All language subtitles for Survivors s02e12 Over the Hills.enng

MELANIE: Ready!

Go!

DAVE: Come on, Alan.
You haven't got long.

-Come on, Alan! Go on!
-Quickly. You can do it! Go on, Alan!

Come on, Alan! Go on, don't stop!

-Go on, Alan!
-Come on, Alan. Faster!

How's it going, Mel?

Oh, God!

Now!

Stop it, Alan. Please!

Now!

I said now, Pete!

-Go on, Alan. Get up there.
-Go on. Quickly!

Come on. You can do it.

-Go on, Alan. Faster.
-Go on, faster.

-Come on.
-I'm coming. I'm coming.

Hurry up, Mel.
I can't hold him any longer.

-Hold it, come on.
-Come on, Alan. Come on.

Stupid, daft,
crazy rotten game that was!

Well, you weren't
in any danger, were you?

Oh, get lost!

No one's got killed yet, Dave.

Have they?

It'll blow up, that.

It seemed to stop giving off gas
about two days ago.

-Seems to take about 12 days.
-Eh?

It seems to take about 12 days
to give off all the gas it can.

Now, it's got 18 cubic feet
of manure in there, Hubert.

-So, what's 12s into 18?
-Uh, 12s into 18...

-That's right, one and a half.
-Oh, one and a half.

We gotta put one and a half cubic feet
of manure in there everyday, okay?

-And that's all.
-Do pigs give off that much?

Well, if they don't,
we have to use cow dung

or vegetable compost
mixed up with water.

Oh, I see.

Oi, look out.
It's all spilling out this end.

Yeah. Well, the same amount
comes out there as I put in here.

Well, what's the point, then?

All that stuff's given off all the gas.

-What, in there?
-Yeah.

That's what takes
about 12 days to fill it up.

Then what?

Well, I just have to find
some way of drawing it off.

Then build a gas holder.

Just so long as I'm nowhere near
when it blows up.

-How will you make a gas holder?
-Well, it shouldn't prove too difficult.

Basically it's only one container
inverted inside another.

Just feed in the gas underneath,
and the inner one rises as it fills.

Why don't you just pipe it through
to where you need, the workshop?

Well, all Jack needs in there is just
some bellows and a charcoal fire.

I don't wanna use that
for heat or light.

What, power?

GREG: You can drive a car
with methane gas.

JENNY: Very straight. Okay?
CHARLES: First find your car.

Well, I've already started experiments
with an old motorbike engine.

The conversion valve isn't difficult.

The problem is
the amount of gas you gotta carry

to make the whole thing worthwhile.

You don't seriously intend to run a car?

No, of course not.

The only form of transport anyone's
gonna know around here is the horse.

So why do we need an engine?
Use the water wheel down at the mill.

-Yeah, if the kids'll let you in there.
-What?

Well, they've turned it into
a sort of club for themselves.

-You should go down there sometime.
-We could still use it as a mill.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah, but you can't drive
a tractor with a water wheel.

-Tractor?
-Yeah.

Must be dozens of them rotting away
in deserted farmyards.

That you can run on methane gas?

It'll take a bit of experimentation,
but I reckon I can do it.

Wait a minute. I thought we agreed

we'd never become dependent on anything
we can't replace ourselves.

Well, I can keep a tractor
in working order.

Replace a carburettor, gearbox, clutch
without a factory or machine tools?

If you had the same
amount of faith in me as an engineer

as I have in you as a farmer,

you'd realise that by the time I needed
a new clutch, I'd be able to make one.

What's more, I would have trained
someone like Alan to make one, too.

-Well, I still think we can do without.
-Well, of course we can.

Just think how liberating
a tractor would be.

You can dig ditches,
cut hedges, spread muck.

A man with a tractor can plough
a five-acre field in a day.

If we don't show some positive progress
before the winter sets in...

You know, you really should
go down to the mill.

The mill, why?

Well, those two, Alan and Melanie.

They've been down there
most of the afternoon.

Well, at least we've achieved
some leisure, Greg.

It's Sunday afternoon,
why shouldn't they?

-I thought you were hot?
-Oh, aren't you?

Let's go for a swim, then.

We could go down by the weir.

-It's great down there.
-Oh, I don't fancy rivers.

Where shall we go, then?

South of France, spot of water skiing?

