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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Dad!

MAN: Hurry up.

Ah, just smell that fresh air.

Hmm, isn't it awful?

(GASPS) Oh!

Thank you, General.

It's Private.

I won't tell anyone. (CHUCKLES)

But where's he going?

Didn't expect him to carry them
all the way to the farm, did you?

Stay and get the later train.
We can have two more hours together.

Two more hours of you bending my ear?

You can't wait to get away, can you?

You never spoke to me like this
before you joined up.

Shame you didn't stand up
to your father the same way.

I'm grateful that you helped us.

But?

But we need to talk about this, Harry.

I've said all I'm gonna say, Annie.

I mean it.

Isn't someone
supposed to collect our bags?

They're supposed to collect us.
Carry our own bags.

Do think he'll be dishy?

Not unless Annie Barratt's
a man, no. Nope.

According to this, Helmstead is only
two miles away, so we could just walk.

Ha! Expect me to lug all this
in these heels?

For goodness sake.

Where are you... (SIGHS)

Oh.

Aren't you supposed to be
meeting some girls?

This is more important.

You've got to be strong, Annie.

You know where I'm going,
what I'm heading into,

yet you waste money dragging me up here
to tell me there's no baby?

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

I'm sorry if I've failed you.

But promise me you'll write.

I don't know where I'll be.

Please.

Take care of yourself.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(STEAM HISSING)

Beautiful day.

We'll sleep well tonight.

Well, it would help if there were
some signs or something.

What, and give the Germans directions?

Come on. It can't be far now.

(AEROPLANE FLYING)

NANCY: Is it a spitfire?

Can't see.

Enemy plane! Take cover!

Oh!

(SCREAMING)

Hold your positions!

He's coming around!

Keep your position!

Come back, Nancy.

JOYCE: Nancy, Nancy.

Get down, woman!

Open fire!

TUCKER: Hold your fire.

Are you all right?

My outfit, it's ruined.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

All clear. Anyone hit?

SOLDIERS: No, sir!

Chose a bad day for a walk
in the country, ladies.

-We were looking for the manor house.
-We'll be joining the land girls.

Oh. Well, I'll take you there.

Well, look at me. I'm covered in mud.

Well, better get used to that.

Tucker.

Brought you two more
soft-handed city girls.

Looks like a castle.

Looks like we've landed on our feet.

Maybe this isn't gonna be
so bad after all.

Right. Names.

Oh, Nancy Morrell and Jean...

Joyce. Fisher. Joyce Fisher.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Esther, and I'm your warden.

Now take yourselves through.

If Lady Hoxley sees you here,
there will be hell to pay.

Oh, sorry, miss.

What happened to you?

Oh, it's a long story.

So are we staying here?

You're in the west wing.

BILLY: Bea.

(BEA LAUGHS)

That is nothing, Billy. Watch this.

Go on.

BEA: Oh.

(BILLY CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

That is nothing. Watch this.

Easy.

Whoa, whoa. (GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

Billy?

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(LAUGHING)

When you're in town, give this
to the old pharmacist, will you?

What is it?

(SIGHS) Honestly,
you give a woman trousers,

she asks more questions than a copper.

Is it black market?

(GASPS) You think I'm the sort?

It's pork chops, if you must know.

They are black market.
He told me they was.

Yeah, and do you remember when I told you,
I did the zippy mouth thing?

Do you remember what that means?

Careless talk costs.
Hefty fine and a criminal record.

I'm not sure I should be involved in this.

(SIGHS)

Them breakages will need paying for.

But it was an accident.

Eh! Unless you want me to do the...

For the pharmacist?

Ah, good girl.

One green v-neck jumper, two fawn shirts,
and one brown slouch hat.

Any questions?

Can we wear a skirt?

Ooh, if you don't mind
rats crawling up your legs.

Now you get one diamond for your arm band
after every six months of service.

I hope I'm not here that long.

You want to book your ideas up.

Girls, let me introduce Lady Hoxley.

Two pieces of advice.

Forget about your silly town lives.

Things are very different here.

And give total devotion to your duties.

Remember those,
and everything will be fine. Clear?

Yes, Lady Hoxley!

Yes, Lady Hoxley.

