All language subtitles for Home Fires S02E02

My name is Captain Marek Novotny.

And I'm very sorry you were
involved, Mrs...

Simms.

Bob Simms - leg wound.
- Right. Bed six.

Now it's your turn - to seriously
consider radiation treatment.

I will seriously consider it.

His wife is divorcing him for adultery and
plans to publicly name me as the other party.

I don't know what to do.

Keep Mrs Barden away!

They pick their moments, don't they?

Where's Mrs Barden? We tried to
bring her in, but she's refusing.

Number, please, caller.

Hello, caller. Number, please?

Fra nces? Fra nces?

You need to come
into the shelter immediately.

Helen Lakin is being buried today.

And part of me feels
I ought to be there.

Peter held her work
in such high regard.

Frances. I want to stay here.
And get killed? Frances.

I want to stay here!

Then I'm staying with you.

La u ra?

Are you still coming this week?

School outing with the kids?

The outing. Yes.

The girls will interrogate you
like they're in the Gestapo.

And the boys will literally fall
over themselves to impress you.

Laura.

So you'll come, then?
Yes. Terrific.

All right, then.
That's the all-clear.

La u ra?

Most operators refuse to stay
during a raid.

You handled it... very well.
Thanks.

When I was told you'd be training me,
my heart sank.

You know... I never set out to
steal Spencer from you.

Clearly. You couldn't have done
that, even if you'd wanted to.

Oh, I think I could've.
Believe me... no.

No, I was... looking
to offload him for some time.

And you did me a huge favour by
showing an interest when you did.

After all...
what girl wouldn't rather have a pilot...

over a postman?

Well... me?

I see what you mean, but...
No offence. You don't count.

Why?

Let's leave it there, shall we?

Laura?

What is it?

'Charlotte Bowers is to divorce Wing Commander
Richard Bowers on grounds of adultery.'

'The co-respondent is named as Miss Laura
Campbell of Great Paxford, Cheshire.'

Oh, I'm looking for Mr Simms.

Of course. In there.

I tried to come earlier,
but there was a raid.

Dad!

Dad.

I was er... I was just passing.

I er... I wanted to see how you were.

After everything.
Like the hair, by the way.

Oh.

Well, Adam... thinks it suits me.

Everything suits you.

I don't really know why
I'm bothering with all of this.

The Germans already have Adam.
They'll have his garden soon enough.

Some of us are working day
and night to make sure they don't.

Germany has everything.

I mean, everything that the French had,
plus everything we left behind at Dunkirk...

You know.
- The French had a much bigger army than us.

What chance do we have?

Sometimes...

...the pressure of everything that's
happening actually feels palpable.

As if I could reach up
and push against it.

Yeah. I know.
It's as if it's bearing down on us.

You feel it too?

Mm-hm.
From the minute I wake up.

But... thankfully, we have
a thing called beer.

Beer works wonders against all that.

Well, for me, it's gardening
and a spot of violent weeding.

Well, perhaps you should find
a different pressure valve,

because that weed happens to be
a rather nice foxglove.

I thought we kept the map
of the farm in the dresser draw.

What?
The map of the farm, Steph.

Where is it?
I don't know.

Right.

If it's not in the dresser,
I don't know where it is.

Can't it keep till morning?

Do you think the German High Command
shut up shop when the sun goes down?

What are you talking about?

Stan. Come back to bed.

While we sleep...

...they plan.

Go up.

I need to get on.
- With what?

I haven't got time for a debate.

Stan. Come to bed.

You go.

I can't sleep.

Ready?

How many more, for crying out loud?

Show some respect.

So far, so straightforward.

But... we now come to
the matter of the factory.

In the event of his death...

...Peter has instructed that
his business interests...

...should principally
be transferred to you.

Frances?
- Principally?

Principally.
- Surely that should be 'entirely'.

In a codicil to his will...

...Peter instructed that 20%...
of the company...

...should be placed
in a separate trust.

For who?

While the size of the portion
placed in trust can be disclosed...

...the identity
of the beneficiary cannot.

May I see?

Well, there must be some mistake,
RogeL

In all conscience...

I felt you had to know
at the earliest opportunity.

What does this all mean?

That's the last of it.

What a pokey little place this is.

It's not too late...
to change your mind.

Nor you yours.

I give you a week
before you telephone.

Begging me to bring you back.

I've told you what it'll take for me
to make such a request, Douglas.

That ball is entirely in your court.

One week.

Hurry up, Stan. Want to get it all
out before the sun goes down.

What's all this?

Littering the fields with old machinery
to stop the Jerries being able to land.

You what?
- They've done it all over the south.