-Oh, very good.
-It was your scene, not mine.

Furthest I ever got was Southend.

We used to take
a couple of mates and the bikes

and burn it up all the way to Southend.

I can imagine.

Oh, come on. Let's swim, Mel.
We needn't go down by the weir.

We could go up by the meadow,
we'd be on our own there.

Melanie!

-Melanie!
-I said I'd help Pet with the cheese.

But it's Sunday, they don't
make us work on Sundays now.

You can't want to go back
to the camp, surely?

Camp?

Don't you think...

-Now where are you going?
-I'm going for a swim.

Alan must be 22 at least.

Climbing a rope to see how strong he is?
Seems incredibly childish to me.

Oh, it's not just climbing it.

You see, the others hold the other end,
and as he climbs up, well,

every 10 seconds or so...

Yes?

Oh, it's like you say, childish.

Pass me the rennet, will you?

-Pet...
-Hmm?

I don't know how to put this, but,

well, we live a funny sort of life here
and are you regular?

-What?
-Your monthlies?

-Too regular.
-Mine's seven weeks late now.

Doesn't necessarily
mean anything, does it?

-Not necessarily. Any other symptoms?
-Yeah.

So you're having a baby?

-It doesn't follow.
-I'd see Ruth.

And don't look so alarmed.

I didn't mean to have one.

That's not the sort of thing
that we can help nowadays.

-Well, we should be able to.
-Sally.

-Well, it beats me.
-I just don't want to, that's all.

You were wanting me this afternoon
when I climbed up that rope in the mill.

I suppose you only did it because
you thought it would turn me on.

Coming up the hill just now,
you wanted me then as well.

Come on, Mel.

We've made love before, lots of times.
It was great for both of us.

-Not at this time of the month.
-Oh, not that again.

It's all right for you.

-Melanie!
-I'm not risking it.

But it wouldn't be so bad even if you...

Charles will be knocked out.

-Are you sure?
-I told her to see Ruth.

But I don't think
there is very much doubt.

Well, I must say
that makes me very happy.

Someone pregnant at last.

I don't think Sally's
all that happy about it.

Oh, she's bound to be
a bit apprehensive.

But Ruth will soon reassure her.

Sally's the kind of girl whose father
would've turned her out of the house

if that had happened in the old days.

Well, it's not the old days.
I'll have a talk to her.

I'd leave it to Ruth.

I just want to make her see
that if she's having a baby,

-it's something to be proud of.
-I'd still leave it to Ruth.

Oh. Oh, well...

Maybe you're right.

-Did he go back to the farm?
-I don't know. He left with Mel.

How long have they been gone?

About an hour.
You might find them down by the river.

-He wanted her to go for a swim.
-That far away, huh?

-That's what Mel said.
-He really fancies her, doesn't he?

I wouldn't say that.

He'd probably live with her if he could.

No, Alan wouldn't live with anyone.

He might.

He doesn't need to, does he?

-You should be glad, really.
-Glad?

Ugh.

Four girls and three blokes.
If we ever started pairing off,

that would leave one of you
out in the cold for good.

With no sign of life anywhere else,
at least not since the last place,

it wouldn't be fair
on the ones left out, would it?

I love Alan.

-Here, have some knockout.
-No, thank you.

-It's better than the mint tea.
-It makes me sick.

So does that mint tea, come to that.

Unless it's something else.

What's bothering you, Sal?

My mother was 18 hours
in labour having me.

My dad often told me
as if it was my fault.

And she was in hospital.

(ALAN WHISTLING)

Hello. Hey, you wanna watch it, Sal.

That stuff of Melanie's
can put you out, you know.

At least there's something that can.

-Where is Melanie anyway?
-Gone back, why?

Did you have an enjoyable swim together?

(ALAN SCOFFS)

No escape from this place, is there?

You just can't move
without everybody knowing

where you are and what you're doing!

-Give over, Dave!
-You're a right one, aren't you?

What?

You know what you've done to Sal,
don't you, Dad?

(DAVE PLAYING DRUMS)

Dave seems to think
you're having a baby.

Is that right?

Looks like it.

That's a turn-up, innit?

Was that last time,
when we played the game, afterwards?

You mean is it yours? Of course.

There isn't anyone else.

Cheer up, Sal.

Think what a fuss
they'll all make of you.

