All language subtitles for Birdsong.2012.E02.720p.BluRay.x264.DTS-HDChina.english

They told me you'd had it.

Not yet, I'm afraid.

You've been promoted.

Two weeks' home leave and then a spell
on brigade staff back in London.

Wraysford, go home.

Visit Piccadilly Circus.
Buy yourself some dinner at the Café Royal.

No one's going to think you're shirking.

When are we going to attack?

Why else would they be
getting us up and walking,

if not to move us somewhere, sir?

You're right.

We go to Amiens next week.

It's mostly new boys, Kitchener's Army,
a few regulars to stiffen it up.

Amiens.

You're declining my offer
of a desk job, aren't you?

All right, Wraysford,

I'll authorise your return.

But get rid of this voodoo, would you?

Believe in your men
if you want to believe in anything.

That's the only way any of us
are going to survive this bloody war.

This isn't a war, sir,

this is an exploration
of how far men can be degraded.

Well, then,

why the hell are you going back?

Turn them over.

Tell me.

That's the nine of clubs. Right, so...

Much is held in reserve,

including a strong will.

There is a certain, a
certain stubbornness...

Nine again... It's a fortune.
But this time delivered in hearts.

Our wish will come true.

But...

But an overindulgence in...

cake and wine.

And the food and the wine
is to be avoided at all costs.

- Ow.
- Be careful.

She's here. She's here!

- Hello!
- Hello!

Stephen.

How do we look?

Happy.

Sweet Jesus! It's a ghost.

- Brennan.
- Sir.

How are you, Tipper?

Yeah, I'm good, thanks, sir, yeah.

- Erm, that's Wilkinson.
- Sir.

I've been keeping an eye on him.

Very good.

Who knows, Tipper, you might be
lieutenant by the end of the week.

Wraysford.

You could have gone home.

Why didn't you take the desk job?

The hours were too long.
The company was tedious.

Evans, pack it in.

Up on your feet,
men, let's carry on.

Welcome back.

That's it, men, on your feet.
Let's go!

Left, right, left, right, left.

Firebrace.

- Good to see you walking again, sir.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Sir.

Firebrace! How's your boy?

Fingers crossed, he's on the mend.

Very good.

You seem well.

And I was King of England
when I toddled out of church.

All the people started shouting.

"Hip-hip-hooray!".

Said I, "Get down on your knees,
it's Coronation Day!".

♪ I'm Henry the Eighth, I am!

♪ Henry the Eighth I am, I am!

♪ I got married to
the widow next door

♪ She'd been married
seven times before ♪

Letter, Jack.

Get us another tea, Jack.

Watch it, his missus'll be after you.

Oh, Arthur, Arthur, how could you?
How could you? When I love you so...

Ooh-la-la, he's jealous. He wants a kiss.

♪ He only knew
two words of French

♪ That he learned in the trench
They were "ooh-la-Ia" and "oui oui"

♪ They would spoon
beneath the moon above

♪ It was fun to see them making love

♪ She'd say, comprenez-vous, Papa?
And I'd say "Ooh-la-la! Oui oui!" ♪

Jack? What's happened, Jack?

Jack? What's happened?

- His boy.
- Yeah.

Died two weeks ago. Only heard today.

Are you coming?

Got to be up at 5:00.

We're being dispatched
ahead of the infantry.

Amiens is gonna be a bloody squash tonight.
Half the BEF's moved in.

Have one for me.

Mr Weir.

Some of the lads were wondering if

we could have a couple of hours
to go into Amiens.

It could be our last chance for a drink.

We're leaving at dawn for the front line.

Jack'll have us back by 9:00.

Go easy on the beer, Tyson.
I want you sober for laying charges.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I say again, good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Oh, come now, the management will put up
with a parsimonious paucity of plaudits,

but we do insist on manners.

I'll say it again.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Good evening!

I say, I say, I say. What's the difference
between a stoat and a weasel?

I don't know, what is the difference
between a stoat and a weasel?

A weasel is weasely identifiable.

- What about the stoat?
- That's stoatally different.

You laughed. Didn't you laugh?

Those brass hats sell it to us
like it's a busman's holiday.

"Now listen here, lads.
We'll have you over by 17:00,"

"you give the Boche what-for and we'll have
you back in no time, home for tea."

Only they don't bloody tell you
you got to leave your lungs, your heart,

your spleen behind on the front line.

Shut up!

That's some bloody souvenir
Fritz is taking home!

- What's it all bloody for, eh?
- You've had enough, Jack.

What's it all bloody for, eh?

Come on, let's get you out, Firebrace.

No, no, let's raise a glass
to all those already forgotten.

To Armitage, Turner, Douglas...

Come on. Come on, Firebrace.

Everyone who died, and my boy...

