All language subtitles for Land Girls S01E03 Codes of Honour 1080p Netflix WEB-DL DD+ 2.0 x264-TrollHD_eng

-(EXPLOSION)
-(MACHINE GUN FIRE)

(DOG BARKING)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Oh! Lawrence!

Oh!

(SQUEALS)

-LAWRENCE: Hey, hey, hey.
-Oh!

NANCY: Oh! Bye!

(CREAKS)

(GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(GUN COCKS)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

Chalky. (CHUCKLES)

That is the worst German accent
I've ever heard.

Come on, John. Up you get.

Come on.

(ANNIE SIGHS)

Can't you snap out of it?

So caring and so sensitive.

Well, I am, but you've been
moping around for months now.

I want the old Annie back.

Yeah, well, maybe I want the old Bea back,

but that's not gonna happen either, is it?

Sometimes I just wish
I could wave a magic wand.

Well, if you had a magic wand,
you could use it to whack that.

I'll be fine as long as I wear
a baggy jumper.

Bea, you're six months pregnant.

-You can't hide it forever.
-I have to.

If they find out, they'll send me home.

You're right. You can't go back there.

Hey. John's finished his evasion training,

so any day now
he'll be off on his first proper mission.

Oh, that's exciting.

Or nerve-racking.

It's strange to think he'll be flying
to all these glamorous places

but he won't actually
get to see any of them.

-ANNIE: Hmm.
-I've always wanted to see Belgium,

and John said he'd take us after the war.
Be a chance to be a couple again.

Annie. Annie, what about your breakfast?

Me and my big mouth.

Hold off.

Don't know what I'd do
if anything happened to my John.

Oh, anything for me?

No. I always said if one of us
had to go out, it would be me.

This has been steamed open? Is yours?

Don't think so.

-Joyce?
-Hmm?

And before you say anything,
it's not because it would be too boring.

(WEAK CHUCKLE)

It's been translated.

You can hand it over in tomorrow's post.

When I've glued it down.

Here's one. She's written to her father.

I can't be doing this much longer.

It stops when the War Office says so.

-Italian again?
-Mmm.

But we've been passing
Nancy's letters on for months now.

When will they be satisfied?

When they're sure she's not in league
with the enemy.

There are numbers.

Map coordinates.

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

Oh.

-(SCREAMS)
-Don't panic.

Don't panic. It's me.

-John? Oh!
-(JOHN CHUCKLES)

JOYCE: Oh!

John, what are you doing here? (LAUGHS)

(FREDERICK CHUCKLES)

No one said we were expecting royalty.

You've forgotten Mr Luckhurst is coming,
haven't you?

No. That's next week.

It's today, anytime now.

MARTIN: Who's Mr Luckhurst?

My worst nightmare
in a stuffed shirt, that's who.

Food rations officer.

Tell me you've not got any more
black market goods.

There's a leg of ham
in a milk tin in the barn.

Well, we can't do anything now, can we?

FREDERICK: Might as well just lock me up
and throw away the key.

Ah. Uh...

Mr Luckhurst, what brings you
to my humble farm? (CHUCKLES)

I think the word
you're looking for is "derelict."

Well, lick of paint, new roof,
new walls, could be, uh...

You know how tough it is to get materials,
what with the war and everything.

Some people find it remarkably easy
to get what they need despite rationing.

Of course,

if I catch them, then the penalties
are very severe indeed.

Shall we start with the barn?

Why didn't you just tell me?

What, and spoil the surprise?

I didn't even know you had any leave.

When you got to go back?

Honestly, Joycey, you've got
more questions than the Gestapo.

(JOYCE CHUCKLES)

Yeah? And would they stop
questioning you if you kissed them?

-They might.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Hey, I'll ask Esther, the warden,
if you can stop up at the farm.

Well, I don't want any fuss.

There's no fuss.

"Hello, Esther.
Can my husband stay in the spare room?"

-"Yes, he can." Where's the fuss?
-No.

What I mean is, I've got a better idea.

(AEROPLANE PASSING
OVERHEAD)

(SOFTLY) Can you get it?

BILLY: Not without him spotting.

What's that doing here?

What?

That.

Oh. Um...

-It's...
-BILLY: It's got a hole.

Yeah. We didn't want to use it by mistake.

Otherwise, the milk just flows right out.

I am aware of the properties
of holes, Mr Finch.

Ha.

-Shall we, uh...
-Open it.

Beg pardon?

You heard.

JOYCE: (LAUGHS) You're right.

The beds at the farm aren't that comfy,
I'll give you that,

but they've got to be better
than sleeping in a barn.