Nobody has had a baby
at Whitecross since Jenny had hers.

-Jenny's married.
-Never.

Anyway, what's that got to do with it?

Hey, you don't think
they're going to chuck you out

because you're having a baby, do you?

I love you, Alan.

Well, I'm not gonna run away, Sal.

If it's my baby, I'm not gonna deny it.

We could live together.

But we all live together,
that's the point.

You won't be having it on your own.
Everybody here will look after you.

I don't wanna be married to everyone.

A marriage.

-She actually wants that?
-To Alan. Catch him!

Yeah, but no one here
is actually married.

Oh, well, I don't mean
she necessarily wants a wedding.

Though I wouldn't put it past her.

"I plight thee my troth
for this day forever."

She'd have a white satin dress
and bridesmaids if she could.

Oh, don't send up marriage too much.
It wasn't a bad idea in its day.

Oh, I wouldn't have
got married even then.

Al least that's one thing
we got shut of for good.

-Yeah. Well, I'd marry Jenny.
-Well, you might. Yes.

Yeah. And Charles would marry Pet,
with ceremony and all.

If it didn't create a moral precedent

which we can't afford
just at the present time.

Well, don't talk to me, tell Sally.

PET: If one had to be married to be
allowed to have a baby, Sally...

I don't mean literally married,

just living together properly
like you and Charles.

Even so...

If babies are limited
only for the people

who have decided to live
together permanently,

well, the way things are
here at present,

that puts the entire future
of this place onto Jenny and me.

And I don't seem to be able
to help very much.

Lucky you.

What are you so afraid of?

I just hoped that Alan might have
wanted to live me, that's all.

I know it's hopeless, really.

Has Alan even said he loves you?

Alan doesn't need to love anyone.

Why should she expect me
to live with her

just because she's having my baby?

Even in the old world
they didn't force you to marry.

CHARLES: In the old world,
she'd have been on the pill.

(CHUCKLES) Not our Sally.

You know what surprises me?
That more of the girls aren't pregnant.

Well, it's not our fault.

It's not.
It's Melanie, she makes the rules.

Honestly, I think she keeps a chart
on them all.

-And Sally broke the rules?
-No, she didn't.

More of a stickler for the safe period
than the rest of them.

She was just born unlucky, that's all.

Unlucky?

Sally's pregnancy is the best thing
that's happened here.

You make her see that.

-Who'd want a baby in this dump?
-GREG: Oh, there are other dumps?

Hmm. Start having kids, you'll never
have the chance to find out.

And you're going to find out, are you?
Well, how?

Once you've got that motorbike going...

No, no, no. The only thing
I'm gonna get going is the tractor.

Oh, if you can make a tractor,
one day you'll be able to make a car.

Yeah, and someone can go off
and clear all the roads.

-Phil and Judy got away.
-And I wonder what happened to them.

Oh, probably in Paris by now,
sipping Pernod on the Boul' Mich.

Paris is just a compost heap.

-You can't be sure of that.
-Of course I'm sure of it.

-When we were in London...
-Oh, you found 500 people

you didn't even know existed.

Yeah. And there was a chap
with a radio who said

he'd been in contact
with the rest of the world.

Three or four places, that's all.
Rest of the world?

There were only 12 people
left alive in Cairo.

Who'd ever want to go to Cairo?

Does she seriously think
that there are still some bright lights

burning in the world?

-Yeah. Well, there might be.
-Not a chance.

You can't be sure.
There must be some city somewhere.

South America, Australia, Japan.

There must be somewhere
the plague didn't reach.

GREG: Never.

You can't really expect us
to accept the idea

we're gonna have to spend
the rest of our lives here.

Good God! Does she think
if one of them gets pregnant,

she'll be turned out of doors
in disgrace?

Is that why Sally wants to marry Alan,

'cause she's afraid of being branded
as an unmarried mother?

She just wants someone
to look after her.

-Someone to depend on and keep her safe.
-Safe!

We'll keep her safe,
did you tell her that?

We are more to be relied on
than young Alan.

Perhaps we should have a party.

-A what?
-To celebrate. The whole community.

Pet, that is a very good idea.

Make her see that the baby
is something to rejoice in.

A new generation.
Faith in the future. Ruth!

We're gonna have a party.

-Whatever brought that on?
-Sally's pregnancy.

