All language subtitles for Home Fires (UK) - 01x06 - Episode 6.ORGANiC (HDTV + 720).English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

I refuse to do any more
work for traitors.

I think you'll find that's
not your choice to make.

~ He thinks he's a coward!
~ He stays while other lads go off to fight?

~ What would you call it?
~ You're suffering from exhaustion.

I'd like to run some tests.

~ Are you going somewhere?
~ I cannot stand this anymore!

~ Look at you.
~ Bob hits me. Is that what you think?

~ It's not just me.
~ Who else?

I'm taking you to lunch.
I've also booked a room.

~ He's married, did you know?
~ I don't think I can.

You have to. That siren means
you don't' have a choice.

(CHOKES)

(COCKS RIFLE)

♪ I can see them talking but I
only hear the voices in my head

♪ Waiting for the moment
they'll be calling to me

♪ And if I try I'll remember
that the words were never said

♪ Only now the others
hold no meaning for me

♪ And I'll see

♪ With wide-open eyes

♪ Of blindness

♪ I'll leave

♪ The ever-calling cries

♪ In silence

♪ Every place we shouldn't go

♪ We shouldn't see,
we will never know

♪ And all I want

♪ All I see

♪ All I fear

♪ Is waiting for me

♪ Now I see

♪ I'll be... ♪

You don't have to do this.

~ I want to.
~ It's my problem, not yours.

You're only following
your conscience.

I love you.

Then hold my hand and walk tall.

Morning.

One and a half pounds
of minced beef, please.

I'm also collecting for the Wilsons.

I'll give you yours.

I don't want to argue, Mrs Brindsley.

I just want the rations.

I'll do it.

Looking back at the last nine months,

I can't help but feel immensely
proud at how far we've come.

Each and every one of you has
worked tirelessly to support me

and inspire members with new
projects and initiatives.

We've made a valuable
contribution, ladies.

A valuable contribution.

But... we cannot rest on our laurels.

The British Expeditionary Force is
being driven back towards the Channel,

bringing war ever closer to home.

When France falls,

there'll be nothing between
us and Nazi occupation...

.. but 22 miles of water.

And then... anything we've achieved
thus far will be as nothing

compared with what we'll
be called upon to do.

Sarah.

The National Federation
is launching an initiative

to raise money to buy ambulances.

~ Excellent idea.
~ Large, small,

all Institutes are being
asked to play their part.

If and when the bombs
start falling...

I have it on good authority it's
a question of "when", not "if".

.. the need for ambulances
will be great.

To that end, I've told the county

that Great Paxford is setting
its fundraising target...

at £50.

~ What?
~ 50?

If we don't aim for a target,
Sarah, we'll never hit it.

But it has to be realistic.

I have every faith the members
will meet my challenge head on.

~ Pat alone could raise half with her cakes.
~ If she was still involved.

She's not attended
the last two meetings.

Apart from shopping,
she's barely seen.

Well, she's been under
the weather recently.

But we certainly need her
back in the fold for this.

In the meantime, ladies...

.. we need fundraising ideas.

Good morning, Mrs Simms.

~ Pies always sell well.
~ We'd need hundreds to get even close to £50.

If Steph teaches some of us to shoot,

we'd soon have enough rabbit
for any number of pies to sell.

I'm happy to do anything that
keeps them from eating my crops.

~ Excellent.
~ Isobel's asked to spend a day on the farm.

W... With all due respect,

do you really think a farm is a
suitable place for a blind person?

It's not as though we're gonna
ask her to drive the tractor.

We all know that Pat's situation
with Bob is difficult,

but what can we do
except offer support?

~ Does that mean we give up?
~ As Adam reminds me,

it's one thing to care,
it's another to meddle.

Being a vicar doesn't make you
right about everything, Sarah.

It just makes others assume you are.

~ (RINGING TONE)
~ Hello, caller.

~ Whitehall 496, thank you.
~ Connecting you now.

Whitehall 496.

Good afternoon. May I speak
to Mr Cyril Faulk, please?

Of course. Just one moment.

Cyril, it's Frances Barden.
I need a favour.

(CHATTER)

Heard you had a turn in the
WI shelter, Mrs Cameron.

I can't take enclosed spaces either.

Very brave of you to stick it out.

