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I don't think I can continue to see you, now Bob's back.

I'm so very sorry.

Our scrap laying all over the fields is one thing,

but hiding loaded weapons on the farm is...

Stan, I don't like this, one little bit.

Mrs Barton, may I introduce Neil and Ian Lyons?

We want to forge a long term relationship with this company.

Annie! Miss Fenchurch here finds it difficult to believe you can fly.

Whatever we decide to do with it, it will be in Noah's best long term interest.

I've been looking for you, everywhere.

I thought you were at the factory.

Helen has a son, as old as their affair.

GUN CLICKS

GUN CLICKS

MUSIC: Siren by Samuel Sim

ROOSTER CROWS

AIR RAID SIREN WAILS.

Dawn raids, now. They're testing our defences.

How are we holding up?

Restricted information. SHE LAUGHS

We're old friends.

Should I be practising my German?

You realise I could have you locked up,

for that kind of defeatist talk?

I deny everything. HE CHUCKLES

Was Miss Fenchurch at the shelter?

She was. Why do you ask?

I'm just on my way to pick her up, for a day out.

How lovely. What have you got planned for today?

Oh, well, nothing as exciting as you.

I don't want to scare her off, with too much excitement. SHE CHUCKLES

I'm aiming for highly enjoyable.

Well, if she's with you, then it will be.

Well, I'll see you soon.

MOTOR REVS

CAR ENGINE RECEDES

FEMALE: Ready to go, in half an hour?

BACKGROUND MALE CHATTER

BAG THUDS

Will you tell me I'm doing the right thing?

You like him, didn't you?

He seems very nice. And he certainly likes you,

or he wouldn't have asked to take you out, for the day.

It's not as straightforward as that, though, is it, Alison?

It could be, if you give it a chance.

No more looking over your shoulder, wondering what people are thinking,

or saying about you.

No more living in fear.

THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

KNOCKING

Dead on time!

One of the chief drawbacks of being in the RAF

is you come to regard everything as a kind of sortie,

with an unforgiving punctuality, at its heart.

Sorry! All ready!

You look lovely.

You look very smart, yourself.

Took me ages to decide what to wear.

In the end, I went with Wing Commander.

Good choice. Suits you.

DOOR CLOSES

No turning back, now.

Why ever would I want to?

BIRDS CHATTER

PAPER RUSTLES

COW MOOS

Just decided. Not going back.

You bloody well are.

I'm getting bored of looking at you.

COW MOOS

It's going to be difficult.

You just get yourself back here.

TRUCKS RUMBLE

As we expand, to meet the demands of increased parachute production,

we're having to take on more staff.

I'd like to improve the lighting on the shop floor,

make it a brighter place to work,

eventually put more windows in, to allow in more sunlight.

Long overdue, in my opinion.

You're certainly going at it all, guns blazing.

This is my factory now, so I'm going to run it as I see fit.

Where have I heard that before?

The responsibility here is far greater than that involved with running the WI.

If members didn't like the way I ran the institute,

they could simply vote with their feet, and leave.

Employees can't do that.

They need the job... Of course.

..so I see it as my job, to keep them happy, doing theirs.

CHEERFUL MUSIC

All the new changes you're planning

require the agreement of the 20% shareholder.

The 20% represents a share of the profits,

not a say in the running of the company.

Morning. Morning, Alison.

Besides, the 20%, left to Helen, will soon disappear.

Why?

I've arranged to meet the grandfather...

..and buy him out.

It's rather drastic.

It's the only way I can sever all ties with him.

Do you think he'll agree to sell?

As the boy's trustee,

Mr Lakin is tasked with acting in the boy's best interest.

If my offer is clearly beneficial, he'll have no choice, but to accept.

So much of my time is spent behind a desk, now.

It's wonderful to be able to just get out into the open, and walk.

Don't you feel the same way, stuck in a classroom all day?

Well, I'm not stuck behind the desk...

..but I can certainly see why you like doing this.

I love walking.

I used to do it all the time with...

With?

Friend.

Shall we press on?

Would you need to be back by a certain time?

No, but I would like to reach the top by a certain time.