Oh, we're not sure she is pregnant yet.

I'd say she's due in six months' time.

She's seen you at last?

I asked her to help me
give the calf an injection.

It wasn't too difficult
to bring the subject up then.

She'd never have come to me
about it cold.

You told her there was
nothing to worry about?

Yes, I did.
But I don't think she believed me.

She told me that her mother
was in labour with her

18 hours in a hospital.

So she's just afraid of the birth, then.

With no anaesthetics to speak of,
no surgery if anything goes wrong,

it's understandable.

-Oh, is that all?
-All?

Well, you told her that women
were having babies thousands of years

before anaesthetics were even invented?

Natural childbirth.

Like the cow dropping her calf.

How lovely to be a man!

Well, there's no reason
to expect any complication,

-she's a normal, healthy girl.
-Well, Charlie...

It's your duty as a doctor
to reassure her, Ruth.

And I did.

Why should she believe me?
I've never had a baby.

Get Jenny to talk to her.
At least Jenny's been through it.

I'll talk to her
and we'll have that party.

We need to establish a completely
new set of mores

if we're to have any future.

There is more in this
than Charles understands.

And there's more in Charles
than you understand.

It's not Sally's baby
he's so anxious to see born.

It's his own.

It's good news, Sally.
I've been waiting for this for months.

-Can't you see how important it is?
-Can see it's important to me.

No, no, no, no. For all of us.

Here we are, we're what, 28 people,

scratching out a living
on this hillside.

Your baby will give everyone
the sense of commitment

we seem to lack at the moment.
Not even Pet's conceived yet.

-I'm sure she will soon.
-No.

Now, there's nothing to fear, Sally.

I know Ruth may not have
a fully equipped obstetrics ward,

but she did go to medical school.

And she learnt more there
about natural childbirth

than ever they taught
in your mother's day.

(SIGHS) I suppose so.

I know you want to marry Alan, but...

I know if I did, it would be
very unfair on the other girls.

Well, yes. I'm afraid it would.

You see, amongst 28 people
who've come together by chance,

well, we'll never get enough to be able
to pair off together like we used to.

Don't be such a rag-bag!

I mean, look, there's Maggie and Elsie,

everybody's very fond of them,
but no man really fancies them.

Hubert does.

(CHUCKLING) But they don't fancy Hubert.

Poor Hubert.

There's always Jack.

If he's got eyes for anyone,
it's for Melanie.

Oh, they've all got their eyes
for Melanie.

She won't have any of them,
at least not for keeps.

Melanie wants to go to Paris.

Still dreaming of the gay life
she used to have.

Well, there you are, you see.

How many girls are there under 25?
More than there are boys.

And we can't deny them children

just because there's no one
to live with them permanently.

So that's why we're giving you
a party, Sally.

-Party?
-Yes. With you as guest of honour.

-Oh, no, Charlie...
-No, no, no...

I'm gonna see Daniella about it now.

Well, it's a good an excuse as any
for a party, isn't it? The best.

Ah!

-You've been a naughty girl, eh?
-What?

Got yourself into trouble, I hear.

A party, with music and dancing, too?

Yeah. Well, Greg can play his guitar.

-And if we have it outside...
-On mid-summer night!

Why not? It's only a week away.

Oh, is it so soon? There's not much
time for all to be ready.

-The sooner the better, Daniella.
-Si, Si, there's plenty to help.

And if I can bake some of the food,
and we do extra baking...

-A wedding feast.
-Ah! Well, it's hardly that.

Bride and groom
at the head of the table.

And lanterns in the trees,
when dark it grows.

Will Jack and the others be back?

Yes, I hope so. Look, Daniella, you do
realise they're not getting married.

Si, married!

And, you know, I was thinking
when I went past that house in the tree.

-It's not for illness you need it now.
-No, it's falling to bits, Daniella.

Oh, yes. But Jack and Alan will mend it.

That house in the tree is just the place
for Alan and Sally,

and the baby when it comes.

Daniella, they're not
going to live together.

We're having this party
to show how much we all

rejoice in the birth of the baby.

-Now, we need babies, don't we?
-Babies.

Yes. Well, we want to show
that every girl living here

has the right to have a baby whether
she lives with the father or not.

With the father!

Saw that little hussy go by just now.
Got one in the oven, hasn't she?

