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Let me help out.

It's warm, boys.

Welcome to Great Paxford, boys.

Well, the poor devils
look absolutely shattered.

Hardly surprising given they had to
fight their way out of Czechoslovakia

- and across half of Europe. - At least
Churchill committed to getting them out.

I've been thinking.

Someone who knows Adam ought to say a few words
at the thanksgiving service in his absence

and as president of the WI --

Hardly appropriate for a member
of a secular pacifist organisation

to comment on the silencing
of church bells due to war.

If anyone's likely to know what the vicar
would have said under the circumstances,

it would probably be the vicar's wife.

Our country is in a
state of war with Germany

and, as of this morning, Italy.

As a consequence this station is
on high alert around the clock

as is every man here.

The last thing they need
is the kind of distraction

you've been offering
Wing Commander Bowers.

Consorting with a married
officer undermines morale

- and is utterly beyond the pale.
- Sir, I never set out to distract --

You appear to be under the illusion
that this is a conversation.

It is not.

- We've wasted quite enough
time on this. - I agree.

Aircraft Woman Campbell, you are
to be dishonourably discharged
from the WAAF effective immediately.

- Sir, please. I --
- As a consequence

this will prohibit you from
joining any other branch

of His Majesty's armed services.

Do you understand?

This is unfair.

You will be escorted off the station.

Wing Commander Bowers
had me transferred --

Did you hear me, Miss Campbell?

What's happening to him? Has he
been dishonourably discharged?

He has been reassigned to another
station. You are dismissed.

Miss Campbell.

Scramble! Scramble!

Scramble! Scramble!

- Laura. - Please don't
be nice to me, Thomas.

I simply want to leave
and never come back.

- I'll drive you home.
- Thank you.

Sir. Sir?

Mrs Brindsley.

I'm sure I'm the last
person you want to see.

Not at all. However, once again, I'm
afraid the information you request

is unavailable to the general
public at the present time.

I have an absolute right to
whatever information you have.

And I'll keep coming
until I get some answers.

At the very least you must be able to
tell me where my son's ship went down.

- Was it near land -- - That information, as
you've been repeatedly told, is restricted.

I wouldn't tell another living soul.

Please, I just want to
find out what happened.

Please, Mrs Brindsley, calm down.

I'm perfectly calm.

Under the circumstances.
I just need to be told --

What happened to your son.

And I'm telling you that at
present I'm not at liberty

- to give you any more information than
you've already had. - Which is none.

Well, in that case, I'd like the
name of your commanding officer.

Mrs Brindsley, that really
won't make any difference.

I can see why you'd say that.

But I'd like it nevertheless.

Were you listening in to that call?

Not listening in, so much as... checking.

- Oh. - We're all being
encouraged to be on the lookout

for the out of the ordinary.

And what I'm doing is ensuring the
caller is the person they say they
are and not a spy of some kind.

Oh. I wasn't aware German spies
were expected in Cheshire.

3,000 Czech soldiers in
the village, Mrs Simms.

What about them?

- Who's to say they're all Czech?
- Who's saying they're not?

Can you tell the difference between
a Czech accent and a German one?

Are you seriously suggesting
that 3,000 German soldiers

have snuck into the country
by pretending to be Czech

and no-one's noticed?

I'm saying we shouldn't assume
anything is as it seems any more.

- So snooping --
- Not snooping. Checking.

So checking in on calls is, in
your mind, a first line of defence?

Exactly.

Have you heard from Mr Simms at all?

- No. Not yet. - And I suppose
he's not actually fighting, is he?

Just sitting behind the
lines, writing about fighting.

Yes.

Writing about fighting.

Number, please?

- Now there's a sight for
extremely sore eyes. - Nick!

You're back.

I'm taking up the post of the
station's new Wing Commander.

I did so well at Dunkirk,

the top brass has promoted
me out of the sky altogether.

Congratulations. I'm sure
it was thoroughly deserved.

Well, I wish I shared your conviction.

- Have you heard from Adam since?
- No, nothing yet, no.

It was about as close to chaos
as I've ever seen in the military.

Men were being scooped up and dumped

just about anywhere this side of
the Channel, so... be patient.

I'm trying.

Well, do come round for tea once
you get your feet under the table.

Thanks. I'll er, I'll be
sure to take you up on that.

Do.

I'm so pleased you're back safely.

