All language subtitles for The Crimson Field - S01 - E04-eng

There can be no greater sacrifice

than to willingly give your life

for King and country.

We do not come to mourn

but to rejoice in the
devotion of these men.

Their bodies lie here

but their souls will
be gathered unto God

and they will shine in glory,

their names recorded
for all eternity.

So let us rejoice

and let us pray.

There's no rejoicing in good men
gone down but we're still standing.

Why? Because we're the lucky 13.

Now, we came out here together,
we stay together and we stay alive.

And that's the way it's going to be.

- Yes? Yes?
- Yes, Dad.

We'll always be 13.

Now, let's bow our heads for these
lads who didn't have our luck.

Are we making a fuss
about this birthday?

She said she
doesn't want a fuss.

- I've arranged for a cake.
- Very wise.

And it would be nice if you could say
a few words to her today,

just to let her know how
important she is here,

how highly she's valued.

There's nothing like being prompted
into spontaneous well-wishing.

- I'm not.
- You are.

You prompt me quite a lot
on the subject of Sister Quayle.

You appear to be
constantly apologising

that it was you who got my

recommendation for
Matron and not her.

Not at all.

I am simply reminding
you that people

like to know when
they're appreciated.

Very well. I shall start
as I mean to go on.

Sister Livesey, you're
very much appreciated.

Thank you.

All being well,
you shall all be leaving us today.

Yes, sir. Sister's got us all better.

For the second time, I hear.

Yes, sir. I fell off
my bike, sir, back at

home and Sister patched
me up in the hospital.

He says it was me, but I don't know.

I think he just wants
special treatment.

All right, go ahead.
Get yourself some breakfast.

- Tell the cooks I said double bacon
for you all. - Thanks, Sister. Sir.

I feel rather protective.

Don't we all.

Come on...

Do you have free time this afternoon?

We all do.

Do you have plans?

I thought I might tidy the tent,
maybe do some darning.

Would you meet me?

Yes.

Where?

I hadn't really thought
much beyond asking the question.

The woods?

About two?

All right, lad, that's yours.
There you go.

- Very good eggs.
- All right?

Talking a good game back there, Dad.

Talking plain facts.

What are you doing
about this medical?

We'll be all right.

I know we will.

It's not us I'm worried
about, it's you.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Just some of that, please.
- Did you find out who's doing it?

- Which doctor is signing us out.
- Sister said it were a new one.

- What new one?
- I don't know, Raymond.

New doctor.

As long as he doesn't
listen to your chest.

Hey.

I hope you're keeping your gob shut.

No. I'm telling everyone.

Because what I really want
is them all going to pieces.

Which they will, by the way,
if you get caught out.

It'll be all right.

And you're forgetting summat.

I'm blessed, me. I'm charmed.

We all are.

We're the lucky 13.

It'll be all right.

Have a bit of faith, Peacock.

Take a seat, will you?

Dawlish, catch.

I'm not getting involved in this.

- I could bloody kiss you for
this, Tom. - Please don't.

God knows why you want to give up
your pass but I'm not complaining.

I leave a broken man,
spirit diminished, full of despair,

and I shall return with
renewed optimism and vigour.

Most likely you'll return
with a dose of the pox.

You'll be sweating mercury for weeks.

It is a small price to pay.

- What are you going to do?
- Tidy the tent.

- Do some darning.
- Mm.

Go on. You're wasting
precious moments. Piss off.

Why Captain Gillan has seen fit to
give you his two o'clock pass is...

beyond my comprehension.

You'll be back by seven
and I do not want another incident.

Not like last time.

Leave the absinthe well alone.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- What is it?
- Someone has connections on high.

I wonder what ward he
might be going to.

Let me guess.

I don't know what you mean.

- He likes you too.
- Really? Do you think so?

No, he doesn't.
He never even looks at me and...

we're not supposed to get sweet
on any of the boys.

There's a lot we're
not supposed to do.

You really think
he might like me?

- Are you prattling, Marshall?
- No, Matron.

Your uniform is incorrect.
How many times do I have to tell you?

Do you know a Mr Elliot Vincent?

No, Matron.

Why?

As this has come from
headquarters, it makes

it not so much a
request as a command.

Clearly Mr Vincent
has some influence.

He's insisted that you
meet him in town today.

- Is he a relative?
- Yes.

Someone who could help
with your family situation?

With regards to your child.

Potentially.

If you're at the entrance by two
o'clock, there may be a lift for you.

Put your cards down, Charlie.

Dad.

Two reds.

There you go.

Oh...

- Will you stop helping him?
- You stop fleecing him.

- Hey up, hey up.
- Morning.