The barn's more romantic, though.

No. You like home comforts...

Slippers, open fire, cup of tea.

It means we can be alone.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So why don't you finish your deliveries,
and I'll meet you back at the farm.

Oh, I can't wait for you to meet everyone.

Well, how are we gonna be alone
if you tell everyone?

All right. Our secret then.

(WHISTLE)

Mrs Fisher.

I've been looking for you.

Been on the egg run.

I've had a report from the RAF.

Apparently Aircraftman John Fisher
has gone absent without leave.

-No. You must be mistaken.
-No mistake.

Has he made contact with you?

No.

I haven't seen him, no.

If he does,
you must report it immediately.

Do you understand?

NANCY: Are you even listening to me?

Annie, I'm talking to you.

Nancy, leave me alone.

Sorry I spoke.

I just wanted to know if your letters
had been tampered with.

Look, I don't get letters any more,
in case you haven't noticed.

BILLY: Are you having trouble?

I can't bend like I used to.

Here. No bending needed.

Thank you.

-You're very kind.
-You're very welcome.

So, where's your dad?

Racing here, there, and everywhere.

He's lost a leg of ham and he's worried
he won't find it before Luckhurst.

Shouldn't you help him look?

That's what I'm doing.

Perhaps it's out here, somewhere.

Yeah. I've got it stashed up my jumper.

-I wondered what that were.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Better get your sack.

-John.
-Joyce.

-Something you want to tell me?
-What do you mean?

I've just been speaking with somebody
from the Home Guard.

-It's not like you think.
-Oh, well, how is it then?

Talk to me, John.

Why did you do it?

Why did you lie to me about having leave?
You never lie to me.

And you know what will happen
if they catch you.

You know how they deal with deserters.

Joyce, Joyce, of course I do.
That's why I'm going back.

You're supposed to be on a mission.

I know. Look. I just...

I needed to spend time with you.

But you know you can't just
go off whenever you feel like it.

-You don't understand.
-Ah.

What if...

What if my first mission...

is also my last?

How could I go without seeing you?

BEA: You all right, Nancy?

Not really.

I telephoned my mother earlier,

and she told me that she sent me
a letter over a week ago,

but I still haven't got it.

-You got one this morning.
-Yeah. That was the one

from two weeks ago.

Well, maybe the Cambridge
sorting office has been hit.

NANCY: Hmm.

Well, have you asked Esther?
She's in charge of post.

Do you know what I think?

None of the letters actually go missing.
They just get delayed.

So that means someone
has been reading them.

Don't be daft.

I'm gonna go and find out
what's going on.

Billy.

Can you get those Jerries started?

(SOFTLY) I need to talk to Annie.

What?

This came to the manor house.

Lady Hoxley asked me to give it to you.

They found it outside Tobruk.

And Harry's body?

If there's anything...

Right. Well, if that's all, thank you.

Right.

This is crazy.

You said it yourself,
Esther controls the post.

Just keep watch.

So...

you never broken the law,
Mr Luckhurst?

"Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone."

Eh, Mr Finch?

No. I haven't.

Do you want to get something
off your chest?

This happens.

Forced to spend time
with a food rations officer,

the suspect becomes desperate
to end the scrutiny,

and what better way to end the pain
than to confess?

Would be stupid, though.

A confession
might be looked on favourably.

I am going to catch you, Mr Finch.

Mark my words.

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

She's coming!

(SOFTLY) Come on, come on, please lock.

(SOBBING)

Bea?

Yes!

Oh!

Bea, whatever's the matter?

It's Annie.

She just won't let me help her.

Poor love.
She's, uh, she's taking it really badly.

But I never thought
she cared that much about Harry.

ESTHER:
Who knows what people really think, eh?

Maybe Annie told you that,
but inside she really loved him.

Thanks for talking.

Right. Well, I ought to get on.

I was right.
She has been intercepting my letters.

Why?

Well, do you remember when
Tucker asked Billy to keep tabs on me?

(SCOFFS)
I think he still thinks I'm a spy,

so he's had Esther steam-opening
my letters to tell him what's inside.

But wouldn't you have spotted it before?

Maybe she got careless.

I've got to confront her.

No. You can't.

You'd have to say
you'd been through her things.

Well, I can't just do nothing.

Why? You've got nothing to hide.

What are you doing loafing?

-My liberty's at stake here.
-Still haven't found it then?

-You should be looking.
-Mr Finch, Mr Finch!

Oh, not now, son.
This is grownup business.

-Luckhurst's getting close. Now go on.
-But I might...