Leave them be!

Get off him!

Stop that! That's it...

Stop! Stop, stop!

- He spilt my beer!
- I know. It was a mistake, yeah?

Come on. He didn't know
what you were saying.

- He pays for another!
- Of course, of course.

Here.

Take what it costs for beers
for you and your friends, yeah?

Come on. OK? Here. OK?

Come on, let's go inside.

I'm very sorry. Are you hurt?

Your friend should watch where he's going.

Can't just plough into people when
they're going about their own business.

- If you can't handle your drink, don't go to
the pub! - If you wish to lodge a complaint,

I take full responsibility. My
name is Captain Marek Novotny.

- And I'm very sorry that you were
involved, Mrs...? - Simms. - Simms.

I don't need to make a complaint.

I simply need to be left in peace when
I'm walking through my own village.

In future, watch what you're doing!
That's all you have to do round
here is watch what you're doing.

Hello?

Laura? You all right?

Dishonourably discharged.

But not just that. Not just
from the WAAF, that's not enough.

I'm also banned from joining any
other branch of the services.

- What happened?
- They painted me as a little slut

who jumped into an affair,
even though he pursued me!

Lied through his teeth about his marriage,

but he's a Wing Commander so
clearly none of that matters.

Look at me. If you refuse
to be defined by this

you stand every chance
of getting through it.

His wife is divorcing him for adultery

and plans to publicly
name me as the other party.

I don't know what to do.

It's going to be all
right. You have my word.

You have my absolute word.

If you've read it, then why
haven't you done anything?

The article clearly said
that radiation treatment

- has had considerable success.
- What it actually said

was there's been considerable
success with SOME cancer.

And considerable failure with others.

Why couldn't you be among the successful?

As likely, possibly more
likely, it would make me worse.

You can't say that without trying
it. Surely it's worth a shot.

- You're not listening to me.
- You're the one who's not listening.

- If there's the slightest chance --
- That's exactly what it is, Kate.

The very slightest chance.

There is no dignity in false
hope, none whatsoever.

I'm not prepared to gamble with
what little time I have left.

So you're just going to do nothing then?

Couldn't I put the same question to you?

Before you met Jack, you
wanted to become a nurse.

And then, as you said, I met Jack.

And now he's gone.

His life has been cruelly taken
from him, Kate. From both of you.

But yours hasn't.

Before telling me what I should
do with what's left of my life,

why not give some thought to what
you might do with the rest of yours?

Now, hang on a minute!

- I do understand how hard
this must have been -- - Will.

That's for you.

Good day.

Aren't you going to ask how it went?

I expect it went the
same as the last time.

Well, you'll be wrong.

This time I have the name of someone
in real authority to write to.

Don't get your hopes up.

They know what happened, Bryn.

Even if they do, you can't expect
them to give away military positions.

- I'm not asking for that.
- One thing leads to another, doesn't it?

If they tell you, they've
got to tell everyone

and suddenly information gets out
they need to keep under wraps.

David will be home in time to meet his
brother or sister, Bryn. Mark my words.

- Miriam --
- Mark them.

Christ, how could she have been so stupid?

Because she's young and naive, Will.

- But Wing Commander
Bowers wasn't. - No.

He knew precisely what he was doing.
We need to do something and fast.

But what can you actually do?

Will.

Go back to Italy, you dirty wop!

Dirty wop! Dirty wop! Dirty wop!

- Dirty wop! Dirty wop!
- That's enough!

- Dirty wop! Dirty --
- That is enough!

What on earth do you
think you're all doing?

Go!

Mrs Esposito, are you all right?

What Italy has done is terrible.
Mussolini is terrible.

But this has been my
country for many years.

I have made my home here.

I'm so sorry.

It won't happen again from those children.

You can take my word on that.

Morning, Bryn.

Good afternoon, Mrs Simms.

Captain Novotny.

Come in.

I came to apologise for what
happened outside the pub yesterday.

I ask someone where you live,
I... I hope you don't mind.

From myself and my men.

These really aren't necessary.
I don't know what to say.

You can say, "I'll put them
into water before they die."

Very well. I'll put them
into water before they die.

And please, my name is Marek.

I should have a vase somewhere.

We don't usually have flowers.

My husband doesn't like flowers.

I didn't know it was
possible to dislike flowers.

