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SERGEANT MAJOR:
...left. Left, right, left.

Left, right. Left, right, left.

Left, right. Left, right, left.

- Morning, Stan.
- Eyes front!

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

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

Stan!

♪ ...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...

SERGEANT MAJOR:
Left, right. Left, right, left.

David!

David!

David!

- (Panting)
- Ma?

- Ma!
- (She gasps)

Ma!

- (Mutters)
- Ma...

- What are you doing?
- I...

Ma, this is me. It's David.

- Hey.
- (She sobs)

Hey. All right? Come here.

(Bell tolling)

SARAH:
Behaving as if you were already President

before the other members
have voted for you is a bit...

Don't you think there's something
rather Joyce-like about that?

This pitch alone would yield over a hundred
thousand square feet of prime agricultural land.

Why would anyone play cricket on it
when it could be used to feed people?

- Because not everyone thinks like you.
- Not yet.

But they will.

I've been giving Joyce
a great deal of thought recently...

(Chuckles)

...and I've come to the rather startling
conclusion that perhaps she wasn't all bad.

- Joyce Cameron?
- Like her or loathe her, she's a born leader.

Morning, ladies!

The cricket season isn't over yet.

My advice would be to tread very carefully.

Leadership is about commanding the herd
when the moment demands.

It's about seizing them by the horns
firmly with both hands

and hauling them in the right direction.

- The right direction being your direction?
- I'm glad you agree.

- It was a question.
- I don't think it was.

- No, no. It was.
- I really don't think so.

(Chatter)

Pat, more tea!

(Ticking)

Pat!

About half of that, please, Bryn.

Half?

Hello, Miriam.

Er... that's one and six.

Thank you.

- What's going on?
- (Shop bell jangles)

Search me.

(Sobbing)

I'm sorry.

Why'd you rush out?

When the recruits ran past...

...one of them turned to me and I...

...I could've sworn it was David.
- What?

I saw David... and panicked,

and ran out to pull him away
before they kill him.

- No-one's going to kill him.
- But isn't that how you win wars?

- By killing more boys than the other side?
- Stop thinking like this.

I can't!

Hey.

I came back last time, didn't I?

It won't be the same as last time.

Better ways to kill now.

Besides...

...he's not you.

(Low chatter)

- (Thud of ball on bat)
- Well bowled.

- Morning, Pat.
- Morning.

I'm home.

Ripped By mstoll

- What time do you call this?
- I wondered where you were.

- Where were you?
- I wasn't gone long.

That wasn't my question.

Are you deliberately
trying to impede my recovery?

- Why would you say such a thing?
- I wake up exhausted, needing a drink.

I call out for you - nothing.

No note. No idea where you'd gone
or what time you'd be back.

- I should have left a note. I'm sorry.
- So why were you so long?

I was trying to make the housekeeping
last as long as I can.

It takes time to judge
what's affordable and what isn't.

- Are you saying I don't give you enough?
- No.

If I'd been able to finish my novel by now
we would have had more money coming in.

You are this close, Patricia. Yes?

- I had to buy food.
- You buy food when I tell you to buy food.

And when I tell you to buy food,
you only buy the food I tell you to buy. Yes?

Yes!

Don't look at me like that.

Without you holding me back
I would have had so much more success.

You're like a dead weight around my neck.

- I need to go to the lavatory.
- When I say you can go, you can go.

- Please...
- What... what did I just say?

(Sob)

Go on. Before you humiliate yourself.

(Door opens and closes)

(Dog growls)

Sorry.

There are a couple of boxes of George's
things I've still to remove from the room.

Want to work out
where I'm going to put them, so um...

Well, put your case and boxes
on the bed for now.

(Dog growling)

It's so kind of you
to take me in like this, Mrs Scotlock.

We could hardly allow
our new teacher to be homeless.

Boris!

- I'm not sure he agrees with that.
- Boris doesn't really do "sharing".

- To be fair, he's never really had to.
- (Growling)

He's all mouth and trousers.
Take him for a walk and he'll love you forever.

- (Barks)
- Boris!