Alan that is, I bet.
That lad ought to be gelded.

Ain't got enough to do, those kids,
have they?

Little slut.

I really don't think
it's necessary, Sally.

I only examined you
the day before yesterday.

I don't want you to examine me, Ruth.

I want you to get rid of it for me.

-About six months, Ruth says.
-So, December?

Hmm. Round about Christmas.

Well, we can see that she gets
all the vitamins she needs.

At least living this sort of life
mother and child should be healthy.

It's the psychological side
that worries me.

Yeah, social side, too.

Hubert plays the outraged citizen
every time he sees her.

She takes no notice of that, I hope.

This party you're giving,

Daniella seems to see it
as some kind of a wedding breakfast.

Well, it's bound to take a bit of time
for people like Hubert to adjust.

It's the attitude of the young
that worries me.

Well, they don't expect her
to get married, do they?

No, no, no. Well, thanks to Melanie,

they seem to think getting pregnant
is somehow letting the side down.

And that's where you can help, Jenny.

You make them see
what a good thing it is to have a baby.

They'll believe it from you.
You're the only one here that's had one.

Well, see you.

Uh, I'm not so sure.

Jenny?

-Yes.
-You all right?

An abortion!

-She asked for that?
-RUTH: Yes.

What did you tell her?

That I didn't recommend it.

On medical grounds.

On other grounds, too, I should imagine.

She told me it was time
I invented an efficient contraceptive.

Well, I have tried.

Melanie's always on at me,
so are the other women.

-I didn't know this.
-It's nothing to do with you.

What, that you're putting your mind
to thinking of ways

to stop women from having babies?

Have you forgotten there are
hardly any people in the world?

It took women thousands of years
to achieve the opportunity

not to conceive against their will.

And now when they finally
get that freedom...

Freedom to let the world die out?

One of the worst effects of the plague,
to my mind,

is that women are just going to be
childbearers again.

-Not just.
-You'll see how it turns out.

Well, I don't intend to help put women
back into the dark ages again

just because the world needs people.

Not even for love,
not even for Paul, would I risk it.

A child is not a threat.

Look, if Sally doesn't want
to bring up her baby,

then nobody's going to force her to.
Her freedom is not in jeopardy.

The community will rear her child
if she wants it to.

In care, as they used to call it.

Don't be ridiculous.

There's nothing of charity
in the idea of a kibbutz.

Look, can't you see that women will be
more liberated than they ever were

before they were on the pill?

You can't sublimate
a natural instinct, Ruth.

Don't worry about me.

You can still be a mother and a doctor.

I am not frustrated, I am fulfilled.

(SCOFFS)

Well, don't look so surprised.

The only known doctor?
Of course I'm fulfilled, so are you.

I am hardly relevant to this argument.

Before the plague,
your ideas of self sufficiency

made you a crank in the eyes
of the supermarket society.

But now you've come into your own.

The death of the world
has given you a much happier life

than you ever had before.

Here, you're king.

But what about Melanie?

Living with her film director boyfriend
in Saint Germain des Pr�s.

The Lamborghini down the autoroute
to Cannes for the weekend.

Movies and parties, shops and clothes.

A world you despised,
but she revelled in.

No wonder she's digging her heels in.
The most you've got to offer

is a harvest supper once a year
and motherhood.

She's even younger than I am.
Two or three good years to look back on.

You had nearly half your life.
All right for some, wasn't it?

What on earth was all that about?

She means to live as a nun.

What?

An attractive young woman like Ruth,

repressing all her natural instincts
for her work, it's absurd!

She can lead a full life here as a woman
and still be a damn good doctor.

There must a man for her, Pet.

Perhaps you.

What?

You might be more fortunate with her.

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BABY CRYING)

All right, Paul, I'm coming.

Lizzie's still asleep.

That's good.

-It's only thunder, isn't it?
-Mmm-hmm.

Lizzie might be frightened if she wakes.

Well, she won't be if you tell her
that it's just thunder, will she?

-Now, go on, hop it. Get back to bed.
-All right, I'll tell her.

Just thunder.

Just thunder.

That was a tree coming down just now.

GREG: Mmm-hmm.

It could have come down on the house.

I hate being so close to the woods.

It's not being struck by lightning
or felled by trees that's so worrying

as what the rain's
going to do to the hay.

