All language subtitles for World on Fire 1x04 - Episode 4 (English)

I want him back! I want my boy back!

There is no euthanasia programme.

Then I'll just continue
making a nuisance of myself.

That wouldn't be advisable.

You have brought them to our door!
You have led them to our door!

Harry, Kasia. Husband, wife.

You're having a baby.
Why didn't you tell me?

I have to look after myself, Harry.

Come on! Come on!

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Looks like we found Jerry, then.

At least we don't need a map.

The Phoney War has reached
a dramatic end,

with the British Expeditionary Force

engaging in battle with the Nazi
force in the town of Louvain.

Are the Germans better
equipped than their opponents?

Yes, without doubt.

They are better equipped,
better prepared but,

most ominously, 136 German
divisions advanced into Belgium

and Holland with Allied troops
numbering just half that.

The question is, will Louvain suffer
the same fate as Warsaw?

The key to this war
and Nazi victories is efficiency.

I see efficiency in every
aspect of German life and society.

And their efficiency
in eliminating their opponents,

both at home and abroad,

is something I'll talk about
more deeply later in the week.

Peace News. Peace News, lads.

Peace News, madam?

- Sir?
- No, you're all right.

Peace News, ladies.

How's business?

Ah, it's quiet for now.

But, er, it'll pick up now the lads
are starting to come home in pieces.

Are you in for your tea?

I've got something important
I want to talk about.

What's that, then? You having a baby?

- Who told you?
- Nobody.

Your mother had two of you, remember.

I'm shell-shocked, Lois, I'm not stupid.

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HE SHOUTS, GUNSHOT

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Halt!

Halt! Halt!

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Did you try to kill me?

We shake hands.

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I have to go.

There are more wounded coming from
the front line in Belgium

all the time. We're running out of beds.

Who are they?

They're Jewish.
The woman is heavy pregnant.

They were attacked in the street.

They were too scared to go anywhere else.

They shouldn't be here.

You know the rules.

It's quite a cut.

It was quite a brick.

Somebody attacked you?

The anti-Semites.

It's why we are leaving.
England, we hope.

Sorry, my wife doesn't like me
to speak of these things.

Not to strangers in authority.

Well, I might be a stranger but I
can assure you I have no authority.

Got company.

That's so cold in my pocket.
I'm going to warm it up.

That should do it.
Will you blow on it for me?

Where is it?

Wait a minute.

It's here, behind your ear.

They're married?

Are you telling me this to hurt me?

Think I'm over that now,
if truth be told.

No. I'm telling you

because I think it's unfair
that you're kept in ignorance.

You can say that again.

I have no more wish
to believe it than you.

But there's no malice in Jan.
He hasn't made it up.

He was rather pleased
that he's got the words right.

And the facts.

Harry has always been an impulsive boy.

- That's one word for it.
- Big on gesture, small on consequence.

Try not to judge him too harshly.

Boys are hard on their mothers.

Until they meet other women
to be mean to.

And then contempt turns to pity.

Hm.

- What are you thinking?
- I was thinking...

...that if I'd known Harry was
going to marry a Polish waitress...

...that I would have regarded you
as more of a prospect.

Don't say anything.

Why didn't you tell her
you were having his kid?

She doesn't need to know.
She really doesn't.

The so-called Mercy Killing programme

is not a subject for broadcast.

Fine. What should I call it?

Life Unworthy of Life? Involuntary
Euthanasia? Child Murder?

You know that we can't broadcast
material that may be misinterpreted.

I think the American public
understands what state murder is.

I imagine they do.

Nobody does it like the Americans,
after all.

That professor in charge
of this programme,

he said you were the brave ones
for doing this.

Well, brave, but not that brave, hey?

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Please, Nancy, sit down. Drink?

- I have work.
- Nancy! Nancy.

Hello.

So are you saying the Germany Army
can't be stopped?

So we are going to win?

It certainly looks that way.

Does that mean Klaus
will be coming home soon?

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The better the war goes,
the worse for Hilda.

Not necessarily.
She might become less of a priority.

Oh, Nancy, please, don't lie to me.

What was the first thing we said
when we defeated the French?

That the Negros and the Jews
need teaching with a sharp sword.

The first thing.

When they win, then their ideas win

and one of their ideas
is to kill children like Hilda.

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I should go. I should go.

- Please...
- Yes, you should.

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What's that? What does it mean?

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Say it in English.
So that Nancy can hear.

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Aren't you ashamed?

I can't afford the luxury of shame.

I am protecting my daughter.

Why can't you see that? I know it,

Miss Campbell knows it.

Tell her, Frau Campbell,
tell this drunken wife of mine

that I'm right to do this!

The Nazis are going nowhere.
The Nazis are going to win.

The only thing that keeps Hilda safe
is if we are on their side!

- Please...
- Mademoiselle.