I'll pop this upstairs.

(Growls)

I can't thank you enough for this.

Let's hope Boris and I
aren't too long in the tooth for it.

Yeah, well, we would have taken her but for
the RAF officers being billeted with us.

I'm assuming she doesn't know Joyce is behind
having the school cottage requisitioned?

Joyce has a lot to feel vengeful about
at the moment.

I don't want Teresa knowing
that she's in her line of fire.

(Clears her throat)

It's so lovely to see you all here,
as we convene for our first meeting in war time.

What the next months will deliver is unknown.

But what is known is that together we shall
endure whatever the future will throw at us.

For none understands
the true cost of war better than women.

For it is we, alone,
who are left to count the cost...

in the currency
of loved ones lost and injured.

And I want to move swiftly on
to my plan for the next year,

to turn every available square foot of land
in the village towards food production.

I am proposing we begin...
by ploughing up the cricket pitch.

(Shocked murmuring)

Oh, no, make no mistake, ladies.

There will be thousands of villages
across the land doing the same.

Each making their contribution
to the nation's larder.

If we plough up the pitch we run the risk
of turning the cricketers against us.

Not to mention the men who watch.

Is it worth pushing this through
at the cost of such colossal resentment?

They'll come round in time.

Besides, many of them won't be here
for much longer, don't forget.

(Shocked murmuring)

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
that the way it sounded.

Didn't you?

Easy for you to advocate ploughing up
the cricket pitch, Mrs Barden,

when your husband never goes near it.

Growing produce
is a way for women to invest skills

they acquired in peacetime
and to take the lead.

- I'm surprised you can't see this.
- Oh, I see plenty.

I was on my way home
from a District Council meeting

and I felt that it was my responsibility

to inform you of a decision
to requisition this hall for the RAF.

WOMEN: What?

Which means that this will be your last
meeting here for the foreseeable future.

Was there really no other building
the committee could have chosen?

Well, it was a heated debate.

But in the end
an unassailable argument was made.

By you, no doubt.

Your committee will receive official
notification by the end of the week.

Ah, except there doesn't seem to be
a committee to receive it.

It's just Mrs Barden.

We were coming on to that.

An extraordinary general meeting
will still need to be held.

At which a secret ballot will be required

to vote in the right person to be President.

Whoever she might be.

Good evening, ladies.

I'll see you again soon, no doubt.

(Low chatter)

I've been through everything four times,
Mr Driscoll,

and each time I find a difference between
what your outgoings should be this quarter,

based on previous quarters,
and what they actually are.

I see.

Because everything else seems to be
pretty constant month on month. So...

I wanted to see you
in case I've missed something.

- Well, maybe you have, Mrs Scotlock.
- That's a relief. What I have missed?

The Prices of Goods Act
coming into force in November.

So... these are... adjusted figures?

The government has a duty
to protect this country, Mrs Scotlock.

- And I have a duty to protect my margins.
- The act is to prevent profiteering.

Odd how making a profit
is perfectly acceptable during peacetime,

but during the war they add a couple of syllables
and it suddenly becomes a dirty word.

If these are the books you wish me to work from
then I'm afraid I'm unable to help you.

You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours -
isn't that the British way?

I'm sorry. It isn't my way.

Shame, because I've no desire
to take my business elsewhere.

Nor will many of your other clients
from the chamber of commerce.

The thing about war is
you have to decide whose side you're on.

And we all want you on our side, Mrs Scotlock.

Very much.

Well, I wish I could be of more
help, but I can't. I'm sorry.

Good day, Mr Driscoll.

- (Clinking)
- Oh, don't be alarmed!

Contrary to Joyce's insinuation
I'm not planning world domination,

but scouring the village from on high

for a building that might
accommodate the WI...

now that our hall's been
requisitioned in malice.

Malice?

You don't imagine that Joyce would have
allowed the hall to be requisitioned

if she were still President?

- Wouldn't she?
- Claire.

War is driven by propaganda on all sides.

Now more than ever you really need to question
the mere surface of things.

Look beneath, to what's really taking place.

Hm. I suppose.

