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(Birdsong and insects buzzing)

(Men chatting and laughing)

- Hey!
- All right, ease up!

WOMAN: Easy, now. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

BOY: On your way. Come on!

- Come on, girls, come on. Come on.
- Come on.

DRIVER: Get a move on!

(Horn blares)

(Cows mooing)

BOY: Come on.
- (Horn tooting)

- Come on.
DRIVER: Are you bloody deaf?

- (Horn blares)
BOY: On your way. Come on.

Keep the girls moving, Stan.
Slow as they want.

All right, Mum.

What's she playing at?

♪ 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

♪ Eyes wide open

♪ All the cries

♪ Broken for now...

Morning.

(Interweaving voices repeat song)

Ripped By mstoll

How do you do?

- Well, all I can advise is don't get complacent.
- I won't.

Asthma's a condition that
can lie low for years,

then out of the blue something triggers an
attack and then suddenly you're in trouble.

Thanks for the all clear, Doctor.

- Give my regards to your mother, David.
- Will do, Mrs Campbell.

Thank you.

Have you given any more thought
to what I've asked - about enlisting?

I just want to know whether or not
they'd take me. That's all.

But if they say "yes",
then that won't be all, will it?

Erica, I'm not going to do anything rash.
I just want to know my options.

I suppose I was hoping that the girls and me
wanting you to stay with us

would be the only option you'd need.

The appointment's at 3.30.

I'll be back in time for evening surgery.

(Chatter)

- David's turning into a fine young man.
- Mm. He is.

Best enjoy this while we can.

Hitler's got enough on his plate
without picking a fight with us.

His appetite for territory seems rather insatiable.
Will you be there this evening?

- If I can get away.
- Oh, do try and make it, Miriam.

Turning out in force
to oppose Joyce's proposition

is the only way to get it thrown out.

- Will you be there, Alison?
- Of course. Boxing gloves on.

- Granite chin at the ready.
- Excellent. You may well need it.

I suspect it could get rather bloody.

How was the check-up?

Fine.

Good.

- What can I get you, Alison?
- Some tongue would be lovely.

Oh, I was expecting you back
half an hour ago, Claire.

I'm sorry, Mrs Cameron.
Bit of a queue at Brindsley's.

And then, in the grocer's, a few of us
were talking about tonight's meeting.

As my employee,

you'll appreciate that I expect you to vote
in favour of my proposition tonight.

Staff loyalty is a quality
that I hold in very high regard.

It's essential for a harmonious household.

Yes, Mrs Cameron.

There's a list of chores
on the kitchen table.

I'd like them completed by the time I return.

I'll be out all afternoon.

Yes, Mrs Cameron.

(Telephone ringing)

(Typing in background)

MAN: Mr Taylor, please.

SECOND MAN: Dr Campbell?

This way, please.

(Clock ticking)

(Bird cawing)

Waiting for inspiration, Mr Simms?

(Laughs)
Well, it has to come from somewhere.

We all assumed Pat was your muse.

Doesn't quite work like that.

- See you at the meeting tonight?
- Yes.

Thought you might like a sandwich.

Another coffee would be more useful.

How did it go?

Will?

You'll be pleased to know
I didn't pass the medical.

What do you mean "didn't pass"?
You're the fittest man I know.

They found a little something
during the examination.

What?

- Well, a slight irregularity with my breathing.
- How slight?

I'm sure it's nothing significant
but I need to get it looked at.

Well, then let's hope it's just enough
to prevent you from going back in.

- Be careful what you wish for.
- Mm-hm.

MRS CAMERON: Ladies,
none of us should be under any illusion

about the prospect of imminent war
with Germany.

If and when hostilities break out,

there will be much to be done

to ensure that our homes
and families are protected

from the trials and tribulations
the war will inevitably bring.

And it is for this reason

that your committee proposes
the Institute closes its doors

until we can raise our flag again
in a time of peace.

(Muttering)

Oi! Argh!

It needn't be for long.

The government assures us,
if and when they begin,

hostilities could be over by Christmas.

Madam President.