Young lady, you'll soon be
too tired to carry a feather,

let alone that chip on your shoulder.

Now I've got work to do.

The spitfire fund won't run itself.

Ahem.

Now get changed,
and I'll see you both at the farmhouse.

Where are the new girls?
I must have missed them.

How'd it go with Harry?

Well, you know what he's like.

Now, what was on that tray?

Pork chops. Finch got me to deliver them.

What have I told you about
running errands for Finch?

He said he'd dock me wages if I didn't.

That's blackmail.

No. Erm...

I got distracted, broke some eggs.

He would have taken money for breakages.

Right. And were you distracted
because of a certain farmer's son?

Well, Billy isn't interested in me.

-Hey, maybe he'll go to the dance.
-Who says you'll be going?

What, you gonna stop me?

Just slow down, Bea.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

What does that mean?

It means, let's get these trays delivered.

It's itchy.

It's warm. Come on,
we should get to the farm.

What are they gonna do
if we're late, shoot us?

Actually, Lady Poxley probably would.
"The spitfire fund won't run itself."

Lady Poxley? I haven't heard
her called that in a while.

-Ah, no. She didn't mean that.
-I did.

Oh, I like a lady who speaks her mind.

Well, what's it like working for her?

Working for her? Well...

She must be a pain in the neck,
full of her own self-importance.

-Nancy.
-What?

I see you've met my husband.

Though why he's got time
to dillydally is anyone's guess.

Have you organised the gardens
for the dance, Lawrence?

My top priority.

You ladies know about the dance of course.
Everyone is welcome.

There's more important things
for them to worry about.

Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you were...

What, the gardener?

Head gamekeeper at least.

JOYCE: So, about this dance...

Hmm?

Yes! Well, yes, it's in a few days.

Chance for everyone to...
Well, to let their hair down.

-Oh, sounds smashing.
-Certainly does.

Ha! This has got to be a joke.

I've seen worse.

MARTIN: Mum!

You tell Mr Finch
the new girls have arrived. Go on.

You can't keep being off with folk.

I can, because I don't want to be here.

Do you think any of us do?

But we're all stuck here
at cold comfort farm,

and we've got to do our bit,
else the country will starve.

(PIG SQUEALING)

FINCH: Chamberlain! Chamberlain,
come back here with my supper!

Hey! Come here!

Oh!

Welcome to pasture farm!
Frederick Finch!

Ladies, this is where
you get your hands dirty.

Is this your husband?

No, he is not!

Hey! Easy mistake to make!

Ooh, that looks heavy. I'd help you,
but I've got a bad back.

You can manage, can't you?

These are the girls
you're gonna be sharing with.

Sharing?

Right! Nancy and Joyce,

Bea and Annie, the girl
who should have been picking you up.

Right. Let me show you
where you're gonna be sleeping.

Come on, follow me.

-NANCY: Here you go.
-Oh.

(SIGHS)

Just like the Savoy.

(SIGHS)

Well, I had to think fast because
the plane few right at us, shooting at us.

What did you do?

I pushed Joyce into a ditch
and jumped on top of her.

Oh, quick thinking.

Only, when she comes back,
don't mention it. She's a bit embarrassed.

JOYCE: I miss something?

-Mmm-hmm!
-We were just...

I was just asking if there was
anything else to eat.

And there's not.

I can't believe this place.

Last week, I was in a nice, warm

recruiting office five minutes
away from home.

Daddy could get us steak sometimes.
He's a civil servant.

We haven't had steak since...

So why did you join the Women's Land Army?

She was conscripted.

I can talk for myself.

I wouldn't be here
if I could help it. No offence.

1938. We had it
for Mum's birthday, remember?

And what does your husband do?

He's in the RAF.

BEA: Wow!

Well, he's training at the moment,
but he will be a navigator.

And where are you from?

From Coventry.

The bombings have flattened most of it.

My whole street's gone.

Whole houses, you know, just...

And the salon where I worked, that's...

What about your family?

Uh...

So what happens for
entertainment in this dump?

Well, seeing as though
we've got a 5:00 start tomorrow,

I reckon we should get an early night.

Well, there must be something to do.