Well, to the top it is, then! THEY LAUGH

FACTORY CLATTER AND CHAT

MACHINES BUZZ

That's for you... INDISTINCT MALE VOICES

We'll be in touch... INDISTINCT VOICES

INAUDIBLE VOICES

I can certainly see why you wanted me to see this!

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, this is stunning, no doubt...

..but it isn't what I wanted you to see.

What is?

DISTANT AIRCRAFT

AIRCRAFT GROWS LOUDER

That.

What is it?

Parachute training flight.

Bang on schedule.

But best watched through your own eyes.

It's beautiful.

I hoped you'd like it.

It's wonderful!

I'd love to do that.

It's the most extraordinary experience.

Float to earth, like a dandelion seed.

HE CHUCKLES

Can I borrow those for a moment?

Of course.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry. We...

We have to go.

Why? What's happened?

They're not getting up.

BOB: More firmly around the waist.

You're going to have to bear my weight.

PAT: Are you sure you're ready?

If I don't try now, I'll never know.

Oh, why don't we wait for Dr Campbell to make a proper assessment?

No, I'm not wasting money on a house call.

Now, after three.

Ready?

One, two, three. Oof!

Lift, woman. Come, on, lift! I'm trying!

Ah! Ah! HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Idiot!

I'm not tall enough to get the right amount of leverage.

Let me get Dr Campbell.

He might be able to do it.

And if he can't, let's find Bob Weston.

No, no, no, no. I made a mistake. PANTING

We'll try again in a few days.

Whenever you feel ready.

I'm due at the exchange. How long will you be?

The usual length of time. Three hours.

Get some chocolate, while you're out.

Saying please, occasionally, won't kill you.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Please.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

HE PANTS

DOOR OPENS

KNOCKING

Brindsleys are here, for their appointment.

Come in. Sit down. Thank you.

How are you doing, David?

Bearing up.

I still can't believe he's really back.

Perfectly understandable, given everything you've been through.

We're very lucky.

We know that.

As you know, I've already seen the extent of David's injuries,

and have now read the records, forwarded by the Navy,

following your medical discharge.

I wanted to see you together,

since you will play a major part in David's rehabilitation.

Of course. When can I return to the shop?

Shop? To work.

How often do your scars split open, David?

When I forget, sometimes.

Uh, you know, when I reach up, or I bend suddenly.

Painful?

Well, that should lessen, over time.

But I'm afraid there is absolutely no question

of you undertaking any form of manual labour

in the shop, or anywhere else, for that matter.

What? You must know, your back simply won't take it.

HE EXHALES LOUDLY

For... For how long?

For how long?

For the rest of his life, Bryn .

David's back will never heal.

I'm sorry I'm late! Only ten minutes. I was waylaid, at home.

One of the Czech soldiers left this, for you. What?

I was just about to pop it in Spencer's bag,

so he could deliver it to your house.

Which one? Which one, what?

Which soldier? Didn't ask for his name. Should I have?

No...no.

That's fine.

This will be about the WI, in some regard.

Although, why he delivered it here, I don't know.

I have given them my home address.

Oh...

Um... Have a good shift.

Thank you, I shall.

DOOR SLAMS

Not the most joyful consultation I've ever had.

That poor boy.

New war...

..same old story.

It was delivered during your appointment.

It's your results.

PAPER TEARING

Will?

The tumour...

..has shrunk, by between 20 and 30%.

What? It hasn't disappeared.

But you're giving it a run for its money.

So it would seem.

How much more time will that give you?

Impossible to say.

Months, perhaps a year...

Oh, however long, it's a wonderful, wonderful gift.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING What's happened?

SHE SOBS

SOBBING

KNOCKING

If that's death, come to apologise for an administrative error... THEY LAUGH

I think it's Tom.

He said he'd call around, if he could.

SMOOCHING

I can...come back later...

..if now's not a good time.

Now's a brilliant time.

Dad just received some wonderful news.

He's just telling Mum all about it.

THEY LAUGH

DOOR SLAMS

I've put in for as many Land Girls as we can afford.

And they're supposed to be back soon,

so you shouldn't find yourself short handed.