He says they remind him
of how short life is.

Short, yes, but... beautiful.

That's very poetic for a soldier.

When I'm not fighting for
my country, I'm a teacher.

Oh, yes? Of what?

Ironically, German.

You know your shirt is torn?

Yeah. One of many repairs
I need to attend to.

I can do that if you'd
like to leave it with me.

In the meantime, you can
borrow one of my husband's.

- That's very kind, but --
- I insist.

As my thank you for the flowers.

One of Bob's should fit. Wait there.

Edith, against the wall.

George, you too. Quick as you
can. Move forward, please.

You too, Oliver. Against the wall.

- Against the wall please, Albert.
- Yes, miss.

Do any of you know why you're
stood here instead of inside?

Mrs Esposito has lived in
Great Paxford for 19 years.

That's twice as long as you've been alive.

- I'm nearly 11 --
- Albert Stoddart!

Don't even think about
finishing that sentence

or I will come down on you
like a ton of bricks, lad.

She chose to live in England.

She lives with us, among us,
causing no harm to anybody

so why do you think that
she deserved to be treated

the way you all treated her this morning?

My dad says she shouldn't be here.

Albert, does your dad know that
Mrs Esposito hates everything

that Mussolini stands for?

Did any of you even bother to find
that out before calling her names?

No, miss.

You will all write a letter
of apology to that poor woman.

- Understood?
- Yes, miss.

In.

Please repeat after me.
"I do solemnly declare..."

I do solemnly declare...

That I know not of any
lawful impediment...

That I know not of any
lawful impediment...

Why I, Claire Louise Hillman...

Why I, Claire Louise Hillman...

May not be joined in
matrimony to Spencer Wilson.

May not be joined in
matrimony to Spencer Wilson.

Spencer, please repeat after me.

- I do solemnly declare...
- I do solemnly declare...

That I know not of any lawful impediment,

why I, Spencer Wilson, may
not be joined in matrimony

to Claire Louise Hillman...

- No regrets?
- Give me a chance.

I've only been married
three and a half minutes.

About getting married
without telling anybody.

Not even your mother.

No fuss. Perfect.

Mr and Mrs Wilson.

- Say that again.
- Mr --

Hm, just the "Mrs Wilson" part.

Only me and thee, Mrs Wilson.

Your country is very beautiful.

You only get this view
if you take the shortcut.

And into all this beauty
bursts loud drunken Czechs.

Well, defending themselves
against loud drunken Brits.

It was a situation we shall be
careful to avoid in the future.

We do not want people to be worried
every time they see Czech soldiers.

The village is holding a service tomorrow

to mark the silencing of the church bells.

Why don't you come with your men? Show
the village they have nothing to fear.

We are 3,000.

The fear probably lies in our number.

Perhaps don't bring all of them.

Were you married there?

No, we married in
Manchester, where we met.

Moved here because Bob thought it would
be easier to write in the countryside.

The open skies, fresh air...

Also better for children.

Bob and his career take
a lot of looking after.

Wasn't any room for children.

Are you married?

My wife died of
tuberculosis three years ago.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

- It's time I got back to
the camp, so... - Right.

Straight ahead. It's much quicker
than going all the way round.

- Thank you, Mrs Simms.
- Please, Pat.

You're very welcome.

As you will be at tomorrow's service.

Goodbye, Pat.

Wing Commander Bowers.

Dr Campbell, Laura's father.

I was just going to see the
adjutant about her dismissal.

It won't make any difference.

Do you have even the slightest remorse

- of what you've done to my daughter?
- Laura's an adult, Dr Campbell --

Except that she isn't, is she? Not
in any true understanding of the word.

To all intents and purposes,
she's still a girl.

In her father's eyes, perhaps.

If the adjutant won't
reverse his decision,

the very least I need from you is to
drop Laura's name from your divorce.

I'm sorry, old chap, it's not in my gift.

So speak to your wife.

Do you think I haven't tried?

The thing about my wife, Dr Campbell,

is that she's a miserable bitch.

Once she settles on a course of
action, there's no deterring her.

I wonder if she was a miserable
bitch when you married her

or do you turn perfectly
happy, balanced women

- into that by your behaviour?
- I think you'd better leave the station.

Before I have you thrown off.

Yes, I think you're probably
right. One last thing --

- I really must get on.
- Of course.