When they try and land further north,
we need to make sure they can't.

Don't you mean 'if'?

Get changed.
Check the outhouses for...

old cartwheels, feeding troughs

anything big enough to foul up
a German undercarriage.

Off to the hospital?

That's right. Yes.

Pass on my best wishes to Bob.

Thank you. I shall.

No milk.
None?

No.

There was a...

a coffee house outside Ostrava...

I used to frequent as a student.

The owner threw out anyone
who asked for milk with their coffee.

For him, it was... cerna kava...
or the door.

In time, I learned he was right.

Cerna kava.

Cerna kava it is.

Have you been to see your husband?

He's quite badly injured.

Weaker than I've ever seen him.

He'll expect me to wait on him hand
and foot when he comes back home.

As his wife or... as his servant?

Why do you say that?

You told me about a man who...

does not like flowers... cos it
makes him think of his own mortality.

Who does not want children because...

..they will get in the way
of his work.

It makes me wonder...

how such a man thinks of you.

And why such a woman
would stay with such a man.

And... what she...

..might see in me.

Part of me...
thought Bob might never return.

Thought?

Or hoped?

I've tried to imagine
what it would feel like.

Does that make me a terrible person?
No.

Not to me.

I enjoyed the feeling.

Terrible now?

Mrs Barden?

Mrs Barden?

If now is not a suitable time,
I completely understand. But I...

felt compelled... to come
and offer my deepest condolences.

No, please. I...

You were the last person
I expected to see.

I...discovered that the sea air

is not all that
it's cracked up to be.

So you're back for good?

Well, let's just say that my...

..situation is in a state of flux.

Thank you, Claire.

Please.

Peter gave me that bench
for our 20th wedding anniversary.

We used to sit there
in the warm evenings.

Such a tragedy.

Your husband was a gentleman.

So er...

Where are you and Douglas living?

I saw your house had been...
requisitioned.

I've... taken a house
on the outskirts of the village.

Frances.

My mother was always
fond of saying that...

...life would be exceedingly boring
if it took a linear path.

No bumps or twists.

No... surprises.

But then, at times like this...

...what one would give for simple,
dependable boredom.

I'd give... everything I have...

...for another minute with him.

Every single thing.

Thank you for coming in this
morning, Dr Campbell.

Like other doctors we've had,

I imagine you've read everything there
is to read about this treatment.

Pretty much.

So forgive me if what I'm about to say
sounds like I'm teaching you to suck eggs.

Is sucking eggs
part of the procedure?

I must've missed that particular article.
If only it were.

We'll need you here
every day for five weeks.

I've re-arranged my surgery hours.
- Re-arranged?

Dr Campbell, this treatment
won't just tire you out a tad.

It will exhaust you,
physically and mentally.

I understand.

Didn't she go to live by the sea?

Perhaps the sea went round and
asked her to leave.

Welcome back, Mrs Cameron.
It's nice to see you.

I don't trust her.
Let's er...

...start with apologies for her
absence from... our president.

Mrs Barden.
May I propose...

that we postpone this evening's meeting...
out of respect for Frances?

I... I visited Mrs Barden
yesterday afternoon and...

...it was painfully apparent that she is
in no condition to continue as president

for the foreseeable future.
I completely agree.

Surely we can soldier on for now.

Can a ship steer a true course

without its rudder, Mrs Farrow?

However great our compassion for
Mrs Barden at this terrible time...

...the branch needs a viable president.

Here we go.

Do you have someone in mind,
Mrs Cameron?

Actually, I do.

Yes.

Oh.

You think I'm suggesting myself.
No, no, no, no, no.

But I wouldn't hesitate
in proposing... Mrs Simms.

Me?

As branch secretary, you have been
formidable in your organising over many years.

You know the WI protocol inside out.

As a rough show of hands, who would
support Mrs Simms taking over?

It's very flattering,
of course, but...

I couldn't take it on.

Not with Bob back. I'm sorry.

Then the only viable alternative...

...is you, Mrs Cameron.

Me?

You have the experience, the skill.

You have the time to guide this branch
until Frances is able to return.

As a rough show of hands, who would
support Mrs Cameron taking over?

In the short term.
- In the short term.

I'm really not sure about this.

On behalf of all the staff here,
I'd like to offer our sincere condolences.

Mr Barden was a wonderful employer.

He'll be sadly missed by everyone.

Thank you, Mr Taylor.

Erm... it was the er...
accounts you wished to see?

Yes.
Do you want to look at these here?

Or at home?
- I'll get someone to help you.

Oh, I think we can
manage these to the car.

