All language subtitles for Home Fires (2015) - 01x02 - Episode 2

I have longed cancer in Hurricane.

What?

I demand a vote of no confidence in the President, and I offer my immediate miscommunication.

You're delicious. What did you do?

I added the delicious.

They take me for that drink of water.

I didn't know him down as a wolf.

I heard Walt Shoddy for help.

Joyce has got what she wanted. The closure of the W.I.

Are you a current in list?

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

I'll just get girls off the trailer.

The girls, this is Great Paxford's new women's institute.

Look after me.

I've never done this back.

Burn, run, go away!

You've fallen beyond the

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Do not let y'all have it for me.

It's Rodel.

Just look.

Don't let him…

Ark Fernando get down!

Dad?

Mr. Me, Steven.

Behaving is if you were already president before the other members

have voted for you as a bit.

Do you think there's something rather joy-slike about that?

This picture alone, we'd yield over 100,000 square feet

of prime agricultural land.

Why would anyone want to play cricket on it

when it could be used to feed people?

Because not everyone thinks like you.

Not yet.

But they will.

I've been giving Joyce a great deal of thought recently.

And I've come to the rather startling conclusion

that perhaps she wasn't all bad.

Joyce's camera?

Well, like her all over, she's a born leader.

I'm going to go right in.

The cricket season isn't over yet.

My advice would be to tread very carefully.

Leadership is about commanding the herd

when the moment demands.

It's about seizing them by the horns firmly with both hands

and hauling them in the right direction.

And the right direction being your direction?

Oh, God, you agree.

It was a question.

I don't think it was actually.

No, no, it was.

I really don't think so.

OK.

OK.

I think it's going to be a bit of a good deal.

I think it's going to be a good deal.

OK.

But, more tea.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

About half of that, please, bring.

Half.

Hello, Miriam.

That's 1 in 6.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Search me.

I'm sorry.

Why do you rush on?

I don't.

When the recruits ran past, one of them turned to me.

I could have sworn it was taken.

What?

I saw David and panicked and ran out to pull him away before they kill him.

No one's going to kill him.

Is that how you win wars by killing more boys on the other side?

You ought to stop thinking like this.

I can't.

Hey.

I came back last time, didn't I?

It won't be the same as last time.

Better ways to kill?

No.

Besides, he's not you.

He's not you.

That's his comment.

Morning, Pat.

Morning.

I'm home.

What time did you call this?

I wondered where you were.

Where were you?

Well, I wasn't gone long.

That was my question.

Are you deliberately trying to impede my recovery?

Where would you say such a thing?

Right, where could be exhausted?

Needing a drink?

Call out for you?

Nothing.

Oh, no.

No idea.

Where are you gone or what time you'd be back?

I should have left to know.

I'm sorry.

Why were you so long?

I was trying to make the housekeeping last as long as I can.

It takes time to judge what's affordable and what is it?

What you said I don't give you enough.

No, of course.

If I'd have been able to finish my novel by now,

we would have had more money coming in.

You are this close, Patricia.

Yes?

I had to buy food.

No, you buy food when I tell you to buy food.

When I tell you to buy food, you only buy the food I tell you to buy, yes?

Yes!

Don't look at me like that.

Without you holding me back,

I would have had so much more success.

I could have had way to run my neck.

I need to go to the lavish.

When I say you can go, you can go.

What about what did I do, sir?

I'm going to go home.

I'll go home.

I'm going home.

It's where you're humanly at yourself.

Nothing!

A couple of boxes of gorgeous things I've still tried to move from the room.

Want to work out where I'm going to put them so they'll put your case

and boxes on the bed for now.

It's so kind of you to take me in like this, Mrs. Scott Lappell.

Oh, my God. They allow our new teacher to be homeless.

Boris!

I'm not sure he agrees with her.

Boris doesn't really do sharing.

To be fair, he's never really had to.

He's all mouths and trousers, taking for a walk and a lovely forever.

Boris!

Have a pop this upstairs.

I can't thank you enough for this.

Let's hope Boris and I aren't too long of a tooth for it.

Well, we would have taken her, but for the RAF,

office has been belitted with us.

I'm assuming she doesn't know Joyce is behind having the school cottage requisition.

She'll serve a lot to feel ventral about at the moment.

I don't want to reason knowing that she's in a line of fire.

It's so lovely to see you all here as we convene for our first meeting in wartime.

What the next months will deliver is unknown, but what is known is that together we shall

endure whatever the future will throw at us.

