All language subtitles for Home.Fires.2015.s01e05.ENG.SUBS.WEBRIP

From Liverpool to New York.
The Alexis sails next Friday.

I've made up my mind. Goodbye.

What was that?

The dose is a teaspoon a day
in food or drink. In his tea?

In his tea would be perfect.

Why are you saying Spencer's
a coward?

Other lads go off to fight. What
would YOU call him?

We're at war! Read the literature!

If we can't change how we farm
within two months, we'll be evicted.

You can't read, can you?

I held my son and gave him
a father's blessing.

No! No!

we're going to be very happy here,
aren't we?

The plane Jack was flying crashed.

Your husband is dead.

(Vehicles approaching)

(Horns tooting)

# 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...

Left, left, left, right, left!
# Eyes wide open

# All the cries

# Broken for now... #

Morning, Bryn.
Morning.

No Miriam?

She's been up all hours writing
letters for the WI's friendless
soldier campaign.

She does seem to have taken
a real lead on that.

And when she does get to bed,
the air-raid siren tests don't help,
so...

I gave her the morn...

Poor, poor girl.

You all right with chops for supper
tomorrow?

I know the very thing to do with
chops.

Tell me what it is and I'll be happy
to do it.

Or we could cut out the middle woman
and I could.

You? You said that with a hint of
trepidation.

No... More like a large pinch of
trepidation.

With a sprinkling of outright
disdain.

No man has ever offered
to cook me supper before.

I find that hard to believe. Surely
Adam... Adam? (Laughs)

Adam attempted to boil
an egg for breakfast once

and...burnt the water.

Why don't you allow me to cook you
supper?

Very well.

I have the ingredients for Welsh
rarebit on standby just in case.

Oh, ye of little faith.
(Chuckles)

Actually, of almost no faith.
But, then, best keep that between
ourselves.

I hope she's nice.
No reason why she should be.

The unpleasant have as much right
to be evacuated as the pleasant.

That's not her, is it?

I mean, she's not a child.

And she's blind.

One advantage of me not being blind
is that I can see quite clearly that
she is.

It doesn't look as if anyone else is
getting off.

Excuse me...
Excuse me, my dear.

Are you, by any chance...

..Isobel Reilly?

How many other blind women
were you expecting to meet?

I wasn't expecting to meet any.

Oh, I don't believe this. Not again.

Sorry... Again?

You'd think they wouldn't make
the same mistake twice.

You were at least expecting
an evacuee from Liverpool?

Oh, yes.
But not a blind one?

Or a grown-up one.

You'll have to telephone the
billeting officer.

Perhaps it will be a case of third
time lucky.

Why not second time?

Do you have to go back again?

Oh, I appreciate the sentiment
behind thinking you can take me on,

but are you entirely sure
you know what you're doing?

Only time will tell.
Oh.

But I assure you we will...
certainly give it our all.

Er, "we"?
Oh, um, Claire and Cookie.

She can't see that.

Oh. I'm Claire.

Oh.

Cookie and I work for the Bardens.
I'm Cookie.

Hello.
Welcome to Great Paxford, Isobel.

Thank you.
It's a pleasure to meet you. May I?

Thank you. And we'll...just take
a short walk home.

Oh, is it nearby?
It's about five or ten minutes.

(Cow moos in background)

Don't rush. You need to be accurate,
not fast.

How's that?

Excellent.
Brilliant.

One down, hundreds to go.
But she can do them now, Stan.

However long it takes, your mum can
do them.

And just your signature.

When Stan does his, it's fast and
joined up.

It doesn't have to be like that.

What is it?

I've never written my name on
anything before.

(Typewriter clacking very slowly)

(Bell dings)

More letters?

Shouldn't lads with no-one to write
to them have their spirits kept up?

It's gone midnight.

Everyone's doing their bit for our
boys.

This is mine.

Don't wait up.

(She resumes writing)

(Squawking)

(Ponderous typing in background)

Breakfast is ready.

Bob?

Bob?

Bob?

(She gasps)

(Door opens then slams shut)

(Urgent knocking on door)

Dr Campbell, there's something wrong
with Bob! He's not moving!

I'll get my bag.

Bob... Bob.

Bob?

Please wake up.

What's happened?

I've been giving him a teaspoon of
the remedy, as Erica instructed.

It was doing him so much good that
I've given him more recently.

What do you mean, "As Erica
instructed"?
When she gave it to me.