Yeah. Suppose we have rain like this
in August. Suppose the harvest is...

Well, just suppose
that you stop supposing, hmm?

Hmm.

When I think of all
that's growing out there.

All that we've planted and worked on.

And to know it'd only take
two weeks heavy rain at harvest time.

Well, we'd just have to start
all over again, hmm?

Yes.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

And Charles expects me to tell Sally
it's a good thing to have a baby.

CHARLES: Ah!

Well, we needed rain.

Not all at once.

-What's it like in the valley?
-Ah, the river broke its banks.

-Oh, it flooded the barley.
-Yeah, well, it's drying up.

Well, at least our hay will dry out.

Yeah, if we turn it enough
and it doesn't rain any more.

Well, it could have been worse, Greg.

-Charles.
-Yeah?

I wouldn't rely on Jenny
to help Sally over her hang-ups.

She was wishing last night
that she didn't have a child of her own.

Children are our only real hope.
Proof that we mean to go on.

Give us the roots we need.

Yeah, but if you're going to
put down roots,

you got to be sure of your ground first.

Well, unless we do put them down,
we never shall be.

Unless we commit ourselves here,
we'll always be just squatters,

whatever we grow.

Alan and Melanie seem to think

there's always something better
to be had on the other side of the hill.

Grass always greener.

They'll never settle here.

-Move on like gypsies?
-Yeah.

Like Mark Carter.

Well, we're giving that party tonight
for Sally's baby.

Let's hope that gives us
a sense of commitment.

(GREG PLAYING THE GUITAR)

(TAPPING ON GLASS)

-To Sally.
-ALL: To Sally!

-GREG: And the baby.
-Come on, Sal, speech.

-Come on!
-All right, then, all right.

If she doesn't want to
say anything, then I will.

Oh, I knew he would!
He likes to hear himself talk.

(LAUGHING)

You know...

We've lost half the hay,
and the barley is underwater.

Now Ruth tells me that
the horse is going lame.

And Jack and the others
are still not yet back from

getting the salt
that we so desperately need.

But Sally,
Sally is going to have a baby.

And that more than makes up
for the rest of it.

-A brother or a sister for baby Paul.
-HUBERT: Aye.

Yes, and for John, Lizzie, Norma, Yarra.

HUBERT: She's not their mother, too,
is she?

You're the father, Hubert.

-I am not the father!
-Yes, you are, Hubert.

You see,
we're all of us mothers and fathers.

It doesn't matter a hoot about the hay
or the barley, they're simply setbacks.

Look, this is our land.

It's fertile for us to sow
and to harvest.

It's capable of infinite prosperity,

as long as we ensure
that there are enough of us to work it.

We have a stake in the future.

And Sally's baby remember,
like Jenny's Paul,

will have no bitter memories
of the old world

to mar the excitement of the new one.

And so for them, and for these,

and for the others yet to be born,

we have to make the world good

for them to make it better.

So, Greg, give us a song.

We've got something to celebrate.

The future.

ALL: The future!

Well, and who would like some more pie?

I kept one back in the kitchen
for the greedy.

-Hubert?
-Wouldn't say no.

-No, do not.
-JOHN: I'd like some more pie, please.

Lots more pie!

Where you put it all,
young man, I don't know.

Thank you very much.

Sally, will you be having some more pie?

No, thank you.

You must be
eating for two now, remember.

What I really would like is an orange.

-I got this crazy feeling for oranges.
-You will not see those again.

Oh, I don't know, there must be some
somewhere. In Spain, wild ones.

And that's not so far away.

We could fetch them together
when Greg's fixed the motorbike.

Well, we can hardly go by tractor.

Loving and living

Like birds in the trees
and bees in the honey hives

You're feverish.

Feel her, Ruth,
she's running a temperature.

-Oh, it's nothing serious.
-Well, it could be.

Well, I'd put her to bed if I were you.

Come on, Lizzie, let's tuck you in.

-You too, John, bedtime. Sorry.
-I'm having some more pie.

Yeah, you'll make yourself sick,
come on.

Not yet.

Norma and Yarra aren't going to bed yet.

See, I told you it'd be all right,
didn't I, Sal? Eh?

He should have stood by
what he done, that's what I say.

Make an honest woman of you.

