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What do you care to dance?

You want to join us?

It's weird I believe my duty lies.

You can't, Ennis.

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

I thought you lied to me?

I call my call on papers.

What'll I lay me up?

What told me she fell over jerry hanging a picture?

Told Will and me she slipped while serving supper.

Morning, Joe!

So steward, in turn,

You should get three free bellow.

Today will be the sweetest toy...

You must always expand home to a superstar.

John Critical chick with stone and comedy.

Of course you are,

I need to go now.

Laura!

Sorry, Jack.

Every morning.

You didn't mind dropping by for a look at the cottage on the way to work.

We need my conviction.

We've made the right decision.

I know it's small.

I just want you alone somewhere.

Anytime I do you feel like you've made a hand, don't let worded bliss stand in your way.

I'll give you a try now.

I'll look such a mess.

You're only sitting behind a desk all day.

Still need to look smart.

I had a thought about the box room.

Me too.

You first.

No, you.

No, you.

No, you.

All for crying out loud, Jack Quantifon offers Kate for an ercerary.

What if I have it as an office until we need it as an ercerary?

That may not be very long.

Fine by me.

Bye.

Number, please.

What are you doing now?

So where could we please an ercerary shelter?

How about near the village hall?

Hmm.

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

Well, there's Percusses, old Barn.

Arguably a direct hit by the Germans might smarten up a bit.

Or there's the Vicaridge greenhouse.

A near miss might cause horrific glass injuries.

Fine.

When did you last here from Adam?

A month ago.

Try not to worry about him unduly.

He's older and wiser this time around.

But he won't come back the same.

We'll all be different.

We have no choice but to adjust.

Only carbon there, eight children,

anywhere near the village hall,

and we'll have a fit.

And two pork chops, please.

Two pork chops from Mrs. Carolin.

Is he morning?

I'm only halfway down in this.

And Mrs. Baden's got to do an old sort of

the new airy shelter.

Dad's thinking of sticking a morrison under the kitchen table

and turning us into rabbits.

If the government says they do the job.

A morrison couldn't accommodate the entire village.

The village?

The W.I. wants to provide a communal shelter

for everyone in the village who hasn't got one on their own.

Anything else, Mrs. Carolin?

No, thank you.

And where may I ask is the W.I. proposing to locate her shelter

of sufficient size to accommodate everyone?

I don't think they found anywhere yet.

In the middle of everything makes sense.

Somewhere quick to get to.

Who's shelter's car will be set up willy nilly?

Official channels exist to supervise a common interest.

Good day, Mr. Princeley.

Good morning, Mrs. Cameron.

Good morning, Mrs.

P.E.X. I have been a stranger on the local paper

for the past 18 months.

But the fact of the matter is, since I'm paired by the word,

I need to file more stories to make a living wage.

A living wage.

A living.

Number, please.

Is a caller with number D required?

Is a caller?

Mrs. Baden.

Mrs. Baden.

Mrs. Baden.

Mrs. Baden.

Mrs. Baden.

Mrs. Baden, I'm so sorry.

I think I put my foot in it.

Oh, which foot in what?

I let it slip to Mrs. Cameron in Brinsley's

about the W.I.S. plans for the village shelter.

We did you think of a secret?

Oh.

Claire, you forgot the fake?

Oh.

Go back.

Before you do, tell me, how did Mrs. Cameron respond when you told her about the shelter?

She said there were official channels for them.

I see.

Claire!

I'll go get the bacon.

No talking.

Why can't I just not speak?

You've never tried.

I'm going to have to deal with her, aren't I?

Oh, she's just a harmless chatter box.

Not Claire.

Joyce Cameron.

Yes, sir.

I'm sweet.

You're very well.

Yeah, I'm good.

Morning, Pat.

Morning.

MUSIC

Two hours, three times a week to shop and run errands.

How bloody stupid do you think I am?