Right.

Don't let the Irish lads hold you to ransom.

They know what we pay for the harvest.

Don't let them take the piss.

I won't.

Little Stan's gonna have to pull his weight, and then some.

Yeah. He knows.

I left the figures for the... In the dresser drawer.

I've already read them.

Right.

It's all going to be here, when you get back.

Just as it is, now.

Off out?

No point staying here.

David, even if you can't do as much as you used to,

there's still plenty you can do, to help in the shop.

Help? Help, but not work.

Help out. Like a child?

I didn't mean it like that.

Let me do that. I can tie my own laces!

I'm sorry.

It just takes a bit longer.

TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLES

DOOR CLOSES

Sorry I'm late!

I was just thinking, it's not like you.

Perhaps not old Jenny, but new WAF Jenny

might find herself stretched for time, like never before.

WAF...Jenny?

I've joined the WAF.

I say joined...

..I was more or less spotted.

I say spotted. I was plucked, Mrs Sims,

from behind the bar at Tapley Wood,

and asked, by a senior WAF officer, to consider joining!

I say asked. She more or less begged me.

Very impressive.

You could...Think about joining the WAF.

Oh, no. No, I'm sure I'd be too old.

Mmm. You're probably right.

EXCHANGE RATTLES

Number, please? Putting you through now.

TRUCK RUMBLES

PILLS CLINK

SHE GASPS

Shouldn't you be resting?

Since I opened that letter, I feel like resting 20 to 30% less than I did before.

SHE LAUGHS I'm working.

Don't be so bourgeois.

We are bourgeois.

Couldn't we take some time off?

Be wanton hedonists, for an hour?

We have received some good news.

Some wonderful news.

So...

..we should celebrate.

Very well, but only for 45 minutes.

Well, that doesn't sound very wanton!

It hasn't started, yet.

WATER GURGLES

I wasn't sure you'd get my letter.

You shouldn't have left it at the exchange.

Someone might have become suspicious.

But, if what you said at the camp is true,

and you don't want to see me anymore,

what should they be suspicious of?

When we were dancing, I could feel Bob's eyes burning into the back of my head.

I panicked.

Do you want to see me?

Not an hour passes, where I don't miss being with you.

SOFTLY: Good.

Because I need to see you.

Be with you, not only now, but in the future.

How can we think like this,

when we don't even know if we'll survive the war?

We have no choice, but to assume that we will.

Only then, will we have a chance to make a life together, when this is over.

OMINOUS MUSIC

MALE: Are you absolutely certain you've seen Ian Lyons give Mr Taylor money?

ALISON: Lyons gave Mr Taylor a brown envelope.

I saw him open it. It was full of money.

Large notes, or small?

I couldn't tell, from where I was standing.

But once he counted the cash,

he slipped the envelope into his jacket,

and hurried back into the factory.

Has this happened on more than one occasion, or several times?

I've only seen it once.

So it could easily be a fee,

for introducing the Lyons brothers to Mrs Barden.

Not something we'd lose sleep over.

Lucky you.

I'm losing a great deal of sleep, over what I'm doing, behind Frances's back.

During wartime, public duty takes precedence over private loyalty.

You wanted to take this on, remember?

I had no idea it would involve bringing known criminals into my friend's business!

We have no interest in seeing the factory wrecked, Mrs Scotlock...

..only in using it, to get at the Lyons.

SHE SIGHS

HE PANTS

GLASS TINKLES

HE SOBS

KNOCKING

WILL: Whoever it is, get rid of them.

DESCENDING FOOTSTEPS

ERICA: Coming!

Good day, Mrs Campbell. Mrs Cameron!

Or should I say, Madam President?

Well, arguably both.

I've come wearing two hats. I'm a little busy, at the moment.

Hat number one, I would like to re-register with Dr Campbell.

Is...is that you, and Mr Cameron?

Just me. Just you.

Hat number two... I'm a little bit busy.

..I want to discuss first aid with you.

What about it?

If a bomb fell on the village once, it could do so, again.

Ordinary people should be trained, to deal with injuries,

in the event of an explosion.