Morning, Nurse.

Nurse, seeing as it's our last day,
tell us your first name.

- Um, I'm not really supposed to...
- I'm Raymond.

I know these all call me "Peacock"
as I'm so handsome

but my given name's Raymond.

That means "King of the world", that.

"Ray" - King. "Mond" - world.

So, what's your name, then?

- Flora.
- That means "flower".

That's a perfect name for you, that.

Don't do you reckon, Charlie?
Don't you

reckon Nurse's name
is perfect for her?

Yeah, I suppose.

Gosh. Look at all these beds.
I must get on.

Take no notice.

- Where's this MO, then, Sister?
- Get off.

War'll be over by the
time he turns up.

You've got the forms.
Can't you just...

No, I can't.

You just want to keep us here longer.

- Admit it. You're going to miss us.
- Oh, I am. Especially you.

I'll miss you like a
hole in the head.

Come on. You love me really.

No, Private Deeley,
you love you really.

I can't apologise enough.
I got completely lost.

- Captain Osberton. - Do forgive
me for keeping you waiting.

All of you have had trench fever.

From the Crusades onwards.
Damn lice, curse of the soldier.

- What do you reckon?
- Reckon your luck's in, Dad.

Atterbury?

- Burt?
- Here, sir.

- Three Carracks. Can that be
right, Sister? - Brothers, sir.

A pals battalion, Captain.
All from the same street in my city.

Oh, well, in that case
we'll take extra care.

Now, you may need to speak up.
I'm a little hard of hearing.

He-he-he! Dear me!

You're a jammy bugger, Dad.

He's really nice.
Why are you laughing at him?

No, no, it's not like that.

Old bloke like that could
be at home with his

feet up but he's out here
with the rest of us.

- It does your heart proud,
doesn't it? - It does.

- No name.
- No pay book.

Driver said he'd been
heavily sedated.

- Why?
- Bit of a handful.

He's been here before.

I don't know the name but
I recognise the face.

Well, we'll find out when
he wakes up, won't we?

Here they come!

- Ward tent two.
- Ward two, lads.

I could do with your help over here.

Well, the gods are smiling
on me today, Miss Trevelyan.

Hop in.

- Special circumstances.
- Setting a very dangerous precedent.

Now every nurse will want trips
into town with no female chaperone.

Won't be long before someone
gets a bellyful of arms and legs.

This way.

This way. Come this way.

Over here, please.

I do wish you'd stop chattering,
Miss Trevelyan.

I can barely hear myself think.

- No, thank you, Captain.
- Miles.

I told you, call me Miles.

- Do you know the hotel in town?
- I do.

L'Hotel Rose sur Mer.
I keep a room there

for myself and Tom,
Captain Gillan.

Why?

I heard it was...a nice
place to take tea.

Ah, it's delightful!

My plans? Well, since you ask,

I have some rather pressing
private business to attend to.

And then I'm going to go straight to
my room at the hotel and run a bath.

And then I'm going to enjoy a steak
and a bottle, possibly two, of wine.

And if you'd care to
join me then that

would be really
rather marvellous.

I meant in the restaurant, of course.

Slight slip of the tongue
there but obviously

I meant steak and wine
in the restaurant.

Though were you to fling caution to
the winds and join me in the bath,

then, as gallantry is
my constant watchword,

I would of course
take the tap end.

- What the hell are you doing?
- I'm getting out!

Come on, please. It was a joke.

Please get back in the car.

I'll walk.

You can't bloody walk.

Watch me. And I'll walk back as well.

I promise I won't say anything more.
Just get back in the car.

Take your damn hands off me!

You are being ridiculous!

Bloody woman!

I'll be outside the hotel at five.

And much as I would happily leave you
to walk, I can't. So you'll be there.

And we'll travel back
in stony silence.

Oh, and one final thing. I give up.

Yeah.

A1.

Seven...

Now's your chance, lad.

Now's the time.

Thank you, Captain.

- Have you got a match?
- There you go.

I'll come and wave you all off.

Aye. Make sure you do.

Well, then.

Dawlish.

Go on.

Tell me something, Droopy Drawers.

Does a day go by
when you don't drop a bollock?

Shut up, Raymond.

And stop calling me droopy drawers.

Doc's not listening.

He's not listening.

You're a jammy bugger, Dad.

Jammy nothing. I told
you, I'm charmed.

Would you like me to help?

I've done this before. You could sign
the forms once I'd filled them in.

Oh, I'm unconscionably
slow, aren't I?

Yes, please, Sister,
otherwise these

poor chaps will never
get out of here.

Two heads are better than one.

So...

Hans.