Erica gave you a remedy? To settle
his system, after his food poisoning.

Do you still have it?
In the kitchen.

Can you get it for me?
Now?

Immediately!

Will?

While you were out,
Pat came round in a blind panic,

convinced she'd killed Bob
by giving him a double dose of this,

instead of the single teaspoon you'd
advised.

Double?
Rendering Bob unconscious.

After considerable effort,
he started to come round.

Sit down, Erica.

Will, let me explain.

If she'd given him any more, I dread
to think of the conversation we'd
now be having.

What's in the bottle?

Bob told us Pat had slipped one
evening, serving supper.

I don't care what Bob said.
Only what you've done.

But she hadn't slipped.

We stood on their doorstep and he
lied to us. Erica...

We've both heard him shouting.
Couples occasionally shout at one
another.

I may soon be shouting at you
if you do not tell me what is in
this bottle.

I've seen him grab hold of Pat
and drag her into the house.

None of our business. None of yours,
perhaps, but she's my friend.

What's in the bottle?

It's very dilute.

What is?

Lithium salts.

Have you utterly lost your mind?

The dose was very dilute.
Well, not dilute enough

for me not to lose my medical
licence

or for you not to go to prison
for sedating a man against his will.

Lithium salts! I had no idea she
would give him double.

How could you be so stupid?
We could lose everything.

When she gave him the right amount,
it was working.

Bob was calm, Pat was happier. Don't
sit there and try and justify this.

This stops now.

And you have to tell Pat what you've
done.

And hope to God she doesn't go to
the police.

..four, five, six, seven...

..ten, eleven.

Left or right?

Um... I think it was...left.

(She's going wrong.)
She might correct herself.

Where's she going?
..seven and...um...

At this rate, into the garden.

Go and retrieve her, Claire.

If this is her fourth attempt to get
down to the shelter unaided...

I'm aware of that.
We might be all out.

She'll have to find her own way
down to the shelter

from anywhere in the house.
I'm also aware of that.

You sure you haven't bitten off
more than she can chew?

(Engine droning)

Am I doing something wrong?
On the contrary.

You're doing splendidly.

Thank you.

By way of a...thank you...

..how would you like to have dinner
with me, one evening next week?

Dinner?

There's a restaurant in Chester
that I've been meaning to try...in a
hotel.

The food is, reportedly, top notch.

You deserve a treat. Say yes.

Yes. That sounds lovely.
(Telephone rings)

Wing Commander Bowers' office.

Could I speak to my husband, please?

Good afternoon, Mrs Bowers.
I'll just put you through.

Charlotte?
You haven't forgotten

I'm taking the children to my
mother's? No, I hadn't forgotten.

I doubt we'll be home until after
supper.

Well, I hope you and the children
have a lovely time.

Thank you.

Bye.

Just you and me.

Together.

I can't think of anything I'd like
more.

MAN: He's not gonna get far on this.
(Laughter)

Serves him right.

(Lively chatter)
You've missed a bit.

He deserves it.

Disgraceful.

Quite a job.

Must've took some time, all this.

You deserve it. Coward.

You're a coward.
WOMAN: Where's your loyalty?

Coward.

You're a disgrace.
How do you sleep at night?

Coward.
You should be ashamed of yourself.

Run along, Spencer.
You should be ashamed of yourself.

(Jeering continues)

Stop this!

Stop this at once!

The young man may or may not be a
coward...

..but what is a mob
that bays at a man behind his back?

I suggest we all go about our
business.

Come along.

Thank you, Mrs Cameron.

If the Nazis are teaching us one
thing,
it's how not to behave like them.

(Muttering)

Now, if this goes well, it won't be
the last meal I cook for you.

Oh, don't tell me you know more than
one dish.

I know several. Some of them
foreign. (Laughs)

Now...pass me your plate, please.

Anything to eat? I'm starving!

I've got a 36-hour pass
before we're mobilised to France.

One of the lads dropped me off.

I couldn't tell you...

A nice surprise?
The most wonderful surprise ever!

(They laugh)

Hello, Nick. How's tricks?

Increasingly tricky, as I'm sure
you're aware.

I'm certainly getting a sense of it.

You mentioned you were starving.
Would you like a chop?

A chop? A whole chop?

I haven't had any meat resembling
part of an actual animal for weeks.

You've lost weight. Well, you've got
36 hours to fatten me up.

Well, I'll fetch another plate.

Oh, I can't tell you how good it is
to see you.

