all, elected by the members, and I urge you to think very carefully.

I demand a vote of no confidence in the president.

I have served this branch to the best of my ability for six long years.

Sorry.

I absolutely demanded it.

And I categorically refuse to be subjected to this indignity, and hereby offer my immediate resignation.

I am not going to do it.

I am not going to do it.

Look, I am back.

I don't think they will.

Well done, Francis.

But one way or another, you have handed joys exactly what you wanted.

I am not going to do it.

What's your name?

Steph.

Show me.

That's...

Bloody hell, love.

That's a cow cake.

It's my own fault.

I was in order to finish milking so I could get in and dry off.

That's my bad, won't you?

If it's no easy by Marlene, I'm calling her called to gamble.

Can you be such a noble man?

You know the special announcement.

The German government announced tonight their response to a British communication

and gave their proposals for a civil and other British problem.

I start.

I'm full of fire.

Cattle the lamp. Not for an hour or so.

Right.

I've come to a decision, Mar.

What about?

Enlisting.

What?

All the lads are talking about it.

Are you counting, list?

You can't stop me when I'm 17.

You're forgetting my thing. Neither can that.

I had talking about your dad. I'm talking about your condition.

If Thought Campbell gave me the old clear, so will the Navy.

The Navy?

As soon as I'm 17, I'm going to join the Navy.

Have you told you that, any of this?

No, I fell asleep before I could.

My mind's made up now.

It's what I want.

I'll see you in the morning.

We need to order a new stethoscope.

I suspected it was on the way out.

Just try it on myself and earn a penis. I'm already dead.

The first thing.

Might order a couple before they all get requisitioned by the Army.

Only to rub it in.

Not meaning to. Just pleased on an ongoing basis.

You're back early.

We were thrown out of the cinema.

This old chap was constantly sneezing, disturbing everyone.

So Laura had a quiet work.

I politely suggested that if it was so unwell, perhaps the cinema wasn't the best place to be.

Sound medical advice. Good for you.

He spluttered off to the manager. Who threw his out?

Not before I told them that if we did go to war, I hope the first German bomb dropped on

England and would land on his cinema.

That's a terrible thing to have said.

You're not with anyone in it.

So you're banned from the cinema now?

For life.

Come on.

You're starving.

How are you?

Aren't you pleased to be able to stay at home to see those two banned from every cinema in session?

Whatever your father dreams of.

How is it?

We need to keep the arm in this position for a couple of days.

After that, you can take the sling off.

But you must look after it until the pain is completely gone.

She's lucky it's not broken.

She? I'm not one of the bloody cows.

My apologies.

Bad enough stambien in two minds whether to go like you with a vet.

No point in telling you to take a few days off work, I suppose.

I like him when he can answer his own questions.

He saves me the brother estate in the obvious.

Look after her.

First door and everything.

You think he's joking?

Are you speaking to him?

If this is what he wants, we can't stop him.

You forgot to know all of you.

I was a year younger.

And if you were my son, I'd have stopped you.

You want to add the option?

Young men are drawn to war like Mothster Flame Men.

Is there a chance to prove themselves?

I'll be blown to pieces trying.

From a bullet or regret.

More than one way to die.

Spammy, the glory of a lot of human men.

It took us years to get through it.

You still can't pull a jug with a steady heart?

That said, I'd sooner go on the knot.

David is a tragedy.

No one is.

You're not listening.

It's not a choice.

Not for most.

Now your precious institute's closed.

Perhaps I'll have your full attention.

You've always had my full attention, Bo.

No, no.

Your mind is frequently elsewhere.

And it should be focused on ensuring that the only breadwinner in the house

has adequately looked after.

But if you'd allow me to work, I could help alleviate some of the financial worry.

We've had this conversation.

But...

No, but we've had this conversation.

Yes?

You haven't in it.

There's only enough bacon for one.

You have it.

And it's a niece, Bob.

I'm waiting.

I'm begging you to help me.

After you gave David the old clearly,

went straight down the recruitment office to find out about signing up.

