All language subtitles for World.On.Fire.S01E02.720p.BluRay.x264-SHORTBREHD

- I love you.
- This was good,

but I think we both know,
don't we?

Goodbye, Harry.

Do you know what the Poles
have got? Bicycles.

Do you know what the Germans
have got? Tanks.

I'm very fond
of your daughter.

Keep Kasia safe.

Promise me.

Tato!

You need to get out of Europe.

That's not gonna happen,
Auntie Nancy.

You might have
a passion for me?

I'm looking
for your brother.

If you find him before I do will
you tell him he's in trouble?

I just wondered if you'd had
any news from Harry.

He told me he loved me.

How very Harry of him.

You're worth ten of them
in that family.

But you're not choosing
which girl you love the most,

you're choosing whether to save
this girl's life or not.

I love you.

I love you, too.

- I'm sorry!
- Kasia!

Promise me you will
take care of Jan.

♪ My baby don't care
for shows ♪

♪ My baby don't care
for clothes ♪

♪ My baby just cares for me ♪

♪ My baby don't care for ♪

♪ Cars and races ♪

♪ My baby don't care for ♪

♪ High-tone places ♪

♪ My baby don't cares
for rings ♪

♪ Or other expensive things ♪

♪ He's sensible as can be ♪

♪ My baby don't care
who knows it ♪

♪ My baby just cares for me. ♪

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Were you all given a child
to take home

as a leaving present?

Is that the traditional way
in Poland?

Jan won't be
the only refugee.

Not while Britain stands by

and let the Nazis
rampage over Europe.

Is he Jewish?

Catholic.

I thought it was the Jews
who were in trouble.

Why isn't he Jewish?

Would you like me to go back
and exchange him?

Warsaw is rubble.

All of the children
are in danger.

That's why I had to do
something.

Even if I just help one.

You're assuming
he's going to stay here,

are you?

Surely nobody is better placed
than you to recognize

that I have no maternal
instincts whatsoever.

I've been summoned down
to Whitehall tomorrow.

I'll get my next posting there.

And I can't think much beyond
that, to be honest!

Why him?

Why this boy?

I had no idea
it would be such a problem

to house a refugee here.

My problem, Harry,
is I know you're lying.

And I don't know why
and I don't know what about,

but there is the unmistakable
scent of a lie.

You're mustard, ladies,
no doubt about that.

I'll be in touch.

Well, are we in or not?

Like I said,
I'll be in touch.

ENSA has very high standards.

So do we.

No, it's all right.

Leave it.

Let the man think.

How did you get on, then?

- Turned out it was for ENSA, Dad.
- Oh.

They go away
and entertain the troops.

Yeah, I know
what they do.

I just wondered why Connie
had you auditioning for them.

Knowing that
you can't do it, like.

Well, I was thinking
about that and...

I was thinking, you know,
"'Why not?"

Why not?

Here's one good reason why not,
right here.

Either of you started to smoke?

I'm dying for a fag.

You didn't bring
my overcoat, then?

I'm joking.

I smell like a wet dog.

Don't flatter yourself.

When are you in court, then?

I'm not.

You've been on remand
for two weeks.

They must have charged you
with something.

They were going to.

But then I said
I'd join up.

The Army?

No, you'd be better off
in there.

I won't actually be joining up,
Dad.

I'm a conscientious objector.

Since when?

About half an hour ago?

I'll get you
some leaflets, then.

The German High Command
has given Warsaw

a peace proposal.

If it doesn't surrender
in the next 12 hours,

then it will be bombed without
mercy for the following 12.

I remember, with fondness,
my time in Warsaw.

And, having witnessed the
military might of the Germans

firsthand,

fear for Warsaw,
and the people I left behind.

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I need news from Warsaw.

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Halt!

Who lives here?

Just me, and my mother,

and my brother, Jan.

No more men?

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What did she say about men?

Stefan, my father,
died at Danzig.

I'm sorry, the grief,
it has driven her mad.

Where are you going?!

Anywhere the bombs
aren't falling.

The bombs won't be
falling by tomorrow.

Warsaw has surrendered
and life will be...