(She gasps with relief)

WOMAN: If it's a white feather
you want to deliver,

stick it back on the duck's arse
where it belongs!

No, it's Claire.

I... I'd like to talk to Spencer.

Came in the blackout so you wouldn't
be seen.

It's not like that.
I've just finished work for the day.

Leave...my son...alone.

No...

Not here.

Look, I wasn't standing with those
people.

I'd come out of a shop and I wanted
to see what they were looking at.

I didn't even realise it was your
bicycle until you walked up.

When you heard Jenny call me a
coward.
I don't think you're a coward.

But...

I don't understand why you won't
fight.

There's something I want to show
you.

Here.

Ernest Wilson.

That's my father.

One of the Glorious Dead.

The night I got my call-up papers,
my mum brought me a stack of letters

he'd sent from the front, written in
the two months before he died.

Every one spoke of his regret at
having to kill
a German soldier with his bayonet.

When he'd go to sleep,
he couldn't get the man's face out
of his head.

The begging and screaming
haunted him constantly.

He was still writing about it in his
last letter before he was killed.

How did he die?

Officially...fighting in action.

Unofficially, according to a pal
who made it back...

..he walked directly into enemy fire
without rifle or helmet.

That's terrible.

I don't want to kill anyone, Claire.

It destroyed my father.

I agreed to sign up for the
Auxiliary Fire Service
and do my duty that way.

Now, if that's not enough
to convince some people, so be it.

I am glad I told you.

So am I.

Spencer...
Good night, Claire.

(Birdsong)

Time to wake up, Mim.

(Laughs) I thought you were still
upstairs.

Well, I was catching up
with some much-needed sleep,

but then I woke with a desire to
catch up on some much-needed time
with my wife

before I go back. Oh, I hate that
you're going back so soon.

So do I.

We should use our remaining time
together wisely. I agree.

I don't suppose you'd be interested
in exploring how much life remains
in an ageing padre?

Adam! It's not even nine o'clock
yet.

Well, the RAF have gone.

God clearly has his hands full
elsewhere.

Why not strike while the iron is
hot?

What, here or...?

Upstairs. We're not French.

Hello, miss!
Hi, miss!

Hello, Timothy.

Julia.
Miss Fenchurch.

(Gasps)

Miss Fenchurch?
Miss Fenchurch?

Are you all right?
Did you see what happened?

(Indistinct voice over telephone)

Right. See you shortly.

Get your coat. I'm taking you to
lunch.

I still have typing to get through.
It can wait.

But I have to get it...
It can wait.

I thought we'd go to that hotel
I mentioned.

The hotel? I thought we were going
for dinner next week.

I can't wait that long.

I've also booked a room...for the
afternoon.

Come on. We need to be seated by
1.30.

Lovely.

Hello?

Ah, I wanted to um...

pop by and thank Will
for all of his help with Bob.

I don't know what I'd have done
without him.

How is he now?
Getting back to his old self.

I can't tell you how stupid I feel.
Pat...

I want you to know
that when I gave you the remedy,

it was for the very best of
intentions.

Oh, of course.
Oh, it's me who gave him too much.

I suppose I wanted to try to protect
you.

Protect me? What do you mean?

The remedy was for Bob's health, not
mine.

Yes.

It wasn't quite what I said it was.

It was something that would take the
edge off his moods and give you...

His moods?

Yes.

What do you mean
"take the edge off his moods"?

I know why you didn't come to Kate's
wedding.

I told you why. I hurt myself
and it took longer to recover than
expected.

What was in the remedy?

Erica.

A mild solution of lithium salts.

Lithium?

Oh, my God!

I could have killed him.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't
talk to you.
There was nothing to talk about.

Oh, come on, Pat!

I understand why you'd want to
defend him, but let's not pretend
Bob doesn't hit you.

Bob hits me?

Is that what you think?

Well, not just me.
Who else?

Who else? Well, how did you come by
this bruise?

I banged it.
Pat!

What have you been telling people?
I haven't told anyone anything.

But people aren't blind, and they're
not deaf.

Well, whatever you think you've seen
and heard, you're wrong. All of you.

(Door slams)

All in order, Mrs Farrow.

Thank you.

No mistakes?
No.

We keep the farm?
You keep going like this...

and you most certainly will.

It's good to have you on board.

It won't be easy to begin with,
but it's needs must for the
foreseeable future.

If we can't feed our fighting men,
like your husband, then we won't win
this war.