Oh, yeah, yeah, there is.

I'll wash, and you can wipe.

(WOMEN LAUGH)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

JOHN FISHER: I know it's soppy,
but I'll say it again.

I miss you.

Without you, I feel completely alone,

despite being with a great bunch of mates.

The days are long,
and the training's tough.

You have to be alert at all times.

It's been hard work,
but I've learnt lots of new skills

so I can be top-notch in my job.

-Ahhh!
-(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Oh.

(CONTINUE LAUGHING)

(ROOSTER CROWS)

Oh... (SPITS)

JOHN: In some ways, I wish
training didn't have to finish.

(LAUGHING)

But then, all things must end.

With love always, John.

Hey, can I get one of those?

They're rationed. Sorry.

Oh. How about if I just borrow it?

How does that work?

(GASPS) That's amazing!
Make the whole cart disappear.

There are a limit to my talents.

Make me disappear.

-ANNIE: Bea!
-(GIGGLES)

Sorry if she's bothering you.

He just made an egg vanish.

Oh, like farmer Finch at breakfast.

-Can we have it back, please?
-It's just a trick.

You can't flirt with every man
you meet. Egg, please.

Take it easy. It's just a trick.
It's no flirting.

She reminds me of my daughter.

Deliver these.

No, no, no.
Let me, it's the least I can do,

and, no, before you ask,
I can't make her disappear.

Oh, it's not your fault.

She's just down in the dumps
because her husband's gone to fight.

Mmm.

(EXHALES) Thank you.

You're welcome.

What?

(SIGHS) Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.

Can't you read?

Oh!

(SOBS)

(GRUNTS)

(THUD)

Martin. Martin. Hey, hey.

What am I supposed to be looking at?

The sign.

So? It's segregation.

Black troops can only go
certain places at certain times.

Yeah, but it's wrong.

I don't make the rules.

Take it up with the Yanks.

I can't believe the Americans
do that do their own troops.

You're head of the home guard.

You could stand up to them, Mr Tucker,
they'd listen to you.

Yes, I know I could,

but I've got far more
important things to do

than picking fights with our allies.
So have you.

Bea...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to snap at you earlier.

I just don't want you making
a show of yourself, that's all.

You're the one making a show of me.

I just don't want you
to jeopardize anything here.

As if I'd do anything
that'd get us sent back home.

Right. Well, just remember
what it was like there.

Look, I'm not stupid.

I wish everyone would stop
telling me what to do.

Come on.

Why are you all watching?

We just want to make sure
you're okay, sweetheart.

Quite a bash.

My arm's fractured.

Like a casualty of war, Mum.

I'm proud of you, lad.

You know how soldiers
get medals when they're brave?

-Mmm.
-Can I have one?

I've got something better than that.

I'll just... Oh!

Brave soldiers only.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, all I know is that Lord Hoxley
said everyone was welcome.

Anyway, I've worked out
how to stop all the segregation.

-Hmm?
-I've started a petition,

and as you've got your pen in your hand...

Oh, yeah. Go on then.

All yours, Joyce.

Aren't I next?

Oh, no. We've changed the rota.

No one wanted to go after you.

Not our fault you fell in a cow pat.

-Twice.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I think some went up my nose.

Well, you can keep your bath.

I've got a better idea.

Where's she going?

Excuse me, sir.

-Would you like to sign my petition?
-No, no.

Hello, sir. Would you sign my petition?

No, thanks.

Shouldn't you be at the farm?

Fancied some air, Mrs Gulliver.

What, hanging around a pub?

As if you land girls haven't
got enough of a reputation.

(MUTTERING)

(FINCH LAUGHING)

Farmer Finch, would you like
to sign my petition?

Oh. Now would you take
umbrage if I said no?

Well, you don't even know what it's about.

It might be for free whisky.

-Is it?
-No.

Here, I'll sign it.

FINCH: What are you doing?

Remember what happened
to your uncle Eddie?

He signed a form, and before he knew it,

his car tyres belonged
to the local butcher. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) Free whisky.

(LAUGHS) That would have been nice.

It's not about free whisky.

Come on, Billy.

I'm sorry, Bea. Good night.

Can I fix you one?