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What did the old bitch say?

I said...

"Hell."

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Out socializing
for the evening, I see?

I am going to see
some old school friends.

Of course you are.

She came round.

The factory girl.

Said you hadn't written.

I assumed you'd
come to your senses.

Clearly not.

That was the blade
he used, by the way.

Your father.

♪ The moon above ♪

♪ Is yours and mine ♪

♪ The right to fall in love ♪

♪ Is yours and mine ♪

♪ The hope of finding ♪

♪ The dream our hearts desire ♪

♪ All this is yours and mine ♪

I love you, Harry.

I worry about you
so much.

And you didn't write.

I should have written.

I should have told you
that I loved you.

When you told me.

Before you went away.

But you didn't.

No, I didn't.

Maybe you should have asked me
one more time.

Yes.

Maybe I should.

Lois, when I was away...

What?

I know it's only been
six months,

but so much has changed,
and you...

Not much has changed
round here.

Cornflakes have got
a bit scarcer,

bookings a bit
more frequent.

You know what I mean, it's...

The war,
and me being in Poland...

I don't know where I'm
going to be next.

So by everything
you meant you.

You've changed.

Your mother was right.

My mother?

What did my mother say?

That you could
never really want me.

A girl like me.

How could anyone
not want you?

Lois!

We're on!

Harry.

Nice to see you back
in one piece.

I've got to go.

See you after.

I have to go down
to London tomorrow.

For my job.

I'll call round
when I get back.

We can talk properly then.

Lois!

I'm coming!

The Germans are coming,

and they ain't fond of men
that look like us.

The sooner we get out,
the better.

You still here, Webster?

I'm not going anywhere,
Eddie.

Then give me
an American passport

and I'll get out now.

If there is
going to be a war,

France is going to need
good surgeons,

so I can help.

There's no "if" about it,
son.

I don't know who I am.

Not yet.

But I do know that everything
that matters to me

is here in this city.

Including you.

Especially you.

Your timing truly stinks,
Webster.

I know.

Is that your pacifist face?

You might have to try
a bit harder.

You, too,
if that's your happy face.

I've got a shirt
needs ironing.

If you need to take your mind
off Harry and that.

Oh, come on, Lois, I was joking!

He said he loved you,
didn't he?

That was before
he went away.

Yeah, and a bloke
isn't going to say it

more than once, Lois.

Not unless
he's feeling guilty.

So... that's a good sign,

if you think about it.

Yeah, but it...
wasn't like before.

There was something...

He'd just be nervous.

You know,
he didn't write.

Temper on you.

Bloody hell,
who wouldn't be?

Hey?

Why are you sticking up
for him?

You don't even like him.

I'm sticking up
for you.

Couldn't cope for a minute
if you went wobbly.

Neither could Dad.

Course you could.

Pair of you.

You'd look after each other.

Yeah, but you're the one who
can get through to him, Lois.

You're the one he needs.

Me?

I'm just a bloody nuisance.

Warsaw is all but destroyed.

Warsaw has surrendered,
and with it,

Poland has fallen.

The might of the German army
and air force

has proved too much,

as it may prove too much
for any European neighbor

that stands in its way.

Before the British left Poland,
I asked a diplomat

how long he thought
it would take

for the country
to be conquered.

He thought six months,
at the very least.

It has, in fact, taken the
Germans a little over a month.

We're late.

Am I late or you're late?

Both.

Walk around the block
and come in after me.

What?

We can't be seen
arriving together, Webster.

Even you must know that.

Okay.

Okay.

Set list.

"Carolina Moon,"
"Night and Day,"

then finish on
"My Baby Just Cares For Me."

Sure... which version?

What?

"My Baby Just Cares
For Me."

Will you be singing it
from the guy's point of view

or the girl's?

'Cause we'll have to change
the words,

depending on how the mood
is taking ya.

And how is the mood
taking ya?

- Is there something you want to say?
- No.

No, is there something
you want to say?

The broadcast
for tomorrow...

I have outlined
what needs to change.

You're censoring my story
about fresh fish?

We can't have you reporting
that there's a carp shortage

with Christmas on the way.

