This is Masterpiece.

I don't think I can continue to see you now Bob's back.

I'm so very sorry.

Previously, on "Home Fires."

LAKIN: Whatever we decide to do with it, it will be in Noah's best long-term interests.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

I thought you were at the factory.

Helen has a son as old as their affair.

Peter's?

BRYN: Miriam!

(laughing) NICK: Annie.

Miss Fenchurch here finds it difficult to believe you can fly.

"Home Fires," tonight, on Masterpiece.

♪ I can see them talking ♪ ♪ But I only hear their voices in my head ♪ ♪ Waiting for the moment they'll be calling to me ♪ ♪ And if I try... ♪ (air raid siren blaring) ♪ ...only now the others hold no meaning for me ♪ ♪ I see with wide open eyes of blindness ♪ ♪ I leave the ever-calling cries in silence ♪ ♪ Every place we go, we shouldn't go ♪ ♪ We see, we shouldn't see ♪ ♪ We know, we'll never know ♪ ♪ We'll go, then all I want ♪ ♪ All I see ♪ ♪ All I fear is waiting for me ♪ (air raid siren winding down) (air raid siren fades out) Dawn raids now?

They're testing our defenses.

How are we holding up?

Restricted information.

(laughs) We're old friends.

Should I be practicing my German?

You realize I could have you locked up for that kind of defeatist talk.

I deny everything.

Was Miss Fenchurch at the shelter?

Yes, she was.

Why do you ask?

I'm just on my way to pick her up for a day out.

How lovely.

What have you got planned for today?

Oh, well, nothing as exciting as you.

Well, I don't want to scare her off with too much excitement.

I'm aiming for highly enjoyable.

Well, if she's with you, then it will be.

Well, I'll see you soon.

MIRIAM: Ready to go in half an hour?

MAN #1: Are you all right over there?

MAN #2: I think we've got a couple more bags.

MAN #1: All right.

Will you tell me I'm doing the right thing?

Well, you like him, don't you?

He seems very nice.

And he certainly likes you, or he wouldn't have asked to take you out for the day.

It's not as straightforward as that, though, is it, Alison?

It could be, if you give it a chance.

No more looking over your shoulder, wondering what people are thinking or saying about you.

No more living in fear.

(laughs) (knocking) Dead on time.

One of the chief drawbacks of being in the R.A.F.

is, you come to regard everything as a kind of sortie, with unforgiving punctuality at its heart.

Sorry!

All ready!

You look lovely.

You look very smart yourself.

Took me ages to decide what to wear.

In the end, I went with "Wing Commander."

Good choice-- suits you.

(door closes) No turning back now.

Why ever would I want to?

(birds chirping) Just decided.

Not going back.

You bloody well are.

I'm getting bored of looking at you.

It's going to be difficult.

You just get yourself back here.

FRANCES: As we expand to meet the demands of increased parachute production, we're having to take on more staff.

I'd like to improve the lighting on the shop floor, make it a brighter place to work.

Eventually put more windows in to allow in more sunlight.

TAYLOR: Long overdue in my opinion.

You're certainly going at it all guns blazing.

This is my factory now, so I'm going to run it as I see fit.

Where have I heard that before?

The responsibility here is far greater than that involved with running the W.I.

If members didn't like the way I ran the institute, they could simply vote with their feet and leave.

Employees can't do that.

They need the job.

Of course.

So I see it as my job to keep them happy doing theirs.

Where are we going?

Well, I thought we'd go for a little walk in the countryside.

There are plenty of places to walk around Great Paxford.

Well, don't you ever feel the need to get out of Great Paxford once in a while?

True, yes, I do.

(chuckles) But don't mind me asking, but are you sure this is a good day for you to be doing this?

Well, that's the third time you've checked your watch since we left the cottage.

I'm sorry.

Today is the perfect day to do this.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

I know how busy you must be.

For the next few hours, God and Hitler allowing, there's nowhere else I need to be or would rather be.