I know it sounds like a long time, but

rationing, slows everything down.

The kids take longer.

Oh, I see.

I see, so that means more time.

Chatting with friends.

Exactly.

You know what women are lying?

Yeah, I do.

Duplicitous.

Dislewale.

And they lie, don't they, Pat?

They lie all the time and they take horsemen for fools.

Bob, what's happened?

What's happened is, I went to telephone my editor this morning to push him from all work.

I picked up the receiver and was stunned to hear my wife's voice at the end of the line.

How's only trying to help?

How do you think it makes me feel, knowing that the entire village is laughing at me behind

my back, because my wife has to get a little job to make ends meet?

You feel even worse without the things that make your life just about bearable.

Cigarettes.

Team.

Coffee.

That's where the extra learning's going, Bob.

You're going, Bob.

Not on myself.

Today was your last day.

But that makes no sense!

Today was your last day.

Yes?

Pa find room.

Princess!

Oh, why haven't you gone?

Surely you should be assigned a regiment by now.

It's more complicated than you think.

I assumed it was quite straightforward.

straightforward.

I never assume anything.

Oh.

So, we're going all dressed up.

You don't want to know.

Why else would I ask?

Good day, Claire.

Still no ration book for David.

I'm telephoning the ministry.

See if they can sort it out.

David has a right to a ration book.

Same as everyone else.

The boy needs to eat.

Wait.

It's possible.

I might have made a mistake filling up the form.

A mistake?

It's possible.

Possible or probable?

It's possible I forgot to put something down.

You know what back as official forms can be like.

Something about having a son.

It'll finish me if he goes.

What you've done is illegal not to mention going completely

against his wishes.

Ben, please.

Against whose wishes?

I'm telephoning before we get into serious trouble.

Telephoning who?

Ma.

You're my son.

Mine.

Not theirs.

I'm your mother.

You can't fight.

You can't.

I'm your mother.

I wonder if it might have a quiet word.

Will was recently reading an article in one of his medical

journals about the long-term effects caused

by the kind of food poisoning Bob had.

What kind of effects?

Well, his whole body will have been weakened by it.

Oh, see.

Well, this seat has been weaker.

No question about that.

But a remedy's been produced that's showing

very positive results.

And we wondered if you'd be interested in giving it to Bob

to try out.

Bob doesn't like taking medicines as a role.

It's less a medication than a tonic that promotes

general well-being.

It's not a label, honey.

It's not yet being mass produced.

The dose is a teaspoon a day in food or drink.

Hmm.

It seems to help people feel better within themselves.

It seems to be the day in food or drink.

It is tea.

In his tea would be perfect.

I need to give you these.

Ah, yes.

Thank you.

That right shelters.

Interesting.

Oh, the W.I. wants to provide one for the village.

Published in 1938.

She has had a lot of the government's been preparing for this.

Where are they putting the shelter?

We don't know yet.

Well, don't leave it too long.

Why?

What have you been told?

Just don't leave it too long.

OK.

Hello, Stan.

How'd you work to you now?

Mm-hmm.

And the latest recruit?

What do you got there?

No, Bill.

Let me speak to the wind commander.

Excuse me, sir.

It's the boy from the farm with the milk bill.

Do you care to us?

Er, the accounting officer will deal with him.

I see she gets him.

Laura, could you come in here a moment?

I'll best go.

These look beautiful.

What was that?

A rat.

Hazel, when was the last time you heard a rat

close a heavy church door?

Or open one for that matter?

Hello.

If somebody's there, will you kindly identify yourself?

What are you doing?

I would just like to hit the vault.

Just hit if they're big enough.

For what?

An aerate shelter.

It's good to have the floor, this.

Yes.

Yes, for preying on.

Furthermore, since my husband sits on the planning committee,

no approval will be granted for any plans that interfere

with the vaults of this church.

Yes, Mrs. Cameron?

Goodbye.

