All language subtitles for Home.Fires.2015.s01e06.ENG.SUBS.WEBRIP

I refuse to do any more work for
traitors.

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

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

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

I'd like to run some tests.

Are you going somewhere?
I cannot stand this anymore!

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

It's not just me.
Who else?

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

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

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

(CHOKES)

(COCKS RIFLE)

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

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

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

# Only now the others hold no meaning
for me

# And I'll see

# With wide-open eyes

# Of blindness

# I'll leave

# The ever-calling cries

# In silence

# Every place we shouldn't go

# We shouldn't see, we will never
know

# And all I want

# All I see

# All I fear

# Is waiting for me

# Now I see

# I'll be... #

You don't have to do this.

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

You're only following your
conscience.

I love you.

Then hold my hand and walk tall.

Morning.

One and a half pounds of minced beef,
please.

I'm also collecting for the Wilsons.

I'll give you yours.

I don't want to argue, Mrs Brindsley.

I just want the rations.

I'll do it.

Looking back at the last nine months,

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

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

and inspire members with new projects
and initiatives.

We've made a valuable contribution,
ladies.

A valuable contribution.

But...we cannot rest on our laurels.

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

bringing war ever closer to home.

When France falls,

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

..but 22 miles of water.

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

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

Sarah.

The National Federation is launching
an initiative

to raise money to buy ambulances.

Excellent idea.
Large, small,

all Institutes are being asked to
play their part.

If and when the bombs start
falling...

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

..the need for ambulances will be
great.

To that end, I've told the county

that Great Paxford
is setting its fundraising target...

at £50.

What?
50?

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

But it has to be realistic.

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

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

She's not attended the last two
meetings.

Apart from shopping, she's barely
seen.

Well, she's been under the weather
recently.

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

In the meantime, ladies...

..we need fundraising ideas.

Good morning, Mrs Simms.

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

If Steph teaches some of us to
shoot,

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

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

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

W... With all due respect,

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

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

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

but what can we do except offer
support?

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

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

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

It just makes others assume you are.

(RINGING TONE)
Hello, caller.

Whitehall 496, thank you.
Connecting you now.

Whitehall 496.

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

Of course. Just one moment.

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

(CHATTER)

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

I can't take enclosed spaces either.

Very brave of you to stick it out.

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

Good day.

Good day.

(CAR ARRIVES)

Mr Hughes.

Mrs Scotlock.

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

(CLUCKING)
Here we are, Steph.

Hi.

One novice farmhand reporting for
duty.

Isobel, may I introduce Stan Farrow?

Stan, this is Isobel.
Hi.

Oh, hello.
Stan will show you around.

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

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

That's it.
This way.

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

Thank you, Stan.

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

At the meeting, you mentioned being
plagued by rabbits.

Yeah, we are.

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

No, on the contrary,

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

With Peter away so much, I could
well find myself

as our home's last line of
defence.

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

Of course.
But one has to start somewhere.

Tea?
Thank you.

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

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

while being so steadfastly stared at.

We know you haven't been well.

No.

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

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

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

I told you he didn't.

I have cancer.

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

Cancer?

What type of cancer?

Lung.

How bad is it?

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

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

New treatments are coming through
all the time.

So there's always hope.

The disease progresses at different
speeds in different people.

The prospects aren't terrific.

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

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

more than I can say.

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

Will?

It was time.

(HISSING IN BACKGROUND)

(GAS CONTINUES HISSING)

(GASPS)

I'm sorry I'm late.

I tried to get home quickly

but everyone was collecting their
rations,

which meant everything taking
three times as long.

What's that you're reading?

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

The War Office?

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

..he's apparently...

..he's very impressed by it.

Well, how flattering.

It is.

I've been invited to London for a
conversation.

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

I can only assume about my work.

That's very exciting for you.

It is.

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

Will I?
Mm.

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

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

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

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

Not looking where I was going
on my way home.

Let me see. Sit down.

Come on.