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Are you OK?

I need to talk to you.

I'm Jewish, Webster.

My papers are forged.

I'm Jewish.

Is that all?

If the Nazis march into Paris

it won't just be me who is in trouble.

It will bring attention to the hospital.

- What about your family?
- They got out early.

When they saw the way it was in Germany.

They knew France would follow.

If you still want me to stay
and fight I will.

Henriette...

...you're risking your life to be here.

You don't need my permission.

You need my thanks.

How much longer will it be like this?

If Belgium falls
we won't have much longer.

What are you smiling about?

Being here.

With you.

What the...? What is this?

What is that?

The fascists are onto me.
They know where I live.

How does it feel to be a target, Webster?

I was a fairy growing up on a
military base in Texas, Albert.

Believe me, I already know
what it's like to be a target.

I'm sorry. I know.

No.

I'm sorry.

I thought you'd be safe here.

You should come stay with me.

I'll never be safe
anywhere in this world, Webster.

People have got plenty of choice

of what they might want to hate me for.

So here we are.

Here we are.

? It was just ?

? One of those things ?

? Just one of those ?

? Crazy flings ?

? One of those bells ?

? That now and then rings ?

? Just one of those things... ?

Sorry. Just couldn't.

Don't know why.

Don't you?

For someone who doesn't care
that Harry got married,

you seem pretty cut up about it.

I didn't want him back.

- I didn't want him to marry me.
- No-one would blame you if you did.

That's not what hurts me.

What hurts is that

I wanted a Harry back that doesn't exist.

A version I've been carrying around
with myself all this time.

And it was never real.

That's what hurts.

So make sure you've
written your letters home.

Already wrote last month.
What am I going to tell her?

You know what the officer means.

To your mother or a loved one, Taff.

Or that sheep you left behind.

Send her a bit of moss
to remember you by.

I mean it, lads.
Think about your families.

How many are you going to write,
sir? Two sweethearts.

You'll be up all night.

What about you?

Oh, I did mine the day
I realised you were my CO, sir.

Wasn't even sure we'd make it alive
out of basic training.

Ja, it's good, ja.

Liebling, ja...

Wait.

Nein.

Wait.

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Bloody hell, sir, have you
been up writing all night?

Well, I do hope
there's no cock talk in it, sir.

You don't want that read out
at your funeral.

I'm writing to my mother.

Sorry, sir. Not ruined your flow, have I?

Sarge! Sarge!
Jerry's knocking on the front door!

What are the orders, sir?

Sir? What are the orders?

I don't know.

Look at me, sir.

Look at me.

The order is that we get out of here
and fall back now, sir.

It needs to be now, sir, yeah?

Maybe sooner than now, sir.

Right, lads, we're falling back.
Back of the building.

We don't engage. Go! Go!
Go now, you peasants! Out! Out!

God!

Oh, hello, Robina.

It's Douglas, Lois' dad.

Yes, I remember who you are,
Douglas, I just don't remember

- making any arrangements.
- Oh, no, no. We didn't, er...

We didn't. I just came on
the off chance, on me bike.

That is self-evident.

Well, it's a road racer, actually.
But it's an easy mistake to make.

You'd better come in.

So, what do you think
of Mr Churchill, Douglas?

A man we can all get behind,
I'm sure you'll agree.

You don't have to be shy
of disagreeing with me, Douglas.

I don't care enough about politics
to be offended

if you have a different opinion.

Let's just say I have my differences

with Mr Churchill and leave it at that.

And Mr Hitler?

You have your differences
with him, too, I take it?

One or two, yes.

Have you heard anything from Harry
these, er, last few days at all?

Well, he's not hiding from you
or your daughter

if that's what you're worried about.

Oh, no. That's not what I mean.

I, er...

He's with the British troops,
isn't he? In France and Belgium?

Yes, I know what you meant, Douglas.

I'm afraid my humour
isn't to everyone's taste.

I'm not here to chase Harry down
with a shotgun.

And Lois doesn't know I'm here.

But you had the courage and good grace

to come and tell my girl about your lad.

And the thing is,
and what she didn't tell you,

what with pride and what have you,

is that...

...she's having his baby.

Harry's baby. Your Harry.

She's, er, having his baby, like.

You seem to have made...
quite a hit with Jan.

- Have you time for a game of chess?
- Yes.

A while since I've played, like.

Hello, Jan.

C4, Queen's Gambit, if I were you.

New orders. We dig in 20 miles north
and prepare a new defensive line.

When do we head down and
batter the Krauts in the south?

We don't. We are going to
head to northern France.

And then we hold firm.

- Hold firm and drop back?
- That's a new one on me.

Let's move.

Take cover! Take cover! Machine gun.

Taffy, Stan, can you hold his fire?

We have to take that machine gun out.