Yes, yes, Mrs. Cameron.

I'm glad I caught you, Mrs. Scott Locke.

Wouldn't want to leave these on your doorstep.

You have a lot of friends, Mr. Hughes.

All keen to place their margins in your safe hands.

Is it not bother any of you that you're profiteering?

Take these and spare me the lecture.

I refuse to do any more work for traitors.

I think you'll find that's not your choice to make.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

I've made it.

If, God forbid, the authorities catch up with what I've been doing,

then I'll explain to them that I am but one small businessman coping

with complex new laws.

But you?

I'm afraid to the trained eye.

You look like you're running a well-oiled, criminal enterprise

servicing many, many businesses with your special skills.

I probably get away with a slap on the wrist, but they're most likely

throw the book at you, almost certainly talking about a lengthy

spelling prison.

No dogs allowed.

I collect them later in the week.

David?

What are you?

I want to explain.

No need.

Well, I need to.

I understand why you did it.

Do you?

I was only trying to protect you.

I know.

Forgive me.

Nothing to forgive.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Best go on.

While we've yet to decide on the location of the Air Age shelter,

there's no reason why we couldn't begin stockpiling supplies now.

Well, how many occupants?

Well, I think between 1450.

What kind of supplies?

Oh, well, I've grouped everything together.

So, can I have volunteers?

Well, I'll take a full drink.

I could put together a first aid kit and sort us in Tilly Lamp.

In the school, there's lots of spare books and art materials

and we'll always get in donations of old toys that we barely use.

Steve?

Oh, shovels and sand and a pickaxe.

They're not really required at school.

I could provide sand and a couple of shovels,

but we've not got a spare pickaxe.

Well, I'll see what funds can dig out.

A parm intended.

Do you have an idea where the shelter might be located?

Not yet.

But we're having a little fun establishing where it won't be.

Sir, I'm just finishing up, so unless there's anything else, I'll be off.

Well, instead of waiting in the cold for the bus, sir,

why don't I drive you home?

I don't believe you go in my way, sir.

There are some things, uh, worth going out of my way for.

You are an exceptionally pretty young woman, Laura.

Thank you, sir.

It resistibly so.

And call me Richard, though only in the office.

Good night, good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

I'll be back.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

I was prepared to wait for the call up.

Like you asked.

Try not to be hungry with her.

I can't stay her day longer.

No, no, no.

I can't stay a day longer.

You pack warm socks?

Last time we would have killed four warm socks.

Well, I'll be a C night in the trenches.

I don't know how I'll manage in the shop without you.

You will.

It's your horse.

When you come back, son, you know that.

I love you.

Your mother loves you.

And when this is finished, you come right back to this spot.

And we'll be waiting for you.

I love you.

My boy.

I love you.

Anne?

Anne?

We had to catch him with all the first time.

No, no, it's too late. It's come and go and he's gone.

He didn't stop him.

Why?

I held my son and gave him a father's blessing.

You knew he was going to sneak away.

No, I heard him leave.

Why didn't you wake me?

Why did you think?

He said he forgave me.

Oh, no, no, no.

I hate you.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Thank you.

Go on in our room.

Out there.

Mrs. Barton.

Mrs. Barton.

We were on our way to see you.

Really?

How exciting.

To save you a great deal of time and trouble.

In what regard?

Are you aware that an official village air raid shelter is already being planned?

I wasn't.

Officially in what way?

A local architect has been commissioned by my husband and the blue man.

The prince arrived this morning.

Thought you might like to see the difference between a professional and a couple together

amateur affair.

Oh, this is very impressive.

Isn't it?

It's just a shame we won't be needing it.

Why, have I not?

Because the W.I. shelter is not only planned, but well on its way to being up and ready.

Oh, the church is hardly suitable.

We're not the church.

Whatever gave you that idea?

No.

My cellar.

That's where we've decided.

Deep underground.

Ample space for all.

No planning permission required.

