All language subtitles for Bomb.Girls.Facing.the.Enemy.2014_track3_[eng]

(gentle percussive music)

(upbeat jazz music)

- Clifford Parry, my daughter.

- You move well between worlds.

That's what attracted us to you.

- What are you doing?

- You think I can't see
the sin inside of you?

- Hello old girl.

Bloody hell.

- It's okay, I got you.

Stay away from my son.

(laughing)

- You're only going to run
off with some beautiful women.

- I already have.

(groaning)

- [Woman] Betty
go call the nurse!

- Nobody can know about this.

- [Man] A possible miscarriage.

- The bleeding won't stop.

- I had no idea your father
was locked up in Petawawa.

You take my father!

You take his spearing!

(shouting in foreign language)

No, Pa!

(yelling)

- [Man] She doesn't
have to go with you.

- Then I come back
with a warrant.

- For what?

- For her arrest in connection
with the death of her father.

- He fell.

- And your friend Kate Andrews?

- Kate was not there.

- There's a place
we call "The Farm."

Allied operatives from
around the world train there.

- You're telling me this ...

- Because I want you in.

(gun blasting)

Best thing I ever did
was recruit you, Gladys.

Your training's gone well.

- If you really believe that,

then why not give me
my first assignment?

- We head overseas next week.

Zurich.

Not having second thoughts?

- Nope.

Ready, willing, and eager.

- Good to hear.

(hectic music)

- Morning Mr. Akins.

I hear we sunk ten Nazi U-boats.

- Yep, well, we've got Hitler
shaking in his boots now.

- I hear Hitler's dancing a jig.

The scuttlebutt is the
war isn't going so well.

- A country can't get far
by lying to its own people.

- Maybe they figure we
can't handle the truth.

- When we get married, I
am never gonna lie to you.

An Italian wife is to
be treated with respect.

- He actually thinks I'm gonna
be some typical Italian wife.

- Vera, you're nobody's
typical anything.

- Whoa, who's that?

Rita Hayworth?

- You must be new.

The smoking section's that way.

- Not so new.

Been working the graveyard
shift for the past month.

- Don't mind Vera.

Her bark's worse than her bite.

Hi, my name is--

- Kate Andrews.

You you look so much
better in your photos.

Oh, I know all about you.

And you should know
that my husband

starts back on the
amatol line today.

- And why should she give
a hoot about your husband?

- ' Cause he used
to be her fiance.

- Ivan?

You're married to Ivan?

- Bingo.

He'll sure be surprised
to find you here.

He figured you to be in prison.

The name's Helen, by the way.

(alarm buzzing)

- She's a piece of work.

- [Announcer] This is
where the fate of the war

will be decided: The
Battle of the Atlantic.

With England's
factories decimated,

Nazi submarines drew
a line in the ocean

to stop supply ships,

hell-bent on starving
the people of Britain

and bringing that embattled
nation to its knees.

Things are on the
rise for the Allies.

Last week's convoy was the
first to sink 10 Nazi submarines

and make it across to deliver
support to our boys overseas.

- Unfortunately not the truth.

We are running out of
ways to keep the public

from knowing that we
might just lose the war.

This newsreel goes out
across the country today,

but we have a serious problem.

Yesterday, only six ships
made it through, 22 went down.

- Oh God.

- Our range recorders failed
to detect German submarines.

And you, Berman, as chief
engineer, please explain.

- They had to have
been compromised.

Sabotage.

- You seem so sure of that.

I'm not.

- Sir, so what are
you suggesting?

That the technology
itself was faulty?

- I'm telling you, the
technology is not the issue.

I helped develop
those recorders.

- And you never make mistakes?

- Gentleman!

There's no time for squabbling.

I want a full-scale
investigation.

Mr. Berman, I need that
technology re-tested.

Mr. Parry, before you and
Miss Witham head overseas,

head the investigation.

Wrap it up quickly.

All the ships at sea
is counting on us.

(anxious music)

(lively music)

- Buchinsky.

How are you?

- Good.

- Hi, Ivan.

How you doing?

I met your wife.

That sure was fast.

- Well when it's
real it happens fast.

- I know you never
expected me to be here.

See, the charges
against me were dropped.

And I had nowhere else
to go, so here I am.

- What about your ...

pal?

- For the record, Betty and
I didn't do anything wrong.

- Is that how you see it?

- My father's death
was an accident.

- Miss Andrews, Mr. Buchinsky,
we have a war to win.

Back to work.

(sighs)

(soft music)

- Gladys?

Meet me on the shooting range.

Just be there.

10 minutes.

(creaking)

Gladys?

(bullet whizzing)

- Clifford?

Clifford?

(suspenseful music)

(blows whistle)

(siren blaring)

Clifford, Clifford!?

Clifford!

- It is clearly as I had said.

Sabotage.

Mr. Perry's murder here, proves
that he was on to something.

It's taking place in Halifax
before the convoys ship out,

or in transit, or on the
line at Victory Munitions.

- That's why I am placing an
operative at the shipyards

and in transit, and
also one at the factory.

Thank you, Mr. Berman.

- I'll do it.

I'll cover the factory.

- No, you're heading overseas.

But Clifford, Mr. Perry, he
recruited me, he trained me.

I owe him.

If I can find the saboteur,
I can find his killer.

- Miss Witham,
don't get emotional.

- Emotional?

I am being rational.

Who else can you send in there

without raising any suspicion?

I know that factory.

My friends there, they trust me.

I can get information.

- Sir, she makes
an excellent point.

- She has no field experience.

- I was just assigned to Zurich.

- With a man to
keep watch over you.

- So you don't trust me?

- I trust her.

(soft music)

- You will head to
Victory Munitions.

And while you are there,

you will report to
Mr. Berman and to me.

Is that clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Perry developed your cover

that you had enlisted in the
Canadian Women's Army Corps.

What will you tell people?