(DRAWS BREATH)

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

And your hands?
I landed on them.

You stay here.

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

All right.

I need you able to work.

Yes.

(BARKING)

(GAS HISSES)

(DOG BARKS)
(COUGHS)

Alison!

Alison.

Alison! Alison, please! Alison!

(COUGHS)

STEPH: Don't arch your backs.

Take a deep breath and gently pull
the trigger.

(BOTH LAUGH)
STEPH: Very impressive.

Let me see what's left to shoot at.

How are the members responding
to the fundraising drive?

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

by the target you promised the
county.

Well, extraordinary times
call for extraordinary efforts.

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

Misplaced?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the contrary...
Oh.

Is anything coming out?

Keep going.

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

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

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

How's the cow?

Happy as Larry.

Oh! I did it!

I'm milking a cow!

You've definitely got the touch.

How are you feeling?

Ashamed.
You shouldn't.

What else?
You were forced.

By circumstance.

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

You panicked and then they trapped
you.

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

I don't agree.

To close the windows and turn on the
gas.

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

Don't say that.

It's true.

How much money is there?

I haven't counted it.

I haven't touched it.

I don't want it.

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

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

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

I can't drag you into this.

Alison...

..I'm your friend.

You're not dragging me anywhere.

(ENGINE OFF)

(DOOR KNOCKER TAPS GENTLY)

Mrs Brindsley?
Yes.

Mother of David Brindsley?

Yes.

Telegram for you.

Oh, you...

You must have the wrong address.

Please.
I'm very sorry.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES STARTS)

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

What did you want to talk to me
about?

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

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

Backing you don't have as yet?

No.

Are you asking me to re-join the WI?

You once said we'd make an
unstoppable team.

And you said it was unthinkable.

Wouldn't you even consider returning?

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

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

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

Well, I wouldn't say "radical".

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

Since that night in the air-raid
shelter,

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

they never would have done before.
How lovely.

No, not lovely at all.

Smiles of pity.
Or of recognition that...

you're human after all, like everyone
else.

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

I never have.

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

Which is?

My husband has decided
to relocate us to the coast

for the duration of the hostilities.

The coast?
We're surrounded by airbases.

Targets for German bombers.

I see.

I would rather see out the war
in Great Paxford,

but his argument is persuasive...

..and his decision is final.

I'm sure he knows best.

Right... Just have a wash.

Lunch won't be long.

Mm.

Love you, Mim.
You, too.

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

Yes.
Your daughter works for...

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

my husband.

Can I help you?
Very simply.

By instructing your daughter
to stop sleeping with my husband.

I think you'd better come inside.

Let's get one thing clear.

My daughter does not consort
with married men.

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

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

Yes. Staying with friends.

Unfortunately, not.

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

That's not true.

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

the dates your daughter was absent.

I saw them together,
followed them to a hotel.

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

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

The dashing Wing Commander will move
on

and your daughter will be ditched,

as soiled goods, her reputation in
tatters.

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

We have nothing more to say to each
other.

I think you should leave.

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

loveless marriage.

He is a contemptible philanderer.
I said leave.

You must have been a terrible
mother.

(DOOR OPENS)

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

Evidently.

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

I can put it all back in 15 minutes.

No need to apologise.
I caught the early train.

Why?

Did it...not work out?

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

What?

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

for distribution to the main news
agencies.

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

How long before you have to give
them your answer?

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

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

No more dreary village fetes to
cover.

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

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

What do you think, Pat?

I'm...

so pleased for you.

I'm gonna celebrate with a whisky.

Can you clear this up?

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

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

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

No, no. What was the question?

Erm...

The WI are planning a fundraising
showing of a recent film

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

What are you raising funds for?
Ambulances.

How many?

Er, possibly four or five.

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

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

Why do you say it like that?

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

in the event of an aerial
bombardment?

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

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

But we could raise enough for a few,

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

to a hospital in the nick of time.

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

Of course.
But we can do something,

however insignificant.