But these are very pretty.

Good day, Mrs. Cameron.

Miss Plintum.

Tea!

Tea!

Fine?

Sugar.

You have a visitor.

Oh, no, I expect an anyone.

Hello, Theresa.

You were a busy difficult to find, but...

I suppose I was appointed new disappearing the way you did.

Who would like a cup of tea?

I wouldn't say now.

No.

An net no tea.

For either of us, thank you.

This is nice.

If you like plants.

Why couldn't I stay for a brew on par?

Because I need to talk to you.

In private.

Your land-lady seems nice.

Bit nosy.

I must have known who I was and have a new you.

Don't worry.

I don't reveal anything scandalous.

Why have you conned Connie?

Why did you vanish without telling me where you'd gone?

The head didn't give me much of an alternative.

Chackleton.

Someone had seen us together.

We went to see him.

He asked me to deny you.

And when I refused to admit it would deny anything,

it gave me an ultimatum.

I could leave quietly.

And he'd give me a glow of reference and let you stay on.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you've caused a huge commotion when you both been sacked.

Drommed out of the profession for good, so you left an open run.

I had so little time to decide that I didn't know what else to do.

It's broken to me.

You should have spoken to me.

I thought that you loved me.

I did.

I do.

I always will.

But I'm just not as strong as you are, can't you?

I don't want to spend the rest of my life being pursued from relative home.

Just once more.

I'm never supposed to be near you.

Mum, why?

It's the best bet that my savings could buy, but we'll get there.

Yes, that's Alexis Sills next Friday.

A new life in a new world.

Life that we always talk to live in, open.

Without shame, he's enough to decide immediately.

I've booked a room with a pub for the night.

Sleep on it.

But don't leave for tomorrow.

I'm Mary.

The land to the free.

Home with a brave.

I'll be waiting at the pub at one o'clock.

Come and find me.

What is the true nor your noddingcasting?

I understand.

Save enough.

overe rapper, I stay.

I don't know anything.

No...

What was that?

I don't know.

Oh, didn't you lock the door?

So I had?

Even when we were stepping out, I knew he wasn't quite right.

Left our decisions about what we did and where we went to to me.

Always back down when we had an argument.

Not a bad born.

I should have guessed.

You should count yourself lucky.

We both should.

About what?

Spencer.

Now Mrs. Camden's exposed him as a coward.

Thanks, Mrs. Brinsley.

Put there.

Spencer isn't a coward.

Spencer isn't a coward.

But if he was the call-off, didn't he?

What?

Mrs. Cumberland's husband was the magistrate

that the tribunal Spencer had took here before,

explaining why he'd rather be a conchie than a soldier.

I know that isn't true.

Mr. Talker the village?

Well, it doesn't necessarily mean he's a coward.

He stays whilst other lads go off to fight.

What would you call him?

Me.

This isn't the place.

Don't you say a word to me.

You were happy enough to see David go?

Happy.

Is that what you think?

Spencer's not welcome in this shop.

Not him or his mother.

I wouldn't be saying this to my husband.

Mrs.

Brown, you've been sent all the literature explaining the changes

all without you, Mrs. Faroe.

Now, we'd like it to be with.

But we will settle for without if we have to.

We're at war.

Read the literature.

What was all that about?

If we can't change the way we're far within two months,

the WAC will take over the farm and will be evicted.

No.

Can I come in?

Seems I can't stop anyone doing anything they want

round here anymore.

Now, we have to grow what they want,

how they want with records and charts and god knows what.

What he asked you to do?

Farmer's farm.

They don't need to be wasted in the time on paperwork.

Couldn't agree with you more.

We're getting more and more of it at school, too.

Look what came through for me the other day.

You can't read it.

Can you, Steph?

Don't be ridiculous.

I know the sign.

Signs.

I see them all the time in the classroom.