The American people will think

that the German people
are demoralized.

But you're happy
for the world to hear

about the persecution
of Jews?

Persecution? No.

The Jewish question is a matter
of national security.

I think the American people
will understand that.

The bombing
of Polish civilians?

We are at war, Miss Campbell.

When you say "we,"
do you mean Germany,

or you and me?

Good afternoon,
Frau Campbell.

Hilda!

You got bigger.

No school today?

No, my papa says
I am poorly.

Hilda...

What do you think?

Oh, Miss Campbell.

Nancy, please.

And Hilda's no bother.

She's a delight.

I'm sorry
not to be polite,

but she's not well today.

And the neighbors are gossips
and informers.

- Shh.
- It's true, Nancy, all true!

Claudia, you shouldn't
encourage Hilda.

Why not?

She's a bright girl,
aren't you, darling?

I will tell you about
the neighbors later, Nancy.

Over a tiny glass
of schnapps, perhaps?

Or a large glass.

Nancy could write about
your laundry, Papa!

And talk about it
on the radio

to America!

Yes, bore the Americans

into staying out of the war,
perhaps.

Hilda?

Good afternoon, Frau Klopp.

I knew you were naive, Chase.

But I didn't regard you
as stupid.

I was clearly wrong.

I married Kasia so she could
get out when we did.

So, where is she?

She refused to leave.

Sent her brother
in her place.

I know you might say
she was dropping a hint,

choosing German bombs over me
and all that, but...

Why didn't you just get yourself
a local whore

like the rest of us?

We have done nothing
for the Polish people... nothing.

The least we can do is protect
the civilians who can't leave.

Yes, and there is also,
of course, the small matter

of defeating Nazi Germany,
but I'm sure the War Office

would want to prioritize
your love life.

We abandoned all of Poland,
not just Kasia.

We haven't lifted a finger.

And all this talking,
this diplomacy,

what good did it do?

I'll be sure to pass on
your feelings to Mr. Chamberlain

when I see him next.

Now, in the meantime,
if you could sign

the necessary forms...

Where are you sending me?

I thought you were
disillusioned with diplomacy.

Italians are still
in Warsaw.

I could work
with them.

Don't you understand,
Chase?

You are not a translator
anymore.

You are not even
a civil servant.

You are dismissed.

Temperamentally unsuitable.

Unstable.

My secretary has your
letter of resignation.

So if you'd just like
to sign that,

then we can put this
whole sorry saga behind us.

Mind your step.

Cheerio.

In nomine Patris et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti,

amen.

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Are you Jewish?

I'm Polish.

Well, that's not
what I asked, is it?

I am Polish.

Do you go with
Poles or Jews, huh?

I don't know what you mean.

Hey!

I've asked you
a question.

Yeah? Huh?

Let her go.

She doesn't want to answer
your question.

Or perhaps she just thinks
you're a virgin,

so you wouldn't really
understand her answer.

Excuse me, mate,
is this the Conchie queue?

All right, mucker,
stop shaking.

I'm on your side.

Coward's side, more like.

I'll fight, mate.

I just won't fight
for this shit.

So, if you do want some,

bring your dinner
and let's get to it.

Please, this is
hard enough as it is.

Yeah, not for me, it isn't.

Give me it back!

Hey!

Behave yourselves!

Could save your life,
them things.

My dad's gonna save us all.

He's going to fight.

Oh, is he now?

Well, he won't want you
messing about

with your gas mask, then,
will he?

Your hair still looks nice.

I know you have it done
for Harry coming back.

So, if you were going to go
and see him again...

Of course,
I'm going to see him again.

Men don't know
what to do.

To find a way back,

you have to go to them.

And when it's all sorted
with Harry,

you'll be clear
to join ENSA!

You never give up,
do you?

No, and neither should you.

This is our chance, Lois!

We've got to take it.

I don't know, Connie.

I've got my Dad,
and he's not well.

And Tom... well, he's Tom.

You can carry on
making excuses

or you can do something
for yourself for once!

You know you want to!

I'm afraid Harry isn't here.

