Lightfields

Lucy!

I'm...

so sorry.

LIGHTFIELDS Pary 1

- Where you been? - Walking.

- He give you that, I don't doubt. - Could you walk any slower?

- It's hot. - It is.

It's hot scrubbing this lot - and mangling it.

All right, I'll hang it out.

Pip, you can help me.

I'm working with Dad.

Hello.

Is this Lightfields Farm?

We've come to stay with my Aunt Jane in the village.

She says you need help.

- Does she know? - I told her. Yes, we do.

Well, I don't know farming but I learn fast.

Do my bit for victory.

- I'm Eve. -Thanks for coming.

We're glad to have you. I'm Martha.

My husband Mr. Felwood.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Our son Pip.

Hello, Pip.

Are you 10 or 11?

- Nine. - Nine? No.

That's Tom, who works for us.

And our daughter Lucy.

- Hello. - Shall I help you hang that out?

No, don't spoil your clothes.

Lucy'll find you some things to change into.

Lightfields Farm...

We're here.

So what do you think?

- Yeah, nice. - The forbidden word.

I'm not one of your pupils, Mum.

All right...

- quiet? - Yeah, perfect for writing.

No distractions.

The beach is only a mile away.

Are you all right?

Have you been here before?

I don't think so.

We stayed with my aunt in the village.

But I can't really remember any of it.

I was only eight. Right, ready?

- Don't look so worried! - I wasn't.

It's only six weeks. It's not like we're here for ever.

Don't think anyone's lived here for ages.

The owner's only just started letting it.

He said there were squatters here once

but they got scared off.

Scared off? How?

Dunno.

Threatened with legal action, I guess.

Go on, sweetheart. Choose a room.

It's creepy in here.

My God!

It's all right, it's just a bird.

- We're scaring it. - I'm not having this room, OK?

Come on. We'll try and set it free.

You're listening to Suffolk Sounds with me, Harry Devlin.'

Help yourselves to juice and cereal.

All good.

- They sleep well? - They said they did.

Yeah, but did they?

- You think they're lying? - People are polite.

I thought we could get some little cards -

- a suggestion box. - Barry...

"Eggs too hard". "Beds too runny".

- No, we want your complaints. - Are you cremating that bacon?

It's perfect. Crispy.

Right... Plates nice and warm.

Nearly there.

- Granny? - Yes, Lukey?

- Is Dad coming? - Yes, he's probably got held up.

- Yeah, stuck in some bad traffic, I think. - Yeah, maybe he is.

OK.

Held up lying in bed, more like.

He's doing well. He's got further to drive out here.

It's not his fault Luke's mum's not around.

It's his fault, he's a prat.

Are you all right, mate?

Shit, he didn't hear me.

Go after him. I'll finish the plates.

Those nylons?

- Present. - Who from?

Soldier.

I met him at the Lyceum.

- In Ipswich? - Ipswich?!

In London.

Mum's afraid of the V rockets, so we've come here.

Me, her and my little sister.

How old are you?

- Guess. - 19?

18. You?

17. Just.

You've got nice hair.

That's what my sweetheart says.

Your sweetheart?

Have you done it?

No rush, kid.

Have you?

What's a prat?

A prat?

Yeah, what you called my dad.

Well...

When I use it, it means...

a funny guy... someone entertaining, yeah?

Look, it doesn't matter what I or anyone else says about your dad.

He loves you.

And you love him. End of story.

- OK? - OK.

- Do you love your dad? - Yeah. Course I do.

How long's he staying with us?

At least a month - under doctor's orders.

They've ordered him? Doesn't he want to come?

Yeah, yeah, but, you know, he likes his own home.

- But this was his home. - Yeah.

He hasn't been here... since he was about your age.

And he was an only child, just like you.

So you can keep each other company.

Yeah?

Here...

Well, if you need me.

You take it slow, Dad, like the doctor said.

That's what you're here for.

Hey, here's Luke.

Hello, Grand Pip.

Good to be back, yeah, Dad?

After... 70 years?

No.

68.

Right. Well...

I'll get your bags, then Luke can show you to your room.

It's only the dance in the village hall.

- It's not Leicester Square. - I won't be allowed.

There'll be Americans there and airmen and...

Exactly.

Put pillows in your bed so it looks like you're in it

and sneak out.

I can't.

My dad would kill me.

You're 17.

All right. Please yourself.

But beware -

I will tell you everything and you will die of jealousy.

- Harry. - Book I told you about.

My hands are all dirty.

Sorry, Eve, this is Harry Dunn.

- EveTravers. - Pleased to meet you.

Likewise. Can I see?

Tess Of The D'Urbervilles. Great book.

She says you're going to study law.

Have to fight first. When my call-up papers come.

- I'll see you on Sunday? - Yeah.

Well? What do you think?

What? He seems like a very nice boy.

Come on, Mum. It's not going to explode.

Smile.

If you can teach a class of 30 kids, you can write a novel.

Thanks.

Feels good to be finally doing this.

And even if it's terrible, it can...

It's not gonna be terrible.

At least I'll have got it out of my system.

Good luck.

Hi, Dad, how are you?

Er...I felt like talking to you, so I'm making a tape.

Mum's OK, I think.

- Who are you talking to? - Dad. Tape.

Right. Good idea.

I'll leave you to it.

Sorry.

Mum's OK, I think.

Mum's OK, I think.

Mum's -

Shit.

- Thankyou. - My pleasure.

You're a good dancer.

You're a good liar.

Why would I lie about a thing like that?

To make a fella feel better.

You know what I've never done?

- What have you never done? - I've never kissed an American.

Really?

Well, that is a downright dreadful state of affairs.

Isn't it?

It's tragic.

What?

- Mr. Hitler. - He isn't real.

- He is. - Well, he isn't here.

- He will be. He's coming. - No-one's coming.

Back to bed. I'll come and tuck you in.

Seems like yesterday. Sat here,

reading you a story.

What's the one where she pricks her finger on the spinning wheel?

Sleeping Beauty.

Night.

Night.