So, have you found anywhere else?

I've narrowed it down
to three barns and the pub.

(Bicycle bell)

What would you think about meeting upstairs
at the Horse and Groom?

Claire?

- Hello!
- Ah.

Just the one.

- For Mrs Barden.
- Thank you.

How do you like working here
compared to the Camerons?

If I said I much prefer it, how do I know
you won't go telling other people?

Come again?

People don't always mean what they say,
do they?

- You know, especially now.
- Now?

Well, during war.

With all the propaganda and everything.

Well, I wouldn't lie to you, Miss Hillman.

- You didn't tell me you had a sweetheart.
- I didn't tell you because...

Well, she isn't.

It looked like it to me.

Claire, Jenny's just a girl
I see from time to time.

- What else is a sweetheart?
- A girl you want to see all the time.

Is that the truth? Or more... propaganda?

Or... both?

Claire, might it be possible to have my post?

Well...

Bye, then.

Bye, then.

- Claire...
- Mm.

Thank you.

(Indistinct chatter)

Put your tongue away
before it gets caught in your spokes.

(Wolf whistle)

I thought now might be a good time
for a little chat.

(Exhales heavily)

What's wrong
with wanting to fight for my country?

Nothing. And let's get one thing straight.

- I'm not looking to stop you.
- Ma is.

She doesn't want to see you hurt, David.

Or worse.

I'm not going to die, if
that's what she's thinking.

She still thinks I'm a child.

David...

All I want to ask is that you don't join up.

- I thought you said you didn't want to stop me!
- I want you to give your ma time

to get used to the idea
that you will eventually go.

If this carries on
they'll come for you soon enough.

Give her time to accept it.

- You're trying to trick me.
- No.

I did what you're planning,
to your gran, last time round.

Joined up and buggered off
before anyone could stop me.

No regard for anyone else.

Found out later it nearly killed her.

You want to show your ma
you're no longer a child, David - give her this.

Wait to be called.

(Door opens and closes)

(Growls)

- Are you sure he'll actually walk with me?
- Dogs are pack animals.

They just need to know who's in charge,
and once it's made clear it isn't them...

...they're perfectly happy.

Once he sees me give you the lead,
he'll be putty in your hands.

Just give me an hour to get the place straight
and I guarantee you'll come back firm friends.

Right.

- (Boris whines)
- Right.

(Barks)

I am now showing Boris
that I'm handing control of him... to you.

- At least he's not growling any more.
- If he starts just ignore him

and he'll soon get the message
that you're not remotely impressed.

Grow up.

- Come on, dog!
- (Yelps)

Good dog.

(Barks)

Come on!

Good boy.

- (Barking)
- Steady on!

What can you smell, eh? What is it?

Your mistress wouldn't be too chuffed with you
coming home with that hanging from your jaws.

- Come on, Boris! Come away!
- (Barking)

Oh!

- Boris!
- (Barking)

Boris!

You stupid animal, for goodness sake! Boris!

You come back here this instant!

I'm just really busy this weekend.
I won't be able to see you.

- Oh, please.
- No.

Maybe next weekend.

Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me.

Do you er... do you work here?

I do. Why?

Is the situation
for a telephone operator still available?

Boris!

Boris! (Panting)

Boris! Please... Boris!

What about him? Where is he?

He pulled the lead out of me hand
chasing rabbits.

- You let him go?
- He pulled, suddenly, very hard!

That's what dogs do. They pull on the lead!
Your job is to hold on!

- I'm so sorry.
- Where is he?

- Teresa, where's my dog?
- I don't know.

(Sobbing)

(Door opens and closes)

Third mother in two weeks
to beg me to diagnose something

that would render her son
unfit for active service.

She actually took out an envelope

and placed her life savings on the desk
by way of inducement.

It's sheer desperation.

The last thing you need in your condition
is that kind of pressure.

I think I can handle it, Erica.

Even in my condition.

Why don't I try weeding them out
before they come through?

They don't require weeding out,
they require compassion.

Which I think I'm still able to muster
without collapsing completely.