My beautiful, my beautiful boy.

Easy.

Here, Firebrace, take that.

Thank you, sir.

But my sleeve is good enough.

Firebrace, I heard that your boy...

I'm sorry.

He's caught you well, Jack.

Can I keep it?

- My wife, she'd like it.
- Yes.

Of course, Firebrace.

- Thank you.
- Sleep it off.

Watch your step, love!

What are these cuts on your hand?

The wrong chisel.

You should be more careful.

Six francs a week and all day he's making
table legs and sideboards.

Gregoire put in a note with my dresses.

"Dear Mother,."

"I am in good health, but we miss you."

"It's not the same without you."

"I hope you will come back soon."

So sweet.

Do not torment yourself.
It's only a letter.

It's only a letter?

Stephen doesn't understand family.

The importance of family.

That's because he has none.

Although he would never talk of it...

- Isabelle...
- ...he doesn't believe in children.

- Not what I said.
- In having children.

I do not believe in bringing children
into a world...

For what?

...without the promise
of keeping them safe.

Of being a constant.

Not everyone is left an orphan, Stephen.

You don't need to do that.

It's easy enough.

I do make her happy, don't I, Jeanne?

More than you know.

You're a good man, Stephen.

A good, good man.

There goes our last cup.

Come here.

This is for the first time we met.

This is for the last time we kissed.

This is for the next time we meet.

Isabelle!

Isabelle!

Stephen?

Jeanne.

The house...

ls Isabelle... Is she...

She is alive. Yes.

She's here? In Amiens?

Will she see me?

Stephen.

They move us to the front line tomorrow.
It's the start of the big push forward.

I don't know when I'll return so...

- Please.

Isabelle is ready.

The house was hit by a shell last August.

Fortunately, the children were away.

Grégoire is now at school
a few miles from here

and Lisette has been working as a governess
in a family just outside of Rouen.

Please.

Say something.

Jeanne didn't warn you I was injured?

No.

We thought it safer to
send the children away.

Only I was there when the
shell hit the house.

As soon the Germans occupied,
René was taken away.

We believe he's dead.

So you returned to him?

Not at first. But over time...

It wasn't easy, Stephen.

It wasn't an easy decision to make.

You must believe that.

She has been good to me, Jeanne.

- She hasn't left my side since...
- Do you know what you did to me?

- Stephen...
- You just left. Why?

I cannot...

I cannot...

Why?

You should not have come back...

- If you...
- Why?

Say that you do not love me any more.

One day you will understand
why I did what I did.

That it was for the best.

For whom? For whom?

You are the only woman
that I have ever loved.

You were a boy.

What am I now?

Isabelle.

Jeanne.

Jeanne... Jeanne!

Stephen, I'm sorry...

- Am I a fool, Jeanne? Am I a fool?
- No.

You are not.

She is not strong.
You can see that, Stephen.

It will have helped her, really.

You have to know
how much your visit means to her.

There is so much in her heart
that she has not told you.

So much she did not say.

I know this.

Weir!

Weir, get up. We're gonna get you a woman.

- I want to go home.
- Well, it's a long bloody walk.

See? She has a daughter.

Do you need a French letter?

Monsieur.

It'll always be a little
quick the first time.

It's not funny.

This is your expedition. You finish it.

Isabelle.

Ah, there you are, Gray.

We'll be attacking along that line there,
towards Beaumont-Hamel,

by the Somme.

Our tunnellers are gonna lay mines
all along there.

They'll gonna blow a bloody great hole
in that ridge.

Your men ready for it?

Oh, I should think so.

Wraysford? Our Somme expert.

You know the terrain?

Yes, sir, I do.
I lived in Amiens before the war.

Lieutenant Wraysford, sir.

It's marshy all along the banks of the
river, sir, rising up to Thiepval

on the one side
and to Hawthorn Ridge on the other.

- We'll be in the first wave of attack?
- Oh, yes, yes.

Over at dawn,

regroup, take a breather by midday.

Personally, I expect to be eating my dinner
off the regimental silver

in Bapaume by the end of the day.

We'll be attacking uphill, sir.

And I imagine the German
defences will be good.

They've been there a long time.
Their machine guns are well dug in.

So the ground will be churned up
by the shellfire

and the men will have
to walk on the approach

before they even reach the German wires.

- Lieutenant Wraysford...
- The area has no cover.

The men will be completely exposed
and the casualties...

Our bombardment will blow every bit
of the German wire

from here to Dar-es-Salaam.

If there's any Boche left alive after that

they'll be so bloody relieved
they'll come out with their hands up.

Where did you find this faint heart, Gray?

I know that many of you will be relieved

that we are going to attack

because that is what you have come for.

The bombardment stops tomorrow

and you will attack.