If a victim is left untreated, before they get to hospital, I mean,

by the time they get there, may well be too late.

It's an excellent idea, unfortunately...

Why don't you put the kettle on,

and I'll explain to you what I have in mind.

RECEDING FOOTSTEPS

DOOR SLAMS

I'm home! TYPEWRITER CLACKING

CLACKING CONTINUES Sorry I'm late.

Woman working the shift after mine was late, TYPING CONTINUES

and we can't leave the exchange unstaffed. TYPING CONTINUES

TYPING CONTINUES It's not the first time she's been late.

TYPEWRITER DINGS It's developed into a bit of a habit.

Each time she gets away with it, she's a little later, the next time,

which isn't fair, for all of us. TYPING CONTINUES

Sounds like it's going well.

HE SIGHS

It's some of my best work, if I say so myself.

Real drama, on the page.

And you expect the sample chapter to be ready to send out...

You got your eye on a new dress, have you?

Of course not.

Hopefully, by the end of the week.

You read the paper today?

No time. Why?

Just been officially released,

that we suffered our biggest loss in maritime history,

during the evacuation from France.

Nearly 3,500 men...women...children.

All gone.

Dreadful.

Around the same time, our Czech friends were being rescued, further south.

But not all of them, mind.

What do you mean?

They managed to leave some of their boys behind.

Well, I expect the fighting was extremely fierce.

The British all leave together, or they all stay, and fight.

We don't abandon our own.

I don't think that's very fair.

Why would you say that?

We...have no idea of the circumstances.

The fact that some were left, tells us all we need to know,

about the ones who made it out.

Strutting around the village, like they own the place.

But in their hearts, they know they're cowards.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

Now you're back...

..sandwich would be nice.

TYPING RESUMES

First harvest, without your old man.

Your mum's gonna need to lean on you, hard.

Need you working even harder.

Are you ready?

Looking forward to it.

It's time.

CROWS CAW

Where are we going, exactly?

Exactly, this way.

I mean, are we going anywhere specific, or just roaming around?

Somewhere specific. Where?

I just need someone along, for moral support.

Not to be interrogated, every step of the way. Someone?

You!

I thought you were gone all day!

Nick had to get back early. Why?

He'd taking me to a beauty spot,

so that I could see the para recruits do their parachute jumping.

Very romantic.

It really was...

..until we realised, some of them weren't getting back on their feet again, after landing.

Oh, they weren't dead, or anything.

They were moving.

They just weren't getting back up.

Anyway, Nick's gone back to Tabley Wood, to see what the problem was.

You didn't cut things short because you weren't getting on?

We were getting on like a house on fire.

He's lovely company.

I totally understand why he wanted to get back.

He really cares about his men.

Why don't you invite him over, for supper here,

and carry on, where you left off?

Impress him with your culinary abilities?

Alison.

I don't have any culinary abilities.

Well, impress him with mine, passed off as yours.

Connie's gone, Theresa.

Connie wasn't the first.

She could be the last.

Go on. Invite Nick over.

It's a local Observer Corps. The eyes and ears of the RAF.

You want to join the Observer Corps?

But... It's a civilian service. The RAF can't stop me.

HE CHUCKLES

SHEEP BLEAT

SHE KNOCKS

Hello?

Yes?

I'd like to enquire about joining.

You sound like a girl.

It's very observant of you.

A sarcastic one.

I was trying to be funny. Sorry.

Well, as much as I appreciate a good laugh,

females aren't eligible to join the Corps.

What difference can it make

if the people, spotting planes, are male or female?

I didn't make the rules.

But shouldn't you at least understand the rules,

before you enforce them?

No need. The rules are the rules. I want to help out with the war effort,

and I think it could be good... If the rule, disallowing females from joining

could be rendered more flexible,

would you be fundamentally opposed to Laura joining?

I, personally, have no issues with females becoming observers.

Some of the most observant people I know are female.

But the rule says... But if the rule could be relaxed?

We are a singular bunch, but fair minded.

If the rule allowed it, I wouldn't foresee any problems.

I still don't understand why you choose to be so... Thank you, sir!

Let me speak to my Wing Commander, and see what he advises.