-Sally, come on down here.
-Yeah, come on, Sal.

Like birds in the trees
and bees in the honey hives

If you keep your love alive,
you'll survive

But you gotta keep going

Reaping and sowing

Keep on living

Loving and living

Like birds in the trees
and bees in the honey hives

Exciting, is it, our new world?

Oh, it can be.
It will be if you go at it all out.

I suppose you'd like me
to be pregnant, too.

-Find that unreasonable?
-As a matter of fact, I do.

-Aren't you being a little selfish?
-Selfish?

Who's going to look after you
when you're Elsie's age?

Frankly, I don't expect
to be Elsie's age.

And that's not being selfish?

If you want to know, Charles,
I think you're obsessed.

If you want to know,

I think you're old enough to be
a little more responsible.

Whether you like it or not,
you are an influence here.

So make it a good one, hmm?

How about you, Charles?
Would you like to be influenced?

-Please be serious.
-I'm very serious.

After all, if we're going to have
a baby farm here,

the least you can do
is let the women chose the fathers.

...you'll survive

Oh, I feel terrible.

What did you put in that wine, Pet,
hemlock?

I can hardly get up.

Just not used to the hard stuff, Greg,
that's all.

-Elderflower wine?
-That's Melanie's gin.

GREG: That is gin?
SALLY: What did you think it was, water?

Come on, I'll take you home.

Jenny won't want to see me
looking like this.

Yes, well, come to the bungalow.

I'm sure Ruth's got something
to make you feel better.

Where would we all be without Dr Ruth?

-She's asleep.
-It's really nothing, Jenny.

Couple of days and
she'll be as right as rain.

Mmm. The slightest sign of fever
terrifies me.

Well, that's only natural.
Come on, let's get back to the party.

No, I'd rather not.

Well, the kids will be all right
on their own.

Yes, yes, I know. It's just that I want
to be asleep when Greg comes back.

Or at least pretend to be.

Don't let Charles hear you say that.

Oh, Charles.
He's become such a romantic lately.

As if a baby or two can
give anyone any sense of permanence.

So you keep your distance, too?

I don't want another.

I thought you said
that Ruth would be here.

Probably seeing how Lizzie is.

-You feeling any better?
-Yeah, thanks.

It really knocked me out for a minute.

-What does the girl make it with?
-I shudder to think.

-Ah, I must get home.
-Jenny'll miss you?

Hmm. She's probably asleep.

Usually is these days.

What do you mean?

She's not very happy.

We're both restless, Pet.

Charlie depends on you.

I wonder.

-He feels so responsible.
-For choosing this place?

Perhaps.

Well, it's good land.
He's right from his point of view.

But not from yours.

-I really must get home.
-Don't go.

Please.

Well, Charlie will be back soon.

With Melanie.

He's not interested in her.

She might be interested in him.

The way things are with us
at the moment...

He loves you, Pet.

But I haven't given him
the child he wants.

Well, I doubt if she fancies him myself.

Pity.

I really must get home.

Charles so wants a child.

He'd be glad.

Jenny's the only woman I want, Pet.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I suppose I had
too much to drink myself.

Only, why me?

Well, at least you fathered a child.

So has Charles.

At least two.

Hey, I thought we were having a party.
Come on, let's go.

MAN: Good idea!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Hang on! Don't drop it!

MAN: Bring your...

CHARLES: Greg was here?

I made him some acorn coffee.

Oh, poor Greg.

He was sick. He felt a lot better.

When did he go home?

You only just missed him.

-So he was here for some time, then.
-Yes.

Why didn't you tell me
about Ayla and the others?

Did Greg?

He thought I knew.

Oh, it seems like a century ago now.

Before I met you,
it seems like another country.

A child by each of them?

Only one was born.

So it is me.

How did you make out with Melanie?

What?

You were as long with her
as I was with Greg.

If she had a baby, it would be
a big breakthrough, wouldn't it?

All the others would want
to do the same thing.

You'd be assured
of your new generation then.

Pet,

I love you.

You should have told me
about the other women.

Well, it's...

It's not the sort of thing
you do tell your wife.

(SCOFFS) Wife.

That's for sure, isn't it?

-Even though...
-Even though anything.

You still haven't answered
my question about Melanie.

Pet.

I love you even though anything, too.

And so I'd understand, Charlie.