I was simply going to ask you
to hold my hat for a moment.

Your hat?

I was aiming for your mouth,

but I rather think I broke
your nose by mistake.

I would offer to fix it, but I won't.

Sorry, old chap. It's not in my gift (!)

Mrs Collingborne?

Yes.

I have a telegram for you.

Thank you.

Any reply?

No. No reply.

Thank you.

This is the fourth time you've brought
me here in the last three weeks.

I don't know what else you want me to say.

- Please sit down, Mrs Scotlock.
- Are you going to charge me or not?

Please. Sit down.

After a great deal of deliberation...

it's been decided that all charges
of accounting fraud against you

are to be dropped.

- What? - Your involvement with
Hughes and his grubby profiteers...

.. has left you with a valuable combination
of skills and experience, Mrs Scotlock.

We've decided it would be a waste
to see those wither in prison.

Instead, we have an offer
we'd like to make you.

An offer?

And if I decline, will
the charges be reinstated?

They will remain dropped.

All you have to do is
consider my proposal...

.. and make your decision.

I'm appealing to your patriotism.

- Worried?
- Yes. A bit.

No need. You'll be fine.

Anything else I can get for you?

Er, no. Thank you.

- You haven't called your
mother yet. - No rush.

Well, why don't you telephone her now?

Could do.

Or...

we could both stop playing for time.

Very well, Mr Wilson.

Let's go, before I lose my nerve.

At least you know he's alive.

But not where he's being held prisoner,

or what state he's in, or what
conditions they're being kept in.

He's twice the age of the men he's
been captured with, don't forget.

Twice as wily. Twice as experienced.

We don't have any idea what the
Nazis are doing with prisoners.

They have to abide by
the Geneva Conventions.

Wherever he is, Adam will be
calculating what he needs to do

to get home to you.

In the meantime, you
need to tell the village.

No, I don't want to tell
anyone anything. Not yet.

He is their vicar, too.

Adam isn't my vicar,
Peter, he's my husband.

Of course. I didn't mean to suggest --

- People will only be sympathetic.
- I'm not ready for their sympathy.

You must do what you feel is best.

I know that this could be a lot worse...

.. but this is bad enough for me.

Here you go.

- Well?
- They've dropped the charges.

- What? - Not against the
others but... I'm free to go.

How come?

Well, they decided I was telling the truth

and had been placed in
an impossible position.

Alison! That's fantastic news!

It certainly took me by surprise.

Oh!

When your name is cited
in this divorce, Laura,

things could become very difficult.

It might result in a
very public humiliation.

You need to prepare for that.

I know.

- I'll go.
- People will make assumptions

because he has rank and
status and you don't.

And because... well,
because you're a young woman

and must, of course, have thrown herself

at the upright Wing Commander.

Let them think what they like.
Those closest to you know you.

And we know they're wrong.

More bills. Excellent.

Something for you?

I've been offered an interview
to train to be a nurse

- at St Thomas' Hospital.
- What?

I had no idea you'd applied. Did you?

None whatsoever.

That's fantastic news, Kate. Well done.

- Thank you.
- Immensely proud of you.

Are you sure you want to go all
the way to London to train?

- Laura will need --
- It's the best training hospital in England.

She has to go.

Jack would be very proud of you.

Thank you.

Now it's your turn.

I'm a doctor, Kate. I really don't
need to become a nurse as well.

To seriously consider radiation treatment.

- Since when have you been
considering that? - Since now.

If I'm to move forward with my life,

shouldn't you at least try
to move forward with yours?

Very well.

I will seriously consider it.

Good.

How do you think your
mother's likely to react?

She'll be disappointed she wasn't there,

but once I explain why we
wanted it between ourselves

I'm pretty sure she'll understand.

I don't want her thinking
it was my decision alone.

- I'll make that very clear.
- And she's the first person we're telling.

Exactly.

Go on, then.

Chester switchboard. Number, please?

Great Paxford 343, please.

I have a call for Great Paxford 343.

Putting the caller through now.

- Hello?
- Hello? Mother?

I wanted you to be the first to
know that Claire and I are married.

- When?!
- In Chester, today.

Captain Novot -- Marek.

- Pat.
- Come in.

So, I sent some men to your service.

Clean, smart. Not drunk.

Oh, wonderful.

So if it's ready, I'd like
to attend in my uniform.