When the time comes, they'll give him a medical,

and if they find anything relating to asthma, they simply won't take it.

Tell them he's got it.

David is a young man.

He's not a young man.

He's a boy.

A 16-year-old child.

I understand how you must be feeling.

You have two daughters, or never see action.

You can't possibly understand how I'm feeling.

All I'm asking is you write to the recruitment office

and tell them that David has a history of chronic asthma.

But Miriam, he doesn't.

It's acute at best, and has thankfully been on the way in for a number of years.

They don't need to know that.

That's quite enough.

With all due respect.

Erica, this is between me and Dr. Campbell.

We'll listen up to your family for many years.

He has great affection for you all,

but you're asking him to commit about practice.

He can't possibly do that.

I've sympathized. I really do.

But you'll do nothing.

I can't do what you're asking.

If they take him, my son will die.

Miriam, I think you should leave now.

Save my child.

She won't be the last.

She won't be the last.

The county organizer thought we had little choice but to close

due to catastrophic loss of membership.

She had been in touch with Joyce.

Joyce has refused to return,

which of course means that none of her supporters will ever.

She suggested we join our nearest institute for the duration.

Does she explain how we met her for 16 miles there and back on bicycle

at night with military vehicles charging all over the place?

She did not.

So has Ed.

Either way, Joyce has got what she wanted.

The closure of the W.I.

Well, not if we attract more members.

Now how are we going to do that?

In all honesty, I have no idea.

But that doesn't mean we give up.

I should be getting back.

I'm me.

You did what you thought was the right thing to do.

Up to a point, and I acted on impulse and made the situation

intractably worse.

Me and my big mouth strike again.

Well, I happen to love you and your big mouth.

Thank you, Peter.

That makes me feel marginally better.

Cookie says supper will be five minutes by the beef rests.

Thank you, dear.

Is there something else?

I just want to thank you for letting me come and work here

after Mrs. Cameron let me go.

No, we couldn't stand by and see you suffer for speaking your mind.

Mrs. Cameron's loss is very much our gain.

You're very welcome here, Club.

I can't thank you enough. You just have.

Well, here's to speak in your mind.

And I forget to do.

The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do.

I'm living in the kind of daydreams.

I'm happy as a king.

I'm foolish, though it may seem.

To me like everything.

The mere ideas of you.

What's the perfect belonging here for you?

You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near.

I'll be with you, then.

I see your face in every flower.

Your eyes is not above.

It's just the thought of you.

The very thought of you.

My heart.

You're thinking about joy, aren't you?

I can practically hear the pistons of frustration pounding in your head.

I'm not wasting any more mental energy on that woman.

And I am thinking about how we might resurrect the Institute.

Well, it might not mothballing be for the best, for the time being,

given that everyone's looking in once now.

On a contrary.

War can be very isolating.

The Institute would provide women with a sense of community and purpose

while they men are away.

Oh, I understand that.

Shh, shh, shh.

Look, what would Alison do without the W.I.?

I'll tell you, she works all the hours God gives.

Without the W.I. to get her out of the house once a month,

her life would almost entirely consist of accounts and that dog.

The bush is a dripping with blackberries this year.

It wouldn't help noticing.

We can see them even in moonlight.

You're right.

What an absolutely brilliant man you are.

In four days, Alison will commemorate the loss of her George.

In a North Atlantic convoy 23 years ago,

his name carved forever onto the village war memorial.

The very first fatality of the Great War was a merchant seamen.

In all likelihood, the very first fatality of this war will be one,

too, sailing the same route for the same reason to keep this nation supplied with food,

which is why every pound of fruit we preserve as jam

is a pound that won't need to be shipped here through treacherous waters.

To that end, I've made a survey of the local area

and put together this map of all the blackberry hedge rows in and around the village boundary.

Our aim must be to collect it all.

Francis?

Well, we never made jam under Joyce Cameron.

She thought it was too down market for her W.I.

By making it now, it would serve as a signal to all the women of Great Paxford

who felt excluded by Joyce and her crowd.

It would be a line in the sand between the old Institute and the new,

a line in the sand made of jam.