But these only cover
the current quarter.

This area... holds the full
Barden accounts.

Bob.

I wondered when you were
planning on coming by.

I... had errands to run.

I brought you some cigarettes.

No chocolate?

We've... run out.

Sorry.

I'll erm... bring some next time.
How are you feeling?

Well, they've reduced the morphine,
which is a good sign, I suppose.

But er... I'm still in a lot of pain.

The doctor told me there's no possibility
of you climbing stairs for some time. So...

...I'm putting a bed in the study.

Bob, what... what happened?

Stray artillery landed 50 feet from
where I was standing.

Lifted me clean off my feet.

Shrapnel hit my arm...
pulped my leg...

broke my tibia.

You're lucky you weren't killed.
- Could've been worse.

Let me help.

Thank you.

That said... I have come back with
an idea for a new novel.

Set on the beach at Dunkirk.

And dedicated to my fellow veterans.

That's better.

But next time...
don't forget the chocolate.

Yes?

Couldn't help seeing your name in
the paper.

Pity it had to be about that and not
something more savoury.

Very messy business, I'm sure.
But, if you want my advice -

I really, really don't. Your mistake
was to go for a married man.

It's much less complicated to go
after single RAF boys.

No wives.

Do you see?

What, you're speaking
from experience, are you?

Shut up in the telephone exchange
all day,

not a pilot, single or married,
in sight?

I'm only trying to help.
Help yourself. I don't need it.

Oh. You gave me a shilling too much.

Thank you.

It's good to know the majority of
people in Great Paxford are honourable.

Thank you, Mrs Talbot.
Next?

She's brave to show her face.

I'll give her that.

I'd go so far as to say shameless.

I can hear you, Mrs Talbot.

Every word, as you intend, no doubt.

It's your mother and father
I feel sorry for.

Disgusting!

I could list a few of your past mistakes for
the village to hang out with their laundry.

Good day.

Thank you.

What can I get you?

Any luck?

No evidence of debt or sudden financial
injection recently that would need repaying.

Well, there must be something.
You'd expect something to suggest

where a 20% share of the business
might be owed.

I'll keep going back.

Who... or what...
could he have promised it to?

You must have some idea.
You can ask me a thousand times.

I can think of nothing
to explain it.

Keep the knee rested, Mr Hudson.

That means no allotment
until the swelling has gone down.

Right. Thank you, Doctor.

Thought I had a four o'clock.

And a quarter past four.

No.

May I see the diary, please?

What for?

Erica, have you been
cancelling appointments?

I told you.
I can handle the treatment and work.

I'm not a fool.

I have no intention of running myself
into a grave any earlier than is necessary.

I haven't cancelled appointments.
- Well, then, where have they gone?

To Dr Clarke's surgery.

Dr Clarke?

Several patients have
transferred their records to him.

How many is 'several'?

Eight.

Since the notice in the paper
about the Bowers' divorce.

I'm fairly certain.

With the cost of my treatment,
the timing couldn't be worse.

"Hello. Yes.
I'm calling from RAF Tabley Wood."

"I'm wondering if I could trouble you

to place an advertisement
on your village notice board."

"We're looking for staff to work
in the officer's mess, behind the bar..."

Spencer just dropped something off.

Thought you might like to see.

What's this?

Why don't you open it?

Oh. It's from your mother!

If she'd included a cot,
we'd have an entire nursery.

Did you ask her to send these?

I thought it might help
you get ready.

I have had a baby before, Bryn.

I know you have, Mim.
- I do know what to do.

But I want you to get as excited over this
child as you did when you were expecting David.

It's... it's time to give this one
some attention now.

Why do you go out and wait
for the bus every morning...

...if you've given up
all hope he'll return?

This... isn't about David.

This... this is about the new baby.

David's brother. Or sister.

They're separate.

Whether David is alive or
- Alive!

Whether or not he is
- He is!

Pack this lot up and send it back
to your mother. We don't need it.

David's baby clothes'll fit perfectly.
I've no doubt about that.

OK.
Bit more.

Bit more. Ooh!

Perfect.
- And the chair?

Er... you can, but I don't think he's
going to be able to sit at his desk to work.

Thank you. So now it's just the bed.

And where is that?
- Upstairs.

What are you doing?
- Places to hide.

Guns.
- Guns? Mm.

We hide them where they can't find
them, but you'll have them close by.

For what?

To defend yourselves
when I go back. What else?

Against the entire German Army?
- They loot and pillage, Steph.

They won't take no for an answer.

Look. I understand you've come back
full of what you saw in France.

My father's old service revolver
should still work.

You haven't moved it from the attic, have you?
- Why would I?