- I wasn't suggesting you weren't.
- Weren't you?

- Any more appointments this afternoon?
- Not until this evening.

Good.

If you need me, me and my condition...

will be taking things very, very calmly
in the Horse and Groom.

I may not be fit for the Army,
or much else as things have turned out...

but I can still manage to light a pipe
and lift a bloody beer glass.

Will?

(Door opens and slams)

ALISON: Boris!

- Boris!
- Boris!

(Horn beeps)

Boris!

(Whining)

- Boris!
- Boris!

If he won't come for me,
he's hardly going to come for you!

Boris!

(Knocks)

If it's a patient for your father,
take a name and he'll call them later.

- I'm not decent.
- It's wet hair, Kate. Beneath a towel.

Unless it's the King
I'm sure whoever it is will turn a blind eye.

I've a dog in the car bleeding to death.

There was no time to get it to a vet,
so I asked for the nearest doctor.

My father's... on a call.

- At the Horse and Groom.
- Laura!

Well, he is. You're a pilot.

Unless somebody gets on to it immediately
the poor little bugger hasn't long to live.

- Get Dad's bag!
- You get it.

For Christ's sake,
would one of you get the damned bag!

Sandwiches, coffee, cordial, newspaper, book,
notebook and pen, and extra pillow.

- I think that's all you might need while I'm out.
- How long will you be?

Er... two hours and 15 minutes.

Very precise.

You've encouraged me
to be more diligent about my timekeeping

and I've decided to try harder.

- May I go?
- I'll see you in precisely two hours.

- That won't be long enough.
- It'll have to be. Yes?

Very well.

KATE: How is he?

I think I've stemmed the bleeding
but he needs proper veterinary attention.

Will he survive 12 miles?

If you go as quickly as you were
presumably going when you hit him...

I didn't hit him, Doctor.

I found him lying in the middle of the road.

You'll need someone to hold Boris
while you drive.

- I will!
- And I'll help.

- Not enough room for both.
- As fast as you can, without killing my daughter.

Yes, sir.

- Late.
- I'm sorry I'm late, my husband...

Either arrive on time or don't bother.
Your choice.

(Sighs)

Can you put me through to the vet, please?

Yes, Alison. Putting you
through to the vet now.

Thank you.

- Wrong!
- Really?

Use of first name... wrong.

But she's a friend.

In the exchange we have no friends.

We merely connect.

We do not hobnob.

Oh, hello. It's Mrs Scotlock
telephoning for news about Boris.

Boris, yes. Thank you.

- I'm so, so sorry Mrs...
- Please stop apologising.

It wasn't your fault.
You wouldn't think it to look at him,

but when Boris picks up the scent of rabbits
he comes over all murderous. I should have...

Hello? Yes.

WOMAN: Boris is very well.

(Indistinct dialogue)

Thank you.

- He's going to be fine.
- Thank you.

He woke up from the anaesthetic
and tried to bite the vet.

- Thank God!
- (Laughs)

- They think he'll pull through.
- I'm so happy I didn't kill your dog!

- Well, don't spoil it by killing me.
- Oh. I'm sorry.

And stop apologising.

- For everything. From now.
- I will.

- I'm sorry.
- (Chuckles)

I will.

...hitting me with that ball.

Nothing less than all out bloody war
in the medium of cricket.

Mr Simms!

Busy?

The cricket pavilion always looks
worse for wear towards the end of the season.

Stumps and I generally do some repairs
this time of year.

- Is there much point now?
- Now?

Well, now the WI are agitating
to have the pitch dug over for flowers.

Sorry, they're what?

Well, there's a rumour that the WI want
to commandeer the cricket pitch for flowers.

- Flowers?
- Mm.

To bring some cheer to the village
in the dark days ahead.

Over our dead body.

Well, nothing to do with me, of course.
I'm no longer a member.

- Good day, gentlemen.
- Good day.

Of course, if a caller identifies your voice -

as they often do with mine
because it's quite distinctive -

and they use your name,
then it's fine to use theirs back.

- Or to give you an example...
- I'm afraid I'm going to have to go.