I've really no idea what
you're talking about.

Good day.

Good day.

(CAR ARRIVES)

Mr Hughes.

Mrs Scotlock.

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

~ (CLUCKING)
~ Here we are, Steph.

Hi.

One novice farmhand
reporting for duty.

Isobel, may I introduce Stan Farrow?

~ Stan, this is Isobel.
~ Hi.

~ Oh, hello.
~ Stan will show you around.

Then we can chat about what you'd
like to try your hand at.

~ Sounds wonderful.
~ If you'd just let Isobel take your arm.

~ That's it.
~ This way.

~ That's it. One foot in front of the other.
~ (LAUGHS)

Thank you, Stan.

I may not be able to see my feet
but I do know how they operate.

At the meeting, you mentioned
being plagued by rabbits.

Yeah, we are.

~ I'd love to learn to shoot some.
~ I thought you were joking.

No, on the contrary,

the skill might come in useful
in the event of an invasion.

With Peter away so much,
I could well find myself

as our home's last line of defence.

I suspect shooting a rabbit's
not the same as shooting a Nazi.

Of course. But one has
to start somewhere.

~ Tea?
~ Thank you.

Much as I appreciate the attention
of my two beautiful daughters...

.. it is a tad unnerving
to drink a cup of tea

while being so steadfastly stared at.

We know you haven't been well.

No.

But you don't seem to
be getting any better.

~ We want to know what's happening.
~ I see.

~ Laura's convinced you have tuberculosis.
~ I don't.

I told you he didn't.

I have cancer.

We wanted to keep if from you
until it was no longer possible.

Cancer?

What type of cancer?

Lung.

How bad is it?

It's... It's not good.

Come. Come. Come here.
Both of you, come.

New treatments are coming
through all the time.

So there's always hope.

The disease progresses at different
speeds in different people.

The prospects aren't terrific.

As sensible, rational people,
we have to accept that.

All I can tell you is
that I love you both...

more than I can say.

And I intend to be here for
as long as humanly possible.

Will?

It was time.

(HISSING IN BACKGROUND)

(GAS CONTINUES HISSING)

(GASPS)

I'm sorry I'm late.

I tried to get home quickly

but everyone was collecting
their rations,

which meant everything taking
three times as long.

What's that you're reading?

It's a letter from... a Mr
Cyril Faulk at the War Office.

The War Office?

Mr Faulk has had his attention drawn
to my work for the local paper and...

.. he's apparently...

.. he's very impressed by it.

Well, how flattering.

It is.

I've been invited to London
for a conversation.

~ About what?
~ Well, Mr Faulk doesn't specify, but...

I can only assume about my work.

That's very exciting for you.

It is.

Which means you'll be very
busy between now and then.

~ Will I?
~ Mm.

I've lost some weight on the rations
so my serge suit will need adjusting.

I'd like some new buttons
on my best shirt.

My smart shoes will need a new heel,
fresh laces and a thorough polish.

~ What happened to your leg?
~ Oh, it's nothing.

Not looking where I was
going on my way home.

Let me see. Sit down.

Come on.

(DRAWS BREATH)

We'll need to wash that thoroughly
and apply a proper dressing.

~ And your hands?
~ I landed on them.

You stay here.

~ I really don't mind.
~ Do as you're told.

All right.

I need you able to work.

Yes.

(BARKING)

(GAS HISSES)

~ (DOG BARKS)
~ (COUGHS)

Alison!

Alison.

Alison! Alison, please! Alison!

(COUGHS)

STEPH: Don't arch your backs.

Take a deep breath and
gently pull the trigger.

~ (BOTH LAUGH)
~ STEPH: Very impressive.

Let me see what's left to shoot at.

How are the members responding
to the fundraising drive?

(LAUGHS) Well, I'd be lying if
I said most weren't astonished

by the target you
promised the county.

Well, extraordinary times call
for extraordinary efforts.

I do wonder if your ambition
with this one isn't misplaced.

Misplaced?

Are you sure you're not
overcompensating for Peter's absence?

Peter isn't absent. He's
running the factory.

The military need cloth for uniforms.
Peter's one of their larger suppliers.

There's no need to defend him.
I'm merely making an observation.

It's very risky making observations
about another woman's marriage

~ when she's holding a loaded rifle.
~ I didn't mean to upset you.