This miles of it.

And very few of us.

We can't be daunted at the first hurdle.

Others will answer the call.

I'm sure of it.

When?

Well, how faith, ladies?

Hold fast.

Dennis?

Dennis.

Dennis, better

flurry,

lock to sl

Al

Women of Great Paxford!

Join us for the harvest of blackberries,

for the purpose of making jam.

For the purpose of making jam, why not just say to me jam?

Because they know how to make it sound, Mother.

Mollocks. One like you.

This will be a small part of our planned contribution

to the nation's food supply in the event of war

and a relaunch of the village women's Institute

for Louis' recent closure.

All welcome.

All in capital letters.

What do you reckon?

What baking cakes and arranging flowers is not for me.

Well, this doesn't mention cakes, all flowers,

but it will say all in capital letters.

Not for me.

You should go for the purpose of getting out more.

Leave it stummy, all right.

No, not.

Thanks.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, when the saints,

oh, when the saints go marching in,

I want to be in that number,

oh, when the saints go marching in,

oh, when the stars go on the sky,

oh, when the stars go on the sky,

oh, when the stars go on the sky,

oh, my givace, of course.

I think you're mistaken, Mr. Wilson.

That's not nice.

Tastes.

Picked the brakes.

Mmm-hmm.

Replaced the chain, cleaned and oiled the gears.

You're a nice new basket.

Repaired you to saddle.

Changed both tires, refitted you in the tubes

and cleaned and polished your frame.

Well, that must have set you back.

Wilfapart's in labor stands it.

You calling me Spencer?

Oh.

Very well.

Thank you so much.

Spencer.

It's my pleasure.

Oh.

Claire.

Well, bye then.

Claire.

Hi, Spencer.

Thanks ever so much.

Spencer.

Lovely boys to go.

Isn't it?

Oh.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on the sky.

Go on.

It's Bob getting any work published at the moment.

A little vocal journalism here and there.

No new book on the horizon.

Oh, he isn't finding it easy

following the success of his first novel.

I do what I can to help.

Take care of the day-to-day things,

so he's free to focus on his work.

Try and keep him happy, so his mind can focus on being creative.

Cooking his favorite food.

That's what they...

Tonight, I cooked in pilchards.

Mm.

Bob loves pilchards.

Nicole, we know we just get in the mountains.

Oh, you.

And we've got the way down the long left.

Round, round, round.

I guess that's where the hell is going.

The way it's going to be.

And the way it's going to be.

So, we've got a light one table.

We'll have a lot of space.

I'll have a lot more of that.

It's good.

We have a good day lighting up.

So lucky!

It's good!

It's good!

I said good day lighting up so lucky.

Listen.

Listen.

Look!

Look!

I want to apologize for the other day.

There's no need.

I've got Dr. Campbell in that position.

I'll set half the things I did.

I understand.

I can't imagine how it was failed to think of your child

going off to fight.

What?

Is that him for the good?

Will doesn't need me.

I'll be straight back.

Thank you.

You're the man.

Thank you.

All right.

What happened?

I heard Bob shouting for help.

I found him being violently sick and double up

in pain on the whole floor.

We need to go, Doc.

Tell Pat.

Oh.

Ah!

Oh.

Ah.

Come in.

We'll ask me to let you know Bob won't be discharged until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.

But every tease is really not in for sakes.

I think I know what it was.

Really?

Pilches?

What?

They must have been on the turn.

Oh, I don't know if I look so worried. Anyone can make a mistake.

They must have been on the turn.

They must have been on the turn.

They must have been on the turn.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's your help to cleverly sparkle.

Why won't you take me money?

If you hadn't allowed us to pick your fruit, we've never been able to make all this.

I'm not going till you let me pay for it. Not for the WA, not for you.

The fleet, it would be lovely to see you at our meeting this evening.

Is he immafraid?

All the more reason. Everyone gets so much from it.

Without it, I sometimes think I could have been better, never get off.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Mr Wilson.

Oh, Spencer.

Where?

Oh, would you like to try some of our jam?

Why not?