For none understands the true cost of war better than women.

For it is we alone who will have to count the cost in the currency of loved ones lost and injured.

And I want to move swiftly onto my plan for the next year

to turn every available square foot of land in the village towards food production.

I'm proposing we begin by plowing up the cricket pitch.

Oh no, make no mistake ladies, there will be thousands of villages across the land doing the same,

each making their contribution to the nation's ladder.

If we plow up the pitch, we run the risk of turning the cricketers against us.

Not to mention the men who watch.

Is it worth pushing this through at the cost of such colossal resentment?

Oh they'll come round in time. Besides many of them won't be here for much longer, don't forget.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

Didn't you? Easy for you to advocate plowing up the cricket pitch, Mrs. Barton,

when your husband had never go to the internet.

Growing produce is a way for women to invest skills they acquired in peacetime and to take the lead.

I'm surprised you can't see this. No I see plenty.

I was on my way home from a district council meeting and I felt that it was my responsibility

to inform you of a decision to requisition this hall for the RAF.

What? Which means that this will be your last meeting here for the foreseeable future.

Was there really no other building that the committee could have chosen?

Well it was a heated debate but in the end an unassailable argument was made.

Are you in order?

Your committee will receive official notification by the end of the week.

Ah, except there doesn't seem to be a committee to receive its just Mrs. Barton.

We were coming on to that.

An extraordinary general meeting will still need to be held at which a secret ballot will be required

to vote in the right person to be president. Whoever she might be.

Good evening ladies. I'll see you again soon new dad.

I've been through everything four times Mr Driscoll and each time I find a difference between

what your outgoing should be this quarter based on previous quarters and what they actually are.

I see.

Because everything else seems to be pretty constant months on month so I wanted to see you

in case I've missed something.

Well maybe you haven't missed a scot log.

Well that's a relief. What have I missed?

The prices of goods act coming into force in November.

So these are adjusted figures.

The government has a duty to protect this country.

Mrs Scott Lock and I have a duty to protect my margins.

The act is to prevent profiteering.

Oh don't make a profit is perfectly acceptable during peacetime but during the war they have

a couple of syllables and it suddenly becomes a dirty word.

These are the books you wish me to work from and I'm afraid I'm unable to help you.

You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Isn't that the British way?

I'm sorry it isn't my way.

Shame. Because I've no desire to take my business elsewhere.

Nor will many of your other clients from the Chamber of Commerce.

The thing about war is you have to decide who's side you're on

and we all want you on our side Mrs Scott Lock.

Very much.

I wish I could be of more help but I can't. I'm sorry.

Good day Mr Driscoll.

Oh don't be alarmed. Contrary to Joyce's insinuation I'm not planning world domination

but scouring the village from on high for a building that might accommodate the W.I.

Now that our hall's been requisitioned in malice.

No you don't imagine for one moment that Joyce would have allowed the hall to be requisitioned

if she was still president. Wouldn't she?

Claire. War is driven by propaganda on all sides.

Now more than ever you really need to question the mere surface of things

look beneath to what's really taking place.

I suppose. I'm so have you found anywhere else?

I've narrowed it down to three barns and the pub.

What would you think about meeting upstairs at the horse and green?

Claire.

Hello.

Oh just the one. Oh this is Baden.

Thank you.

How'd you like working here? Compared to the Cameron's.

If I said I much prefer it how do I know you won't go tellin' of the people?

Go again.

People don't always mean what they say do they?

Especially now.

Now?

Would Jory and Boar? With all the propaganda and everything.

Well I wouldn't lie to you Miss Hilden.

You didn't tell me you had a sweetheart.

I didn't tell you because well she isn't.

It looked like it to me.

Claire. Jenny's just a girl I see from time to time.

What else is a sweetheart?

Well girl you want to see all the time.

Sorry.

But the truth.

Oh more propaganda.

Oh both.

Claire might be possible to have my pills.

Well.

Bye then.

Claire?

All right there.

Claire.

Thank you.

Thank you.

A little bit of water.

A little bit of water.

Put your tongue away, Marie.

It's quite near spokes.

I thought now might be a good time for a little chat.

What's wrong with wanting to fight for my country?

Nothing.

Now let's get one thing straight.

I'm not looking to stop you.

Ma's.

She doesn't want to see you hurt, David.

Or worse.

I'm not going to die if that's what she's thinking.

She still thinks I'm a child.

David.

All I want to ask is that you don't join up.

I thought you said he didn't want to stop me.