Goodbye. Cheerio.

Goodbye, sir.

Thank you.

Quick learner, like you, could be an asset.

Thank you.

I haven't done anything yet.

You have.

And, there's your change. Thank you very much. Good day.

David?

David...

What do you think you're doing?

You heard what Dr Campbell said!

He needs to try. MEAT THUDS

DAVID PANTS

You don't have to prove anything to us.

This isn't for our benefit.

Come on then, son.

One step at a time.

DAVID PANTS

HE GRUNTS

Go, get it off!

PANTING

DAVID GASPS

Bryn! DAVID WHEEZES

DAVID SOBS

Come.

DAVID SOBS

Suggesting we meet at the house was inspired.

Well, whenever Adam needed to have a difficult conversation

with a parishioner, he always did so, in their own home.

It's where they felt most secure. Very disarming.

You know, I've asked for the boy to be out of the house,

so that I don't have to see him.

I know you want nothing to do with him,

but you can't keep calling him, "The boy."

Sounds like you have an axe to grind. I do.

With your deceased husband, and his deceased lover.

Not with the boy, who was the one innocent, in all of this.

The one innocent, Sarah? And you, of course!

I know you find this extraordinarily difficult, but use his name...

..or you run the risk of sounding unpleasantly antagonistic,

towards a child. I'll try.

In all probability, Peter came here, many times.

You put that out of your mind.

You have come with a positive offer,

that will enable you all to move on with your lives, without entanglement.

Indeed. You might even attempt a smile...

..or you might not.

DISTANT DOG BARKING

SHE KNOCKS

What do you think?

I think it's a great deal of money.

I'm sure you'll agree that a sum of this size

would provide your grandson with backing,

to do whatever he wanted, in life.

Yes, it would.

It would certainly reassure my wife to know that Noah

had financial security.

We're neither of us in the best of health.

Granddad!

Mr Lakin! You were expressly asked to keep the child out of this meeting.

Noah! I told you to play, until I came to fetch you.

I hit a four! Not with a tennis ball! A real cricket ball!

I swung the bat, and followed through,

and ran all the way to the boundary.

Who are they?

HE PANTS

David!

David Brindsley!

Where are you going?

Bird watching.

Me too.

Great big German ones.

The Observer Corps agreed to take me on...

..in spite the fact that I'm a girl.

Little arm twisting, for the Wing Commander at Tabley Wood didn't hurt.

Nice to have friends, in high places.

Must get lonely, wandering around by yourself.

Things to think about.

Yeah, well, among all of that,

have a think about joining the Observer Corps.

I have to say, the offer is very generous, Mrs Barden,

but in considering it, I have to take into account

the wishes of two people.

Two people?

Noah and Peter.

I'm sorry, Peter?

Your husband didn't leave Noah a sum of money

to spend or invest, Mrs Barden.

My husband didn't leave anything to Noah, but to your daughter.

His mistress.

Peter bequeathed Helen a portion of his business,

for the benefit of herself and Noah,

a portion we can reasonably assume was intended

to pass to Noah, upon Helen's death.

I think that's a reasonable assumption, don't you, Frances?

I suppose so. That is how I interpret Peter's intention.

I have to respect that intention.

For that reason, your offer, for Noah's 20%, is declined.

Forget what Peter may, or may not, have had in mind,

when he drew up the will.

I can't, Mrs Barden.

Oh, I understand how you must feel about him.

You couldn't even come close.

Peter is the boy's father.

I have a duty, to uphold

what I believe to be his last will and testament, towards his son.

Noah will remain, as a shareholder.

That pie was extremely good.

And I'll be back tomorrow, for more of the same.

You'll be most welcome. I'm not joking.

Neither's she!

THEY LAUGH

Theresa told me you witnessed something rather unusual, the other day.

Unusual? The parachutists.

Oh, yes.

Terrible business. Someone's going to cop it, and rightly so.

Why? It was a routine training exercise.

They were landing on well-known terrain.

Some of the boys came down too hard,

and ended up with a mixture of severe sprains, broken ankles,

and a fractured pelvis.

When you say came down too hard?