Shh.

I'm not looking any more
for that blasted ham.

I'm going for a drink.

I might be able to help you.

I've saved your bacon.

Well, where is it?

It'll cost you.

(WHIMPERING)

(GROWLING)

(BARKS)

Ah, Mr Luckhurst.

Just, uh, just having
a breath of fresh air.

You'd take anything
that doesn't need paying for.

(LAUGHS)

Do you want to...?

Oh, come on then. Join me.

Don't be shy.
It will only cost you a little brandy.

Drink?

You better make it a double
as there's only one of you.

Well, you passed my inspection,

though I've no idea how.

Your luck's run out.

Unless, of course, you've got
documentation for this.

Looks like a hambone.

Well, have you?

No.

But, uh, then again, why would I need it?

Because it's black market goods.

Ah. Yeah, but it was in your motor,

so surely you're the one who needs
the documentation.

Don't be absurd.

-It's not mine.
-It was there when you arrived.

We thought it was
a bit strange, didn't we?

Yeah, we did.

I mean, if you're gonna keep
a black-market hambone in your car,

that's your business.

But perhaps we should do the right thing
and report you, eh?

Yeah.

Next time, Finch.

Next time.

One of these days you're gonna find out
what prison food's like.

Not today, though, eh?
(CHUCKLES) Not today, Billy boy.

JOHN: Did anyone see you?

No, I took care.

Thanks.

Where have you been all afternoon?

Working...

And worrying.

I made a mistake coming, didn't I?

No. You made a mistake going AWOL.

(LAWRENCE CHUCKLES FAINTLY)

JOHN: (WHISPERS) Who is it?

(LAWRENCE CHUCKLES)

Uh, no one.

I thought part of you
would be happy to see me.

(EXHALES) It is, it is.

I just, I can't play
happy families, can I?

Not when the police
could bang down the door any minute.

They won't find me.

You have to go back.

What, now?

I'll get the train tomorrow.

I said it could be romantic
sleeping in a barn, didn't I?

What do you say we make the most of it?
(CHUCKLES)

We should stop.

Ellen will be waiting,

and so will your chickens.

We all have responsibilities.

Oh, come on. Live dangerously.
Stay another 10 minutes.

Sorry.

You know, if you'd told me a year ago
I'd enjoy feeding chickens

and this whole ruddy-cheeked life,

I'd have told you you were barmy.

So what changed your mind?

-What do you think?
-(CHUCKLES)

I don't want it to end.

Why should it?

Well, things could happen
that are beyond our control.

Nothing is beyond our control.

Is it?

Nancy?

You're right. It'll be fine.

Yeah.

Ellen will be waiting.

So will your chickens.

It's time for a refill.

BILLY: Annie?

Annie?

You've had enough.

Why?

I mean, it's not like
I'm a married woman, is it?

Eh?

I used to be a married woman,
but then my husband went and died on me.

-Annie, you're embarrassing yourself.
-(SCOFFS)

And you can push off.

Oh, here is, eh? Knight in shining armour.

Well, my sister might be impressed,
but I'll tell you, I'm not.

Come on. Let's not do this in public.

Annie, come on.

(EXHALES)

(GASPS)

Miss Morrell.

You gave me a start.

Did you feel the earth move?

What are you talking about?

Last night, Condover munitions dump
got a direct hit.

Question is,

how did the enemy know about it?

(SCOFFS) Don't ask me.

What are you doing here?

Someone is passing coordinates
to the Germans.

Suddenly it all fits.

What fits?

Pieces to the jigsaw.

(JOYCE HUMMING)

(WHISTLING)

Can't you do that outside?

You'd ration happiness if you could.

-I'd ration your vocal cords.
-Hmm.

Annie said nothing
about last night.

Probably too embarrassed,
or perhaps she can't remember.

I thought she might be
getting over Harry.

Things just seem
to be getting worse.

I'll leave you to it.
Nancy, come on.

Spoilsport.

I thought
you'd be at work by now.

You mean, you hoped I would be
so you didn't have to face me.

Billy told you, then?

What's going on?

I've grown up a lot,
these last few months.

Who's to say I can't
look after you, too?

No one's going to take away
your big sister badge.

You wouldn't understand.

I don't understand.

-Talk to me, Annie.
-Just leave it.

Besides, you've got enough
to worry about in your condition.

-No need to ask if you slept well.
-Mmm.

What time did you go?

Oh, I can't remember.

What is it?

It's just... Usually
every minute together

is just lovely, but not like this.

But I am touched
that you did this for me.

How many couples
get this chance?