You are going to inflict

such a defeat upon the enemy
he will never recover.

His wire is cut.

His dugouts obliterated.

Mines are being laid
that will blow the Hun sky-high.

Tomorrow you must strive to win,

for your families,

for your King

and for your country.

May God bless you all.

Wire cutters, sir.

There you go.

Go on.

They've given us wire cutters.

If the wire's been cut, then why have
they given us wire cutters, sir?

- There's a rumour that as soon as...
- Just a rumour, Byrne. It's just a rumour.

Take them just in case.

You know these Fritz, they try to
repair the wire as soon as we cut it.

Sir, sir...

The men are ready, but some of them are
concerned that the wire hasn't been cut.

I've reassured them it has been...

I've been down the line.
There's no shell damage at all.

Christ.

They've gone off behind the bloody wire.
Barely grazed it. The bloody wire's not cut.

It's a tough cockup.

Prepare your men.

And if I die here today, you take
charge of the company, do you hear?

Yes, sir.

Wraysford, the bombardment
stops at 7:30, then we attack.

Pass it down. Along with some rum.

You will advance at a walking pace
behind the barrage.

The artillery will lay down
protective fire in front of you.

When in doubt, you go forward.

When in doubt, you go forward.

Sir, the air is like solid metal.

You do not stop.
You keep your eyes on the enemy line.

Hawthorne Ridge.

It's ten minutes too early.

That will warn them we're going to attack.

Not yet!

Forward!

Forward!

Just a few lines in answer to your
letter, which I received yesterday.

Don't worry. I'm not frightened
of what's waiting for me.

We are gonna attack
and we can't wait to let Fritz have it.

I love you, Gloria.
Always have, always will.

And tomorrow we will know
if we will see each other again.

Keep the line, man, keep the line!

Can we do this?

Hold the line!

- Sir?
- Hold the fucking line!

We are going to attack tomorrow.

Everything is absolutely thumbs up, Mary, and
bright and trusting to the best of luck.

They haven't cut the fucking wire!

I've not been the best
husband in the world,

and if I never told you, my dearest
Bridey, I write it now...

I have enclosed a little badge
of my regiment for Dolly's birthday.

Kiss her for me and tell her
I love her more than life itself

and I'll see her soon enough.

Stretchers at the ready, lads!

Jack... How can we just watch?

Come on, Arthur, we've gotta help.

My.... My boys.

My... My poor boys.

Dear Margaret, thank
you for your letter.

My words cannot say how sad I am.

He was our boy.
He was the light of our life.

I think about him when
I lie down at night

and imagine he's in my arms.

Dear Isabelle,

I am writing this because you are
the only woman I have ever loved,

and I fear that I may
never see you again.

I hope one day to understand
what has passed between us.

But pray for me, Isabelle.

Pray that I return
and that we shall meet again.

Stephen.

Please...

Please...

Please.

Please help.

Shoot me.

Please.

Shoot me.

Get down! Get down!

You made it, sir.

The battalion are regrouping in the woods.

Sillitoe.

Simpson.

- Small.
- Sir.

Smallwood.

Tipper.

Tipton.

Topping.

- Trainer.
- Sir.

Tulley.

We lost Tyson when the ridge blew.

- Unwin.
- Sir.

Wakefield.

It's all right. The guns have stopped.

- Walker.
- Half of England gone.

- My God.
- Wall.

What have we done?

Walter.

Ward.

West.

White.

Williams.

Wilkinson.

When in doubt, go forward.

Go forward.

When in doubt, go forward.

When in doubt, go forward.

No.

Please, Firebrace, stay there.

Someone's gonna meet his sweetheart.

Good luck to him.

I'd pay good money for a night with mine.

What, is she charging now?

Stand to, lads.

Firebrace.

Sir.

You've got your work cutout.

Yeah, haven't we just?
You're looking smart, sir.

A day's leave.

Enjoy it while you can, sir.

Give Amiens one for me.

What?

I am sorry. I am late.

No, please.

Thank you.

Thank you for seeing me.

Tea? Would you like tea?

Please.

They say it's nearly over.

Any day now you'll advance
and you'll be free to resume your life.

I can't remember my life.
I don't think I'd know where to look.

How is Isabelle?

She is dead, Stephen.

Her heart and lungs were
weakened by her injuries.

I was by her side,

she died peacefully.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you that,
Stephen.

But I thought you should know.

Damn it.

Ask Riley to do that. He does all mine.

Riley never matches the wool.

Do my cards for me, eh?

Patrol quarter to the hour, sir.

So?

Weir, I fix it.

I cheat. I make the whole thing up.

Shut up, Wraysford.

Coming through!

His name will be added to a proud list.

Proud?

Do you really believe that?

Any day now we'll be
advancing into Germany.