- I was kicked out.

Insubordination.

- Well, that should
surprise no one.

- [Gladys] Good day Mr. Davis.

- Everybody, look who's back!

(chattering)

- Ladies, we're
still on the clock.

(alarm buzzing)

- Kate!

(giggling)

Oh what a nice surprise.

Welcome back.

I loved all your letters.

- Hey!
- Hey, Marco!

It's grand to see you all again.

Feels like coming home.

- I see you're working on
the new line downstairs.

- Yes.

Testing a new form of TNT.

- Risky.

- That's why it pays better.

I put in for a
transfer down there.

No way.

- You'll be working
with Ivan's wife.

- Ivan's wife?
- So ...

what happened with the CWACs?

- I was discharged.

- I find that hard to believe.

Why?

- Insubordination.

- Find that hard to believe now?

- Hey!

- I must admit, Miss Witham,

when I heard you joined
up I was so proud.

- Really?

Thanks.

You know, I feel awful
about being discharged.

If I could do it over I'd
do things differently.

- Yes, well ...

my cousin is quite
high up in the corps.

Why don't I call her and see
if she can pull a few strings?

- That's really
kind of you, but no.

I actually, I miss being
one of the bomb girls.

Glad to be back.

Excuse me.

Kate!

Hey, have you heard from Betty?

- No.

She got out two months
ago, not even a postcard.

But then, she must hate me.

- Welcome to the underbelly,
Vic Mu's best kept secret

in sound navigation
against German submarines.

We contribute to a
system of components

to be installed on
ships, codename ASDIC,

Which stands for
Anti-Submarine Detection.

Here we assemble the
range recorder unit.

It's the heart of
the ASDIC system.

Mrs. Buchinsky, head
of quality control,

arrives early for every
shift, our best worker.

Miss Witham, your new deputy.

Go easy on her.

- Thank you Mr. Berman.

Didn't know I needed a sidekick.

Should I be worried
about my job?

- No.

I'm just here to help.

- What we do here is
prepare the range recorder

special paper reading device.

A very important job,
probably the most important.

The paper gets treated
with this solution,

potassium iodide and starch,

so it will record bearing
distance and depth

of the reflected echoes
from German U-boats.

We get them before they get us.

The only time this case
gets opened after assembly

is to change the
paper or the solution.

We shut it, lock it, air tight.

Has to be.

Then we seal it.

It doesn't get opened
until on board the ship

for security reasons.

Then once we're done,
the case goes over there.

Not going too fast
for you, am I?

- I am not easily
overwhelmed, Mrs. Buchinsky.

- Good.

You can call me Helen.

- I think I'll
leave that to Ivan.

- Oh, those girls
do love to gossip.

- Not this one.

- Then we'll get
along just fine.

(mysterious music)

- Mary, it's Lorna.

I was calling about a recruit
who was discharged ...

for insubordination.

Gladys Witham.

She worked my line
for two years.

She really is one
of the good ones.

And I was hoping that
whatever happened at the corps

was just a misunderstanding,
and that you might be able

to smooth it over
and get her back in?

- Jane Clark, right?

- Yes.

- You're putting the inflow
hose into the outflow nozzle.

- Oh.

I am.

Sorry.

Just daydreaming.

I'm not usually like this.

- Something wrong?

- What do you
think you're doing?

- Sorry, I just, I
saw that she was--

- Having a tough time, yeah.

But lay off her.

I can fix it here.

We gals look out for
each other, like family.

Don't we girls!?

- [Girl] Yes we do!

(anxious music)

This isn't one of your
families ritzy stores, okay?

So tone down the arrogance, or
you'll be booted out of here

faster than how you got
kicked out of the army corps.

You get that?

- [Gladys] Mr. Berman.

- Excuse me.

- This isn't working out.

I can't be stuck at quality
control when I'm supposed

to be watching everyone,
the women and the men.

I need to be able to roam around

without Helen Buchinsky
getting in my way.

- And how do you
expect to do that?

- We'll say you now
require a floor manager,

that you're ramping
up production,

you're enhancing
security protocols.

That's your cover.

- I'm not changing the plan.

- We don't have much time.

Each shipment that leaves here
before we find the saboteur

puts our convoys and
escorts in danger.

- I am aware of
the dire situation.

- Well then you'll agree we need

a new deputy at quality
control, someone I can trust,

who isn't afraid to
ruffle some feathers.

Betty McRae.

- (scoffs) I've heard about her.

Convicted felon in the war's
most top-secret program?

No.

It would be impossible to
get her a security clearance.

- If you can't get Betty
a security clearance,

what kind of operative are you?

(upbeat piano music)

(chattering)

* Oh lover please remember
me when I go away *

* I'll keep you right
here in my heart *

* Think of you everyday

- I got six hundred
bucks saved up

my mom doesn't even know about.

If they don't let my dad out
of that internment camp soon

I'm gonna hire a lawyer.

* Please remember me

Hey, whoa!

You listening to me?

Am I that bad a dancer?

- Sorry, just ...

sometimes I wonder if
we're doing enough.

What would you
say if I enlisted?

- (chuckles) You're
joking, right?

- What if I'm not?

* Oh lover please remember me

- Wish I could enlist.

- I know.

Don't worry, Marco.

I'm just thinking out loud.

And you know what?

- What?

- You dance just swell.

* Oh lover please remember me

* And all our time together

* Don't leave me
here in misery *

* I want you back forever

* To hold me close
and keep me company *

* Oh lover please remember me

- Champagne, please.

- So ...

floor manager?

- That's correct Mr. Davis.

- Please check with me next time

before you change the
rules of the game.

* I want you back forever

* To hold me close

This friend of yours
is quite the talent.

Attractive too.

* Oh lover please remember me

(applauding)

- I'm gonna go
re-fresh our drinks.

- Gladys!

Okay, Gladys Witham, the truth.

What did you do, exactly, to
get kicked out of the CWACs?