Nor me.

Will the new changes you're planning require the agreement of the 20% shareholder?

The 20% represents a share of the profits, not a say in the running of the company.

Morning.

Morning, Alison.

Besides, the 20% left to Helen will soon disappear.

Why?

I've arranged to meet the grandfather... ...and buy him out.

That's rather drastic.

Well, it's the only way I can sever all ties with him.

Do you think he'll agree to sell?

As the boy's trustee, Mr. Lakin is tasked with acting in the boy's best interest.

If my offer is clearly beneficial, he'll have no choice but to accept.

NICK: So much of my time is spent behind a desk now.

It's wonderful to be able to just get out into the open and walk.

Don't you feel the same way, stuck in a classroom all day?

Well, I'm not stuck behind a desk.

Oh.

But I can certainly see why you like doing this.

I love walking.

I used to do it all the time with... With?

Friends.

Shall we press on?

Well, do you need to be back by a certain time?

No.

But I would like to reach the top by a certain time.

To the top it is, then!

IAN LYONS: Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Taylor.

We'll be in touch with the silk.

(speaking quietly) I can certainly see why you wanted me to see this.

Well, this is stunning, no doubt, but it isn't what I wanted you to see.

Then what is?

(engine roaring) That.

What is it?

Parachute training flight.

Bang on schedule.

And best watched through your own eyes.

It's beautiful!

I hoped you'd like it.

It's wonderful!

I'd love to do that!

It's the most extraordinary experience.

To float to Earth like a dandelion seed.

(laughs) Can I borrow those for a moment?

Of course.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, we... We have to go.

Why, what's happened?

They're not getting up.

More firmly around the waist.

You're going to have to bear my weight.

Are you sure you're ready for this?

If I don't try now, I'll never know.

Why don't we wait for Dr. Campbell to make a proper assessment?

No, I'm not wasting money on a house call.

Now, after three, ready?

One, two, three... (grunting) Lift, woman!

I'm trying!

(groaning) Oh, you idiot!

I'm not tall enough to get the right amount of leverage.

Let me get Dr. Campbell-- he might be able to do it.

And if he can't, that's five bob wasted.

No, no, no.

Look, I made a mistake.

We'll try again in a few days.

Right.

Whenever you feel ready.

I'm due at the exchange.

How long will you be?

The usual length of time.

Three hours.

Get some chocolate while you're out.

Saying "please" occasionally won't kill you.

Please.

(door closes) (panting) (door opens) (knocking) The Brindsleys are here for their appointment.

I thought it might be the post.

It's still a bit early.

Try not to worry about it.

Shall I show them in?

Come in.

Sit down.

Thank you.

How are you doing, David?

Bearing up.

I still can't believe he's really back.

Perfectly understandable, given everything you've been through.

We're very lucky.

We know that.

As you know, I've already seen the extent of David's injuries, and have now read the records forwarded by the Navy following your medical discharge.

I wanted to see you together since you will play a major part in David's rehabilitation.

Of course.

When can I return to the shop?

The shop?

To work.

How often do your scars split open, David?

When I forget sometimes.

You know, when I reach up or if I bend suddenly.

Painful?

Well, that should lessen over time.

But I'm afraid there is absolutely no question of you undertaking any form of manual labor in the shop.

Or anywhere else, for that matter.

What?

You must know your back simply won't take it.

For how long?

For how long?

For the rest of his life, Bryn.

David's back will never heal.

PAT: Oh, sorry I'm late.

Oh!

Only ten minutes.

Waylaid at home.

One of the Czech soldiers left this for you.

What?

I was just about to pop it in Spencer's bag so he could deliver it to your house.

Which one?

Which one what?

Which soldier?

Oh, I didn't ask for his name.

Should I have?

No, no, that's fine.

This will be about the W.I.

in some regard.

Though why they delivered it here, I don't know.

I have given them my home address.

Oh.

Well, have a good shift.

Thank you, I shall.

(door closes) David's still very young.