I want you to give your ma time to get used to the idea that you will eventually go.

If this carries on, they'll come for you soon enough.

Give it time to accept it.

You're trying to trip me.

No.

I did what your plan into your grand last time round.

Joined up and bugged it off before anyone could stop me in all regard for anyone else.

Found out later in nearly killed her.

You want to show your ma you're no longer a child, David?

Give her this.

Wait to be called.

Are you sure he'll actually walk with me?

Dogs are pack animals.

They just need to know who's in charge and once it's made very clear it isn't them,

they're perfectly happy.

Once he's eaten to give you the lead, he'll be putty in your hands.

And just give me an hour to get the play straight and I guarantee you'll come back firm friends.

Right.

I am now showing Boris that I'm handing control of him to you.

Well, at least he's not growling anymore.

If he starts, just ignore him and then soon get the message that you're not remotely impressed.

Grow up.

Good dog.

Good dog.

You got it.

Hey.

Steady on.

What the fuck can you smell?

I don't think you're a mistress of bitchoo for you coming out with that onion from you, Jules.

Come home, Boris.

Boris!

Boris!

Boris!

Stupid, I'm over goodnessing.

Boris!

You come back here this instant!

Boris!

Boris, you're here.

Please, can I get a seat?

Please.

Please.

No, maybe next weekend.

Boris!

Oh, it's so easy.

Do you work here?

I do, why?

Is this situation for a telephone operator still available?

Boris!

Boris!

Boris!

What happened?

Where is he?

He pulled the lead out of me hand chasing Robert.

You let him go!

They pulled suddenly very hard!

That's what dogs do.

They pull on the lead.

Your job is to hold on.

I'm sorry.

Where is he?

Theresa, where's my dog?

I don't know.

Third mother in two weeks to beg me to diagnose something that would render her son unfit for active service.

She actually took out an envelope and placed her life savings on the desk by way of inducement.

It's shared desperation.

The last thing you need in your condition is that kind of pressure.

I think I can handle it, Erica.

Even in my condition.

Why don't I try weeding them out before they come through?

They don't require weeding out. They require compassion.

Which I think I'm still able to muster without collapsing completely.

I wasn't suggesting you were.

When you?

Any more appointments this afternoon?

Not until this evening.

Good.

If you need me, me and my condition, we're taking things very, very calmly in the horse and groom.

And I may not be fit for the army or much else as things have turned out,

but I can still manage to light a pipe and lift a bloody beer glass.

Will?

Boris! Boris!

Welcome for me. How are they going to come for you?

Boris! Boris!

Welcome for me. How are they going to come for you?

Boris!

If it's a patient with your father, take a name and you'll call them later.

I'm not decent.

It's wet hair, Kate.

Beneath a towel. Is this the king I'm sure whoever it is will turn the blind eye.

I have a dog in the car bleeding to death.

There was no time to get to the nearest vet, so I asked the director to the nearest doctor.

My father's on a call.

At the horse and groom.

No, I...

Well, he is.

You're a pilot.

Look, unless someone who knows what they're doing gets on to it immediately,

the poor little bugger hasn't long to live.

Get that bag.

You get it.

A Christ's sake would one if you get the damn bag.

Samojis, coffee, cordia, newspaper, book, notebook and pen, an extra pillow.

I think that's all you might need while I'm out.

How long will you be?

Two hours and fifteen minutes.

Very precise.

You've encouraged me to be more diligent about my timekeeping

and I've decided to try harder.

May I go?

I'll see you in precisely two hours.

It won't be long enough.

It'll have to be.

Yes?

Very well.

Very well.

How is he?

I think I've stemmed the bleeding.

But he needs proper veterinary attention.

Well, he survived twelve miles.

If you go as quickly as you were presumably going when you hit him.

I didn't hit him, Doctor. I found him lying in the middle of the road.

You'll need someone to hold Boris while you drive.

I will, and I'll help.

Not enough for you for both.

As far as you can. Without killing my daughter.

Yes, sir.

Lit?

Oh, sorry. I'm late. My husband.

They're having time, Adon't bother.

Your choice.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

Yes, Alison. Putting you through to the vet now.

Thank you.

Wrong.

Really?

You're the first name.

Wrong.

But she's a friend.

In the exchange we have no friends.

We merely connect. We do not.

Habanab.

Oh, hello. It's Mrs. Scottlock.

Tell the phone and phone news about Boris.

Boris?

Yes.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Stop apologizing.

It wasn't your fault.