The coronavirus, the avoiding potentially embarrassing

situations, the effort that it takes to keep it all concealed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I can help you with all of this.

And then I can teach you and stand to read

so that you won't need to ask anyone's help ever again.

I may know nothing about farming, Steph,

but I'm a very good teacher.

They absolutely promise you that together we can sort this out.

Come on.

Mrs. Cameron?

Mrs. Cameron?

Why are you telling people Spencer's a coward?

He stood before the tribunal and declared himself a conscientious objector.

I think that makes him a coward.

No, it's not true.

No, a conscientious objector.

You hold truth in high regard, do you?

You, who walked into a place of worship,

told me a story about the church being used as a shelter

which you knew perfectly well when you were in the church.

And you perfectly well wasn't true, just to deceive me.

You're a treacherous young woman, Claire.

So I suppose it's a little surprise

that you would want to defend an unpatriotic coward.

You've made your bed?

Now lie in it.

It's perfect.

As soon as I saw it, I knew it was the word for us.

When can we move in?

Next Saturday.

I spoke to the agent earlier.

Oh, fantastic.

It's the lavatory investment for your armors

without having to worry about meeting your mother on the landing.

And make love at full volume.

Love you at full volume.

We're going to be very happy here, aren't we?

Extraordinarily.

Will you carry me over the threshold on the day?

And all the way upstairs?

That's not 10 to baked or you're back.

Over the threshold's fine.

Haven't heard typing for a while?

No, I stopped.

Could I get you anything else?

Small biscuits?

No.

Thank you.

I know you're against it, but...

Jenny's asked if I might possibly fill in at the exchange

this afternoon.

They're a person short.

They've asked everyone else.

Bob.

If you want.

What are you sure?

If you want.

Who I think has come before you?

ctschemebesta.

It doesn't go to me yet.

I'm not as brave as you, Connie.

I can be brave enough for us both.

I need somebody that won't run away.

The fair sign of trouble, I can teach you to be fearless.

I need to learn a hard way.

Yeah, not three and a half thousand miles away.

Three and a half thousand miles away.

A clean, brave.

With his new guarantee that anything's going to be any better for either of us.

Hey, are you fine?

I can't take the chance.

The ship doesn't sell for the week.

You might change your mind.

Oh, well.

Truth.

No, it's not.

No.

No, it's not.

It's not as public.

I haven't found out where I was.

You could have written to me.

You could have asked our was or what I was doing,

but that's not you. Is it gone?

No, you're ways to come based in any with the one way taken to the other side of the world.

They're going to get you.

To be an accessory in your life.

But for the time being,

just a quiet little noss in the middle of nowhere,

it's mine.

It's a reason.

I've made up my mind.

Go into America's your choice, Staney, that's mine.

Goodbye, Connie.

You might change your mind.

Goodbye, Madam.

Goodbye, Madam.

I'm not going to get bored of racking around in the house or by yourself.

It's not a prison, Laura.

I'll be allowed to leave.

See people, do things.

Jack will be home in the evenings.

I bet you won't come back as often as you think you will.

I'll be around all the time.

I'll be around all the time.

I'll be around all the time.

I'll be around all the time.

Laura, someone to see you.

Stan, what are you doing here?

I came over to say...

Hey, come away.

Sir?

It's your sister at home.

My sister?

Mrs. Jack Heaton.

What's this about?

Wing Commander?

Mrs. Heaton, I'm afraid there was an accident this afternoon during a training exercise.

What's happened?

The plane Jack was flying crashed on landing.

Where is he?

I'm so very sorry, Mrs. Heaton.

Your husband is dead.

I'm sorry.

I thought we'd give us that hotel, aren't we?

Don't understand why you wrote fight.

Don't want to kill anyone, Claire.

Let's not pretend Bob doesn't hit you.

You're wrong.

Why didn't you allow me to cook you something?

No man has ever offered to cook me something before.

Is this a drill, Bob?

I'm at home far as continues.