LADY HOXLEY: I need a clear head.

Now. I'm using a different band this time.

The last lot practically murdered
Moonlight Serenade.

I don't know why you agonise over it.

You've got soldiers, land girls,
and alcohol all in the same room.

None of them are gonna care
what the music's like.

I'm not organising an orgy.

Does it hurt?

Nothing I can't cope with.

Brave soldier.

I'm thinking of having drinks
with the mayor

before things really get going.

Hmm. Am I invited to that part?

Don't be ridiculous. Of course you are.

Honestly, sometimes you are so taxing.

Will you be well enough to dance?

That rather depends who with.

I think I might go up to my room.

I wasn't aware we'd finished.

-(SIGHS)
-Will you run me a bath first?

(FOOTSTEPS)

Oh! I'm sorry.

Well... (CHUCKLES) We meet again.

LADY HOXLEY: Lawrence? Lawrence?

-Take that.
-Oh!

-Darling.
-There's no need to put in any oil.

In fact, I can finish.
Good night, Lawrence.

Right-ho.

What are you doing?

It's just, I don't think there's any
clean towels in there.

Nonsense. The maid put
some out fresh this morning.

What has got into you?

Well, I was wondering if maybe

we should tell the maid
not to warm both beds tonight.

Oh. Is it our anniversary or something?

(LAUGHS)

And perhaps you could fix us some drinks.

Right.

(MATCH STRIKES)

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Smoke?

I don't know you.

Well, I'm wearing this uniform.

That makes us friends.

You know which end to put in your mouth?

I know what I'm doing.

(COUGHING)

You didn't ask me to sign your petition.

You won't want to.

I'd love to, but I can't.

There's a difference.

-Is that because you can't write?
-Hey, I can do joined up and everything.

No, we're not allowed
to get involved in political activities.

You done good.

Hmm. Some of the names don't count.

I've had a Mickey Mouse,
a Clark Gable, and a Charlie Chaplin,

and I'm sure none of them
live in Helmstead.

You want a present?

It's not another cigarette, is it?

Wow.

Thanks.

So you going to the dance tomorrow night?

My sister probably won't let me.

Hmm.

You always do everything your sister says?

(DOOR SHUTS)

Where have you been?

It's before curfew.

Want some gum?

An Australian gave it to you?

Don't worry. I didn't have
to do anything untoward.

Well, you don't know the effect you have.

Who was he?

Just a rather nice GI.

You don't even know his name?

Well, he was wearing a US Army uniform.
That makes us friends.

Well, you don't need that sort of friend.

Why are you always trying to control me?

Because I have to look after you.

Do you, or is it easier
than having a life of your own?

Right. Well, if that's the way you feel,
then I'll let you make your own mistakes.

Well, maybe you should.

At least I won't settle down
and marry the first man

who shows the slightest
bit of interest in me,

a man I don't even love, and then spend
the rest of my life regretting it.

Right. That's it. You can forget
about going to the dance.

You can't stop me.

(TELEPHONES RINGING)

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Deliveries are in the kitchen.

No. Sorry. I've got something else.

It's a petition.

WOMAN: Against what?

I think it's wrong that black
and white troops can't go the same places.

Do you?

Yes. I want the signs taken down,
the ones saying, "Whites only."

There must be, what, 24 names here.

But I'm sure there's a lot more people
who feel the same way.

Thank you for this.

I'm sure the State Department
back in Washington

are going to realise
the error of their ways now.

You can't just sweep it under the carpet.

I'm waiting here
till you take it seriously.

I can wait a long time, you know.

Okay. I'll make sure this gets
seen by the relevant people.

Really?

We'll give the matter
our full consideration.

Hey!

Hey.

What are you doing tonight?

(LAUGHS) You're very forward
for an English girl.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm not asking you out, silly.

I'm not like that, anyway.

It's the dance at the manor house.

I've already got a date,
but you can come if you like.

We're not invited.

That's where you're wrong.

I've just delivered a petition saying that
we won't have segregation in Helmstead.

Impressive, but that don't mean
we can come tonight.

Wrong again. Lord Hoxley said everyone
was invited, even farmer Finch.

Really?

Trust me.

Sure.