Few who lived through the last conflict
will set much store by government assurances

that any war against Germany
will be over swiftly.

- Mrs Barden...
- When war does begin,

it will hurl us all into a
period of great change.

Something you, Madam President,
have proven steadfastly resistant to

over the course of your term in office.

Mrs Collingborne,
would you kindly control your sister?

As you know, Madam President,
that isn't as straightforward as you imply.

(Giggling)

(Groaning)

Ooh. Can you help me up?

Blimey... what happened to you?

Army lorry.

- Ow.
- Ooh.

- Ohh...
- Oh!

Sorry.

- Are you all right?
- I'm late.

Where are you going?

I am more than willing
to put my proposition to the vote.

(Murmuring)

Any objections to that, Mrs Barden?

Only that the membership has been
so tightly managed over the years

it will almost certainly deliver
whatever you ask of it.

Shame on you for not sharing my faith
in our colleagues' independence of mind.

Shame... on... you.

If we walk slower,
it might not hurt so much.

I can't walk slower, Mr Wilson. I'm late.

Well, why don't we leave your bike here...

...and I'll get you to where you need to be
double quick on the back of mine?

- Sure you can carry me?
- You're no heavier than a bag of mail.

Charming.

- A small, light, bag of mail.
- Mm.

Uncommonly pretty eyes.

Oh.

- Ow. Ooh.
- Are you all right?

Ow. Ow.

- 13.
- (Low chatter)

WOMAN: Nail-biting stuff, this is, isn't it?

Ladies...

it is with some surprise...

I announce the vote to be...

- a tie.
- (Excited chatter)

This means that, as President,
I have the casting...

So sorry I'm late!

Uh...

...bit of an accident on my bike, Mrs...

...Madam President.

You haven't voted yet, have you?

Indeed we have, Claire.

The vote was a tie
which means that I have the casting vote.

With all due respect, Madam President...

And I cast my vote...

...in favour of closing the Institute
for the duration of the hostilities.

But...

But I'm here now.

And it's lovely to see you.

But, alas, I'm afraid too
late for you to vote.

I respect what you said about loyalty
this morning, Mrs Cameron...

...Madam President.

If I were you, I would think very carefully
about what you're about to say, young lady.

Feel free to speak your mind, Miss Hillman.

You're among friends here.

I'm not ashamed to say
the thought of war scares me.

It terrifies me, if I'm honest.

But that's why I need this.

You.

I feel very strongly the
Institute should stay open.

(Whispering)

So that's how I would've voted.

That's all very well, Miss Hillman.
But I'm afraid the vote is closed.

A President's casting
vote should only be used

when there is a genuine deadlock.

If Miss Hillman hadn't been waylaid,

then she would have been present to vote.

Yes, but she was waylaid.

And the vote was taken.
And it was a tie.

And, consequently, I had the deciding vote.

If you don't allow Miss
Hillman's vote to count,

I shall have little choice but to call
a vote of no confidence in the President.

This could have far-reaching consequences,
Mrs Barden.

The President is, after all,
elected by the members,

and I urge you to think very carefully...

I demand a vote of no confidence
in the President!

(Low chatter)

I have served this branch to the best
of my ability for six long years...

I'm sorry, but I absolutely demand it.

...and I categorically refuse
to be subjected to this indignity,

and hereby...

offer my immediate resignation.

(Muttering)

- They'll come back.
- I don't think they will.

Well done, Frances.

Well, one way or another you've handed Joyce
exactly what she wanted.

(Thunder rumbling)

- What's up with your arm?
- Sh.

- It's fine.
- Steph.

(Thunder rumbling)

Show me.

- Agh!
- Bloody hell, love.

- It's nothing.
- That's a cow-kick.

It's my own fault.

I was in a hurry to finish milking
so I could get in and dry off.

That's a bad one. If it's no easier
by morning, I'll call Dr Campbell.

Don't be such an old woman.

WIRELESS: Now a special announcement.

The German government announced tonight
their response to a British communication

and gave their proposals
for a settlement of the Polish problem. It...

