World on Fire

I love you.

This was good, but I think we both know.

Goodbye, Harry.

Do you know what the Poles have got? Bicycles.

You know what the Germans have got? Tanks.

I'm very fond of your daughter.

Keep Kasia safe.

Promise me.

Tato!

You need to get out of Europe.

That's not going to happen, Auntie Nancy.

You might have a passion for me?

I'm looking for your brother.

If you find him before I do, will you tell him he's in trouble?

I just wondered if you'd had any news from Harry.

- He told me he loved me. - How very Harry of him.

You're worth ten of them and that family.

But you're not choosing which girl you love the most,

you're choosing whether to save this girl's life or not.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

- I'm sorry! - Kasia...!

Tell me you will take care of Jan.

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Were you all given a child to take home as a leaving present?

Is that the traditional way in Poland?

Jan won't be the only refugee.

Not while Britain stands by and let the Nazis rampage over Europe!

Is he Jewish?

Catholic.

I thought it was the Jews who were in trouble. Why isn't he Jewish?

Would you like me to go back and exchange him?

Warsaw is rubble. All of the children are in danger.

That's why I had to do something.

Even if I just help one.

You're assuming he is going to stay here, are you?

Surely nobody is better placed than you to recognise

that I have no maternal instincts whatsoever.

I have been summoned down to Whitehall tomorrow.

I'll get my next posting then.

And I can't think much beyond that, to be honest.

Why him?

Why this boy?

I had no idea it would be such a problem to house a refugee here.

My problem, Harry, is I know you're lying.

I don't know why, and I don't know what about,

but there is the unmistakable scent of a lie.

You're mustard, ladies. No doubt about that.

I'll be in touch.

Well, are we in or not?

Like I said, I'll be in touch.

ENSA has very high standards.

So do we.

No, it's all right. Leave it.

Let the man think.

How did you get on, then?

Turned out it was for ENSA, Dad.

Oh. They go away and entertain the troops.

Yeah, I know what they do.

I just wondered why Connie had you auditioning for them,

knowing that you can't do it, like.

Well, I was thinking about that,

and... I was thinking, you know, "Why not?"

Why not?

Here's one good reason why not right here.

Either of you started to smoke?

I'm dying for a fag.

You didn't bring my overcoat, then?

I'm joking.

I smell like a wet dog.

Don't flatter yourself.

When are you in court, then?

I'm not.

You've been on remand for two weeks.

They must have charged you with something. They were going to,

but then I said I'd join up.

The army?

No. You'd have been better off in there.

I won't actually be joining up, Dad.

I'm a conscientious objector.

Since when?

About half an hour ago.

I'll get you some leaflets, then.

The German High Command has given Warsaw a peace proposal.

If it doesn't surrender in the next 12 hours,

then it will be bombed without mercy for the following 12.

I remember with fondness my time in Warsaw,

and, having witnessed the military might of the Germans first-hand,

fear for Warsaw and the people I left behind.

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I need news from Warsaw.

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SCREAMING, GUNFIRE

Argh!

YELLING, KNOCKING CONTINUES

Who lives here?

Just me and my mother and my brother, Jan.

No more men?

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What did she say about men?

Stefan, my father, died at Danzig.

I'm sorry. The grief, it has driven her mad.

Where are you going?

Anywhere the bombs aren't falling.

The bombs... won't be falling by tomorrow.

Warsaw has surrendered, and life will be...

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What did the old bitch say?

I said...

...hell.

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Out socialising for the evening, I see?

I am going to see some old school friends.

Of course you are.

She came round. The factory girl.

Said you hadn't written.

I assumed you'd come to your senses.

Clearly not.

That was the blade he used, by the way.

Your father.

I love you.

I worried about you so much, and you didn't write.

I should have written.

I should have told you that I loved you... when you told me.

Before you went away.

- But you didn't. - No, I didn't.

Maybe you should have asked me one more time.

Yes.

Maybe I should.

Lois...

- ...when I was away... - What?

I know it's only been six months, but so much has changed.

Not much has changed round here.

Conflict's got a bit scarcer.

- Booking's a bit more frequent. - You know what I mean. It's...

The war, and me being in Poland...

I don't know where I'm going to be next.

So by everything, you meant you.

You've changed.

Your mother was right.

My mother... What did my mother say?

That you could never really want me.

A girl like me.

How could anyone not want you?

Lois!

We're on.

Harry. Nice to see you back in one piece.

I've got to go.

See you after.

I have to go down to London tomorrow.

For my job.

I'll call round when I get back.

- We can talk properly then. - Lois !

I'm coming!

I'll tell you why the Germans are coming.

They ain't fond of men that look like us.

The sooner we get out, the better.

You still here, Webster?

I'm not going anywhere, Eddie.

Then give me your American passport and I'll get out now.

If there is going to be a war,

France is going to need good surgeons so I can help.

There's no if about it, son.

I don't know who I am.

Not yet.

But I do know that everything that matters to me

is here in the city.

Including you.

Especially you.