Dr. Campbell, surely there's some scope for improvement.

His age makes no difference, Bryn.

The skin across his back has lost a great deal of its natural elasticity.

It cannot significantly return.

You know what's written across my shop window, Dr. Campbell?

"Brindsley and Son."

That shop is my legacy to him, his, his birthright.

I'm sorry, Bryn.

I do understand how difficult this must be to hear.

I'm not sure that you can, doctor, for us.

Not fully.

(door closes) Not the most joyful consultation I've ever had.

That poor boy.

New war, same old story.

It was delivered during your appointment.

It's your results.

Will?

The tumor... has shrunk by between 20% and 30%.

What?

It hasn't disappeared.

But you're giving it a run for its money!

So it would seem.

How much more time will that give you?

Impossible to say.

Months, perhaps?

A year?

(gasps) However long, it's a wonderful, wonderful gift.

What's happened?

(knocking) If that's Death come to apologize for an administrative error... (laughs) I think it's Tom.

He said he'd call round if he could.

I can, um, come back later if now's not a good time.

Now's a brilliant time.

Dad just received some wonderful news.

He's just telling Mom all about it.

I've put in for as many Land Girls as we can afford.

And the Irish boys will be back soon, so you shouldn't find yourself short-handed.

Right.

Don't let the Irish lads hold you to ransom.

They know what we pay for the harvest.

Don't let them take the piss.

I won't.

Little Stan's going to have to pull his weight and then some.

Yeah, he knows.

I've left the figures for the quota in...

In the dresser drawer.

I've already read them.

Right.

It's all going to be here when you get back.

Just as it is now.

Off out?

No point staying here.

David, even if you can't do as much as you used to, there's still plenty you can do to help in the shop.

Help.

Help, but not work.

Help out, like a child.

I didn't mean it like that.

Let me do that for you.

I can tie my own laces!

I'm sorry.

It just takes a bit longer.

(door opens) Sorry I'm late!

I was just thinking it's not like you.

Perhaps not "old" Jenny, but "new" WAAF Jenny might find herself stretched for time like never before.

WAAF Jenny?

I've joined the WAAF!

I say "joined."

I was more or less spotted.

I say "spotted."

I was plucked, Mrs. Simms, from behind the bar at Tabley Wood and asked by a senior WAAF officer to consider joining.

I say "asked."

She more or less begged me.

Very impressive.

Thanks.

With my legs I can easily get away with a high hem line.

And the blouse isn't as tailored as my upper body suits.

But I think I carry it off rather well.

No, I didn't mean how good you look in your uniform.

I meant, impressive that you've joined the WAAF.

Oh.

Well, I've been thinking about it since hearing Churchill on the radio.

Oh yes?

About bracing ourselves to our duties.

It made me want to brace myself to do mine a bit more than just pulling pints for airmen.

Good for you.

You could, um... think about joining the WAAF.

Oh, no, no, I'm sure I'd be too old.

Mm.

You're probably right.

(clicking) Number, please?

Putting you through now.

(gasps) Shouldn't you be resting?

Since I opened that letter, I feel like resting 20% to 30% less than I did before.

(laughs) I'm working!

Don't be so bourgeois.

We are bourgeois.

Couldn't we take some time off, be wanton hedonists for an hour?

We have received some good news.

Some wonderful news.

So... We should celebrate.

Very well.

But only for 45 minutes.

That doesn't sound very wanton.

Haven't started yet.

I wasn't sure you'd get my letter.

You shouldn't have left it at the exchange.

Someone might have become suspicious.

But if what you said at the camp is true and you don't want to see me anymore, what should they be suspicious of?

When we were dancing, I could feel Bob's eyes burning into the back of my head, and I panicked.

Do you want to see me?

Not an hour passes where I don't miss being with you.

Good.

Because I need to see you.

Be with you.

Not only now, but in the future.

Yes, but how can we think like this when we don't even know if we'll survive the war?

We have no choice but to assume that we will.