- I told my commanding officer

what I thought about
some of their rules.

- Bad girl.

You know something, I was
jealous when you signed up.

I really was.

- [Kate] White wine.

- Miss Andrews, please
permit me to pay for that.

Thanks.

Philip Davis.

I have been listening
to you for weeks now.

You sing beautifully.

- Thank you.

- Have you made records?

- Oh no.

It's just a hobby.

- Well, please consider
me your number one fan.

- Well, Mr. Davis, how can I
turn down my number one fan?

- Cheers.

- I surely appreciate the drink.

Gents!

(chattering)

(mysterious music)

- He's a dream boat, that one.

Something oh-so
mysterious about him.

- Oh you think so?

I don't really pay that
much attention to him.

- You don't lie so well, Gladys.

You do realize that, don't you?

- Do you know where Betty is?

I wrote her a couple of times
while she was in prison,

and she never responded.

I even went to visit her once,
and she refused to see me.

- You know Betty,
she's got her pride.

- Vera ...

This is me.

- She called me
the day she got out

to make sure Kate was
still at the factory.

Betty made me promise
not to tell a soul.

Especially Kate.

- Yes but now she's out there
all alone without her friends.

Where is she?

(chattering)

(grunting)

(bell dinging)

- Damn that Vera Burr.

I should've known she
couldn't keep a secret.

- Vera was worried,
and rightly so.

Sorry I distracted you
and got you clobbered.

- You didn't distract me.

Thanks Rex.

And that clown couldn't
clobber a mouse.

I let her win.

- What?

I don't get it.

- I make good money by losing.

Yeah, I'll win a few
fights to get the stakes up

to get people betting on me.

Then, I throw the fight.

- That's illegal.

- Surprise, surprise, princess.

- What was it like?

In prison?

- Oh, it was just
for a few months.

No big deal.

- And the manslaughter charge?

- Well, 'cause I came
forward voluntarily

they lessened the charges.

Leaving the scene,
failing to report.

End of story.

- Betts, we miss you.

I'm back at the factory,and
the war needs you.

- Yeah, well, I don't need
everyone mocking the jailbird.

In prison I got clear on
how I wanna live my life.

I want to be free.

- And this is free?

Hiding from Kate?

- Don't you judge me.

- I'm not judging you.

- Did Kate send you?

- No.

No.

I'm working a new
line, in the basement.

The story is we're
testing a new form of TNT,

but that's a cover.

The program is top secret.

I need someone I can
trust, someone who can tell

if a girl isn't pulling her
weight, screwing up, or worse.

- What do you mean, "worse"?

- We're at war, Betty.

What do you think I mean?

(soft music)

- You really trust me that much?

- I trust you implicitly.

- I can't go back there.

Sorry.

Promised myself I wouldn't.

- Kate says you won't come
back because you hate her.

(dog barking)

- You hear that?

- Hear what?

- Nothing.

That's just it.

The place is so empty now
that Sheila's married Ned.

- Well you knew it was gonna be

just you and me eventually, kid.

Think you can handle that?

- Mm-hm.

(phone rings)

Hello?

- [Mary] Lorna, it's Mary.

- Oh, hi, Mary.

That was quick.

- [Mary] I'm confused.

There's no record of Gladys
Witham having enlisted in

or being discharged
from the corps.

- Are you sure?

- [Announcer] And Joe
DiMaggio, who enlisted

in the U.S. Army Air
Force months ago ...

- I've been following
this story for months.

- [Announcer] Ship
with his company

to go overseas and fight.

An important day ...

- We got to toast
to Joe DiMaggio!

Ma, get the wine.

Get the wine please.

I cannot believe they're
finally letting Italians fight.

Things really are changing.

- Well that's in the US of A.

Not sure how fast things
will change up here.

- Couldn't be too soon for me.

Ma, where's the wine?

Ma!

(speaking in foreign language)

Papa.

- Marco!

(speaking in foreign language)

- Is this true?

You're out of that
camp for good?

(speaking in foreign language)

(emotional music)

Hey Vera!

(music playing on stereo)

- So you think I hate you?

- Um ...

I never wanted you to take
the fall for me, Betty.

I tried to stop
it from happening.

- You never would have
made it in prison.

It would've destroyed you.

I didn't write you.

I didn't call.

I stayed away.

I let you move on.

- As you can see,
I'm still here.

- I'm starting back
at the factory today.

Wanted to tell you myself.

- Well welcome home.

(chuckles)

(emotional music)

- Oh, there's a girl
moving out end of the week,

so there's a room available.

- I got a place across town.

It's for the best.

Just for a little while.

I still want to get
my own house, so ...

- Sure.

Makes sense.

You're gonna need your stuff.

I kept everything.

(delicate music)

- I hear Ivan's
back at the factory.

- Yeah.

- You still love him, don't you?

- No.

Things are different now.

- Miss Witham.

I spoke with my cousin at
the women's army corps.

There's no record of you
having been enlisted.

You care to explain?

- I um ...

I was pregnant.

I lost the baby.

Miscarriage.

I haven't told anyone
because I feel ...

ashamed.

I know you realize how
difficult it can be.

When you had yours, I ...

(delicate music)

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Corbett, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have.

I can't talk about
this right now.

- I understand.

I'll ...

If you ...

need a sympathetic ear, ever,

I'm always here for my girls.

Thank you.

- Betty McRae.

Ivan is too much of a gentleman
to say what should be said,

so I'll say it for him: you
sure have a pair of brass ones

showing up here like this.

- So the lovebirds are back, eh?

Or is it the jailbirds?

- Relax.

Men can be such jerks.

But then God created Italians.

(intriguing music)

- So, you notice anything?

Or anyone?

- Apart from Mrs. Buchinsky
being the Wicked Witch?

That Jane Clark sure
is a nervous Nellie,

but I found out her
beau went overseas

and she hasn't heard
anything in weeks.