And if anything happens,
then this is what I'll remember.

You sneaking up on me
in the lane.

Making love in the hay.

Stay with me today.

I can't, I can't, but...

-I'll try and get away later.
-Okay.

Joyce.

I'm touched
you did this for me, too.

SOLDIER: Another Jerry for you.

(EXHALES)

Crouch down,
I put potatoes in.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You know how to use
a machine gun, don't you?

So don't tell me that
this is beyond you.

Go easy.

Look at him. His war's over.

His family hasn't been torn apart.
He's just waiting to go home.

-He didn't kill Harry.
-No.

But he's the closest I've got.

You can't do anything.

I can't wait for them
to make the first move either.

Well, you look like you've
got the worries of the world

on your shoulders.

Perhaps it's because we're worried
about the way we're being treated.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget
to iron your clothes?

-Chance would be a fine thing.
-It's just been a long day, hasn't it?

Well, if you've something on your mind,
you should tell me.

Don't cover anything up.

So we should be open
and honest like you?

Nancy.

Forget it.

You make yourself useful.
Go and find Joyce.

She's been ages
clearing that barn.

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Annie!

Annie!

(BREAKING INTO SOBS)

Joyce? Esther sent me to...
Who's this?

Stay there!

Mind who you're pushing.
Tell me his name, then.

-None of your business.
-Wait until I tell the others.

No, you mustn't.
You mustn't tell anybody.

And you, a respectable
married woman.

Who'd have thought the mouse
was a tiger underneath?

-That's not what it is.
-They say it's always the quiet ones

you've got to watch for,
but this is a turn-up.

Miss prim and proper,
the scarlet woman.

Stop it! He's my husband,
if you must know.

-What?
-Just come to see me

-before he gets posted.
-Well, why are you hiding him, then?

He's deserted, hasn't he?
Joyce, what are you doing?

You're a fine one
to lecture me on morals.

I'm not the one with an AWOL husband
holed up in a barn.

I know he's going to have
to go back soon, but we just...

We wanted to spend some time together.
Surely, you can understand that.

I never saw either of you.

(SNIFFLES)

Sorry.
(SNIFFLES)

Well, you didn't hurt him.
That's something.

I came close, though.

It'll get easier,
the grief.

You don't think?

I feel relieved that Harry's dead.

I, I'm sorry
if that shocks you, but...

I feel relief that I don't
have to feel a failure

in our marriage any more,
relief that I've got another chance.

Relief that he's gone.

I see.

No, you don't.

And I really wish
that you could say it's normal,

but I know you can't,
'cause it's not.

So I know I shouldn't
feel like this.

Well, we all...

all sometimes feel bad
about things.

Every time I laugh,
I feel guilty I'm enjoying meself

while me husband's locked up
in a POW camp.

What would you do
if he died?

I'd be devastated.

That's the difference
between us.

I am sorry.

I can't even tell Bea.

No. No, well, she's got
problems of her own,

hasn't she?

I have two words for you:

romantic picnic.

Ah, and I have two
for you: yes, please.

Well.

(SIGHS) It would be him.
(CHUCKLES)

-LAWRENCE: Dennis.
-Sir.

Miss Morrell.

Get in the car.

I've got some questions
that need answering.

What's this about?

The War Office has reason
to believe she's a collaborator, sir.

LAWRENCE: That's utterly ridiculous.

In the car!

Nancy?

Bea?

Will you come and sit down,
please?

What's going on?

I know you're pregnant.

I'm not pregnant.

(QUIETLY) Bea, she knows.

You can't hide it any more.

I'm not.

DENNIS: Follow me.

You have no authority
to ask me anything.

I'm a patriot.
That gives me authority.

I'll answer questions
to proper military personnel,

-not a deluded gamekeeper.
-Sit down.

Or do you want me
to stop you from leaving?

Now...

Miss... Nancy Morrell?

You know full well
who I am, Sergeant.

But that's not
your real name, is it?

It's Nancy Morrelli,

an Italian name,

which explains you speaking
Eyetie to the POWs.

That's not a crime.

My father only changed it
to protect us.

To cover up the truth,
more like.

I am not a sympathiser.

I'm just a land girl
doing my bit.

Strangely enough, I was about
to give you the all-clear.

I've had your letters
translated and examined.

The War Office, they seem happy.

But then...

there was this.

That's a letter to my father.

It contains two coordinates
to the Condover munitions dump.

ESTHER: Paragraph 11,
of the Women's Land Army Rules, states,

"Any girl found to be pregnant

"must be demobbed immediately,
and sent home

"with no opportunity
to reenlist."