Go on.

Stan.

This is how the Czech Army insists
its soldiers make beds.

Very good.

Except, I think Bob might wonder
why a soldier has made his bed and not me.

Perhaps it shouldn't be so neat.

Thank you for today.

Thank you.

Marek, you should go back to camp.

Goodbye, Mrs Simms.

Goodbye... Captain Novotny.

You're the very first person
to respond to the advertisement.

I happened to be walking past the
church notice board when it was put up.

We've struggled to replace our bar staff since
they were reassigned to more important duties.

Is it only officers
I'll be serving or all ranks?

Just officers.

You'll soon know your Gloucester Gladiator
from your Hawker Hurricane.

My what?

Types of plane.
- Oh.

Reliable as the day it was issued.

Stan?

My old man told me he killed
five Germans with this.

Is all this really necessary?
- Jerries aren't invading with catapults.

Only good German is a dead one.

Aim for the head... or the chest.
- Stan!

I'd keep this in here.
Good at close range.

We'll hide this in the cowshed.
- Our scrap all over the fields is one thing.

But hiding loaded weapons
on the farm is...

Stan, I don't like this
one little bit!

They're absolutely brutal
with civilians.

Just... unnecessary mouths to feed.

It's basic self-defence, Steph.

Kill or be killed.

Come on, children. No straggling!

We're nearly there. Come on.

Come on. Collect your coat and things and come
straight back out to meet your parents.

Quick as you can, now.
Come on, girls.

Come on. Here you go, boys.

Oh, thank you both so much
for helping.

Oh, I loved it. Any time you wanna
help, you're more than welcome.

Isobel?
Ooh! Are we off?

Laura.

You mustn't let the gossip
get to you too much, eh?

Hello, ladies.

It's just people. Too much time on their
hands and too few brains in their heads.

I'll try not to.
- Excuse me?

Talk of the devil.
What is she doing here?

Miss Campbell helped with today's
outing. Is there a problem?

Yes. Yes, there is a problem.

I...

I am not happy with that girl...
being around my child!

You can be sure I will be writing
a letter to the board of governors.

I think you're being very unfair,
Mrs Talbot.

You are free to think what you like,
Miss Fenchurch.

Her kind of behaviour may be
all the rage where you come from.

But it is completely
unacceptable here!

Hop in, Laura. I'll drop you home.

I'd stay well clear of her,
if I were you.

Fan of yours?
- Just leave it, Tom.

People are judged by
the company they keep, young man.

Mrs Talbot, your daughter's waiting
for you. Please.

Your problem is with me, Mrs Talbot.
Leave him out of it.

I'm trying to do him a favour...

by keeping him out of you!

Mrs Talbot! Go inside
and collect your daughter now!

Please.

Come on. Get in.

We'll run her over
when she comes out.

She's right, though. You can't
afford to be associated with me.

Laura
- Stay away from me, Tom.

For your own sake.

I've been looking deeper
into the accounts and...

there is something
I don't completely understand.

Well, if you don't,
what hope is there for us?

These... are as yet unbanked cheques.

From the company account,
post-dated the first of each month

until the end
of this financial year.

All written out to Helen Lakin...
the company accountant.

All this has been happening
since 1929.

But... they don't appear anywhere
in the books.

So she was on the fiddle?
- Oh, I don't believe it.

Not Helen.

Yes?

The police just delivered this
for you, Mrs Barden.

Leave it on the side,
would you, please?

I'm sorry, Alison.

How do these cheques move us any closer to
finding out who Peter left 20% of the company to?

Actually... I think
this might get us quite close.

Why do you say that?

Because...

every single cheque...
to Helen Lakin...

...has been signed... by Peter.

He knew?
- Why would he do that?

I need these prescriptions signed
as soon as you can.

Fine. I'll do them now.

Will?

I slipped.
- I'm calling an ambulance.

Don't be ridiculous.
- You could be badly hurt. Sit still!

Stay still!

It's not that bad.

What will you and the girls do
when I'm gone?

I know the success rate, Erica.
I know the prognosis.

You have to believe the treatment will work.
- I know. You're right.

God knows I've said as much
to my patients enough times, but...

the odds against are so high.

I don't wanna leave you
and the girls.

I don't want to leave you. I...

I don't want to go.

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Teresa?

The Wing Commander needs
a partner for the next dance.

I'll give it my best shot.

This is a dangerous time
to become the subject of gossip.

You're liable to make a loss.

You let us worry about
our bottom line, Mrs Scotlock.

You're a crook, young man.

An unexploded bomb has landed just
30 feet from the top of the stairs.