(Gate shuts)

(Keys rattle)

(Door closes)

- Where's Dad?
- In front of the fire.

- Kettle done?
- Not for an hour or so.

Right.

I've come to a decision, Ma.

What about?

Enlisting.

- What?
- All the lads are talking about it.

Well, you can't enlist.

- You can't stop me when I'm 17.
- You're forgetting one thing...

- Neither can Dad.
- I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about your condition.

If Doc Campbell gave me the all clear,
so will the Navy.

- The Navy?
- As soon as I'm 17, I'm going to join the Navy.

Have you told your dad any of this?

No, he fell asleep before I could.

My mind's made up, Ma.

It's what I want.

I'll see you in the morning.

(Sobbing)

(Ticking)

We need to order a new stethoscope.
I suspected it was on the way out.

Just tried it on myself
and it appears I'm already dead.

I'll do it first thing.

I might order a couple,
before they all get requisitioned by the Army.

- No need to rub it in.
- Not meaning to.

Just pleased on an ongoing basis.

- (Door shuts)
- You're back early.

We were thrown out of the cinema.

This old chap was constantly sneezing,
disturbing everyone,

so Laura had a quiet word.

I politely suggested that if he was so unwell,
the cinema wasn't the best place for him.

Sound medical advice. Good for you.

He spluttered off to the manager,
who threw us out.

Though I told him that if we did go to war,

I hoped the first German bomb
dropped on England would land on his cinema.

- That's a terrible thing to have said.
- Not with anyone in it!

- So you're banned from the cinema now?
BOTH: For life!

- Come on.
- I'm starving.

Aren't you pleased to be able to stay at home

to see those two banned
from every cinema in Cheshire?

What every father dreams of.

(Sheep bleating)

(Low drone of aeroplane engines)

(Clucking)

How is it?

We need to keep the arm in this position
for a couple of days.

After that, you can take the sling off,

but you must look after it
until the pain has completely gone.

- She's lucky it's not broken.
- "She"? I'm not one of the bloody cows.

- My apologies.
- Dad?

Bad enough Stan being in two minds
whether to call out you or the vet.

No point in telling you
to take a few days off work, I suppose?

I like a man who can answer his own questions.
Saves me from stating the obvious.

- Look after her.
- Mm. Fresh straw and everything.

You think he's joking.

- Have you spoken to him?
- If this is what he wants we can't stop him.

- You forgotten how old he is?
- I was a year younger.

If you were my son I'd have stopped you.

You wouldn't have had the option.

Young men are drawn to war
like moths to flame, Mim.

- It's their chance to prove themselves.
- Or be blown to pieces trying.

From a bullet or regret -
more than one way to die.

Spare me the "glory of the battlefield", Bryn.

It took us years to get through it.

You still can't pour a jug with a steady hand.

That said, I'd sooner have gone than not.

- David isn't ready.
- No-one is. You're not listening.

It's not a choice. Not for most.

(Sizzling)

Well, now your precious Institute's closed,
perhaps I'll have your full attention.

- You've always had my full attention, Bob.
- No, no.

Your mind is frequently elsewhere

when it should be focused on ensuring

that the only breadwinner in the house
is looked after.

But if you'd allow me to work, I could help
alleviate some of the financial worry.

We've had this conversation.

- But...
- Yeah, but we've had this conversation. Yes?

Mm.

Why aren't you having any?

There's only enough bacon for one.

(Clattering)

You have it.

Hands and knees, Pat.

I'm waiting.

(Birdsong)

MIRIAM: I'm begging you to help me.

After you gave David the all clear,

he went down the recruitment office
to find out about signing up.

When the time comes,
they'll give him a medical

and if they find anything relating to asthma,
they won't take him.

Tell them he's got it.

- David is a young man...
- He's not a young man!

- He's a boy! A 16-year-old child.
- I understand how you must be feeling.

You have two daughters who'll never see action!
You can't possibly understand how I'm feeling.

All I'm asking
is you write to the recruitment office

and tell them that David
has a history of chronic asthma.

But, Miriam, he doesn't.