I haven't finished explaining the protocol
if your voice is recognised.

Then you can admit to recognising theirs?

- That's correct.
- Same time next week?

The shift doesn't end for another 15 minutes.

My husband isn't well and he'll worry
if I'm not home by quarter past.

- Well, um...
- (Knocking on door)

I suppose that'll have to be enough for today.

- Oh, I didn't know you worked here, Mrs Simms.
- She doesn't yet.

No, I've er...
I've just completed my first training session.

Well... despite your age
you seem like a quick enough learner.

- Job's yours if you want it.
- Thank you so much!

You're an excellent teacher of... the elderly.

See you next week.

Did you want something?

The Bardens are having trouble
with their telephone line.

Hm? We just put a call through to Mrs Barden.

She seemed to hear everything
perfectly clearly.

Oh. You must've fixed it. How clever.

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

I expect Spencer appreciates that.
Your um... humility.

- What do you actually want?
- To tell you about the Bardens' line.

You told me. It's working.

- Excellent.
- Now let me tell you something.

Spencer's the only lad around here
that doesn't reek of manure and I've got him.

So, hands... off.

- You're late.
- Only by a minute, Bob.

Punctuality is an absolute, Pat.

One either is or one is not.

There is no halfway house.

I'm sorry, Bob. I'll do better next time.

If there is a next time.

- I wanted to talk to you about flowers.
- Flowers?

Mm. Inside.

I still think whoever hit him
should have stopped.

You know, it's common bloody decency!

- Pardon my French.
- Don't worry, I don't speak French.

People round here get used
to animals leaping out into the road.

Rabbits. Foxes. Pheasants. Deer.

Sheep, of course.

- The odd cat.
- Sounds like a bloodbath.

People think the countryside's lovely and green.
But... the truth is, it's tinged with red.

(Both laugh)

- Well, thank you again.
- There is one last thing.

I... I was wondering about lunch tomorrow.
You wouldn't be free, by any chance?

(Approaching footsteps)

Atrocious first impression, I'm afraid.

First night here and I er...
knocked it off the stand.

- I'll replace it, of course.
- No, don't you dare!

No, I despise that lamp with a passion.

Adam's great aunt gave us that
as a wedding gift,

and try as I have over the years to get
rid of it, Adam insists we can't -

in the event that she visits
and expects to see it.

- Then I'll replace it with a different one.
- Well, that offer I will accept. Thank you.

Well, if you need anything else
"damaged beyond repair" I'm your man.

Oh, by the way, we're
eating at the mess tonight.

Sorry. I should have mentioned it earlier.

It's not a problem.

I've been thinking.

I've decided I'm not going
until I get the call up.

- What?
- I want to go with your blessing.

Or at least...
the next best thing you can give me.

I want to go as soon as I can,
but I'll wait until I'm called.

- If it helps.
- It does.

A bit.

Thank you.

I am going to go, Ma.

- It's just a question of when.
- I understand that.

But it's difficult for me.

You're my only child.

I know.

- You all right?
- Mm-hm.

(Knocking at door)

Whoever it is, please,
you don't need to knock.

- Oh, good morning!
- Good morning.

Delivery?

To replace the one I broke.

- It's...
- Oh, it's hideous, Padre.

- Yes.
- So much worse than the other one.

I know. But every time I look at it I'll be reminded
to be more careful in someone else's home.

Well, thank you. (Chuckles)

- Why don't you sit down?
- I'm fine where I am.

No man in his right mind
calls for a girl an hour early.

I haven't been here an hour.

Oh, an hour and six minutes.

- Leave your sister alone.
- RAF boys are notoriously flighty.

I'd never step out with one.

WILL: One hasn't asked you.

(Car approaching)

- He's here! See you later.
- Have a nice time.

Shall we?

You look... terrific.

Thank you.

Someone seems
to have made quite an impression.

Young, handsome trainee pilot
who's kind to animals - can't imagine why.

I'm surprised you let her go.
You know nothing about him.

FRANCES: Can't happen.
SARAH: Can't is not the same as won't.