I mean...

I know how much it means to you and...

And if I can't...

Well, Melanie doesn't even
fancy me, Pet.

She was just playing me along tonight.

You know, she's taken
all the others off.

"Time we had a party," she said.

-We were having a party.
-Mmm.

Not their sort.

Poor Charlie.

(PLAYING ROCK MUSIC)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Oh, come on, Pete!

(ALL SHOUTING AT ONCE)

MAN: Please?

Hey, let's play the game.

DANIELLA: Sally! Where are you?

Melanie!

Have you seen the girls?
There are none of them in their rooms.

Down at the mill, most like,
having an orgy.

Lord knows what wickedness
they're up to.

But it's Sally's turn
to do the breakfast.

You'll be lucky.

-Hello, John, you're up early.
-Can I go down to the mill?

What, at 6:00 in the morning?
Whatever for?

That's where they all are.
"Having an orgy", Hubert says.

I heard him telling Daniella just now.
Can I go?

No, you certainly cannot.

What's an orgy?

Well, if they're still
living it up at this hour,

they're not going to be much use
turning hay this morning, are they?

Nor are you by the looks of you.

I'd like to see them play the game.

What's the game?

Climbing up the rope.
It goes all the way up to the roof.

One of them climbs up
and the others hold on.

And every few seconds or so,
one of them lets go.

-What do you mean, lets go?
-Until there's only one left.

And if you don't reach the top

before he's too worn out
to hold on any longer...

Whatever are you talking about, John?

-Come on, Dave.
-ALAN: Oh, a bit further.

-You're nearly there, go on.
-Come on.

-That's it, go on.
-Come on.

Well done.

SALLY: It's my turn!

-No!
-Hold on to the rope.

-No, Sally!
-SALLY: It's easy.

Don't be daft!

If she wants to.
Everyone has the right to play.

I won't let her, Mel.

Let's hope the girls
can carry her weight, then.

-She's started!
-Right, on the end, Dave.

Not both of you.

She's half your weight, Alan.
Makes it much too easy.

Come on, Sal. You're doing fine.

-Just a bit further.
-MELANIE: Now!

I said "Now", Alan. Let go.

Tighter.

MELANIE: Now!

Barbara can't hold her on her own.

Let go, Ann.

-Come on, fast!
-GIRL: Come on, Sally, you can do it.

ALL: Come on!

-GIRL: You're nearly there.
-Come on, give us a hand.

-You've nearly done it!
-Get on the rope!

GIRL: Oh, come on.

Alan, you cheated.

DAVE: That was terrific, Sal.

You cheated.

Do you think
I would've minded if I'd fallen?

(SALLY SCREAMING IN PAIN)

-She's lost it?
-I'm afraid so.

I suppose you say she was entitled to?

I'm sorry she had to find
such a drastic method.

And I think it was stupid,
cruel and unnecessary.

But, yes, she was entitled to.

-A baby murdered so that...
-Don't talk that way.

You've got to meet them
on their terms, Charles.

It's going to be more our world
from now on than yours.

If you don't believe in having children,

there won't be a world.

(ENGINE REVVING)

-You've got it going!
-Yeah, using our own methane.

Whoo! What would she do
if she were on the road?

On a bike?
About five knots, I should say.

-That's not much
-It's a start, Mel.

It shows it's possible.
We can soon build up the power.

Yeah, but for a tractor.
That's all I'm interested in.

Yeah, you might be, not me.

We'll get moving one day, Mel.
Just leave it to me.

We've got an engine!

Jenny says I can't go
to the mill any more.

The mill? Who wants the mill?
We've got an engine.

For a motorbike? Like you had?

Yeah, here, hang on.

-Right?
-Right.

(IMITATING MOTORCYCLE)

We must have a meeting to
talk about the mill, Melanie.

No more climbing?

That would be my opinion. What's yours?

That we've other things
to interest us now.

How long before you've
made a Lamborghini, Greg?

(LAUGHS) You're hopeful.

Yes, in a way, I think I am now.

That's the best thing
that's ever happened here.

A machine.

Well, some of them
rather like the old world, Charles.

What they saw of it.

Yes, in the workshop.
Hey, Hubert, we've got an engine!

HUBERT: Oi. Look out, you clumsy...

Well, come on, then.
Wake up or you'll get left behind.

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