It's a shame it has
to end this way.

It doesn't have to.
You could keep quiet

and not tell Lady Hoxley.
Then I wouldn't have to go.

I don't have a choice, lovey,
I don't.

There must be something
you can do.

Please, we need each other.

And you like having me around,
don't you?

And I promise I will never lie
to you about anything, ever again.

No. It's too late for that, Bea.
It's too late.

So this is it?

Yes.

-You can't send her home.
-Annie...

I've got to tell her.
It's the only way.

-You've got to tell me what?
-Our father's very strict.

He's more than strict.

That's why I married
as soon as I could.

We needed to get away
from him.

And you're sticking
to this lie?

It's not a lie. I told you
they're dress measurements.

Because your mother's
making you a dress.

We'll prove it's a lie
when the military police

-round up your parents.
-You can't do that.

And you can't keep me here
any longer!

This badge says I can!

Look, I told you all I know.
Please let me leave.

Miss Morrelli,
are you familiar

with a coded template?

It's a piece of paper
with holes in specific places.

When placed over
a seemingly innocent letter,

it highlights a crucial phrase.

Read your letter now.

"Condover dump."

And the coordinates.

The name and the coordinates

of a target hit by the Germans.

Condover. There's
a lace shop in Condover.

For this dress.

Dump. Telling my mother
not to dump

any of the leftover fabric.
Look, this is crazy.

Yes, it is. And it will stop
anytime you want.

Once you admit
you're working for the Germans,

it will come to an end.

But if the letter wasn't sent,
then how could it

-have tipped them off?
-I'm not stupid.

You're working
with other collaborators.

Just because I'm Italian?
(SCOFFS)

Look, this is exactly why
we changed our name, to start again.

You're just like the rest of them.

Perhaps your mother
will confess more readily.

-Leave her out of it.
-Will she survive the camp?

Please.
I am loyal to the King.

-Would she survive interrogation?
-I don't know why

-you're terrorising me!
-Confess!

Why are you doing this?
What's my mother ever done?

-Well, we'll soon find out!
-Leave us alone.

You should be out there catching
the real spies or the deserter.

And what do you know
about that?

Got everything?

I don't think you'll fit in my bag.

I don't know
if I can go through with it, Joyce.

You're going to be fine.
A couple of days in the cooler,

-that's what you said.
-I know. I mean, go on a mission.

Dropping bombs,
slaughtering families.

I'd be just as evil as the men
that destroyed Coventry, wouldn't I?

-Don't you dare.
-But...

I'd get in them bombers myself,
if I could.

We've, we've got to fight.

Otherwise, all the pain, all the loss,
it ain't worth anything, is it?

Now, come on.

We've... we've all
got to do our bit, haven't we?

Whether that's dropping bombs
or planting spuds.

What would I do without you, eh?

Let's never find out, eh?

Aircraftman John Fisher,

I'm to escort you to HQ
and hand you over to the authorities.

-He was going back.
-Move it!

Please, he was going back.

What have you done?

You couldn't keep
your big mouth shut, could you?

I did it to help...

-What?
-Stop it, Joyce, stop it.

Joyce. Go for a walk and calm down.

-Hey, it's all right.
-(SOBBING)

-It's all right.
-I ruined Joyce's life,

and Tucker thinks I'm a traitor.

Thank you for intervening, sir.

I want you to stop
persecuting this woman.

With respect, sir, I believe
she's working with the enemy.

Based on what evidence?

Coded letters
translated by the War Office.

And the War Office
is satisfied she's a spy, are they?

Yes.

Only I've just been speaking
with Major Driscoll.

When you took her
in for questioning,

he'd already told you
there wasn't enough evidence.

But that didn't seem to stop
this one-man vendetta, did it?

You leave her alone,
or you'll have me to answer to.

Well?

Look...

I've got no choice.

She can either come
and see Lady Hoxley with me,

or I can tell her myself.

But the bottom line is, she can't
keep working in the land army.

I can.

But you don't have to tell Lady Hoxley.

Bea could stay here.
We could hide her.

-That's ridiculous.
-I'll pay her keep.

She can help out around the place,
making meals, doing laundry,

anything that needs doing.

You serious?

I'll do whatever it takes
to stop her from going home.

You won't hear
a peep out of me, honest.

Please.

I'll think about it.

NANCY: Surprised to see me?

You owe me an apology.

What's going on now?

Of course, you'll be handed
over to the MPs.

They'll make my treatment of you
seem like a cakewalk.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Sergeant?

(CAR HORN)