~ I'm not upset.
~ I can see you are.

~ On the contrary...
~ Oh.

Is anything coming out?

Keep going.

The closest I've previously been
to a cow is a bottle of milk.

~ How long does it take?
~ Well, it's only your second day.

Just keep doing what I
told you and it'll come.

How's the cow?

Happy as Larry.

Oh! I did it!

I'm milking a cow!

You've definitely got the touch.

How are you feeling?

~ Ashamed.
~ You shouldn't.

~ What else?
~ You were forced.

By circumstance.

It was the easy way out of a
difficult financial position.

You panicked and then
they trapped you.

~ Ah...
~ You're being too hard on yourself.

I don't agree.

To close the windows
and turn on the gas.

I only wish you'd come
back five minutes later.

Don't say that.

It's true.

How much money is there?

I haven't counted it.

I haven't touched it.

I don't want it.

~ I thought of burning it.
~ You can't burn that kind of money.

~ Let me help you.
~ This isn't your concern.

If I have to worry about you
repeating it, I'd say it is.

I can't drag you into this.

Alison...

.. I'm your friend.

You're not dragging me anywhere.

(ENGINE OFF)

(DOOR KNOCKER TAPS GENTLY)

~ Mrs Brindsley?
~ Yes.

Mother of David Brindsley?

Yes.

Telegram for you.

Oh, you...

You must have the wrong address.

~ Please.
~ I'm very sorry.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES STARTS)

Left... left, right, left... left...

What did you want
to talk to me about?

The WI is participating in a national
fundraising drive to buy new ambulances.

Your public support would encourage many in
the village to give it their full backing.

Backing you don't have as yet?

No.

Are you asking me to re-join the WI?

You once said we'd make
an unstoppable team.

And you said it was unthinkable.

Wouldn't you even consider returning?

Perhaps you forget, but it was never
my intention to depose you when I did.

I was responding to what seemed like
unconstitutional behaviour on your part.

And as a consequence, there has been radical
change in the way the WI operates.

Well, I wouldn't say "radical".

Oh, you've changed a great deal
- treating members as equals.

Since that night in
the air-raid shelter,

people now pass me in the street
and they smile at me in a way

~ they never would have done before.
~ How lovely.

No, not lovely at all.

~ Smiles of pity.
~ Or of recognition that...

you're human after all,
like everyone else.

But I don't want to
be like everyone else.

I never have.

And I have a bigger reason
for not re-joining the WI.

Which is?

My husband has decided to
relocate us to the coast

for the duration of the hostilities.

~ The coast?
~ We're surrounded by airbases.

Targets for German bombers.

I see.

I would rather see out
the war in Great Paxford,

but his argument is persuasive...

.. and his decision is final.

I'm sure he knows best.

Right... Just have a wash.

Lunch won't be long.

Mm.

~ Love you, Mim.
~ You, too.

~ If you want to see Dr Campbell...
~ I'm assuming you're Laura Campbell's mother.

~ Yes.
~ Your daughter works for...

.. or should I say "under"...

my husband.

~ Can I help you?
~ Very simply.

By instructing your daughter to
stop sleeping with my husband.

I think you'd better come inside.

Let's get one thing clear.

My daughter does not consort
with married men.

Or any men, as far as I'm aware.

Laura has spent several nights away
from the house in recent weeks.

Yes. Staying with friends.

Unfortunately, not.

I have the receipts from the hotel in
Chester where she stayed with Richard.

That's not true.

I assure you the dates on the receipts
will correlate exactly with

the dates your daughter was absent.

I saw them together, followed
them to a hotel.

My husband picks up and unwraps young
girls, like sweets, I'm afraid.

But his infatuations dim almost
as quickly as they flare up.

The dashing Wing Commander
will move on

and your daughter will be ditched,

as soiled goods, her
reputation in tatters.

I'm not prepared to stand here and
listen to you insult my family.

We have nothing more
to say to each other.

I think you should leave.

Richard will have told her
that we have a stale...

loveless marriage.

~ He is a contemptible philanderer.
~ I said leave.

You must have been a terrible mother.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh... I wasn't expecting
you back so soon.

Evidently.

Sorry. I'm just giving the kitchen
an overdue spring clean.

I can put it all back in 15 minutes.