- Okay.

Fine.

Keep your eyes open.

Betts ...

I'm glad you're here.

- You know, Miss Witham,
that Betty McRae ...

I just don't trust people
who aren't like us.

Take Mr. Berman.

- What about him?

- I saw him at the
diner eating bacon.

Didn't know Jews did
that sort of thing.

If he's lying about that,

who knows what else
he's lying about?

(mysterious music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Vera didn't show
up for work today.

That's not like her.

And she's not
answering her phone.

I'm worried.

First you eat, then
you go see her.

- So, I want to
enlist in the army.

Did you hear me Pa?

I want to enlist.

- After all that Canada
did to this family,

sending me to some prison camp,

now you want to fight for them?

Pa, Joe DiMaggio enlisted.

- So?

He's not my son!

My only son!

(speaking in foreign language)

The army just wants Italians now

because they invaded Sicily.

You are not going over
there to kill your cousins

and then spill your
blood on Sicilian soil.

No.

- The war goes beyond
this family Pa.

If you enlist I will disown you.

(speaking in foreign language)

Then there'll be no more family!

(speaking in foreign language)

Hey!

(knocking on door)

(soft music)

I'm sure this isn't
easy for you, Marco,

but I've been thinking
about this for a while.

Don't worry.

We'll still get married.

Just not yet.

I need to do this.

For me.

For our country.

I hope you can understand.

Your father just come back.

You need to be all together.

I'll just get in the way.

Please say something.

- Vera, you do what
you have to do.

- Goodnight.

(mysterious music)

- Jakob Berman?

Sabotaging his own devices?

- That's what it
looked like, sir.

Those cases are sealed and
are only to be opened at sea.

- So you think he killed Mr.
Perry to cover his tracks?

- All I can say for sure is
that he's hiding something.

- Well, he is the only
one who has access

to both this place
and Victory Munitions.

- And, sir, I've
been investigating a
worker: Jane Clark.

That's not her real name.

Jane Schmidt, German.

She falsified papers to
get a security clearance.

She was in Mr. Berman's office,

there was definitely
something going on.

- And her father's
been interned.

A German and a Jew.

How ironic.

All right, let's get the
German out of the way first.

- Yes, sir.

- Miss Witham.

Mr. Perry's faith in
you was well-founded.

Nice work.

- You really didn't have to
come with me to the check-up.

- I wanted to.

It's my grandchild, after all.

Besides, we hardly get to
see you and Ned anymore.

- Mom, we're both so busy.

I know, I know.

Hey, oh, I have an idea.

Why don't I host
your baby shower?

- Oh, one of the nurses
already said she would do that.

And some gals are going
to take care of the food.

It's a pot luck.

- Well, what would
you like me to do?

I could do the decorations?

I could--
- Mom.

Nothing.

It's weeks away.

Just come and enjoy yourself.

I'm sorry I didn't talk to
you about the baby shower.

It's just my friends were
really excited about it--

- Yeah, I know.

It's all right, it's all right.

- Look at the time.

We should check in on Dad.

Oh I have to go to the ladies
room again, one second.

- Okay, okay.

Good!

Good!

Don't push it.

Soon you'll be on your own,
not needing anyone's help.

Come on, just a few more steps.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

- It's Lorna Corbett.

- Just a second.

Mrs. Corbett.

This is unexpected.

- I didn't want to
do this in public.

- The place is
such a mess, sorry.

- If you think this is a
mess, you should see my house.

I ...

I got these books
from the library.

They're for women
dealing with ...

you know, losing a baby.

And they helped me
when I needed it,

and I thought they
could help you.

You can just put
them on the bed.

And I'll walk out with
you, I'm on my way out.

- Where's the gun?

- These are dangerous times.

A girl can't be too careful.

- What you're going through now,

it can be an emotional
roller coaster.

I know.

Are you sure you're
feeling yourself?

- Yes.

- Does the baby's father know?

- I don't mean to rude, but--

- Do I know the father?

Was it my son's baby?

Was it Gene's?

- No.

No.

That's not possible.

Mrs. Corbett, Gene
and I never ...

I have an appointment
before work, so ...

- Yes of course.

I'm so sorry.

I just worry about my girls.

- I'm not one of
your girls anymore.

(soft music)

Morning.

Can I give you a lift?

- How do you know where I live?

- We're co-workers, Jane.

Hop in.

- That's okay.

I usually take the streetcar.

- Well then today's
your lucky day.

- Sure.

- Great.

I just have to make one
quick stop first, okay?

(suspenseful music)

So where are you from?

Hamilton.

- Oh.

I know several Clark
families there.

It's funny we've never
crossed paths before.

Is that where your
father's from?

- No.

Saskatoon.

- A lot of European immigrants

settled on the prairies, right?

A lot of Germans?

Miss Schmidt?

Your father is from Munich.

He's now in an internment
camp for Nazi sympathizers.

You falsified your papers
to get a security clearance.

That's a felony.

- I am a Canadian!

I was born here.

You and me, we're the same.

- Miss Schmidt, please
step out of the car.

- You're making a mistake.

- I am following orders.

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Check in at
the gate, please!

- Mr. Akins!

Here's that report you wanted.

I didn't want to leave
without giving it to you.

My taxi's waiting.

I gotta run.

Bye.

- Good luck Vera.

- Hi!

Well ...

Take a good long look 'cause
you won't be seeing this

till I'm back from over seas.

- Hold on.

Do you really think we're going
to let you go without a hug?

- Private Vera Burr.

- Congratulations honey.

- We are so proud of you.

- I'll put in a word
for ya with the CWACs.

My taxi's waiting.

I hate goodbyes.

(emotional music)

- Say, Kate, why
don't you join up?

You know what they
say about CWACs.

(chuckling)

- I've had just about
enough of you, Donald.

You think you know so much?

- Betty ...

- I'm gonna knock
it right outta you.