- A1.
- Thank you.

Good lad.

Tyrell. Come on, then, Dad.

You're all right there, Sister. I...

You've plenty to be getting on with.
I'll wait for the Captain.

It won't take long. Don't be daft.
Come on.

No, honestly.

What happened?

Did you fall out?

- It's coming.
- What is?

- No!
- Help me.

There you go.

He's one of them poor sods, isn't he?

Stand back. Give him room.

What on earth's going on?

Prentiss.

Par ici, madame.

Puis-je vous offrir quelque chose?

- Monsieur? Voilà.
- Thank you.

- My usual room?
- Oui, monsieur.

Hey, Charlie.

- A1. How's the food?
- Yeah, it's good.

Move yourself. Move yourself.

Go on, this has got to
go back this afternoon.

- Hello, Nurse.
- Hello, Dawlish.

- Are you going for a ride, then?
- Oh, no.

No, I can't really ride it.

I mean, I've had a few
lessons but I'm not

very good at going
round the corners.

I'm turning the engine over.

Joan's... I mean, the Sister
said that that could be my job

because, well, it
needs to be turned

over every day because
of the sea air.

It's not very good for it.

This is the throttle.
And that's how you turn it on.

You're quite the expert.

Well, I'm rather a modern
girl actually, Dawlish.

That's good.

Yes. It is.

Very good.

You see, Dawlish,
in the future we'll all be modern.

Er...

I'd best be going now.

Yeah.

You know it's Sister
Quayle's birthday today?

I thought I might pick
her some blackberries.

She's been very good to me.

- You know, Flora...
- Mm?

I saw you...doing this.

You'll give that young man ideas.

And he's a different class to you.

Oh, well done, Rosalie.

You're not talking to Kitty or Joan
and now I'm not talking to you.

That was quick work. Thank you.

Both.

Keep an eye.

Can you lift your shirt up for me?

Urm...

No need to do that.
Doctor's not doing it.

I am.

Why don't you want me to
listen to your chest?

- A1, Dad.
- Eh, good lad.

I'll see you out there.

Pleurisy.

And double pneumonia.

A few year back.

It's left me with a rattle but it...

It sounds much worse than it is.

It's nothing. Honest.

Breathe in.

How did you get through your medical?

Shoved half a crown across the table.

Hey, no, no, don't, please, don't.

Don't tell him.
Let it be just between me and you.

It's just a rattle.

- It doesn't mean anything. It
doesn't matter. - Yes, it does.

Captain.

Sister Quayle.

Sir.

Do you recall
Lance Corporal Lawrence Prentiss?

I gave you a Blighty
ticket to give to him

so he could get on a
convoy back to England.

You told me you gave him that ticket.

But if that was true,
it would be impossible

for Lance Corporal Lawrence Prentiss
to be here.

Would it not?

With me, Sister Quayle.

Now.

You lied to me.

I missed him, sir.

The convoy left and I couldn't find
the Lance Corporal in time.

Sir, this is not
Sister Quayle's fault.

I did everything in my
power to find him in time.

I truly did.

I lied...

...because I wanted you
to think well of me, sir.

I would have thought better of you
if you'd told me the truth.

Prentiss is now under the expert care
of Sister Livesey.

Dismissed.

That ticket was
rescinded by Colonel

Purbright and you wrote
out another one?

You countermanded
your senior officer?

Have you completely
lost your mind?

Prentiss needed to go home.

He had a chance, Grace.

Now he has grand mal seizures.

And no control over his limbs
unless he's doped up to his eyeballs.

He had a chance! And now he hasn't!

If she'd told me the truth
I could have done something.

- Like what?
- I don't know. Something.

If she'd told me the truth.
But she didn't. She lied.

She lied!

I cant stand this.

I can't make it stop.

I'll sit with him now, Sister.
Thank you very much.

Lawrence.

- Laurie.
- Laurie.

When you were here before,
listening to this helped.

I don't know why but it did.

Perhaps it'll help again.

Un Bel Di

It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right.

It's all right, Lawrence.

Hold the blanket.

Lawrence...

Laurie... We're here.

We're here.

Katherine.

Elliot.

You look well.

Mademoiselle.

Thé pour deux, s'il vous plait.

A nurse.

A ministering angel. I could
hardly believe it when I heard.

I would have thought you'd have been
too busy to leave England.

I am.

But it was imperative to see you.

Proceedings can begin.

You need to acknowledge
your confession.

I want the whole squalid business
cleared up quickly.

I want to marry again.

I didn't write this.

But they are the facts, are they not?

You did have an affair.

Of course, you can contest it.

Good.