Only then will we have a chance to make a life together when this is over.

REYNOLDS: Are you absolutely certain you've seen Ian Lyons give Mr. Taylor money?

ALISON: Lyons gave Mr. Taylor a brown envelope.

I saw him open it.

It was full of money.

Large notes or small?

I couldn't tell from where I was standing.

But once he'd counted the cash, he slipped the envelope into his jacket and hurried back into the factory.

All right, you've seen Taylor receive a cash payment from Lyons.

What for?

I don't know.

Has this happened on more than one occasion or several times?

I've only seen it once.

So it could easily be a fee for introducing the Lyons brothers to Mrs. Barden.

Not something we'd lose sleep over.

Lucky you.

I'm losing a great deal of sleep over what I'm doing behind Frances's back.

She's placed a great deal of trust in me.

As have I.

With all due respect, you're not my friend.

During wartime, public duty takes precedence over private loyalty.

You wanted to take this on, remember?

I had no idea it would involve bringing known criminals into my friend's business.

We have no interest in seeing the factory wrecked, Mrs. Scotlock.

Only in using it to get at the Lyons.

(panting) (sobbing) (knocking) WILL: Whoever it is, get rid of them!

Coming!

Good day, Mrs. Campbell.

Mrs. Cameron!

Or should I say, Madam President?

Well, arguably both.

I've come wearing two hats.

I'm a little busy at the moment... Hat number one.

I would like to re-register with Dr. Campbell.

Is that you and Mr. Cameron?

Just me.

Just you?

Hat number two.

I'm a little bit busy at the moment...

I want to discuss first aid with you.

What about it?

If a bomb fell on the village once, it could do so again.

Ordinary people should be trained to deal with injuries in the event of an explosion.

If a victim is left untreated before they get to hospital, I mean, by the time they get there, it may well be too late.

It's an excellent idea-- unfortunately...

So why don't you put the kettle on and I'll explain to you what I have in mind?

I'm home!

Sorry I'm late.

The woman working the shift after mine was late and we can't leave the exchange unstaffed.

It's not the first time she's been late.

It's developed into a bit of a habit.

Each time she gets away with it, she's a little later the next time, which isn't fair on all of us.

(keys clacking) Sounds like it's going well.

(sighs) It's some of my best work, if I say so myself.

Real drama on the page.

When do you expect the sample chapter to be ready to send out?

What, you got your eye on a new dress, have you?

No, of course not.

Hopefully by the end of the week.

Have you read the paper today?

No time, why?

Just been officially released that we suffered our biggest loss in maritime history during the evacuation from France.

Nearly 3,500 men, women, children... all gone.

Dreadful.

Around the same time our Czech friends were being rescued further south.

But not all of them, mind.

What do you mean?

They managed to leave some of their boys behind.

Well, I expect the fighting was extremely fierce.

The British all leave together or they all stay and fight.

We don't abandon our own.

I don't think that's very fair.

Why would you say that?

Well, we have no idea of the circumstances.

The fact that some were left tells us all we need to know about the ones who made it out.

Strutting around the village like they own the place.

But in their hearts, they know they're cowards.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Now you're back, a sandwich would be nice.

(keys clacking) Nearly ready, wouldn't you say?

But not there yet.

Judging by the milk line, a... another couple of weeks, maybe three.

First harvest without your old man.

Your mom's going to need to lean on you hard.

Needs you working even harder.

Are you ready?

Looking forward to it.

It's time.

(sighs) Where are we going exactly?

Exactly this way.

I mean, are we going anywhere specific, or just roaming around?

Somewhere specific.

Where?

I just need someone along for moral support, not to be interrogated every step of the way.

Someone?

You.

Are you sure?

I mean, we might bump into a complete stranger who could provide moral support equally well, if not better.

I thought of all the people I could bring, I decided I wanted to bring you.

Happy?

Happier.

How are things at Tabley Wood?

Three times as busy as when you were there.

Gearing up for the invasion?