It's acute at best and has, thankfully,
been on the wane for a number of years.

- They don't need to know that!
- That's quite enough!

With all due respect, Erica,
this is between me and Dr Campbell.

Will has looked after your
family for many years.

He has great affection for you all,

but you're asking him to
commit a malpractice.

He can't possibly do that.

I sympathise. I really do.

But you'll do nothing.

- I can't do what you're asking.
- If they take him, my son will die.

Miriam, I think you should leave now.

Save my child.

(Outer door slams)

She won't be the last.

The County Organiser thought
we had little choice but to close

due to catastrophic loss of membership.

She had been in touch with Joyce

but Joyce has refused to return,
which means none of her supporters will either.

She suggested we join our nearest Institute
for the duration.

Did she explain how we're meant to cover
16 miles there and back on bicycle?

At night, with military vehicles
charging all over the place?

She did not.

So that's it.

Either way, Joyce has got what she wanted.

The closure of the WI.

Well, then, not if we attract more members.

How are we going to do that?

In all honesty, I've no idea.

But that doesn't mean we give up.

- I should be getting back.
- And me.

♪ The Very Thought Of You

You did what you thought
was the right thing to do.

Up to a point.

Then I acted on impulse...
and made the situation intractably worse.

- Me and my big mouth strike again.
- (Fizzing)

Well, I happen to love
you and your big mouth.

Thank you, Peter.

That makes me feel... marginally better.

Cookie says supper will be five minutes
while the beef rests.

Thank you, Claire.

- Is there something else?
- I just want to thank you...

for letting me come and work here
after Mrs Cameron let me go.

Well, we couldn't stand by
and see you suffer for speaking your mind.

Mrs Cameron's loss is very much our gain.

You're very welcome here, Claire.

- I can't thank you enough.
- You just have.

Well, here's to "speaking your mind".

(Glasses ring)

♪ The Very Thought Of You

♪ The very thought of you

♪ And I forget to do

♪ The little ordinary things

♪ That everyone ought to do

♪ I'm living in a kind of daydream

♪ I'm happy as a king

♪ And foolish though it may seem

♪ To me, that's everything

♪ The mere idea of you...
- Coffee!

Pat! More coffee!

♪ The longing here for you

♪ You'll never know how slow the moments go

♪ Till I'm near to you

♪ I see your face in every flower

♪ Your eyes in stars above

♪ It's just the thought of you

♪ The very thought of you

♪ My love

You're thinking about Joyce, aren't you?

I can practically hear the pistons of
frustration pounding in your head.

I'm not wasting any more mental energy
on that woman.

But I am thinking about
how we might resurrect the Institute.

Might not mothballing be for the best
for the time being?

Given that everyone's looking inwards now.

On the contrary.

War can be very isolating.

The Institute would provide women
with a sense of community and purpose

- while their men are away.
- I understand that, but...

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Look.

What would Alison do without the WI?

I'll tell you.

She works all the hours God gives.

Without the WI to get her out of the house
once a month,

her life would almost entirely
consist of accounts and that dog.

The bushes are dripping
with blackberries this year.

Mm?

I couldn't help noticing.

You can see them even in moonlight.

Are you all right?

What an absolutely brilliant man you are.

In four days, Alison will commemorate
the loss of her George

in a North Atlantic convoy 23 years ago...

...his name carved for ever
onto the village war memorial.

The very first fatality of the Great War
was a merchant seaman.

In all likelihood, the very first
fatality of this war will be one too,

sailing the same route for the same reason -

to keep this nation supplied with food.

Which is why every pound of fruit
we preserve as jam

is a pound that won't need to be shipped here
through treacherous waters.

To that end, I've made a
survey of the local area

and put together this map

of all the blackberry hedgerows
in and around the village boundary.

Our aim must be to collect it all.

- Frances...
- We never made jam under Joyce Cameron.

She thought it was too downmarket for her WI.

By making it now, it would serve as a signal

to all the women of Great Paxford
who felt excluded by Joyce and her crowd.

It would be a line in the sand
between the old Institute and the new.