Oh, I see.

Unless you're here

to see the boy.

What boy?

I don't know what boys like.

I've forgotten
what Harry liked.

Poor thing.

So far from home.

You have a generous disposition,
Lois, clearly.

Thank you.

It wasn't a compliment,
it was an ironic observation.

As I seem to be the one
gifted with a task

for which I'm extremely
ill-equipped.

Did Harry say why?

I mean, I know it's bad for
refugees everywhere over there

and we should all do our bit,

but was it just Harry?

Who took it upon himself
to bring one home?

It seems to be the case,
yes,

that he did rather more
than "his bit."

As you so elegantly
put it.

We need another edge.

If we find an edge...

Do you see, like this?

Like this, do you see?

That's it!
Well done, "Jan."

"Yan."

"Yan."

Oh, I see, "Yan."

Now I've learnt something, too,
hey?

He seems like a nice boy.

He is.

He's a very nice boy.

He's clearly
very fond of you.

I stayed with his family
when I first arrived.

The father, Stefan,
died in Danzig.

The brother Grzegorz's
been missing since.

The sister stayed behind to look
after, Maria, her mother.

So, I don't know if he's got
any family left, to be honest.

Lucky him.

You aren't serious.

Let's get out of here.

I'm thinking
I might go away, too.

Oh.

ENSA.

Entertaining the troops
and that.

Doing my bit, you know.

If our troops ever get out there
and get stuck in.

My dad says we wouldn't
be so keen

to talk about
getting stuck in

if we'd seen what it was
actually like.

Try telling that
to the Poles.

Sorry.

He's your dad.

It's all right.

I'm like you.

I want to do something.

I want to do anything.

I want to feel like I matter.

You do matter.

You do matter.

Let's go somewhere.

Drive somewhere, anywhere!

Are you all right?

Yes.

You?

Strange, isn't it?

Finally doing this.

Yes.

But nice?

Nice, yes.

Now we can stop pretending
and get on with our lives.

Lois?

You were the first man
I ever loved, Harry.

First I ever kissed.

So I wanted you to be the first,
and you were, so...

I don't think
I understand.

Are you saying
that this is the end?

For us,
after what we've just done?

Give the boy a coconut.

I'm saying that what we've
just done was the end.

None of this makes sense,

I don't know
what you're saying.

I gave you my heart,
Harry!

My fucking heart!

And you betrayed me
in the snap

of some Polish knicker elastic.

So please don't get confused

about me giving you
my virginity,

because that was just something
I had to get out of the way.

- Lois, I...
- "The sister!"

What?

The family you went
to stay with,

you told me
all of their names,

apart from the sister.

You couldn't bring yourself
to say her name in front of me?

You couldn't bring yourself
to say her name.

Where have you been?

You look disheveled.

It's fair to say
I am thoroughly disheveled.

Well, not in a rakish way,
you understand,

like Clark Gable.

Just grubby.

Have you been drinking?

Yes.

I've been drinking
to my brilliant future.

Good.

Because the sooner you get
your next posting, the better.

There is
no next posting.

I was asked to resign
this morning.

The Foreign Office
saw through me.

This is your career,
this is everything!

You can't have just thrown it
away, I won't hear of it.

I was always destined
to disappoint you.

I just got there a bit quicker
than we both thought I would.

Is this about that
dreadful factory girl, Lois?

Is she your future now?

No.

She's not.

I will not allow you to fail.

I will not allow you
to wallow in self-pity.

And I will not allow you
to mock the chances

life has given you...
that I've given you!

Thank you.

For your unstinting support.

Sober up and shape up.

Any other words
of wisdom and comfort?

A keepsake, perhaps, that I
could keep close to my heart?

Or a letter from my dead father,

that you've being keeping
for just such an occasion!

You do not want anything
your father would give you,

- believe me.
- Why not, Mother?

Hey? Why not?

You know very well why not.

Stop being foolish
and indulgent,

it's ugly in a man
of your age,

and will get you
absolutely nowhere.

I'm already absolutely nowhere!

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Defiant words
from the mayor of Warsaw

as he announced
the city's surrender.