It's as simple as that.

Well, good day to you both.
And good luck.

Thank you.

And...sorry for last time.

Oh, when you've had a bull set on
you,

a haystack toppled on top of you,

an irate woman threatening to box
my ears is nothing.

You'll be fine.

I'm proud of you, Ma.

And Dad would be, too.

Drink that. Lots of sugar.

Thank you.

What a terrible shock.

It was the same with George.

I know exactly what you're going
through.

I'm just so very sorry.

Teresa.

I know how hard this news has hit
you.

But I need you to be honest with me.

Because I've taken you into my
home...

..in all good faith.

Please, tell me honestly...

..what was Connie to you?

We taught at the same school.

We became good friends.

Is that all?

We were lovers.

I see.

I'm sorry for your loss, Teresa.
Genuinely.

But...you've put me in an invidious
position.

I have a reputation in the village

and in the local business community.

You've really no idea.

You seem to have your hands rather
full, Mrs Barden.

Dropping off items for the WI's
friendless soldier scheme.

I understand...

that the communal shelter is ready
for use.

The Institute is hosting an open
house this evening for the village
to see for itself.

It would mean a great deal if you
would come.

Thank you.

But in the event of aerial
bombardment, we've made our own
arrangements.

You're held in high esteem by many.

Your stamp of approval might
encourage many to use the shelter
who otherwise might not.

I'm sure that's not true.

You know it is, Joyce.

Good day, Mrs Barden.

Good day, Mrs Cameron.

Come in, Mrs Barden, and... I'll
just see where she is.

Thank you, Bryn.

Hello, Frances.

Oh, I've just brought round some
more gloves and things.

I'll see they get properly assigned.

Is there anything else?

There is, I'm afraid.

I've just been reading some of the
letters you've been writing to
friendless troops.

There isn't one in which you haven't
told the recipient to...

keep out of danger and get home
safely to his mother.

We're writing to soldiers, Mim.

Men whose job, whether we like it or
not, is to...

face and embrace danger, not...hide
from it.

You're not a mother, Frances.

So you wouldn't understand.

Simply because Peter and I have been
unable to have children...

doesn't mean I can't understand and
empathise with how you or...

any other mother might feel at this
time.

How can you?

I've known David all his life.

I know what he means to you both.

I saw it the day...you first showed
him to us all.

I'll never forget the look on your
face.

Or Bryn's.

I've never seen two new parents...

..radiate so much love for their
child.

So, please, do not presume to tell
me...

..I can't understand how you must
feel to have him out there.

But these letters go out under the
banner of the WI...

..and I cannot...

and will not give my approval for
what you have written.

I... I... I've written what any
mother would write to her son.

I daresay that's true.

The problem is...you're not their
mother.

What's all this in aid of?

A wife can take care of her husband.
Can't she?

If you'd been doing that properly,
I wouldn't have suffered the collapse
I did.

Instead, you've been neglecting me
while you fritter away your time

at the WI and that telephone
exchange.

I've never once neglected you, Bob.

Perhaps you should see things from
my perspective.

I look at everything from your
perspective.

So much that I've lost my own. I'm
not interested in having a debate.

You never are because then you'd
have to acknowledge

that there's two human beings in
this house, not just you and your
punch bag!

Hey! What in God's name has got into
you? I do so much for you.

More than you'll ever know, and what
do I get in return?

I'll show you what you get!
By hitting me again. Kicking me.

Throwing something at me.

Pulling my hair so hard it comes out
with the roots.

You know what you really hate?

That you need me...more than I need
you!

That's not true. I loathe this life
you've forced on me.

I hate what you've turned me into.

Come back here. Come back here,
I said! I said get back here!

Get back here now! Don't ignore me!

I will not be ignored in my own
house! Do I make myself clear?

The way you treat me...has not gone
unnoticed!

(Laughs) What, are you going
somewhere?

I...cannot...

stand this...any more.

(She sobs)

Where will you go? Hm?

With no money. No experience.

No family. No talents.

You wouldn't survive five minutes.

Without me, you cease to exist in
any meaningful way.

Come on.

I'll show you.

Look at you.

(She gasps)

(Door slams)

Write every day.

Even if nothing's happened or you
have nothing to say.

Just tell me that.

Isn't that the Campbell girl? Yes.

Apparently she visits his grave
every morning. Yes, I've heard.

I'll just be a moment. Very well.