A line in the sand made of jam!

(Laughter)

- There's miles of it.
- And very few of us.

We can't be daunted at the first hurdle.

Others will answer the call. I'm sure of it.

When?

Why, have faith, ladies.

Hold fast.

Look at this. It's for the Women's Institute.

Oh, yes? Oh, it does sound good.

Mr Farrow?

Mr Farrow.

What's this?

"Women of Great Paxford, join us for a harvest
of blackberries for the purpose of making jam."

"For the purpose of making jam."
Why not just say, "to make jam"?

- They know how to make it sound better.
- Bollocks.

Unlike you.

"This will be a small part
of our planned contribution

to the nation's food
supply in the event of war

and a re-launch of the village Women's
Institute following its recent closure.

ALL welcome."

"All" in capital letters.

- What do you reckon?
- What, baking cakes and arranging flowers?

- It's not for me.
- This doesn't mention cakes or flowers.

But it does say "all" in capital letters.

Not for me.

You should go...
for the purpose of getting out more.

Leave it, Stanley, all right.

- Move out...
- Right.

(Women humming)
♪ When The Saints Go Marching In

(Women humming and laughing)

♪ Oh, when the saints go marching in

♪ Oh, when the saints go marching in

♪ I want to be in that number

♪ Oh, when the saints go marching in

♪ Oh, when the stars fall from the sky

♪ Oh, when the stars fall from the sky

- (Bell rings)
♪ I want to be in that number...

I brought back your bicycle.

Oh, I think you're mistaken, Mr Wilson.

- That's not mine.
- It is.

Fixed the brakes, replaced the chain,
cleaned and oiled the gears.

Added a nice new basket.

Repaired your saddle, changed both tyres,
refitted new inner tubes,

and... cleaned and polished your frame.

That must have set you back.

The bill for parts and labour
stands at you calling me "Spencer".

Oh.

Very well.

Thank you so much... Spencer.

It's my pleasure. Um...

Oh. Claire.

Well... Bye, then...

Claire.

Bye, Spencer.
And thanks ever so much.

Spencer.

Lovely bicycle.

Isn't he?

(Women chuckling)

♪ Oh, when the stars fall from the sky...

Is Bob getting any work published
at the moment?

A little local journalism here and there.

No new book on the horizon?

Oh, he isn't finding it easy
following the success of his first novel.

I do what I can to help.

I take care of the day-to-day things
so he's free to focus on his work.

Try and keep him happy
so his mind can focus on being creative.

Cook him his favourite food.
That sort of thing.

Tonight I've cooked him pilchards.

Mm. Bob loves pilchards.

(Cricket commentary on wireless)

(Cutlery clattering)

- There you are.
- There's a lot more than I'd expected.

- We've been at it for hours.
- We have, haven't we?

(Chatter continues)

- I want to apologise for the other day.
- There's no need.

I should never have put Dr Campbell
in that position...

or said half the things I did.

I understand.

I can't imagine how it must feel
to think of your child going off to fight.

(Vehicle engine droning)

(Ambulance bell ringing)

- What?
- It's heading for the village.

If Will doesn't need me,
I'll be straight back.

(Low chatter)

(Vehicle approaching)

Do you want a lift?

Thank you!

- What happened?
- I heard Bob shouting for help.

I found him being violently sick

and doubled up in pain on the hall floor.

- We need to go, Doc!
- Tell Pat.

(Birdsong)

(Buzzing)

(Birds twittering outside)

Ah...

- (Knocking)
- Pat?

Come in.

Will asked me to let you know

Bob won't be discharged
until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.

Whatever it is, it's really
knocked him for six.

- I think I know what it was.
- Really?

Pilchards.

- What?
- They must have been on the turn.

Well, don't look so worried.
Anyone can make a mistake.

(Lively chatter)

Why won't you take my money?

If you hadn't allowed us to pick your fruit,
we'd never have made all this.

I'm not going until you let me pay for it.
Not for the WI and not for you. For the fleet.

It would be lovely to see you
at our meeting this evening.

Busy, I'm afraid.