I've already told you more than I should.

Since being booted out of the WAAF, I've felt increasingly useless.

You shouldn't.

It's hard not to.

Everyone I know is playing their part in some way or another.

So would you be if things hadn't happened the way they did.

They kick me out of the WAAF if those are the rules, but barring me from all other service is a double punishment.

Sorry.

How many times have you had to listen to me say the same thing?

Isn't that how frustration works?

Once it gets a grip it's extremely difficult to shake off.

(door opens) I thought you were gone all day.

Nick had to get back early.

Why?

Well, he'd taken me to a beauty spot so that I could see the Para recruits do their parachute jumping.

Very romantic.

It really was, until we realized some of them weren't getting back on their feet again after landing.

Oh, they weren't dead or anything.

They were moving.

They just weren't getting back up.

Anyway, Nick's gone back to Tabley Wood to see what the problem was.

Well, he didn't cut things short because you weren't getting on?

We were getting on like a house on fire.

He's lovely company.

I totally understand why he wanted to get back.

He really cares about his men.

Did he have any idea what might have been wrong with the parachutists?

I asked him, he said it could have been any number of things.

But you had a good time up to that point?

I had a really good time.

Why don't you invite him over for supper here and carry on where you left off?

Impress him with your culinary abilities.

Alison, I don't have any culinary abilities.

Mmm, impress him with mine passed off as yours.

Connie's gone, Teresa.

Connie wasn't the first.

She could be the last.

Go on.

Invite Nick over.

LAURA: It's the local Observer Corps.

The eyes and ears of the R.A.F.

Do you think it's stupid of me to think I could stand on a roof and spot German planes coming in?

You want to join the Observer Corps?

But...

It's a civilian service.

The R.A.F.

can't stop me.

Hello?

MAN: Yes?

I'd like to inquire about joining.

MAN: You sound like a girl.

That's very observant of you.

MAN: A sarcastic one.

I was trying to be funny-- sorry.

Well, as much as I appreciate a good laugh, females aren't eligible to join the Corps.

What difference can it make if the people spotting planes are male or female?

I didn't make the rules.

But shouldn't you at least understand the rules before you enforce them?

No need-- the rules are the rules.

LAURA: I want to help out with the war effort, and I think I could be good at this.

If the rule disallowing females from joining could be rendered more flexible, would you be fundamentally opposed to Laura joining?

I personally have no issues with females becoming observers.

Some of the most observant people I know are female.

But the rule says...

But if the rule could be relaxed?

We are a singular bunch, but fair-minded.

If the rule allowed it, I wouldn't foresee any problems.

I still don't understand why you'd choose to be so slavish...

Thank you, sir.

Let me speak to my Wing Commander and see what he advises.

Goodbye.

Cheerio.

Goodbye, sir.

Thank you.

Quick learner like you could be an asset.

Thank you.

Haven't done anything yet.

You have.

I think that sounds like a lovely idea.

It's a good job you're here.

Mabel's going to put something down there.

I hope we're not disturbing you.

And there's your change.

Thank you very much.

Good day.

David?

David... What do you think you're doing?

You heard what Dr. Campbell said.

Leave him.

Bryn...

He needs to try.

(unsteady breathing) MIRIAM: You don't have to prove anything to us.

BRYN: This isn't for our benefit.

Come on then, son.

One step at a time.

(groaning) That's enough!

Bryn... (crying) Come on.

FRANCES: Suggesting we meet at their house was inspired.

SARAH: Well, whenever Adam needed to have a difficult conversation with a parishioner, he always did so in their own home.

It's where they felt most secure.

Very disarming.

You know, I've asked for the boy to be out of the house so that I don't have to see him.

I know you want nothing to do with him, but you can't keep calling him "the boy."

It sounds like you have an axe to grind.

I do.

With your deceased husband and his deceased lover.

Not with "the boy" who is the one innocent in all of this.

The one innocent, Sarah?

And you, of course.