In Berlin, the church bells
are ringing,

celebrating what they like
to call their "counter attack"

against Poland.

On the streets, one question:
what will Britain do next?

To which I would add,

"What will America do?"

Ah.

"What will America do?"

- That wasn't in the agreed transcripts.
- What can I say?

Sometimes I get carried away.

Herr Roosevelt and the Jews
might want war.

But they aren't America.

Can I come in?

Yes!

Hi.

You don't have many things,
do you?

No, I travel light.

Hilda?

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I am sorry, Nancy,
you need to work, and...

Oh, no, no.

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We are going to see the new

Emil Jannings film.

You could come, too.

I don't know...
it would be nice.

Well, I love
Emil Jannings.

And I loved him
in The Blue Angel.

And yes,
I would love to come.

I'll bring the hip flask.

Hello.

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Is she all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's all right, it's all right.

I'm going to get a doctor.

Oh, no, no, please!

Nancy, don't, don't!

It's all right!

Shall I call a doctor
while you settle her?

No, no, there's no need
for that.

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She was having a fit
for a long time.

She was not... having a fit!

You weren't there!

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I think you should call
a doctor.

We know what to do,
Frau Campbell.

Thank you.

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Where are you even
going to go, then?

Anywhere there
ain't queers.

Got a bit of news

- for you there, friend.
- What's that lad got on ya, hey?

Why are you doing it?

Does he need paying off,
is that it?

I thought they abolished
slavery.

I love him,
and he loves me.

He's got you brainwashed,
too, has he?

Saying that stuff.

You can't love a man.

Not the way you mean.

You just need
to get out of Paris.

Get straightened out.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I'm going to take
my chances here.

Colored and queer
with Nazis in charge.

Good luck
with those chances.

Eddie?

Could you just talk to me
for five minutes?

Not a chance, lad!

The Navy?

The bloody Navy?

You can't even steer a Pedalo.

Well, at least it's not
the Army, hey?

And I'm not going to prison,
so...

I must be stupid.

I thought you'd actually
become a pacifist.

You really believed in it.

Yeah, I don't really believe
in anything for long, Dad.

And at least I'm fighting
on the right side.

At least give me that!

Oh, everybody thinks that.

Every war they ever fight.

Yeah, well,
this one's different.

Every war's different!

Until it's the same.

Lois!

Talk some sense into him,
will you?

Can't do that, Dad.

I think he's right to join up.

Well, at least he's getting out

in the world.

Yeah, to get shot or blown up,

or do the same to other lads,
no older than him,

who have no more idea
why they're fighting, either!

It's better than dying
a long, slow death

in bloody Longsight.

Oh, you can say that.

You haven't seen death.

That's right,
I haven't done anything!

And that's why I'm...

That's why what?

That's why I'm joining up, too.

That ENSA audition
I told you about.

I'm taking it.

I can't stay here, Dad.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were
a translator.

I am.

And the Army intend to put
my skills to good use.

I'll be an officer.

Stop right there
while I hang the bunting.

So where does the budgerigar
come into it?

Company, for Jan,
while I'm away.

I bought it.

In a pubbo.

Of course you did.

So, I have a budgerigar
and Jan to look after

while you just go,
like that.

I'm fighting for my country.

- It's still running away.
- From what?

You're like your father.

He ran away when things
became troublesome.

Oh, for God's sake,
can't you show

some generosity
to his memory, at least?

When all is said and done,
the man is dead.

Death is just another kind
of running away in the end.

Where are you off, then?

Just Southport
to begin with.

Oh.

Bright lights, hey?

Dad...

I know I've not been
much of a dad

to you and our Tom, like...

- No...
- And, um...

I just...

I think...

the least I can do
is let you go, hey?

At least I can do that.

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I'm in a foreign country
for the first time in my life,

so, I can be "like this"
if I want to

and it's nobody's business.

Resilience.

It makes you a better person,

eventually.

Klaus Rossler.

Don't be nervous,
Klaus Rossler.

You're just gonna hide her away
because of her epilepsy?

We may already have lost
our son to this war.

I want him back! I want my boy back!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!