- Betty.

(smacks)

Betty, stop it!

- Hey!

I don't fight women.

- Why not?

Scared you'll lose?

- Betts, get a hold of yourself.

He's not worth it.

- This is exactly why I
didn't want to come back here.

(car horn honking)

- Vera.

- Marco.

- I know you need to do this.

But I need to do this ...

(gentle music)

It was my grandmothers.

- Oh I wish I could stay, I do!

- It's okay, I'll wait for you.

Come here.

I love you.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You wanted to see me?

- Come in, sit down.

Close the door.

- [Announcer] Graduates in
the British Commonwealth

training program.

Thousands are on hand,
even the Prime Minister,

to see friends,
brothers, and sons,

become full-fledged flyers,

ready to take on Hitler in
the sky-- (switch clicks)

- Who gave you the
order to have Jane Clark

arrested this morning?

- Her last name is Schmidt.

And Mr. Davis gave me the order.

- And you didn't
check with me first?

- Take it up with Mr. Davis.

- Sit down!

- What was all that
about between you

and Miss Schmidt the other day?

- I was telling her that
I'd have to fire her

if she kept messing up.

- Well, then I just saved you
the trouble of firing her.

Is that all?

- No.

No, that is not all.

Miss Schmidt ...

is not our saboteur.

- What makes you
so sure of that?

- She tried to hang herself.

A guard stopped
her just in time.

In her note ...

she confessed to being
of German heritage.

Apologized for lying about it.

Begged ...

begged forgiveness.

Does that sound like
a saboteur to you?

(troubled music)

- Mr. Berman, sir.

(applauding)

(upbeat music)

- Hey.

- Someone likes you.

Sure you wouldn't rather
be with him right now?

- Tonight is for
my friend Betty.

What you did today
at the factory--

- Yeah, I know, it was stupid.

- No.

It was brave.

- [Betty] My dream home.

- It's beautiful.

So, you got the
loan from the bank?

- No, they turned me down.

Called me too much of a
risk, and a few other things.

Jerks.

- Just come back to
the rooming house.

- No.

The bank said maybe if I came up

with half the down payment--

- Betty, why put
yourself through this?

- 'Cause I need a house, okay?

'Cause I deserve it!

'Cause it's my haven,
and that ain't no crime.

(shouting)

- Why are you here?

(grunts)

- What, are you
going to kill me now

like you killed Clifford?

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- What were you doing with those
range recorders last night?

- You're spying on me now?

- No, I investigate anyone
that looks suspicious.

- I was attaching
some security tabs

inside some of the casings.

An operative in Halifax
will check the shipment

to see if they've
been compromised.

That way we know if the sabotage
is taking place in transit.

Is that satisfactory?

- What are you doing here?

And those men inside?

- We're activists,
drawing attention

to the suffering
of European Jews.

This government refuses to
acknowledge the work camps.

If they did, they'd
have to accept refugees.

- But why can't
you talk about it?

- Our work at the farm
prohibits any political activity

so if our superiors
were to find out

about my meetings I would
be fired, or maybe deported.

The truth is ...

my parents are in one such camp.

If they're even still alive.

(soft music)

- I was wrong about Jane.

Seems I was wrong about you.

Maybe Clifford was
wrong about me.

Maybe I can't do this.

- This job is hard.

You have to lie to
friends and family.

You doubt everything
and everyone, but
don't doubt yourself.

- What now?

- On Sunday night, a train
will arrive from Halifax

with four unused range recorders

that have not been
installed on any vessel.

We always send extra,
in case they add ships.

I will check the range recorders

to see if they've
been tampered with

but they had to
have been working

when we assembled them here

otherwise they would have
never passed quality control.

- Helen Buchinsky.

She's the last
one that signs off

on each recorder.
- Yes, yes, yes,

and her work is excellent.

Davis himself vetted her.

- I'm sorry I kicked you.

- I'm sorry I shoved
you against a wall.

Do you ...

Do you eat bacon?

- No.

(laughs)

Why would you even ask that?

- I was just curious, sorry.

My mind's all over the place.

- Yes, mine too.

(dramatic music)

Come on, Clifford, you were
gonna tell me something,

show me something.

What?

Gladys, meet me at
the firing range.

You and Helen make
a sweet couple.

How'd you two meet?

- Who put you up to this?

Kate?

- Ivan, no, no one
put me up to this.

So, come on, how'd you two meet?

- After the scandal with
Betty and Kate, I quit

and there was this bar I
was drowning my sorrows at.

And Helen was a waitress there.

And a good listener.

- Yeah, she must be for
you to propose so fast.

- Actually, that was her idea.

- Really?

Wow.

She's got--
- Yes, yes she does.

Brass ones.

(laughs)

- So how'd she end up here?

Um, she wanted to work
here, do her part,

so I put in a good
word with Akins.

That got her in the door,

but she got herself put
into the TNT program.

- Yeah, and she's
doing great work there.

- I'm proud of her.

Actually, she's the
reason I decided

to come back here myself.

- Well it's good
to have you back.

What do her parents think
of her working here?

- She's an orphan,
doesn't have any parents.

- Oh.

Now she's got you.

Lucky girl.

(uneasy music)

I was wrong about Mr. Berman

sabotaging those range
recorders the other night.

He was checking
them for sabotage.

- Well we're still watching him.

- What have you found out?

- That you were right.

He's hiding something.

- That has nothing
to do with this case.

- You seem certain of that.

What's he hiding?

- An affair with
a Christian woman.

They want to keep it
quiet for obvious reasons.

Sir, I would like to look
into Helen Buchinsky.

Found this by Mr. Perry's desk.

- Where did you find this?

- Under a filing cabinet.

Sir, the fact she was under
surveillance is significant.

There's another thing.

Mr. Buchinsky thinks
Helen is an orphan.

She was born in Kingston.

Her parents still live
there, both very much alive.