I know you find this extraordinarily difficult, but use his name, or you'll run the risk of sounding unpleasantly antagonistic towards a child.

I'll try.

In all probability, Peter came here many times.

You put that out of your mind.

You have come with a positive offer that will enable you all to move on with your lives without entanglement.

Indeed.

You might even attempt a smile.

Or you might not.

(knocking) FRANCES: What do you think?

I think it's a great deal of money.

I'm sure you'll agree that a sum of this size would provide your grandson with backing to do whatever he wanted in life.

Yes, it would.

It would certainly reassure my wife to know that Noah had financial security.

We're neither of us in the best of health.

NOAH: Granddad!

(softly): Mr. Lakin, you were expressly asked to keep the child out of this meeting.

(loudly): Noah, I told you to play out on rec until I came to fetch you!

I hit a four!

Not with a tennis ball; a real cricket ball!

I swung the bat and followed through, and it ran all the way to the boundary!

Who are they?

David!

David Brindsley!

Where are you going?

Bird-watching.

Me too.

Great big German ones.

The local Observer Corps have agreed to take me on in spite of the fact that I'm a girl.

A little arm-twisting from the Wing Commander at Tabley Wood didn't hurt.

Nice to have friends in high places.

It also didn't hurt that Great Paxford's Observer Corps is short on volunteers.

So if you were minded to switch from feathered flying objects to metal ones covered in swastikas, let me know and I'll put in a good word for you.

I'll bear that in mind.

You should.

Must get lonely, wandering around by yourself.

Things to think about.

Yeah, well, among all of that, have a think about joining the Observer Corps.

LAKIN: I have to say the offer is very generous, Mrs. Barden.

But in considering it, I have to take into account the wishes of two people.

SARAH: Two people?

LAKIN: Noah and Peter.

I'm sorry-- Peter?

Your husband didn't leave Noah a sum of money to spend or invest, Mrs. Barden.

My husband didn't leave anything to Noah, but to your daughter, his mistress.

Peter bequeathed Helen a portion of his business for the benefit of herself and Noah-- a portion we can reasonably assume was intended to pass to Noah upon Helen's death.

I think that's a reasonable assumption, don't you, Frances?

I suppose so.

That is how I interpret Peter's intention.

I have to respect that intention.

For that reason, your offer for Noah's 20% is declined.

Forget what Peter may or may not have had in mind when he drew up the will.

I can't, Mrs. Barden.

Oh, I understand how you must feel about him.

You couldn't even come close.

Peter is the boy's father.

I have a duty to uphold what I believe to be his last will and testament towards his son.

Noah will remain as a shareholder.

NICK: That pie was extremely good.

We get nothing like that at Tabley Wood, not even close.

Teresa is an extremely talented cook.

TERESA (sighing): Let's clear this up before it goes any further.

Alison would have you believe that I prepared this lovely supper.

I didn't.

I couldn't.

Well, whoever cooked it, it was delicious, and I'll be back tomorrow for more of the same.

Well, you'd be most welcome.

I'm not joking.

Neither is she!

(laughter) Teresa told me you witnessed something rather unusual the other day.

Unusual?

Mm, the parachutists.

Oh, yes.

Terrible business.

Someone's going to cop it, and rightly so.

Why?

It was a routine training exercise.

They were landing on well-known terrain.

Some of the boys came down too hard and ended up with a mixture of severe sprains, broken ankles, and a fractured pelvis.

If I get my hands on whoever's responsible, they'll have more than a fractured pelvis to contend with.

When you say "came down too hard"... Too fast.

And not just up here.

There've been similar reports from training bases around the country.

So not just a random accident?

The powers that be don't seem to think so.

And as a consequence, as of this evening, in fact, they've suspended training across the board until the cause is discovered.

FRANCES: I will not have it!

SARAH: You need to calm down.

That child is the result of Peter's secret life.

I won't be shackled to all of that for the rest of my days, dragging it behind me like a rock.