Keep him busy, I'll work round the back.

Stuff you, Fritz!

Trust you to insult the one Jerry
that speaks Welsh!

Keep at it, Taffy. Keep at it.

I'm going to make sure silly bollocks
doesn't get himself killed.

It'll be all right, Bob. Think of
all them winners in White City.

When we get out of here
that's what we'll do.

A night at the dogs,
you and me, Bob, all right?

Argh!

Argh!

You all right, sir?

Yes.

Thank you, Sergeant.

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Kasia!

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Danke. War schoen.

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Hey!

Hey!

- We're Polish!
- Don't shoot!

- Don't shoot, we are Polish.
- We're Polish!

Tom.

You all right, Dad?

Bought you a canary.

Think we'll have to go
with one rasher each.

Don't worry,
double rations when you're under fire.

Yeah, give over.

I was cooking all the way
through the battle.

A slice of my fried bread sunk a U-boat.

You don't have to pretend
to be brave for me, lad.

Good. Cos I'm not going back.

- Hm. What?
- I'm not going back.

I'm deserting.

That's why I came home to you. Cos
I knew you'd be the one to help me.

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Nie, nie, nie, nie, nie, nie, nie!

Somebody help me! Help me!

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I thought I was finally doing
something for the right reasons.

Something good.

But when I came up for air...

...and I saw our lads lying dead,

some looking more like meat
than bloke, to be honest, Dad...

...I knew the German lads had the same.

And I was right to be bad all along.

So where's the sense of risking
my life? You know, I'm...

- I'm done.
- I think you should go back.

You want me to go back? To war?
That you hate?

No, I don't want you to go back.

I just think that you should.

- Because it's me?
- And because it's me.

They will use you to get at me.

And they won't register you
in a million years.

You don't know that, Dad.

If the peace movement
accept any lad who goes Awol,

then it will make us look as
though we're encouraging deserters,

not genuine conscientious objectors.

And I'm not genuine?

You don't think I'm genuine?

- Are you, son?
- I can be.

If you coach me.

And what if you get
court-martialled for going Awol?

You could be hanged for desertion.

Or getting beat to a pulp
in prison every day, eh?

You know what? Yeah, you're right.

Daft idea.

No, I just think
you should think it through.

Yep. Not my strong suit, Dad.

Do you want me to talk to Dad?

He's a pacifist but he wants me
to go back and start killing people.

Why don't you ask him to explain that?

Maybe he thinks you aren't
a very good shot.

Ha-ha. Is that one of your Ensa jokes?

You know, for a moment,
I thought he might be pleased.

Just for a moment.

Go back down there and fight him,
then. Don't just give up.

What does it matter to you, either way?

I need you to stay here.

- I need my brother.
- What, you?

You've never needed anything off me
all my life.

It belongs to you.

Take a look inside.

I don't need to. I know what it is.
It's my story.

Your naivety. The idea that you
could smuggle this story out

like some sort of teenage spy.

I will find a way to
get this information out.

Your euthanasia programme
is party policy, isn't it?

I don't think it would be good
for the Rosslers if you did.

The Rosslers. Your neighbours.

I don't think they want any more
attention drawn to them

or their daughter.

- Do you?
- Are you threatening me?

I'm just reminding you of your
responsibilities to your hosts.

The Rosslers are, after all,
a "loving, ordinary German family"

living under the "shadow of Nazi
death clinics" that you refer to.

I'll do nothing more with this story.

And the Rosslers' child will be safe?

The authorities
will lose interest in her?

Yes.

Not so much a threat as a mutual
understanding. That's all.

How can I trust you?

I don't know. How can I trust you?

Nancy!

Hello, my little kitten.

- Are you feeling better?
- Much better, thank you.

We are going away.
We came to say goodbye.

Just for a while.
We have a summer house on the lake.

Just Hilda and I.

Papa says it is fun for us
to go away somewhere,

and nobody knows where.

Papa's right. It is fun.
Like a big game of hide-and-seek.

You could come see us one weekend.

Yeah. I would like that.

Do you have a radio out there?

Yes.

So, every evening, tune into my
broadcast and raise a glass.

And I will do the same
in the full knowledge that one day

we will be drinking one together.

And all will be well.

All will be well. Yes.
Thank you. One day.

Papa will be staying.

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American candy.

Thank you, Nancy.

What you after, missus?

I was wondering if your father was home.

No. He'll be out flogging his paper.

Are you one of his peace pledge
chums, are you?

- Lot of posh women in that lot.
- No. Certainly not.

You don't have any idea
where I might find him?

I do, as a matter of fact.

But if you're not a mate of his
then what do you want with him? Hm?

Did he give you the wrong change
on the last bus home?

Hang on, missus!
I was only pulling your leg.

If my dad's got a fancy woman
on the go that's his business!