I went to the archives
here and discovered

that her father was
known in the past

to express pro-fascist
sympathies.

That was likely overlooked
because he and Helen's mother

aren't actually married.

Before Helen got married,

she went by her mother's
last name, Kent.

- This is excellent work.

Investigate Helen Buchinsky.

Report back to me.

(music playing on stereo)

She's on to you.

- How did you get in here?

- Don't ask stupid questions.

It is no longer sufficient

just to mislead and
distract Miss Witham.

We are way beyond that now.

As we were with Mr. Perry.

He was on to us too.

- So what do we do?

- Our boys in Kingston
will derail that train

coming in from Halifax
on Sunday night.

The sabotaged range
recorders will be destroyed

then we'll fire
Berman and deport him.

- And what about Gladys Witham?

- This is a new device.

From our R&D lab at the Farm.

It's called a firefly.

Looks like a mechanical pencil.

Turn it to the right,
the lead emerges.

Turn it to the left,
the lead still emerges

but it ignites a two-minute fuse

that detonates the
explosive inside the pencil,

powerful enough to kill the
person who's holding it.

- [Announcer] Last night's
train derailment in Kingston

caused a major fire, destroying
the train's entire shipment.

Local officials are
calling it an accident.

- That was no accident.

They blew up that train.

Didn't want us to check
those four unused recorders.

They must know we're on to them.

- The sabotage is as
far-reaching as we thought.

- So where is Helen
Buchinsky in all this?

- Davis told me to
investigate her.

I'm supposed to report
back to him tonight.

If she was under surveillance,

then someone
suspected something.

Must be why Clifford was killed.

- Right, but how can we connect
Helen to the train crash?

- Kingston.

Her father, he lives there,
and he used to be pro-Nazi.

Maybe he still is.

- I'll get someone to watch him.

- I'll keep a
close eye on Helen.

- We'll both keep an eye on her.

Be careful, Miss Witham.

- Gladys.

- Gladys.

- You be careful too, Jakob.

(gentle music)

- Betty!

So you're a bomb girl now.

Careful your head don't explode.

(chuckling)

- Betty McRae, I can't tell you

what a welcome sight you are.

- Too bad I can't say
the same for you, Rex.

Excuse me, I'm late for work.

- So how's about you
and Franny again?

Midnight tonight.

- Rex, I am done
with that racket.

- You know, since you
left, I can't find a girl

that can take a dive
without being spotted.

You're an artist, Betty!

- Save your breath,
not interested.

- It's a big fight.

I'll double the usual money.

- You're wasting
your time, and mine.

- I know your type, Betty!

You'll be there.

You'll be there tonight.

(mysterious music)

- The security guard said
you needed to see me.

- About that gun you had.

I don't think you were
telling me the truth.

- Mrs. Corbett, please.

- I think you might be ...

unbalanced, a danger to
yourself and to the factory,

so if you, please, just
tell me what's going on.

- Please, just trust
me when I tell you

this is no concern of yours.

- Every part of this
factory is my concern.

- You overestimate your
reach and influence.

- I could have you fired
for falsifying your records,

for lying about the
women's army corps.

- I don't work for you,
I don't answer to you.

Down here on this
line, we have immunity.

- Immunity?

For what?

- Good day, Mrs. Corbett.

- You're no better than all
those men who dismiss us.

Immunity or not, Miss Witham,

I can still keep
my eye on you ...

and I will.

(soft music)

- All right.

I got a letter from Vera

and she wants me to
read it to everybody.

- Oh!

- Hey! (pounds table)

- How wonderful!

(applauding)

- Helen, won't you join us?

Why not?

You know, I always admired
Vera for enlisting.

- Lorna, come on.

- "I have no idea
when I'm shipping out.

"They don't tell us that stuff.

"You know what I miss?

"The beef tongue
that Lorna makes.

(laughing)

"Kate's singing.

"Betty's spunk.

"Gladys' gorgeous gowns.

"And even Carol's snotty ways.

"We made quite the
team, didn't we?

"I'm a better soldier
because of it.

"Truth is, I'm scared about
going overseas but excited, too.

"Knowing how much you're
rooting for me helps.

"Where would I be
without my friends?"

That's it, the rest is for me.

- Hey, why don't you all
write a letter back to Vera

and everyone can say
something to her?

- That's a great idea.

Anybody got a pencil?

- I do.

Just turn it to the left
to get the lead to pop out.

I'll be right back.

I have to go to the loo.

- Anybody got a leaf of paper?

(chattering)

- Let's go have a
cigarette together

- You know, I think I'm gonna
write something to Vera.

- Just tell her that Marco's
been weeping every day.

- All right, all right.

(anxious music)

- Don't make me
jealous, sweetheart.

- You know you've got
nothing to worry about.

- I love you.

- [Gladys] Who is first?

- Oh, oh!

Tell her Mr. Akins
sat in his office

and cried after she left.

- That's not true!

- No, tell her Marco's
been a good boy.

- That is true.

- Tell her Ivan's wife
is driving me crazy okay,

- Okay, wait.

Okay, just, everyone,
one at a time!

(pencil clatters)

Where's that pencil?

- Use mine.

- Betty, you go first.

- It's a nice letter.

- So what are you
gonna say to Vera?

- I'm gonna tell
her that friendship

can cross the ocean and time.

- I'd like to tell Vera
that you and I are friends.

Can I tell her that?

- Sure.

- No, no, no.

(shouting)

- Do me a favor.

Try and make an
effort with Helen.

She doesn't have a lot friends.

- I'll do more than try.

- Tell her we're
very proud of her

and we hope she comes home safe.

- Oh, isn't that Helen's?

How'd it get there?

- Thanks.

(booming)

(somber music)

- Ivan wanted us to be friends.

- He stayed in that
canteen because of you.

- What?

- Been jealous of
you since the day

he first told me your name.