All the more reason.
Everyone gets so much from it.

Without it, I sometimes think
I'd curl up in bed and never get up.

Hello.

- Thank you, driver.
- That's all right, miss.

Excuse me... (Voice fades)

Oh, Mr Wilson. Er, Spencer.

Hi.

Would you like to try some of our jam?

Why not?

I helped make it.

Try that.

Mm. Delicious!

What did you do?

I...

...added the delicious.

- Spencer!
- Jenny!

Are you taking me for that drink, or what?

- Would you like to try our jam?
- No, thanks. Looks awful.

I helped make it.

Probably riddled with bits of wasp.

Each pot includes an invitation
to join our new Women's Institute.

Do I look like someone who'd join the WI?

Well, possibly not the old one,
but the new one might entice even you.

Come on, Spence. I'm parched.

I didn't have him down as a wolf.

Welcome home, Bob.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.

I have him now, gentlemen.
Thank you so much.

Quite all right.

Go steady.

How are you feeling?

You mean, after you poisoned me?

I didn't realise the fish was on the turn.

Because you were too busy
with your damned Institute.

No.

Why are you all dressed up?

- It's the first meeting of the new...
- You're not going.

- But...
- I need you to look after me, yes?

Yes.

That's all you have to do, Patricia.

Look... after... me.

(Cup and saucer gently rattling)

No-one else is coming, are they?

At least we sold all the jam.

Proves people's sense of patriotism
is alive and well.

- True.
- (Door opens)

- Am I late?
- No. Not at all.

Everyone... This is Miss Fenchurch,
our school's new teacher.

- Hello.
- How do you do?

Hello.

- Can she not speak?
- Oh, on the contrary...

(Whispers) Behind you.

Only you.

I thought as much.

Hardly the making of a new Institute.

Oh, excuse me!

I thought I'd come and have a look.

- Is the meeting still on?
- Not noticeably.

It is... inasmuch as we're here.

I'll just get the girls off the trailer.

The girls?

It's on, girls!

- Right, that's us!
- Ooh!

Come on, girls, park yourselves.

I hope you don't mind.
I mentioned it to some women.

No, of course not.
The more the merrier.

You say that now.
Come on, ladies, quick as you like.

(Chatter)

Are you staying or leaving, Mrs Cameron?

This will fail, Mrs Collingborne.

Lowering standards never works.

The only thing that's failed

is your determined attempt
to keep this Institute

at the preserve of
your favoured snobs and sycophants.

But then that, like so much else,
is about to change.

Now, if you're willing to change with us,
then you are very welcome to stay...

When I want a homily
on the "joys of transformation",

I'll listen to the organ grinder
in church on Sunday...

...not his monkey at the village hall midweek.

Enjoy the company of your new friends
while you can.

This - whatever this purports to be -
can't survive.

It doesn't purport to be anything.

It is Great Paxford's new Women's Institute.

If you say so, Mrs Collingborne.

Good evening.

FRANCES: You are most welcome!

Good jam, by the way.

Too sweet for me, but my two loved it.

I prefer damson.

There'll be plenty on the
trees in a week and...

We've got a spare shed
if you need to store anything.

That would be utterly fantastic.

I've got some other ideas
if you'd like to hear them.

Like to? We'd love to!

Ladies! Please come in.

You're most welcome.

(Clock ticking)

(Door bangs)

ERICA: I'm back!

At the beginning of the evening, it looked like
no-one was going to come, but by the end...

I had a call from the consultant an hour ago.

Good doctor. Nice man.

And?

I have lung cancer, Erica.

What?

Apparently, I have lung cancer.

- But... But that's... that's not possible.
- They've caught it early.

- You haven't got cancer, Will.
- Erica.

I'm afraid I have.

But what... What do we tell the girls?

Until there's something they really need
to know, can't we leave them as they are?

The whole country's in a state of
jumping the gun. Let's not follow suit.

We can't just continue as normal.

Yes. As normal.

Precisely that.

For as long as possible.

Please.

"Be careful what you wish for..."

♪ 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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