ANNIE: Oh, she's always been reckless.

She gets an idea in her head,
and then that's it, no stopping her.

She can't do any harm
with you looking after her.

Well, no, but she's only a child.

Young in her ways, yeah.

Oh, no. She's only 17.

She lied about her age
so she could join up.

I should have done that,
said I was 41 so they wouldn't let me in.

It's all right,
your secret's safe with me.

Oh! Smoked salmon?

Sliced beet root.

ESTHER: Right. I've got to work
for Lady Hoxley tonight,

so I need someone to look
after Martin for me. Annie?

What? I need to go to the dance.

Oh, like you needed
to be with your husband

instead of collecting Nancy and Joyce?

I think you owe me a favour, don't you?

It's called "the contrast look."

It's all the rage.

Let me try.

Okay. Try this one.

Come on. You're done.
Now put it above your top lip.

Gives it a fuller look.

Hmm. You're right.

Oh, that's a bit too much.

No one asked you.

Don't worry. I'll watch her.

Now show me what to do with my eyes.

(BAND PLAYING IN THE MOOD)

Feels odd to come into
a dance without my John.

Well, don't worry. No one's
gonna proposition you.

I should hope not. Why not?

Ladies. (CHUCKLES)

Allow me to buy you a beverage.

Isn't it free?

Oh, well-observed. (LAUGHS)

I swear we would have winged it,
if we'd had more armoury.

But it is hard to shoot a plane
from the ground.

Of course, we had no need to deal
with that in the great war, did we, sir?

This is more like it.

It beats being face down in a ditch.

That must have been so frightening
when the plane attacked.

Ah, where's Finch with those drinks?

You shouldn't be embarrassed
about Nancy saving you.

-Saving me?
-NANCY: Aren't the band good?

No. I enjoy working for the spitfire fund.

Oh, and that's not
your only charity, your ladyship.

Putting up with those common girls.

Drive a saint to drink.

I must mingle. Have you seen the mayor?

Bea.

Wow! You look...

You look...

-Nice.
-Nice.

He forgets the simplest of things
if I'm not there to guide him. (LAUGHS)

Wow! Look at you.

Sure beats the hell out of overalls.

Excuse me.

I've seen that look before.

Leave it.

Hey. You're not out of the game yet, son.

She's like a sheep
being rounded up by two collies.

You've just got to be the better dog.

Oh, that's great help, that is, Dad.

Perhaps you'll get to stamp her.

Whoa. (LAUGHS) Yeah, good.

Hey, Bea.

Glad you came. Bar's inside.

Oh, my goodness.

What do you think you're doing, Corporal?

Coming to the dance.
Is that okay, ma'am?

Leave now without a fuss,
and we won't take this any further.

You can't do this.

No. We were told that
everybody was welcome.

No prizes for guessing
who gave you that idea.

He's my guest.

You said you'd fix things.

Grow up.

Take them away.

You said it would be fine.

-Wait.
-What, so you can humiliate me again?

You know, next time, just stay out
of things that don't concern you.

Hey...

Let's get you a drink.

(MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

Don't you wish you were dancing?

Not really.

Is your husband a good dancer?

Yes. I rather let him down.
I have two left feet.

Can you fix it?

I don't know.

Better?

No. (LAUGHING)

It's nice to come to these things
when you're happily married

because I can just relax
and not be worried about men.

Where's the fun in that?

Shouldn't we keep an eye on Bea?

NANCY: You can watch her.

I'll watch the handsome men
in uniform, thank you very much.

It's a difficult situation,
but then, hey, I don't make the laws.

Drink up.

Would you care to dance?

FINCH: It's never too late, son.

Huh? Remember your aunt Jessie?

She waited till the just cause
and impediment bit

before shouting her love
from the back of the church.

Shame it was the wrong wedding.

-Hmm?
-Don't get your hopes up.

Just look as if you're enjoying
dancing with me.

And this is my John,
first day in his RAF uniform.

Doesn't he look smart?

I have an uncle who works at MGM.

I could give him a call about you.

You kind of remind me
of a young Greer Garson.

Don't be daft.

What's "daft"?

Silly, stupid.

It's a British word.
I don't know the American for it.