Whenever he said it ...

he'd get that ...

that look in his eye.

It wasn't the way he
ever looked at me,

I can tell you that much.

I asked him to go
outside with me.

He said no.

He's dead ...

because of you.

- Lorna!

- I love you ...

Look at you.

You're so strong.

Will you still need me?

- What you think, I was
gonna leave you behind?

- I've been doing
a lot of thinking.

My father's death,
that was my fault.

- That's not true.

- Now Ivan.

- You are not to blame.

- I have blood on my hands.

So do you.

We make bombs that kill people.

Do you realize how many
people we must have killed?

Do you even think about it?

I can't go back to the factory.

- Thankfully, the damage was
restricted to the canteen area

but there were several injuries,
and one casualty, male.

(phone ringing)

- The cost of war.

Mrs. Buchinsky must be
devastated, thank you.

Davis.

Yes.

(dramatic music)

- No one from the factory
reports to the Farm

but you and me.

I checked.

We're the only operatives there.

But Davis knew Ivan
Buchinsky was dead

before I even told him.

- Helen.

- Davis himself vetted her.

- Davis.

Clifford must've found
a link between them.

- I saw Helen tampering

with one of the range
recorders today.

Managed to separate
it from the others.

Because of the
increased security,

I can't get it out
until tomorrow.

- We have to check it
before it ships out.

- We're on our own.

For now.

- What?

When I heard that explosion ...

all I could think of was you.

I may never see you again.

At times, you confound me,
even infuriate me but I can't--

(soft music)

- If I take the fall
tonight with Franny,

I want more than double.

- [Rex] Okay, okay.

500 bucks.

See?

I knew you couldn't stay away.

- Shut up, Rex.

- What are you doing?

K- ate is fragile.

I'm gonna give her a home.

- You think taking
the fall tonight

is gonna pay enough
to make that happen?

(crowd shouting)

(bell dinging)

Betty, I put everything
on you to win,

every last penny I was saving
to hire a lawyer for my dad,

600 bucks!

- No, Marco, that's crazy!

Put it on Franny!

- I don't need a lawyer anymore.

- You'll lose your
money, you idiot!

The odds are 10 to one.

- I know the odds are 10 to one.

Think of how much
money you could make,

enough for your down payment

and this could be
your last fight.

What do you say?

- How do you know I'm gonna win?

- Vera says you're a champ.

(bell dings)

(crowd shouting)

- Betty, what the
heck are you doing?

(grunting)

(bell dinging)

(cheering)

- What the hell
happened, Harold?

This is a bloody mess.

I have to answer to
my board of directors.

- You also have to answer to us.

- Who is this woman?

- Mrs. Corbett, she's
one of our best--

- Get her out of here.

- Mr. Galloway, we need
to shut this place down

until we find out what
caused that explosion,

because, until we know,
every life here is in danger.

- We're not shutting
this place down.

We are at war!

- Someone died.

How many more have
to die before you--

- Mrs. Corbett, I really think

that you should just--
- What, keep quiet?

Not anymore.

I insist on a full
investigation--

- You insist?

Who do you think you are?

This is my factory!

- And the workers are
my responsibility!

- Not anymore.

You're fired.

- Mr. Galloway, please.

- She's outta here,
Harold, finished.

Nobody tells me how
to run my factory.

- Well clearly, someone should.

- Miss Demers.

- Lorna ...

Lorna.

Look, I can fix this.

Just say you're sorry.

- That would be lying.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Davis] Yesterday's
convoy went down.

Your work at Vic Mu is done.

I want you to pack
up and leave town.

- But won't my sudden
disappearance only
raise suspicions?

- [Davis] The
grieving widow decided

to visit Ivan's
family in Winnipeg.

(phone disconnects)

- "The War Department
deeply regrets to inform you

"that your fiancee Vera Burr ...

"Private, Canadian
Women's Army Corps,

"has been declared killed during
the performance of her duty

"and in the service
of her country.

"The ship on which
she was traveling

"was part of a convoy
sunk by U-boats.

"The department extends
its deepest sympathies.

"Further more, the
government of Canada

"deeply regrets this grave
loss and solutes the deceased

"for her value to
war time sacrifice."

(soft music)

* Give me a kiss to
build a dream on *

* And my imagination

* Will thrive upon that kiss

* Sweetheart I ask
no more than this *

* A kiss to build the dream on

* When I'm alone

* With my fancies

* I'll be with you

* Leaving romances

* Making believe their true

* Give me your lips
for just a moment *

* And my imagination will
make that moment live *

- Are you sure this is the
recorder Helen tampered with?

- Yes.

Patience.

The solution tank.

Too light.

Hand me that.

Hardly any solution in it.

Just enough to pass the install,

a test or two, and
then it's empty.

Damn it!

They don't turn the recorders on

until they need
them, out at sea.

By the time they figure
somethings gone wrong

our ships are sitting
ducks for the Nazis.

Yesterday's convoy
had no chance in hell!

- This proves sabotage.

Now all we have to do is
connect Helen and Davis.

- We do not know how
many are involved,

how high up this goes.

- There is one person
we can trust to help.

- Gladys, we're bound by
the Official Secrets Act.

- I know, but if
we want her help

then I have to
tell her something.

- Like what?

- The truth.

If the ASDIC program
weren't being sabotaged,

Vera would be alive.

And she needs to know that.

- Who's she?

- Oh, hi.

- A bill of sale.

A house.

My house.

- With a room for you.

- For me?

- Yeah.

For as long as you need to stay.

Until the war is over or ...

until you meet the
man of your dreams.

But for now, you have a home.

- I want to sing.

- So, sing.

- No.

I mean as a career.

I just want to go after it,

the way Vera always went
after what she wanted.

She knew the risks,
but she wasn't afraid.

- Okay.

I'll buy all your records.

Just don't make
me dance to them.

(laughs)

- [Announcer] Canada's
role on the battlefield

continues to grow.