Go ahead and ask me.
I know you want to.

How is she?

She's very well.

Getting taller, losing
her baby teeth.

She lives with my sister
and all her cousins.

It's better for a child.

She has the very best.

She's happy-

Does she ask for me?

You scared her, Kitty.

You scared me.

You shouldn't have taken her away.

I didn't know what else to do.

May I write to her?

Saying what?

I just don't want her
to think that...

I've forgotten her,

that I don't...

love her more than my own life,

that I don't think about her
every minute of every day.

You can tell her yourself.

She's here?

Go easy, though.
It's been a long day and she's tired.

Sylvie.

Sylvie...

My little monkey.

Sylvie, it's mummy.

It's mummy.

You're not going to let
me see her, are you?

They're expecting me
back at the hospital.

Someone's driving me there.

If I don't... If I don't turn up,

they will come looking.

So I'm going to leave this room...

...and you're going to let me leave.

I'm not playing this game any more.

Aren't you?

Ow, bitch! Ow!

I rather think not.

This is private. Don't interfere.

I'm afraid I must.

Do step back, there's a good chap.

That's a fine way for an Englishman
to behave towards a serving nurse.

A whore in nurse's uniform
is still a whore.

Isn't that right?

On your back, knees to the sky.

I'll have your name, sir.

Don't tum your back on me.
I hold the King's commission.

A Captain in the RAMC?

Come back when you're Field Marshal.

I think it's time we
should be heading back.

Are you all right?

Well, Sister's absolutely right.
You shouldn't have been here at all.

- Your lungs are a mess, man.
- We have to stay together.

We have to. We're the lucky 13s.

Just a superstition.
There's nothing lucky about a number.

No, there's everything
lucky about it.

We've been where we've
been and there's no

lad around us that's
got out of there alive

and all we've got is scratches.

And trench fever.

You'd best believe that we're lucky.

I'm "old man“, me. I'm "Dad".

I hold my boys together.

My dear fellow,
you'll be dragging your boys down.

They'll be looking after
you, not themselves.

It won't be long before
winter comes and

that chest of yours
isn't going to cope.

It were fine before, weren't it?

And we're not going to
get another winter out

here like we did. It'd be madness.
Wouldn't it?

- Please.
- Private Tyrell,

it's commendable that
you want to serve but

I'm sure there's still
plenty you can do.

Sister will give that to the clerk.

And they'll make the arrangements.

I'm so sorry.

But they'll understand.

So I just go home now, do I?

Sit in that house and wait for
them telegrams to arrive?

Knowing it's my fault?

I have to do what's right for you.

Over here!

Come on, over here!

Pass it!

What?

- I failed.
- No.

- Sorry, lad.
- No.

Hey.

Raymond, what's the matter?

Hey.

We're all dead men!

Hey, stop him!

Come back, Deeley!

Listen to me, Raymond.

Raymond.

You run, you're going
to get bloody shot!

They'll shoot me anyway!

We're fucked! We're dead!

You're not going to run.
I'm not going to

bloody let you. Now, you
get up and you walk.

Get him up. Get him up.

You're all right. You're all right.

- Pulse and temperature.
- Yes, Sister.

You know him?

I nursed him when he was here before.

I'm very sorry to see him back.

Well, I'll do my best for him.

It'll be all right.

I'm sorry about Roland, Margaret.

It's the situation he's
angry with, not you.

The Colonel couldn't make it plainer
what he thinks of me.

But I'm not going to
let that ruin my day.

Not after you've gone
to so much trouble.

Margaret,

the Blighty ticket...

You did destroy it, didn't you?

Well, of course I did, Grace.

I never wanted it put into my hands
in the first place.

Why would I keep such a thing?

You show 'em what you're made of.

- All right?
- Thanks, Dad.

That's it, all right.

- Next.
- 57946, Reynolds P.

Off you go. Name?

Chin up, all right? And
you'll be all right.

Yeah.

Now, you look after yourselves.

For me.

Where's Charlie?

I won't gossip.

Thank you, Miles.

Nothing to thank me for.

Charlie, I know what
you're going to say.

I'm sorry but there's nothing
can be done. He can't go back.

I never fell off my bike. I never
got smashed up. I just said that.

You don't know me from the hospital.

I work at a restaurant back home.

At The Chophouse.

I wait a bit of table
when they're busy.

It's no surprise you
couldn't place me.

You don't have eyes for
anyone else, really.

When you're with him.

He's a nice man.

Friendly.

Lovely manners. Always
left a big tip.

You can hardly hear his accent.

And I mean, it was
all right back then.

We was all friends but...

it's different now.

And here's you,

in an army hospital,

and him, a German.