Don't decide on anything hasty.

Oh, I've already decided.

I'm going to sell the factory.

Does Noah pose so much of a threat to you?

We should never have gone to the house.

Well, I'm glad we met him.

How can you say that?

Well, weren't you curious to see what the last fragment of Peter on this earth looked like?

Weren't you stunned to see that he's the spit of his father?

He's inherited all of Peter's mannerisms, the way he looks at you when you talk... And in 20 years, no doubt his capacity to lie and deceive.

That is a terrible thing to say.

You cannot visit the sins of the father upon his child.

Why not?

God would.

Well, not Adam's God.

And if I ever did believe in one, his would be the one I'd choose.

NICK: Well, thank you once again for a delightful evening.

And that really was the best shepherd's pie I've ever tasted, by the way.

Well, you really must come again.

I'd like that very much.

Oh... Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be... Nick, please don't apologize.

I'm sorry, I just... You caught me by surprise, that's all.

Oh.

It really was lovely to see you.

And you.

(car engine starts) JOYCE: If we didn't know before, we do now.

Our village lies directly under the Luftwaffe's flight path into Liverpool and the great cities of the northwest.

Furthermore, our canal is being used to transport ordnance to the south.

That means the whole network has become a German target.

We would be remiss if we didn't anticipate the next bomb to be dropped on Great Paxford and be at the ready to treat injuries should they arise.

So this evening, thanks to the assistance of our five Czech volunteers, Dr. and Mrs. Campbell will take us through the basics of blast injuries and how to treat them in situ whilst waiting for evacuation to hospital.

(clock ticking) JOYCE: And remember, ladies, it's better to do it right than to do it fast.

Thank you!

Everyone stop what they're doing.

You've all done very well, but time is pressing on, so could we all thank our wonderful volunteers?

(applause) So gentlemen, if you'd like to step over here, I'll release you from bondage.

(laughter) For the remainder of the evening, I'm going to teach you how to attempt to revive a casualty whose heart has stopped beating and who has also stopped breathing.

The first is cardiac massage and the second is mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

So if everyone could find a partner.

Yes, Miriam?

Are you saying we're to put our mouths to the mouth of another woman?

As you would have to if you came across a female casualty, yes.

I don't know what Bryn would say about that!

(laughter) (sighs) You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I just needed some fresh air.

Go on back in.

Are you sure?

Yes, Steph.

I'm fine.

Really.

It's just been a long day.

I think I might just go home.

You look tired.

I feel it.

Go on, you're missing the demonstration.

Get a good night's sleep.

I'll try.

(laughter) (sewing machines clattering) Don't usually see you here at this time of night.

Still trying to catch up with how the factory works.

I admire your diligence.

Our parachutes are high quality, aren't they, Mr. Taylor?

The highest.

Couldn't leave this building if they weren't.

That machine... ...would stop them dead.

Thank you for a very successful evening.

You're very welcome.

It was long overdue.

Goodnight.

Would you like to join us for supper, Mrs. Cameron?

Supper?

It's nothing special, unless you have other plans, of course.

Oh, that would be most agreeable.

I can't recall the last time I went to a supper that wasn't with Douglas on business or something or other.

No business.

Just you and us.

Thank you.

(phone ringing) Yes?

SECRETARY: Sorry to disturb, Wing Commander.

There's someone at the gate for you.

Yes?

Let them through.

Well, you must think me terribly rude.

(scoffs) First, what a lovely surprise.

Second, why would I think that?

It was such a wonderful day, Nick, and all you got by way of thanks was a limp handshake.

(laughs) I can assure you, a handshake was more than I was expecting.

Well, it shouldn't have been.

That's what you deserved.

Not to mention this.

Next time on Masterpiece... Keep going, Stan, same rate... WILL: You've collapsed from exhaustion.

You need to rest.

We'll lose the farm.

Why don't I talk to him, warn him never to lay a finger on you.

This changes everything.

"Home Fires," next time, on Masterpiece.

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