Right.

Mrs Butler told me that farmer Finch
has a pig running loose in the house.

Is that true?

What would she know about it?

Ah, so you're not denying it then?

He's called Chamberlain, if you must know.

Ow! That was my foot.

-Concentrate.
-Sorry. Is this really worth the effort?

Trust me. You're dancing with a woman

who accepted a marriage proposal
to make someone jealous.

-Where are you from?
-Idaho.

Well, if you don't know, who does?

(LAUGHING)

We went to Lyme Regis for our honeymoon,
and they had fresh stuffs in the room

and a full English breakfast
every morning. Hmm.

Can I cut in?

-You know, I'm not sure that...
-Oh, well. Too late.

I wanted to say thank you
for saving my neck the other night.

Oh. If I hadn't, we both
would have been in hot water.

I already was.

Must be lonely in that farmhouse,
woman like you.

What are you insinuating?

Well, your husband's stuck
in a prisoner-of-war camp,

and farmer Finch,
well, he has a man's appetites.

That is an awful... How could you even?

I'm just saying what it looks like
from the outside, that's all.

CAL: There's no other option.

If the Germans win,
they'll take everything.

Besides, I wouldn't be here
dancing with a beautiful girl.

Beautiful?

It's an American word.

I don't know the British for it.

Sometimes beer is the only answer.

15 of these, you won't remember
your own name, let alone hers.

My dad says the Americans
should have got involved sooner.

If only your dad had spoken
to President Roosevelt.

Would your dad approve of us?

We're just two friends having a dance.

I thought you wanted
to come outside to kiss.

I felt a connection.

That's not all you were feeling.

Sorry. I haven't had much
experience around girls before,

so I meet someone special,
and I get ahead of myself

because I don't know how to behave.

Someone special?

So much for playing my cards
close to my chest.

That's okay. I think it's good
to be honest, especially with the war on.

We could all be dead tomorrow.

I could be grounded tomorrow.

See? You've learned
some American after all.

Why don't you come here
and show me how special I am?

CAL: You should be getting home.

Your friends will be worried.

Let them. Oh, I want this to last forever.

There's so much I want to know,

what your favourite food is,
what your hometown's like,

how many brothers and sisters
you've got, loads of things.

There's plenty of time for that.

I should get back to the barracks.

I've got an early start
in the morning, so...

What's your favourite colour?

What's yours?

-Red.
-Hey. Mine, too.

Now, come on. I got to go.

So are we courting now?

I don't know what that is.

Come on.

Okay. Oh!

(FOOTSTEPS)

Annie? How's he been?

Fine. How was the dance?

Ooh, yeah. Still going strong.

Everyone's having a gay old time.

And Bea?

Um...

Well, to be honest,
I didn't see much of her.

She was dancing with a good-looking Yank.

I better go check
that everything's all right.

You don't mind, do you?

No. Of course I don't.

Thank you.

Somebody obviously has
a late call in the morning.

Making the most of it, ma'am.

You deserve it.

Thanks for the tip-off.

Just wanted everyone to have a good time.

Good night, Corporal.

John put in a bath next to the kitchen,
and it was such a small room,

we had to climb over the taps.

Oh, he must be tired.

I think it's time Lord Hoxley
changed partners.

Don't be shy. Chop-chop.

Bea.

I forgot my handbag. You all right?

I need to tell you something.

That American woman, she knew
the black soldiers would be here.

What are you talking about?

That friend of yours, he tipped her off.

It's a cheap trick, Billy.

Cal and I are courting, if you must know.

Really? That's good.

Why don't you tell that to Casanova?

What are you doing?

I thought we were courting.
What about your early start?

Oh, no. I can explain.

Oh, this will be good. What, you fell
on her mouth by accident,

or perhaps you listen to what
people say with your lips?

Well, honey, you never hear
of lip-reading?

-(GRUNTS)
-Oh!

Nice punch.

-I prefer the beer.
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

What did you do that for?

It was an accident.
I was aiming for...

Aiming? You shouldn't have
been aiming for anyone.

I'm really sorry.

What happened?

I won't tolerate this behaviour. Get out.

Please, don't make us go home.

Annie, what are we gonna do?