Too fast. And not just up here.

There have been similar reports,

from training bases, around the country.

So not just a random accident?

Powers that be don't seem to think so.

As a consequence, as of this evening, in fact,

they've suspended training, across the board...

..until the cause is discovered.

I will not have it! You need to calm down.

That child is a result of Peter's secret life.

I won't be shackled to all of that, for the rest of my days.

Dragging it behind me like a rock. Don't decide on anything hasty.

Oh, I've already decided! I'm going to sell the factory.

Does Noah pose so much of a threat to you?!

We should never have gone to the house.

Well, I'm glad we met him. How can you say that?

Weren't you curious to see what the last fragment of Peter,

on this earth, looked like?

Weren't you stunned to see that he's the spit of his father?

He's inherited all of Peter's mannerisms,

the way he looks at you, when you talk.

And in 20 years, no doubt, his capacity to lie and deceive.

That is a terrible thing to say.

You cannot visit the sins of the father upon his child.

Why not? God would.

Well, not Adam's God!

And if I ever did believe in one, his would be the one I'd choose.

Well, thank you once again, for a delightful evening.

And that really was the best shepherd's pie I've ever tasted, by the way.

Well, you really must come again.

I'd like that, very much.

Oh! Ecch... Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to be... Please don't apologise.

I'm sorry. You caught me by surprise, that's all.

It really was lovely to see you.

And you.

ENGINE STARTS

If we didn't know before, we do now.

Our village lies directly under the Luftwaffe's flight path,

into Liverpool, and the great cities of the northwest.

Furthermore, our canal is being used to transport ordnance, to the south.

That means the whole network has become a German target.

We would be remiss, if we didn't anticipate the next bomb to be dropped

on Great Paxford, and be at the ready, to treat injuries,

should they arise.

So this evening, thanks to the assistance of our five Czech volunteers,

Dr and Mrs Campbell will take us through the basics

of blast injuries, and how to treat them, in situ,

whilst waiting for evacuation to hospital.

QUIET CHATTER

Remember, ladies, it's better to do it right, than to do it fast.

Thank you. SHE CLAPS

Everyone, stop what they're doing.

You've all done very well, but time is pressing on.

So could we all thank our wonderful volunteers?

APPLAUSE

So, gentlemen,

if you'd like to step over here, I'll release you from bondage.

LAUGHTER

For the remainder of the evening,

I'm going to teach you how to attempt to revive a casualty

whose heart has stopped beating,

and who has also stopped breathing.

The first is cardiac massage,

and the second is mouth to mouth resuscitation.

So, if everyone could find a partner...

Yes, Miriam?

Are you saying we're to put our mouths, to the mouth of another woman?

As you would have to if you came across a female casualty? Yes.

I don't know what Bryn would say about that!

LAUGHTER

SHE SIGHS

You all right? Yeah. I'm fine.

Just needed some fresh air. Go on back in.

You sure? Yes, Steph. I'm fine.

Really.

It's just been a long day.

I think I might just go home.

You look tired. I feel it.

Go on! You're missing the demonstration.

Get a good night's sleep. I'll try.

LAUGHTER AND CHAT

SEWING MACHINES CLATTER

Don't usually see you here, at this time of night.

Still trying to catch up with how the factory works. I admire your diligence.

Our parachutes are high quality, aren't they, Mr Taylor?

The highest. Doesn't leave this building, if they weren't.

That machine...

..will stop 'em dead.

PHONE RINGS Yes?

Sorry to disturb, Wing Commander. There's someone at the gate for you.

Yes. Let him through.

Well, you must think me terribly rude.

First, what a lovely surprise.

Second, why would I think that?

It was such a wonderful day, Nick...

..and all you got, by way of thanks, was a limp handshake.

I can assure you, a handshake was more than I was expecting.

It shouldn't have been.

That's what you deserved.

Not to mention, this.

Is there any further news about the parachute accidents?

They're pretty sure it's a manufacturing fault.

Ma, the lads have cleared out.

We'll lose the farm.

Hello, Mother.

Why don't I talk to him?

Warn him, to never to lay a finger on you.

This...changes everything.

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