Well, he could be so
close, couldn't he?

The trenches are only 50 miles away.

And people do talk.

They do like to point the finger.

Are you blackmailing me?

Two weeks I've been
here and I've not

breathed a word and I
wouldn't have done.

Not ever.

But now... Now I'm in a predicament.

My mates, my brothers, are in bits.

So I've got to put the
big boots on, haven't I?

I don't take no pleasure
from doing this, Sister,

but we all stay together,
we all stay alive.

So I've got to use what I've got.

And this is what I've got.

- What do you want?
- You know what I want.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

Tear that one up
and copy one of the other ones.

- It won't be nothing to you.
- But it is.

Well, then, you'll have to work out
what's worth more.

And you'd best hurry
because they're lining us up.

All A1.

Like I said, I don't take
no pleasure in doing this.

It...

It just had to be done.

You and him, you look good together.

Right? Some people
just do, don't they?

They just look right with each other.

Thank you.

- Where've you been?
- Get in the line. Don't ask.

Dawlish and Tyrell, Sergeant.

Next.

- 59268. Carrick.
- Next.

Hey, how did you manage that?

Isn't this such a treat?

Now, Sister Livesey.

Since it's my birthday,
you have to indulge me.

I'm all agog because it transpires
that you are a woman of mystery.

- There's nothing mysterious
about me. - Oh, but there is.

You haven't breathed a word
about the fact that you're betrothed.

- I'm not.
- Oh, come now.

Dear Miss Berwick has seen the ring.

Tell us all about him.
Is he in uniform?

Do show us. We love a romance.

And there's nothing
more romantic than a

nurse in love with her
brave, brave man.

Show us.

Oh. And what's his name?

Charlie.

And which regiment? Is he an officer?

He's a Lance Corporal.

Royal Engineers.

Oh, my dear. I've upset you.

I didn't mean to.

Please excuse me.

Oh, no.

That is the last thing I wanted.

Who hasn't had any?

- Thank you, Sister.
- There you are.

My God!

What, pray, is the meaning of this?

- You know what I'm looking for.
- I destroyed it.

I've known you for a very long time.

You hit back at those that hurt you.

What a little attack dog you are.

You turn on your oldest friend
in favour of your new master.

I feel quite sickened.

Then you'll have to feel sickened.

Because I think...
No, I'm certain that you kept it.

Because you knew the damage
it could do to Roland.

To punish him for not
making you Matron.

- You should have turned it down.
- Well, I didn't.

You let me be humiliated.

There's an order to things.

Everyone was looking at me
knowing it was mine. Everyone.

You let me endure the
shame of being passed

over after everything
I've done for you.

You took what was mine
and you should have

turned it down. You
let me be shamed!

That's how you repay me!

Am I expected to be
grateful for ever?

You're expected to be loyal.

I saved you.

Perhaps I would have been happier
if you hadn't.

Oh, you'd have been ruined.

A laughing stock, a pariah.

You'd have been nothing.

You certainly wouldn't
have been Matron.

Do you know what they say about you?

They say that you and the Colonel
are especially close.

But I could tell them otherwise.

Couldn't I?

I could tell them that your tastes
are far more exotic.

Sister Quayle,

you've been working very hard
and you must be exhausted.

I'm sending you home
on two weeks' leave.

And while you are on leave,

you will think very
carefully about whether

you can continue to
work here under me.

If you can't, I will arrange for your
transfer as far away as possible.

Use the time wisely.

I couldn't get a message to you.

I couldn't turn down the pass.

No-one turns down a pass.

Well, you've made Miles' day.

I only saw him in the car.

He was very polite.

The thing is...

...maybe it was for the best.

Not meeting.

Why?

I'd be the one sent home.

Not you.

I don't want to be sent home.

I came here to work.

Not to get entangled.

Understood.

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

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

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

Goodbye!

Good luck!

Oh, sod it!

- Hey! Hey!
- Halt! Get back here now.

It's all right, Sergeant.
He'll be back.

- Whoo!
- He did it, lads.

- Come on, lad.
- Well done, lad.

I reckon you're the
prettiest girl ever.

Oh, Charlie Dawlish.

All right now, Raymond?

Yeah, I'm all good, Dad.

Good lad.

- Back in line.
- Come on. Fall in.

Come on, lover boy.

Hey, it's about bloody time.

Squad, by the left,

quick march!

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

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

We have to leave.

It's not safe here any more.

Find someone else to
dance to your tune.

All rules and duty.

You know nothing about me.

- Always yapping at my heels,
aren't you? - Every King must fall.

- Shit.
- I need to ask you some questions.