This cottage was going to be yours
and your husband's, wasn't it?

I'm not equating the two in any way,
but...

..when my son went to Canada
15 years ago...

..I thought I'd never get over it.

Not a day goes by when I don't think
of him.

But life has a way of seeping in.

New events, new experiences,
new people.

New things to consider.

You'll never forget your husband,
Kate.

But life will seek you out...

..and seep through once more.

And when it does...

..let it.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I think it's for the best.
Oh, Teresa.

I never intended to deceive you.

When I moved in...

..I didn't tell you everything...

for the simple reason that I had no
intention of it ever becoming known.

You've shown me such great kindness,
Alison, in so many ways.

The last thing I would want to do is
put you in a compromising position.

(Boris panting)

(Boris yaps)

I was reminded this morning of
something George once told me.

He said...

"It can never be a sin to love
another human being."

Your husband sounds like someone
I would have liked to have met.

Well, that would have been
impossible, I'm afraid.

Why?

Well, George was certainly my better
half... but he was never my husband.

George and I fell in love while he
was married to someone else.

She refused to grant him a divorce,
so...

..we took the only course open to us
and...

presented ourselves as Mr and Mrs
Scotlock.

I still do.

They don't know?

We all have secrets.

Then...and now.

You've become a friend.

And I haven't had many of those
over the years.

I enjoy your companionship. As does
Boris.

I'd like you to stay.

If you can keep your secret as well
as I've kept mine, then...

..we need never speak of this again.

Come here.

How long have you been like this?

I barely sleep since David left.

And when I do, I...

..I have terrible nightmares.

I can give you something to help you
sleep.

But you're clearly suffering from
exhaustion.

If you don't mind, I'd like to run
some tests. Tests?

Purely routine.

(Chatter and laughter)

Ladies and gentlemen.

It's so lovely to welcome so many of
you here this evening

to the opening of what the Great
Paxford Women's Institute hopes will
become

a vital communal asset in the days
ahead.

The shelter you're about to enter

has been fashioned in the reinforced
cellar of our house

but exists for everyone.

I'm somewhat surprised to see you
here, Mrs Cameron.

Due to the extent of my influence
within the village,

your sister has invited me to come
to the shelter to give it my seal of
approval.

So...without further ado...

(Siren wailing)

(Muttering)

Is this a drill? It wasn't on the
noticeboard.

Well, then it's for real.

Ladies and gentlemen, stay calm

and make your way to the shelter in
an orderly fashion.

There's room enough for all.

Follow me.

(Excited chatter)

Isobel. Where is she?

I'm all right. Oh.

This way, Mrs Cameron.

I... I don't think I can go down
there.

You have to. No, you don't
understand.

That siren means you don't have a
choice. No. There are too many
people.

If anything happened, I'd never get
out.

Hold my hand and I promise I will
lead you to safety.

Take it.

Follow me.

MAN: Come down, please. Nice and
orderly, ladies and gentlemen.

Everyone find somewhere to sit as
quick as you can.

(Siren wailing)

Get to a shelter! Immediately!

Spencer! Spencer, it's Claire.

Spencer!

Come to the shelter! You'll be safe.
We'll be all right here. You go
back!

No!

I want to be with you.

(Warden blows whistle)

(Low chatter)

(Siren in background)

The WAEC man gave us his approval.

That's wonderful. Thanks to you.

You did all the hard work. I had a
brilliant teacher.

I enjoyed every minute of it.

I'm so glad you came to our village.

I won't say anything. About what?

You and your boss.

There's nothing to say. That's not
true, is it?

Stan. I know what I saw.

Stan...

I asked at the base. He's married.
Did you know?

Boys should keep their noses out of
the affairs of grown-ups.

You're not that much older than me.
Not in years.

But in terms of experience, you're
just a child.

(Siren continues in background)

Pat thinks I told everyone about her
and Bob.

Is she likely to go to the police?

I've never seen her so angry.

So do you think she actually might?

Bob's behaviour towards her would
inevitably be made public

and that's clearly the last thing
she wants.

Everything we've worked for could
have been swept away in an instant.

(Coughs)

Are you all right, Dad?

The air in here's a little stale,
that's all.

I suspect shooting a rabbit isn't
the same as shooting a Nazi.

What are you reading?
A letter from the War Office.
I've been invited to London.

You must be Laura Campbell's mother.
You'd better come inside.

Going away on a trip?

Alison?

Alison, please! Alison!

# 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 #

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