Home Fires

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

I'm putting a bed in the study.

Urgh! My name is Captain Marek Novotny. I'm very sorry you were involved.

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

If you have given up all hope he'll return.

This isn't about David. This is about the new baby. - David's brother or sister?

She's brave to show her face. I'll go so far as to say shameless.

- Hop in, Laura. I'll drop you home. - You can't afford to be associated with me.

Peter instructed that 20% of the company should be placed in a separate trust.

Guard position!

Short thrust!

Four steps, lead with the left foot, then a lunge.

Go!

.. 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...

Come along, Roger. It doesn't take that long to read.

"To my darling Helen. Yours always. P."

And you say this was among Peter's personal effects from the car?

I think it's reasonable to assume

that he was planning to give her the necklace at a suitable point in the day.

Peter always knew just the right moment for the romantic gesture.

I'm assuming you knew about the affair?

What are you wrestling with, Roger?

Your client confidentiality or your conscience?

Frances! - You drew up a codicil to Peter's will

in which he left 20% of the business to someone else!

You presumably know their identity.

Helen Lakin, yes?

20% suggests that they were...

.. involved for a fair amount of time.

Would it not?

How long exactly?

For God's sake, they're both dead.

What difference can it possibly make now?

I'm afraid my hands are tied.

- I was about to go! - Sorry, Mrs Talbot.

I didn't realise what the time was.

- You got it then? - Yes.

What you selling at?

- Two bob a pound. - Two... bob?

No. I can buy it for one and six in town on the ration.

The price is the price, Mrs Talbot.

You are a crook, young man.

Just two final items.

We are all aware of a rumour of a black market springing up in the village.

Should we be doing more to encourage our members to resist temptation?

I'm not sure it's the WI's business to tell people what to do.

At the end of the war we'll each have to live with our own conscience.

If these scumbags don't feel we're all in this together

then a stern word from the WI is unlikely to put them off fiddling the system.

We occasionally get some in the shop hoping for something extra.

Bryn gives them short thrift.

So it has to be enforced, but by the authorities, not by the Women's Institute.

And lastly, the cultural afternoon at the Czech camp.

Given their bumpy introduction to the village this is intended to be a fence-mending exercise.

Everyone is invited.

I'm happy to go up there this afternoon

and let them know that Great Paxford's WI would love to attend.

Replying by post would surely suffice.

Well, with all due respect I think it would strike a better note

to accept an invitation like this in person.

I think you might be right, Mrs Simms. Thank you.

I can assure you you're not being singled out.

Nor do I agree that this amounts to harassment.

That may well be the case, but...

The surgery provides a service that has to be paid for.

You've had the treatment, so...

Infuriating man.

It'd be so much easier to bear losing patients if they were all the late payers.

- Have more left today? - Two more.

It isn't getting easier, Will.

If it continues we could soon find ourselves in real trouble.

I've been wondering if it's worth asking if the Czechs could use your services.

- The Czechs? - There are so many of them.

Difficult to believe a local physician with your experience couldn't be useful.

What do you think?

Clearly we have to do something.

- Hello. - Joyce,

how much longer is this nonsense likely to continue?

If nonsense is how you continue to interpret what this is, Douglas...

then it's clearly not time for me to come back.

Nothing has changed about the squalid manner

in which you are pursuing your ambitions.

I don't see why you can't eat a magpie. They're just birds.

I think it's you who's being naive, Douglas.

Given the way things are going, any attempt to enter politics in the foreseeable future

is just a complete waste of time.

- Well, you read the papers. - You made your point, Joyce. Duly noted.

How long before a swastika is flying over Parliament?

A month? Two months?

Don't bother me again.

Unless it's to tell me that you've changed your mind.

- Go past the mess. - Thank you.

A Mrs Collingborne here to see you, Wing Commander.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

The Czechs have invited the village to a cultural afternoon at their camp.

To er... defuse the tensions that have been building up.

There have been a few altercations.

Yes, I'd heard. And you'd like us to provide air cover?

Well, that was going to be my second request if you turned down my first.

Which is?

Might you be able to send some people along?

The Czechs have been through a terrible ordeal

and your people are going through something similar.

Just having British servicemen around who've seen combat like them might help break the ice.

If all else fails we can talk about guns?

- No. No, I didn't... - I'm teasing.

Although, if all else did fail we could actually talk about guns.

At which point we declare the entire event a miserable failure and just leave.

Quite!

Well, duties allowing, I'm happy to send a truckload of people.

Thank you.

I understand there'll be Czech folk dancing. - Folk dancing?

In which case I shall drive the truck personally.

What time are they bringing him home tomorrow?

Early morning.

Perhaps we should... stop seeing each other for a while.

- I have to be able to see you. - But if it proves impossible?

As long as we're careful.

The time I've spent with you has been the most honest I've felt in years.

We can continue to see one another.

Marek...

If you want to as much as I do.

Good afternoon.

My name is Mrs Campbell and I have an appointment to speak to Colonel Cipris.

If you want to see a swastika over Parliament piss off to Germany!

- Careful, careful, Pat. - I am being careful, Bob.

Pain?

Well, nothing on top of what I brought back from France.

And you have pain relief from the hospital?

I do. - I'm next door if you need anything.

Thanks for your help, Dr Campbell.

We really appreciate it.

- Pat will see you out. - Of course.

Now if there's anything he or you need, just call.

Thank you.

Everything you need is within arm's reach.

What's that?

- What? - A new dress?

I go away, risk my life, and you go on a spending spree?

I paid for it out of my own money from the exchange.

Yeah, but you've got clothes.

I have very old clothes that are covered in patches and repairs.

Sell it or take it to the jumble. I don't care which, but it's going.

- You're tired. - Take it off, Pat.

You look like someone trying to be more interesting than they really are.

Oh.

I'm afraid I need your help again.

There's no need to apologise. Come in.

Would you mind if we spoke out here?

I've more or less had it confirmed

that Peter and Helen Lakin were having a long-term affair when they died.

I don't know who knows what at the factory, so I don't know who I can trust there.

I need you to be my eyes and ears.

Would you consider working for me?

I don't mind helping out from time to time, of course.

You understand business in a way I don't.

I'll pay you over the going rate for your time.

Thereby confirming you really don't understand business.

The going rate will be fine.

I fully appreciate that you have your own clients.

Whatever I can do for you, Frances, you only have to ask.

Thank you.

At the moment there are... so very few people in my life I can trust.

You most certainly are one of them.

Just so you know...

.. today was my last morning at the bus stop.

- You're giving up on him. - No, I'm not giving up on him.

I'm just... letting him go.

- It's the same thing. - No, it isn't.

I waited there, day after day...

because I thought it might help us slowly come to terms with the fact...

.. the fact, Mim, that David isn't coming home.

But it isn't a fact. The telegram said "missing".

Because they don't have his body.

Weigh it up.

I swear to God, the only conclusion you'll reach...

.. is that David has been taken from us.

I have a shift this afternoon at the exchange.

Well, cancel it.

I can't. We're very short-handed.

I don't care. I need you here.