And when this is all over

we'll put up some God-awful monument
with four words chiselled underneath.

"Final advance and pursuit."

There must be one of those words
you like the sound of.

Final.

- Come in.

Sir.

Mr Weir's replacement hasn't arrived yet.

So I was wondering
who might accompany us tonight?

- I thought the digging had stopped.
- We still have to maintain it.

Extend the listening post,
which is all well and good.

Some of the boys thought they heard what
sounded like enemy work going on above.

All right.

My wife...

She loves Chaplin.

Take these, then.

I'm sure Weir would want you
to have something.

The boys, they asked for you, sir.

They call you our lucky talisman, sir.

You're as bad as Weir.

Always trying to get me underground
with you sewer rats.

Sir.

All right, Firebrace.

Ready, sir.

Drew the short straw again, Byrne?

- I've sort of got used to it.
- We'll make a tunneller out of you yet.

I might have to take you up on that.

That's if the milk round doesn't want me
when this is over.

Are you sure? There's no happy housewife
on the Piccadilly Line

waiting to grab your bottle, you know.

Let's play Fritz.

He's 25, married with two kids.

He's about 10 yards from the chamber
giving it the once-over

because his Boche captain is too lazy
and snoring in his bunk.

I say there's four of them.

They're sat on their arses twiddling
their thumbs waiting for this to be over.

Let's just get this done and get out, eh?

It's probably just shellfire.

Listen again.

Footsteps going back.
They've laid a charge.

Who's there?

Is there someone? Who's there?

Firebrace, sir.

I was supposed to get you out of here.

Right. What happened?

Camouflet explosion.

Won't be the only one, sir.
Get out while you can. All the others are dead.

They've got us marked out, all right.

- You leave me here, sir.
- No, you've got to help us get out of here.

Grip my arm, Firebrace.

Three tunnels. Shaped like a fork.
You have to listen. You have to listen.

We're in the middle prong
about halfway down.

It leads to the second gallery,
about half a mile from the entrance.

Then there's a lateral section
joins the three prongs.

You're coming with me, Firebrace.

Put your arm around my shoulder.
Around me.

It's the wrong way.

You've brought us the wrong fucking way.

It's the right way.

But when the second explosion went off,
it blocked the way out.

I will not die in a fucking tunnel!

Rest a while, sir.

You'll just exhaust yourself.

It is not much, but it has a sweet garden.

And it suits our needs.

Thank you for coming back with me, Stephen.

Marguerite sleeps next door.

I could not bear to let
her go after Isabelle.

A drink?

I'm not used to it, but...

It smells horrible.

- Ballamor?
- I remember Isabelle saying you liked it.

Mmm.

It was taken that afternoon in Saint-Rémy.

In the garden.

It is very nice, Jeanne.

It is big enough. For the three of us.

Three?

Marguerite shares a room with Françoise.

Françoise?

She left the child with me.

I was to send her on
when this war was over.

Isabelle has a child?

A girl.

- How old is she?
- Maman?

She is seven. Nearly seven.

Is she mine?

You had always made it clear
you were not ready,

that perhaps you would never
be ready for a child.

I swore to Isabelle
I would never tell you, but...

Please, Stephen...

Stay.

Meet her properly.

She is strong.

And funny.

So like her mother.

And that is why she left?

I am so sorry.

Firebrace.

Yes, sir.

I loved a woman once.

Very much, you see.

And she loved me.

What else is there?

I have a daughter.

Do you, sir?

Yes.

Then you have something to live for, sir.

We've got to try and get out of here.

Firebrace.

What can you see?

Boxes of explosives, ammonal.

- How many?
- Hundreds.

One box will blow a hole
big enough to get us out of here.

Move the rest down to the entrance
or the blast will kill us.

Do it.

Go on, be quick, sir.

Firebrace!

Firebrace!

Stay awake, Firebrace!

Good morning.

- Maman.
- Good morning.

We have made breakfast.

Maman.

Françoise.

(SPEAKING FRENCH

Café, monsieur?

At least take some coffee.
And perhaps some eggs?

Thank you.

Good morning.

Forgive me.

Jeanne, I can't...

I will do my best as her aunt,
but it is you that she should be with.

You are her father.

Firebrace.

How do I do it?

Break a box of ammonal

and lay a trail of powder across the top.

Needs to be 100 yards at least
if we're gonna be clear.

Thank you, Firebrace.

Jack.

My name's Jack.

Thank you, Jack.

I made a beautiful boy.

John.

He was the best of me.

There is nothing more, sir.

To love and be loved.

We're getting out, Jack.

There you are.

John.

John.

Fritz!

Come on!

Come on!

It is finished.

The war is finished.

There is nothing more, sir.

To love and be loved.

Maman?