Of course, I have it here.

Thank you.

It's like new.

Thank you so much.

So how do I look?

Extremely smart.

Thank you, Pat.

How long will your meeting take?

Helen just wants to go
through the quarterly figures

so it shouldn't take too long.

Try and make it to the service.

Sarah could use as much
support as we can give her

when she's making her speech.
Bring Helen if you're overrunning.

- Finish off in the house afterwards.
- Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Good morning, Mrs Barden.

I was just wondering if Claire was home.

She's not due back until later.

Oh. Then I wonder if
you might give her this?

So I might be among the first to offer
my congratulations on her nuptials.

- Her what?
- Nuptials.

To Spencer.

I think you must have the
wrong end of the stick

or the wrong stick altogether.

I don't think I have.

Pretty sure I'm holding the
right stick at the right end.

Claire went to see a friend in
Chester for a couple of days.

Odd she didn't inform her
employer of such significant plans.

But perhaps she wanted to surprise you.

If you could give her my card upon
her return, I'd be most grateful.

Good day.

The radio this morning said there
are 80,000 aliens in the country.

Churchill's rounding them
up. Every single one.

- Good.
- Stan.

We all know Mrs Esposito.

Do we?

With the nation's back to the
wall, who can we really trust?

Looks like now really isn't the
time to stand out from the crowd.

- Where are they taking her, miss?
- I honestly don't know.

We never gave her our letter.

♪ He who would valiantly be

♪ 'Gainst all disaster

♪ Let him in constancy

♪ Follow the master

♪ There's no discouragement

♪ Shall make him once relent

♪ His first avowed intent

♪ To be a pilgrim

♪ Since, Lord, thou dost defend

♪ Us with thy Spirit

♪ We know we at the end

♪ Shall life inherit

♪ Then fancies flee away

♪ I'll fear not what men say

♪ I'll labour night and day

♪ To be a pilgrim ♪

I've been asked to say a few words
on behalf of my absent husband.

You and I know that Reverend Collingborne

would have moved heaven and
earth to be with us this morning.

He loved listening to the bells.

He often sat in church during bell
ringing practice in order to...

.. in order to be surrounded by what
he calls their "magnificent din".

Unfortunately, I received notification
that Reverend Collingborne...

.. that my husband, your
vicar, has been taken prisoner.

Along with several
soldiers of his regiment.

In this I'm all too well aware that I'm
in the same boat as several women here.

While several others are trying to
come to terms with far worse news.

This is not an easy time.

After today, we will next hear these
bells proclaiming invasion or victory,

we don't know which.

But before they give their last

let's remember that we are
all fighting in our own way

to prevent an even worse time to come.

- Excuse me!
- Very nice to see you...

Nice to see you.

Claire. I had the most extraordinary
encounter with Jenny this morning.

She seemed to be under
the bizarre impression

that you hadn't gone to see
a friend as you'd told me,

but you'd snuck away to get married.
I said that couldn't possibly be true

because you would simply have told me.

Oh.

- She was telling the truth?
- Mm... - How did Jenny --

No, I'm sorry, Mrs Barden.

We just wanted to get married
quietly, without any hoo-haa.

Well, I wouldn't have insisted
on any "hoo-haa", it's...

- Does this mean you're leaving us?
- Oh, no.

The plan was to live at
Spencer's mother's house

but come and do the same hours every day.

Does your mother know what you've done?

And what you're planning to do?

We told her first thing this morning

- and we were gonna tell you as soon as
we got back. - I don't know what to say.

Except...

Did you really think you'd
get away completely scot-free?

- Bob Simms. Leg wounds.
- Right. Bed six.

Detective Sergeant Reynolds, please.

Albert!

Can I leave a message?

The message is I've given his offer
a great deal of consideration...

.. and the answer is yes.

Mr Barden!

- What's happening?
- Keep Mrs Barden away.

Keep Mrs Barden away!

What the hell...? That's Peter's car!

Frances, come back...

Charlotte Bowers is to divorce
Wing Commander Richard Bowers.

You mustn't let the gossip
get to you too much, eh?

You'd expect something to suggest

why a 20% share of the
business might be owed.

Dr Campbell, this treatment
won't just tire you out.

- Will? - I slipped.
- I'm calling an ambulance.

- Have you been to see your husband?
- He's quite badly injured.

The last person I expected to see.