~ No need to apologise.
~ I caught the early train.

Why?

Did it... not work out?

On the contrary, the Ministry
Of War want me to work for them.

What?

Mr Faulk thinks I'd be the man
to collect stories from the front

for distribution to the
main news agencies.

~ The front?
~ I'd be working behind the line, not on it.

How long before you have
to give them your answer?

How long? I said yes
on the spot, of course.

Mr Faulk is clearly not
a man to be kept waiting.

No more dreary village
fetes to cover.

Tedious country fairs, deadly council
meetings, W-bloody-I nonsense.

Finally... Finally I'm gonna be
writing about things that matter.

What do you think, Pat?

I'm...

so pleased for you.

I'm gonna celebrate with a whisky.

Can you clear this up?

If you had to choose between Mr Smith
Goes To Washington, with Jimmy Stewart,

or Goodbye, Mr Chips, with Robert
Donat, which would it be?

~ I'm sorry?
~ I shouldn't have interrupted you.

No, no. What was the question?

Erm...

The WI are planning a fundraising
showing of a recent film

and I asked which of the
two you would rather see.

~ What are you raising funds for?
~ Ambulances.

How many?

Er, possibly four or five.

It's not just us. It's nationwide.

Your entire organisation is raising
funds for four or five ambulances?

Why do you say it like that?

Have you any idea how many
casualties we're likely to suffer

in the event of an
aerial bombardment?

A thousand new ambulances would be
unlikely to cope with the carnage.

Well, we clearly can't raise
enough for a thousand.

But we could raise enough for a few,

which could include the one carrying
you or me, or any of our loved ones,

to a hospital in the nick of time.

~ I'm sorry. I didn't mean...
~ We can't all be on the front line.

~ Of course.
~ But we can do something,

however insignificant.

~ I'm sorry.
~ There's nothing to apologise for.

At this rate, I'll be making
rabbit pie morning, noon and...

Sit down, Mim.

Why didn't you tell me
it had been delivered?

I didn't want anything to do with it.

We have no choice.

We have to open it.

Why?

We know what it says.

We need to read the words.

Together.

~ I can't.
~ No.

We have to know.

"We deeply regret to inform you...

.. that Ordinary Seaman...

David Brindsley...

.. is reported as missing."

Missing?

He's alive.

He's missing, Mim.

~ But missing isn't...
~ No.

Missing at sea.

He could be alive. There's a chance.

~ Mim...
~ If he was dead...

they'd say "dead", but...

.. they say "missing".

"Missing" isn't "dead".

Bryn.

Which means...

he could be alive.

He could be.

You're late.

There's a lot on.

~ How did you get home?
~ Wing Commander Bowers gave me a lift.

Why?

Come in.

I want to talk to you.

~ Can it wait until after I've had a bath?
~ No.

Has something happened to Dad?

The wife of Wing Commander
Bowers was here earlier.

~ What?
~ Saying some of the most revolting things

I think I've ever heard,
about you and her husband.

I'm hoping you're going to
tell me they're not true.

Mum...

You know he's married?

~ Yes.
~ But that doesn't matter to you?

He told me their marriage
was stale and loveless.

He told me they no longer had anything
in common except their children.

What were you... are you thinking?

~ I love him.
~ Love?

I'm sorry. Did Kate corner
the market with Jack?

Don't EVER confuse what you're
doing with their relationship!

What Kate had, you want. Is that it?

~ He told me he didn't love his wife.
~ Of course he said that.

~ That's what you needed to hear.
~ That's not true.

War is not an excuse for behaving
as if nothing matters.

The state of his wife in our hall

was a consequence of your
behaviour with her husband.

How I'm now feeling
about you is another.

When he finds out what you've been
doing... How your father will react.

Please. Don't tell him.

There's only one way to
stop that from happening.

~ I'll break it off.
~ Give me your word.

I promise I'll put an end to it.

Take them through there,
if you wouldn't mind,

and put them on a table. Thank you.

Going away on a trip?

A temporary redeployment.
The South Coast.

To help defend the BEF.

It's what you've all
been waiting for.

I suppose so.

I'd got so used to you
being around the house

that I'd almost forgotten
why you were here.

I want to thank you...

for making me and the boys feel
so welcome during our time here.