Lieutenant Colonel Rick
and his heroic battalion--

(knocking on door)

- [Gladys] Mrs. Corbett,
are you in there?

- Oh lord.

- There was no pregnancy,
no miscarriage.

- I see.

- And that explosion,
it was no mistake.

I was the target.

I have intelligence it was
caused by one of these.

It's called a firefly.

It was meant for me.

But now Ivan is dead and
other people are hurt.

I need your help.

- You need my help?

- Yes, Mrs. Corbett.

You deserve the truth.

And you need to know
how and why Vera died.

- Do you want some tea?

- Thank you.

- Why come to me?

- Who else would I go to?

You care.

- Too much.

- No one can care too much.

I think you and I are
alike in that way.

- No, I can't help you.

- So, what, are
you gonna hide here

in your house sewing curtains?

- I am not a spy.

- And I'm not asking
you to be one.

I just need you to be the person
to knocks on Helen's door.

- Why?

- Because she'll open it
for you, Mrs. Corbett.

- No more Mrs. Corbett.

It's Lorna.

- Okay.

Lorna.

Will you come with me to
talk to Betty and Kate?

We'll need them, too.

- Well Vera did say
we're a team, didn't she?

What's the plan?

(upbeat music plays on stereo)

- Well, my room isn't much,
I know, but I do have scotch.

Single malt.

- I invited you to
dinner, Miss Andrews.

What are we doing here?

- Having a good time.

Nothing wrong with
that, is there?

- No.

(clears throat)

- To my number one fan.

- It's good scotch.

- Well, I have good taste.

- Who told you to
invite me here?

- No one.

You're the one who
gave me your number.

This is just pre-dinner drinks.

More scotch?

(knocking on door)

- Mrs. Corbett.

What a surprise.

- I came by to offer
my condolences, see
how you're doing.

I brought you an apple pie.

I double up on the cinnamon.

Gives it a bit of kick.

It's my secret,
don't tell anyone.

There we go.

I can't stay long, I just uh ...

I want to tell you something.

I know what you're up to.

You killed Ivan, and Vera,

and all those
soldiers lost at sea.

- You shouldn't have said that.

- Why not?

It's the truth.

Where are your manners, Helen?

Aren't you gonna offer
us some apple pie?

- So do you think
Hitler will win?

- I have no idea.

What do you think?

- Well ...

he has allies here,
friends, helping him.

- Yeah?

How do you know this?

- Oh, I hear things.

- [Davis] From whom?

- People.

- People.

- Philip Davis is in custody,

and he's singing
like a songbird.

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

I'm just a grieving widow.

- I have it on record.

From Ivan.

He told me that the
marriage was your idea

and nothing but a cover.

- We loved each other.

- Our operatives have had you
under surveillance for months.

We know that you're
a Nazi sympathizer.

- And you're being
educed by a Jew.

You're wasting your
time and your breath.

I don't know anything.

- Two hours ago, in Kingston,
your father was arrested

for his part in the
train derailment.

- Honey, I know you're scared.

I can see it in your eyes.

The ultimate sentence
for treason is hanging.

If you want to save your
father's life and yours,

I suggest you think very
hard about what you say next.

- You know, the first time
I went to that bar ...

to hear you sing?

I was watching you.

- Uh ...

- Just to make sure you weren't
going to be any trouble.

- Oh.

So, am I trouble?

- Yeah, you're
trouble all right.

Your voice, that face ...

those lips.

- Mr. Davis lays it all on you,
says you're the mastermind.

- That's not true.

- Well then what is true?

- Are you part of a conspiracy

to sabotage the ASDIC program?

- You can't prove that.

- I have an
eyewitness who saw you

tampering with the
second shipment.

You were removing the
impregnating solution

from the devices.

- Think of your father.

- I want to make a deal.

For me and for my father.

- First, tell me how many
other shipments you sabotaged.

- Two or three.

I can't remember.

- It was very clever to
leave just enough solution

in the tank to pass the
install and the testing.

- I was just following orders.

- Who put you up to
tonight's little act?

- Act?

I don't know what you mean.

- You know that when you lie
your left eyebrow twitches?

(chuckles nervously)

- You're hurting my arm.

- Did you kill Clifford Perry?

- Did Davis say that?

Well he's a liar.

He's the mastermind.

- What are we doing
here, Miss Andrews?

- [Kate] You're going too fast.

Hold on a second.

(knocking on door)

- [Betty] Got any cigarettes?

Hey Kate?

(knocking)

I need a smoke.

- Can you hold on?

- [Betty] Got an
extra cigarette?

- Sure.

They're in my purse.

- Davis runs a pro-Nazi
ring across the country.

Been at it for years.

He's the one who
suggested I marry Ivan,

the train crash, everything.

And he's the one who
killed Clifford Perry.

- We'll consider a deal only
once you write everything down.

We need names,
every pro-Nazi group

and everyone who was involved.

Jakob, it's done.

Arrest him.

(dramatic music)

- We've done it.

Now we can protect
our soldiers at sea.

- How can you
betray your country?

- I believe in Hitler
and what he stands for.

- You don't even know
what he stands for.

(gun blasting)

- You've been given an
assignment, overseas.

Here, your cover will be
that you've been accepted

back into the CWACs.

Overseas, we will be
operating as husband and wife.

Will that be a problem?

Well, we'll have to
find a way to appear ...

convincing.

(gentle music)

- I'm not quite sure
that's going to be enough.

Maybe some more convincing.

* When the lights go on again

* All over the world

* And the boys are home again

* All over the world

- Marco!

* And rain or snow is all

* That may fall form
the skies above *

* A kiss won't mean goodbye

* But hello to love

* When the lights go on again

* All over the world

* And the ships
will sail again *

* All over the world

* Then we'll have time for
things like wedding rings *

* And free hearts will sing

* When the lights go on again

* All over the world

(swanky jazz music)