I didn't think it'd look at him.

But when Boris picks up the centre of rabbits, he comes over all murderous.

I should've...

Hello?

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You woke up from the anaesthetic and tried to bite the vet.

Oh, thank God.

I think he'll pull through.

So so happy you didn't kill your tongue.

Oh, don't spoil it by killing me.

Oh, sorry.

Stop apologizing for everything from now.

No, will...

I'm sorry.

Oh, well.

Oh, well.

Well, you're meeting with that ball.

Nothing less than all out bloody war in the medium of cricket.

Mr. Sims.

Is it?

The cricket pavilion always looks a bit worse for where?

Towards the end of the season.

Stumps an eye.

General Dusan repairs this time of year.

Is there much point now?

Now.

Well, now the W.I. are agitating to have the pitch dug over for flowers.

Sorry, there was.

Well, there's a rumor that the W.I.

want to commandeer the cricket pitch for flowers.

Flowers?

Hmm.

To bring some cheer to the village in the dark days ahead.

Over on their body.

Well, nothing to do with me, of course.

I no longer remember.

Good day, gentlemen.

Hey.

Of course.

If a collar identifies your voice,

else you have to do with mine because it's quite distinctive.

And the username, then it's fine to use theirs back.

Or to give you an example.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to go.

I haven't finished explaining the plot,

a collar if your voice is recognized.

I mean, you can admit to recognizing theirs.

That's correct.

Same time next week.

The shift doesn't end for another 15 minutes.

My husband isn't well and he'll worry if I'm not home by quarter past.

Hello.

I suppose I'll have to be enough for today.

Oh, I didn't know you worked here, Mrs. Sims.

She doesn't yet.

Oh, well, I've just completed my first training session.

Well, despite your age,

you seem like a collar.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Despite your age, you seem like a quick enough learner.

Job sure as if you want it.

Thank you so much.

You're an excellent teacher of the elderly.

See you next week.

Did you want something?

The Badens are having trouble with the telephone line.

We just put a call through to Mrs. Baden.

She seemed to wear everything perfectly clearly.

You must have fixed it.

No, clever.

What did you do?

Nothing.

I expect Spencer appreciates that.

You're in.

Humility.

What do you actually want?

To tell you about the Badens line.

You told me it's working.

Excellent.

Now, Emm, let me tell you something.

Spencer's the only lad around here that doesn't wreak of manure.

And I've got him.

So hands off.

Late.

Only by a minute, Bob.

Punctuality is an absolute part.

One either is or one is not. There is no halfway house.

I'm sorry, Bob. I'll do better next time.

If there is a next time.

I wanted to talk to you about flowers.

Flowers?

Hmm.

Inside.

I still think whoever hates him should have stopped.

It's common bloody decency.

Pardon my French.

Don't worry, I don't speak French.

People around here get used to animal bleeping out into the road.

Rabbits, boxes, pheasants, deer, sheep, of course.

The odd cat.

Sounds like a bloodbath.

People think the countryside is lovely and green, but the truth is, it's tinged with red.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, thank you again.

There is one last thing.

I was wondering about lunch tomorrow.

You ought to be free by any chance.

A treasure's first impression, I'm afraid.

First night here and I knocked it off the stand.

I'll replace it, of course.

No, don't do that.

No, I despise that lump with a passion.

Adam's great aunt gave us that as a wedding gift and tries to have over the years to get rid of it.

Adam insists we come out in the event that she visits and expects to see it.

And I'll replace it with a different one.

Well, that offer, I will accept.

Thank you.

Well, if you need anything else damaged beyond repair, I'm your man.

By the way, we're eating at the mess tonight.

Sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier.

I'm not going until I get the call up.

What?

I want to go with your blessing.

Or at least the next day.

I'm not going until I get the call up.

What?

I want to go with your blessing.

Or at least the next best thing you can give me.

I want to go as soon as I can, but I'll wait until I'm called.

If it helps.

It does.

A bit.

Thank you.

I am going to go, Ma.

It's just a question of when.

I understand that.

But it's difficult for me.

You're my only child.

I know.

You're right.

You're right.

Whoever it is, please, you don't need to knock.

I'm going to go.

Good morning.

Good morning.

To replace the one I broke.

It's hideous, Padre.

Yes.

So much worse than the other one.

I know, but every time I look at it, I'll be reminded to be more careful in someone else's hand.

Why don't you sit down?

I'm fine where I am.

No man has right mind calls for a girl an hour early.