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

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

Sit down, Mim.

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

I didn't want anything to do
with it.

We have no choice.

We have to open it.

Why?

We know what it says.

We need to read the words.

Together.

I can't.
No.

We have to know.

"We deeply regret to inform you...

..that Ordinary Seaman...

David Brindsley...

..is reported as missing."

Missing?

He's alive.

He's missing, Mim.

But missing isn't...
No.

Missing at sea.

He could be alive. There's a chance.

Mim...
If he was dead...

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

..they say "missing".

"Missing" isn't "dead".

Bryn.

Which means...

he could be alive.

He could be.

You're late.

There's a lot on.

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

Why?

Come in.

I want to talk to you.

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

Has something happened to Dad?

The wife of Wing Commander Bowers
was here earlier.

What? Saying some of the most
revolting things

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

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

Mum...

You know he's married?

Yes.
But that doesn't matter to you?

He told me their marriage
was stale and loveless.

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

What were you...are you thinking?

I love him.
Love?

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

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

What Kate had, you want. Is that it?

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

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

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

The state of his wife in our hall

was a consequence
of your behaviour with her husband.

How I'm now feeling about you is
another.

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

Please. Don't tell him.

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

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

I promise I'll put an end to it.

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

and put them on a table. Thank you.

Going away on a trip?

A temporary redeployment.
The South Coast.

To help defend the BEF.

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

I suppose so.

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

that I'd almost forgotten why you
were here.

I want to thank you...

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

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

Well...

You will take care, won't you?

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

That's not what I mean.

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

I might...

but I can't.

Please forgive me.

Goodbye, Sarah.

You wanted to see me?

I'm so glad you came.

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

How do you feel about that?

He'll be happier there.

As you'll be here.

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

You have to believe that.

Oh.

You'll be safe now.

We've all missed you so very much.

The WI isn't the WI without you.

BRYN: Is that right?

She can't be.

Are you sure?
Trust me.

You're four months pregnant.

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

I'm assuming this is good news.

Um...
Yes.

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

Excellent.

And congratulations.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Hello, Richard.

We need to talk.

Are you all right?
You look terrible.

Charlotte has filed for divorce.

What?

She has cited you as co-respondent.

How the hell did she find out?

(SOBS)

(CHATTER)

Spencer.

(MUTTERED INSULTS)

(ROOM FALLS SILENT)

I have lived here all my life.

You all know me.

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

Then you should be ashamed.

Do you think I could have made this
decision

without agonising over
what he would think of me?

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

I'm not asking you to accept it.

Or agree with it.

But I stand by it.

I always will.

(LOW CHATTER)

(FILM PROJECTOR WHIRRS)

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

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

by the German army.

Belgium has abandoned us,

leaving the British and French
troops to fight on alone

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

Showing indomitable resolution
in the face of these grave
circumstances,

they fight on to keep the coastline
secure.

Do you have any idea what you've
done?

What are you talking about?
You know what.

How could you? How could you tell
her?

Well, don't take any risks.

You're not 20 years old any more.

Thanks for the reminder.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(BIRDSONG)

The committee meeting started 15
minutes ago.

This is done.

We can arrive a little late
and feign amazed surprise

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

Four, five, six, seven...

How much?

£74.

How on earth did we manage
to make that much?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh.

(URGENT KNOCKING)

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

Looks like another client.

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

It's time I learned how.

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

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

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

My name is Detective Sergeant Brooks

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

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

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

but whatever you say
will be taken down in writing

and may be given against you.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Alison!

Alison!

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

I think all we can say is what Pat
suggests.

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

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

A parting gift?

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

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

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

You made them stronger, Madam
President.

It's what good leadership does.

Keys to our back gate.

And when we eventually return,

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

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

Thank you, Mrs Cameron.

Please...

call me...
(CROCKERY RATTLING)

(DRONE OF AIRCRAFT ENGINES)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

(ENGINES DRONE)

(AIRCRAFT PASSES BY)

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# 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 #