You never make us feel intrusive,
even though we most certainly are.

Well...

You will take care, won't you?

I'm not going to suddenly throw the plane
into reverse if that's what you mean.

That's not what I mean.

I'm sorry. I... I thought
perhaps you might feel...

I might...

but I can't.

Please forgive me.

Goodbye, Sarah.

You wanted to see me?

I'm so glad you came.

I hear... Bob's going to
be a war correspondent.

How do you feel about that?

He'll be happier there.

As you'll be here.

Erica and Sarah and I are
the only people who know.

You have to believe that.

Oh.

You'll be safe now.

We've all missed you so very much.

The WI isn't the WI without you.

BRYN: Is that right?

She can't be.

~ Are you sure?
~ Trust me.

You're four months pregnant.

You'll be pleased to know everything
else came back all clear.

I'm assuming this is good news.

~ Um...
~ Yes.

.. it means David's going
to have a brother or sister.

Excellent.

And congratulations.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Hello, Richard.

We need to talk.

Are you all right? You look terrible.

Charlotte has filed for divorce.

What?

She has cited you as co-respondent.

How the hell did she find out?

(SOBS)

(CHATTER)

Spencer.

(MUTTERED INSULTS)

(ROOM FALLS SILENT)

I have lived here all my life.

You all know me.

My father's name is carved
on our war memorial.

Then you should be ashamed.

Do you think I could
have made this decision

without agonising over
what he would think of me?

It was the hardest thing
I've ever done in my life.

I'm not asking you to accept it.

Or agree with it.

But I stand by it.

I always will.

(LOW CHATTER)

(FILM PROJECTOR WHIRRS)

~ (DRAMATIC WHIRRING)
~ The great battle for the
Channel ports continues

as the Allied forces fight tirelessly
to stop the march of destruction

by the German army.

Belgium has abandoned us,

leaving the British and French
troops to fight on alone

as they defend the coast and
the vital port of Dunkirk.

Showing indomitable resolution in the
face of these grave circumstances,

they fight on to keep
the coastline secure.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

~ What are you talking about?
~ You know what.

How could you? How
could you tell her?

Well, don't take any risks.

You're not 20 years old any more.

Thanks for the reminder.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(BIRDSONG)

The committee meeting
started 15 minutes ago.

This is done.

We can arrive a little late
and feign amazed surprise

at how such a large sum of money
found its way into the kitty.

Four, five, six, seven...

How much?

£74.

How on earth did we manage
to make that much?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh.

(URGENT KNOCKING)

There's a man in a suit to see you.

Looks like another client.

Do you want me to tell
him to sling his hook?

It's time I learned how.

If you want me to do your books, whatever
you've been told by Nigel Hughes,

I'm afraid I'm not taking
on any more work.

I'm not here to ask you to
do my books, Mrs Scotlock.

My name is Detective Sergeant Brooks

and I'm here to arrest you on
suspicion of fraudulent accounting

and aiding and abetting tax evasion
under the 1939 Prices of Goods Act.

You are not obliged to say anything,
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say will
be taken down in writing

and may be given against you.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Alison!

Alison!

How do we explain to the county
that we've raised so much?

I think all we can say
is what Pat suggests.

~ That an anonymous donor made a very gen...
~ (DOOR OPENS)

I was wondering if I could
have a word with you.

A parting gift?

It's a great shame
to see you leave us.

Are you sure you don't
mean "great relief"?

As a philosopher once said, "What
doesn't kill us makes us stronger."

You made them stronger,
Madam President.

It's what good leadership does.

Keys to our back gate.

And when we eventually return,

I will be outraged if our tennis court hasn't
been ploughed up and put to good use.

Growing peas, beans - whatever
you decide to grow on it.

Thank you, Mrs Cameron.

Please...

~ call me...
~ (CROCKERY RATTLING)

(DRONE OF AIRCRAFT ENGINES)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

(ENGINES DRONE)

(AIRCRAFT PASSES BY)

♪ I can see them talking but I
only hear the voices in my head

♪ Waiting for the moment
they'll be calling to me

♪ And if I try I'll remember
that the words were never said

♪ Only now the others
hold no meaning for me

♪ And I'll see

♪ With wide-open eyes

♪ Of blindness

♪ I'll leave

♪ The ever-calling cries ♪