I haven't been here an hour.

An hour and six minutes.

Leave your sister alone.

Our F-boy's notoriously flighty. I've never stepped out with one.

One hasn't asked you.

He's here. See you later.

Have a nice time.

Shall we?

Hey, look. Terrific.

Thank you.

Someone seems to have made quite an impression.

Young handsome trainee pilot is kind to animals.

Can't imagine why.

I'm surprised you let a girl you know nothing about him.

Can't happen.

Can't is not the same as a won't.

Jourises are spent forced.

Is she?

You don't want to underestimate how much the women have been getting it in the neck from the men.

About losing the cricket pitch to flowers.

Flowers?

There's a rumor going around that we want to turn the cricket pitch over to flowers

to make the village look prettier during wartime.

That's nothing less than deliberate misinformation.

How can the men believe it?

Men have a tendency to believe whatever supports their existing prejudice.

Joyce is on the march, Francis.

You have to take her seriously as an opposing candidate for the presidency.

Joyce has also been going round, saying that a vote for her is a vote for peace and quiet at home.

Then we must tell the ladies to be more robust.

Or?

Do I sense the tone of appeasement?

No, you sense the tone of someone suggesting that we'll face many battles in the days ahead

and we need to choose which are worth fighting and which are not.

The village are in complete support of our food production drive, just not at the expense of the cricket pitch.

Lose the vote for plowing it up and we lose everything.

I think your sister's suggesting stepping back from the cricket pitch in order to gain everything.

Because then you'll likely win the presidency and lead us to victories in more important battles.

Thank you, Sturf. That is precisely what I've been trying to say.

One of the consequences of flight training is that it robs you of your capacity to see specific shapes in clouds.

No cats or dogs?

No.

No, Mickey Mouse or a witch's face?

I just see a good cloud from which the mountain ambush.

A good cloud to hide into, escape an attack.

One to avoid a fur.

Hope draft and win share.

Basically clouds that might help keep me alive and why is the fact?

What do you see now?

I see you.

Keep looking.

I'm not sure.

You know which word of hope are.

Good luck with the vote, Mrs Cameron.

Very good luck to you.

Mm-hmm.

Evening.

Thank you, ladies and welcome to our new headquarters.

Not ideal, but needs must.

There are two urgent matters why this meeting has been called tonight.

The first concerns the cricket pitch and the latter concerns electing the next president of this institute.

The cricket pitch should remain sacrosanct.

The latter word hard, the need to let off steam.

A sentiment I agree with wholeheartedly, which is why I propose that the cricket pitch be left alone until the cricket team completes any remaining fixtures.

All those in favor?

Carried.

And so to the vote for the next president.

There are only two nominees, myself and Mrs Cameron.

In accordance with WY policy, we will carry out the vote by secret ballot.

Overseen by our voluntary county supervisor, Mrs Summers, and counted by Mrs Scottlock.

When I was president, it wasn't necessary for the nominees to wait outside during the ballot.

Because your pals had already ensured the outcome.

Through fear and favor.

It's called politics, Mrs Barton.

The members are sheaped to be driven towards whichever opinion you want them to uphold.

I once thought that.

But I've realised there's more to be said for seeking a consensus.

Mrs Barton, have you ever wondered what might be achieved if we joined forces?

I beg your pardon.

We best know what we want. Neither of us suffer fools.

Gladly, we're cut from the same cloth, Mrs Barton, and I think you know.

What are you proposing, Mrs Cameron?

A minestriable talent.

We'd be a formidable team.

Unstoppable.

And please, call me Joyce.

Ladies, the votes have been counted.

If the candidates would like to come back into the room.

Unstoppable, Mrs Barton?

Not thinkable, Mrs Cameron.

It gives me great pleasure to announce.

Mrs Barton, is the new President of Ireland.

Come on in.

Mrs Barton, please.

Mrs Barton, please.

Mrs Barton, please.

Is that all we want to know?

Who's living here?

So the government knows who the cankorns fight.

Leave the can't. Makes sense.

I've decided I'm not going until I get the call.

I'm going to get the call.

I'm going to get the call.

What's the registration for?

It's a good day.

There's maybe a time for our men to fight.

It's weird I believe my duty lies.

Go, this is our time too.

Don't be all for saying.

I'll do what you've asked.

Why do we get married?

You leave me in your choice, but to pretend we didn't have this conversation.

I can see them talking but I hope you're not.

And Home Fire continues here on ITV next Sunday night at the same time of 9 o'clock.

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