If I could bribe you with a cup of tea,

could you drag yourself away
from the revolution for a moment?

Yep.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thank you for coming to see me
the other day.

I owe you an apology.

I feel I reacted rather rudely
to your gesture.

By doing a flit?

I've had worse reactions in my time.

I think you showed great courage
coming to tell me.

And I'm glad that you did.

Oh... Thank you, but I just thought

you should know the truth, that's all.

Did you have any purpose in telling me?

Were you hoping for a reconciliation
between Harry and your daughter?

No, no. Far from it.

And it's the last thing she wants.

But I thought you seemed like
the kind of lady who would take

her social responsibilities seriously,

irrespective of what your son
might want to do.

Ah, now we get to it.

This is about money in the end, is it?

It's about being involved
in the child's life.

Financially?

No, not just financially, no,

though it's easy to treat money
as vulgar when you've got plenty.

I don't want to fall out with you,
Douglas.

Nor me with you, Robina.
I just wanted you to have the facts,

like I did. And...

What's going on?

You were spotted,
and I didn't believe it!

Douglas came to see me the other day.

And he told me about your condition.

He had no right.

Does Harry know?

Yes. Harry knows.

And I'll say the same thing to you
that I said to him.

I don't want or need anything from you.

Love, don't...

Thank you. Thank you.

That much is clear.

Good luck, Lois. Good luck.

Either it's an ambush
or we just got very lucky.

I've stayed in worse, sir.

- Bloody hell, boys, there's a bath!
- Reckon I'll have one.

He's never had a bath before, sir.
He's from Wales.

Erm...

thank you, Sergeant.

- For helping me.
- What, sir?

You gave me a kick up the arse.
You told me what to do, and

I won't forget that.

Did you get a head wound, sir?

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

I can't be beaten at denial, Stan.

It runs in my family.

My father, in the last war,
my father, he...

Well, let's just say he messed up

and I maybe understood for the first time

how that might have happened.

And... maybe for the first time

I might have felt sorry for him.

We need to set up a Bren gun here,
I reckon.

Yes.

- Get a good sight on any approach.
- Yes, sir.

Turn those taps off, Corporal Morgan!

You got a job to do,
you grubby Welsh dragon!

I bet the fucking canary doesn't
have to go, does she?

Tom, I wish you'd understand,

we can't register any lad
who comes back from war

and says he's a conchie.

It's not any lad, is it? It's me.

I know, I know, and as I keep saying,

that's part of the problem,
you're my son.

- They'd crucify you.
- All right.

The problem is for you.

The problem is that I am your son.

And you can't see anything of me
in yourself.

Oh, no, I can see a lot of your
mother, though.

- That bloody-minded streak of hers.
- Nice try, Dad.

- Still doesn't taste good.
- No.

I refused to shake this lad's
hand on the Exeter.

I never got a chance to put it right.

It's the only thing I learned
from the whole shitty thing.

Look after yourself. Keep ducking.

He'll understand one day.

Yeah.

- Just trying to do me best.
- For both of you.

I know, Dad. I know.

And I went to see Robina because...

Because it made you feel better.
Not me. You.

I went because you're not
thinking straight.

Because you're acting like nothing
will change. Everything will change!

Everything's changed already!
There's only you still flogging

your daft Peace paper
who hasn't caught on yet!

Lois.

Keep going. Yes, Sarge.

Hello, zero. This is eight.
Do you read me? Over.

No radio contact, sir. Nothing from HQ.

I'd love to come abroad one day
and not shoot people.

What you were saying
about your dad last night...

Sorry.

Some things best left unsaid
and all that.

You do know we're all shitting it,
don't you, sir?

I mean... it's normal.

The fear and that.

Just got to outrun it, sir.

Like we're going to outrun Jerry.

Hopefully.

They've got to be as knackered
as we are, haven't they?

No.

You're never knackered
when you're winning.

Do you think Don Bradman gets tired
when he's batting for two days?

You know, Sergeant,

if you could spell...
you'd be an intellectual.

If I could spell I wouldn't be here
with me arse on fire.

Oh, shit! Get inside! Inside!

It's out of our range! Out of our range!

We need to go. We need to go.
Everybody out. Everybody out!

We have a bridgehead to the coast.

We get to Dunkirk and evacuate.

I know real strength when I see it.

You have it in abundance.

I don't feel very strong right now.

Herr Rossler. I need your help.

- A terrible thing has...
- What is it? Is it Hilda?

You must know something!

Why don't you know anything?

Why don't you know anything?!

Pull yourself together, Douglas.
I'm disappointed in you.

Shoot me! Shoot me!

I'm ready for death.
We're all ready for death, mate.

We're all ready for death.

How you going to evacuate 'em?

You and me are all that's
left of the chain of command.

If anything's happened to him...

I made him go. I told him
to go. I made him.