- Joyce is a spent force.
- Is she?

Don't underestimate how much the women
have been getting it in the neck from the men

about losing the cricket pitch to flowers.

Flowers?

There's a rumour going around that
we want to turn the cricket pitch over to flowers

to make the village look
prettier during wartime.

That's nothing less
than deliberate misinformation.

How can the men believe it?

Men have a tendency to believe
whatever supports their existing prejudice.

Joyce is on the march, Frances.

You have to take her seriously
as an opposing candidate for the Presidency.

Joyce has also been going round saying
that a vote for her

is a vote for peace and quiet at home.

Then we must tell the
ladies to be more robust.

- Or...
- "Or"?

Do I sense the tone of appeasement?

No, you sense the tone of someone suggesting
that we'll face many battles in the days ahead,

and we need to choose
which are worth fighting and which are not.

The village are in complete support
of our food production drive.

Just not at the expense of the cricket pitch.

Lose the vote for ploughing it up
and we lose everything.

I think your sister's suggesting stepping back
from the cricket pitch in order to gain everything.

Because then you'll likely win the Presidency,

and lead us to victories
in more important battles.

Thank you, Steph.
That is precisely what I've been trying to say.

One of the consequences of flight training

is that it robs you of your capacity
to see specific shapes in clouds.

- No cats or dogs?
- No.

No Mickey Mouse or... a witch's face?

I just see a good cloud
from which to mount an ambush.

A good cloud to hide in, to escape and attack.

Ones to avoid for updraught and wind shift.

Basically clouds that might help
keep me alive, clouds that might...

What do you see now?

I see you.

- Keep looking.
- Oh, I shall.

(Chatter and laughter)

(Chatter dies down)

You know which way to vote, Pat.

(Lively greetings)

Good luck with the vote, Mrs Cameron.

Very good luck to you.

Good evening.

(Low chatter)

(Clears her throat)

Er, thank you, ladies,
and welcome to our new headquarters.

Not ideal, but needs must.

Um, there are two urgent matters
why this meeting has been called tonight.

The first concerns the cricket pitch.

And the latter concerns electing
the next President of this Institute.

- The cricket pitch should remain sacrosanct!
- Hear, hear.

The lads have worked hard.
They need to let off steam.

A sentiment I agree with wholeheartedly!

Which is why I propose
that the cricket pitch be left alone

until the cricket team
completes any remaining fixtures.

- (Murmuring)
- Good idea.

Yes.

All those in favour?

Carried.

And so to the vote for the next President.

There are only two nominees -
myself and Mrs Cameron.

In accordance with WI policy
we will carry out the vote by secret ballot,

overseen by our Voluntary County Supervisor,
Mrs Summers, and counted by Mrs Scotlock.

(Low chatter)

When I was President it wasn't necessary for
the nominees to wait outside during the ballot.

Because your pals had already ensured
the outcome, through fear and favour.

It's called politics, Mrs Barden.

The members are sheep to be driven towards
whichever opinion you want them to uphold.

I once thought that.

But I've realised there's more to be said
for seeking a consensus.

Mrs Barden, have you ever wondered
what might be achieved if we joined forces?

I beg your pardon?

We both know what we want.
Neither of us suffer fools gladly.

We're cut from the same cloth, Mrs Barden,
and I think you know it.

What are you proposing, Mrs Cameron,
a Ministry of All Talents?

We'd be a formidable team, unstoppable.

And, please, call me Joyce.

Ladies. The votes have been counted.

If the candidates
would like to come back into the room.

- Unstoppable, Mrs Barden?
- Unthinkable, Mrs Cameron.

It gives me great pleasure to announce...

...that Mrs Barden
is the new President of our Institute!

Oh, goodness!

WOMAN: Ah, bless her.

(Birdsong, bell tolling)

Morning!

Is that all they want to know...
who's living here?

Mm-hm.

So the government knows who they can
call on to fight, and who they can't.

Makes sense.

I've decided I'm not going until I get called.

(Knocking at door)

- National Registration form?
- Yes.

Many thanks. Good day.

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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

♪ In silence