I help make it.

Right then.

Mm.

Delicious.

What did you do?

I... added the delicious...

LAUGHTER

Spencer!

Jenny!

You take me for that drink of water?

Yes.

LAUGHTER

Would you like to try our jam?

No, thanks, looks awful.

I helped make it.

Probably rid up with bits of wasps.

Each part includes an invitation to join our new women's institute.

Do a lot like someone who joined the W.I.

Or possibly not the old one, but the new one might entice even you.

No.

Come on, Spencer, I'm past.

Nice change.

Nice.

You are lovely.

I don't know him down as a wolf.

No end.

You're up.

Welcome home, brother.

You're welcome, sir.

I have him now, gentlemen.

Thank you so much.

Quite all right.

You're steady.

How are you feeling?

You mean after your poison?

I didn't realize the fish was on the turn.

You're too busy with your damn institute.

No.

Why are you all dressed up?

It's the first meeting of the new.

You're not going.

But...

I need you to look after me, yes?

Yes.

That's all you have to do, Patricia.

Look after me.

No one else is coming, are they?

At least we sold all the jam.

Rosepeople's sense of patriotism is alive and well.

True.

Am I late?

No.

Not at all.

Everyone.

This is Miss Fenchurch, our school's new teacher.

Can I have a chance?

I don't.

No.

Could you not speak?

Oh, on the contrary.

Behind you.

Only you.

I thought as much.

Hardly the making of a new institute.

Oh, excuse me.

I thought I'd come and have a look.

Is the meeting still on?

Not me, just simply.

It is in as much as weird here.

I'll just get girls off the trailer.

The girls?

It's on girls!

Come on girls, park yourselves.

I hope you don't mind.

I mentioned it to some of the women around my way.

No, of course not.

The more the merrier.

You say that now.

Come on ladies, quick as you like.

Just do it.

I'm nice.

This is it.

Oh, please.

Are you staying or leaving, Mrs. Kerman?

This will fail, Mrs. Colin Bourne.

I know ring standards, never works.

Only thing that's failed is you're determined,

attempt to keep this institute at the preserve of your favorite snobs and sycophones.

But then that, like so much else, is about to change.

Now, if you're willing to change with this and you are very welcome to stay.

I mean, I wonder, hominally, on the joys of transformation.

I'll listen to the autumn grinder in church on Sunday.

Not his monkey in the village hall, little geek.

Enjoy the company of your new friends while you can.

This, whatever this purports to be, can't pose something.

It doesn't purport to be anything.

It is Great Paxford's new women's institute.

If you say so, Mrs. Kerman Bourne.

Could you be?

You are the first one.

Mr. John, by the way.

Too sweet for me.

But my two loved it.

I prefer Dansan.

I thought we'd plant you on the trees in a week.

We've got a spare shed.

If you need to store anything.

That would be utterly fantastic.

I've got some other ideas if you'd like to hear them.

Like to?

We'd love to.

Ladies, please, come in.

Most of you.

And back.

The beginning of the evening and the light known as going to come, but by the end.

I had a call from the consultant an hour ago.

Good doctor, nice man.

And?

I have lung cancer, Erica.

What?

Apparently I have lung cancer.

But that's not possible.

They've caught it early.

You haven't got cancer, Will.

Erica.

I'm afraid I have.

But what?

What do we tell the girls?

Until there's something they really need to know.

Can't we believe them as they are?

The whole country's in a heightened state of jumping the gun.

Let's not follow soon.

We can't just continue as normal.

Yes, as normal.

Precisely that.

For as long as possible.

Please.

Be careful what you wish for.

David!

She don't waste any time.

There isn't any to waste.

You don't?

Why don't you take me out one day?

Francis asked, and I didn't want to let it out.

What about me?

You want to go fight?

Stone?

Go.

I truly believe that there is how it can best serve God.

Oh, God wants God gets.

We begin by plowing up the cricket pitch.

Nothing to do with me, of course.

I no longer remember.

I'm afraid to the trained eye.

You look like you're running a well oil and criminal enterprise.

That God.