♪ ♪ CARMODY: Thank you, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Somehow you've turned me into a good driver.

♪ ♪ HELEN: You're not abandoning anyone.

And I'm so, so proud of you.

I don't want to lose you, Gerald.

I'm coming with you.

It's all right to be scared.

Don't let it change you.

JAMES: You're going to be an incredible mum.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Oscar purring) ♪ ♪ (chuckles) Hello, you.

♪ ♪ Oh, here, I'll do that.

Helen, I mean it.

James would have my guts for garters.

Are you kidding me?

I promised him we'd look after you, and I am nothing if not obstinate.

Really?

I wouldn't say that were true.

Oh-- no, I'm not falling for that again.

Helen?

Tell me what part of me expecting means I can't fix a dripping tap.

There, that should do it.

Thank you, Helen.

It's been driving me potty.

Well, it'll do for now, but I'd still have someone out to have a look at it.

Oh, nonsense.

I'll do it myself.

Right, better get on.

Thank you, Mrs. Hall.

Was it like this for you, everybody treating you like a crystal vase?

(door closes, plates clanking) It's ever so quiet up there without him.

Why don't you give your dad and Jenny a visit?

I'm sure they'd love to see you.

♪ ♪ (sheep bleating, cattle lowing) ♪ ♪ So, what does James make of Devon?

He says it's beautiful, but the Dales win hands down.

(sighing): Oh, you're a godsend.

I can't tell you how much better that feels already.

Has he flown a plane yet?

It's all lectures and fitness for a few more weeks.

Sounds like they're drilling him to within an inch of his life, poor sod.

Bit of toughening up'll do him good.

He's plenty tough enough, Dad.

I don't like the thought of them flogging him to death.

Well, he'll come back with shoulders twice the size, and muscles bulging everywhere.

How on Earth will you cope?

Jenny Alderson!

Well, you won't be wanting my backrubs anymore, I'll tell you that right now.

(laughs) I forgot what it were like when you two get together.

(laughing) Right, come on, Jenny.

Leave this, I'll wash up.

Thanks, love.

Hey, nice to see you.

What happened, Dad?

What do you mean?

Have you hurt yourself?

I've twisted me knee-- it's nowt.

It don't look like nowt.

He caught his foot in a rabbit hole.

He won't go out to doctor.

What's the point?

I've not stopped working, have I?

He can barely get up the stairs by the end of the day.

Here, let me have a look at it.

(groans): Stop making a fuss, the pair of you.

Tell me the truth-- are you coping?

You mean with him being Mr. Hop-a-long or him being even grumpier than usual?

ALDERSON: It's fine.

I'm fine.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (door closes) (fire crackling) (inhales) I've been saving them.

Thank you.

What a treat.

(laughs) (sniffing) Nowt for you, boy.

(laughing): You're just like Jess and Dash.

Play me like a fiddle, they do.

(laughs) Is he all right?

He's walking funny.

You're not wrong.

(Rock panting) It's his rear end.

You all right, Rock?

(whines) One of his testicles is enlarged.

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's probably nothing.

But you should bring him in to see Mr. Farnon, just to be safe.

It's best to get these things looked at before they get worse.

Speaking of Mr. Farnon... (breathes deeply): I haven't told him yet.

I'm sorry.

There never seems to be a, a right time.

You've given him all but ten years of your life, Audrey.

I know it won't be easy.

Mm, yeah.

It's just...

I have to think of Lillian, too.

She, she needs me.

Of course she does.

I know it's not what we'd have chosen.

But we'll be together.

If you're still sure.

I'll do it tomorrow.

♪ ♪ (paper shuffling) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (people talking in background) You were so quiet I didn't even notice you!

I was just brushing up on a little vertebrate physiology.

I thought you were out with Mr. Farnon this morning.

He suggested I didn't know a cow's arse from its carpal.

I see.

How are you finding things?

Without James here as your, uh, buffer, I mean.

Oh!

Yes, very good, thank you.

It can be confusing.

Sometimes he tells me to do something, and when it doesn't succeed, he blames me for it.

Hm.

That sounds about right.

It's nothing personal.

Sometimes you've got to be brave and stand up to him.

He'll respect you for it.

♪ ♪ (music playing on radio, footsteps approaching) Thanks for doing that.

You didn't have to.

Just don't ask me to cook 'em.

Audrey, can I talk to you about something?

Of course.

I think I'm gonna move back home.

My dad's hurt his leg.

Is he all right?

Yeah, you know what he's like.

He'd say he was all right if his head fell off.

Are you thinking you'll stay there?

You'll have the baby there?

I don't know.

But with James away, I suppose... (door opens, footsteps approach) (radio continues) What's going on?

I'm moving back to Heston.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Richard's injured.

You've been so kind to me, both of you.

They just need my help.

No, don't be daft.

You'll give her a lift, won't you?

Course.

Help her with her bags and whatnot.

HELEN: Right, then.

You must leave a few things in the bedsit, so you can come and go...

Yes.

...whenever you like.

Course I will.

(chuckles) (Helen murmurs softly) (music continues) And then there were two, eh, Mrs. Hall?

♪ ♪ (inhales sharply) (car door closes, engine starts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sheep bleating) What were it like for Mam when she were expecting me?

What do you mean, what were it like?

Well, was she sick a lot?

Did she have any funny food cravings?

Was I an easy baby?

I don't know, don't remember.

I'd have been out here, probably fixing this same bloody fence.

(clicks tongue): Fat lot of use you are.

Hold that, you.

I'm going to get some wire.

No, don't be daft, stay here.

You need to watch your leg.

It's you wants to be resting, not me.

I'm expecting, Dad, I'm not ill. Yeah, well, I'm not an old man.

(sheep and goats bleating) (exhales) You're as bad as each other.

(exhales) What's it feel like?

Like I've eaten all the pies in Yorkshire.

It's exciting, but terrifying.

Well, I can't wait to be an auntie.

I, I can't feel anything.

Some days she's livelier than others.

It's easy to fret all the time when you've no idea what's normal.

Well, you got nowt to worry about.

You've done it once already, with me.

That wasn't the same.

It's the giving birth part that scares me.

I wish Mam were here.

Not just to help me, but... Me, too.

"She"?

It's a hunch.

Imagine Dad with another Alderson girl to cope with.

(both laugh) (water dripping) Oh, bugger it.

(sighs) (objects shifting) Mr. Farnon... Bloody thing's still leaking.

You couldn't pass me the spanner, could you?

Mrs. Hall?

Is everything all right?

I, uh...

I need to talk you about my position, Mr. Farnon.

Right.

The, the thing is... You're leaving me.

I've tried to explain it as best I can in the letter.

I don't know how much notice period you need.

I'm not sure we ever discussed it.

(stammering): A, a month seems too little.

Would three months suffice?

Well, if you need longer, of course, I'll, I'll give you longer.

The last thing I want to do is inconvenience you.

(voice trembling): Inconvenience me?

My divorce was approved.

A few weeks ago, in fact, but, um...

This is a chance for me to start a new life with Gerald.

And I think if I don't take it now...

I might never.

♪ ♪ (inhales deeply): One month should be ample, Mrs. Hall.

♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-- whoa!

What do you think you're on with?

Helping out-- oh, Dad, don't start mollycoddling.

I wouldn't bloody dare.

That better be for you.

Yeah, well, I, I know you don't like to be cooped up inside, so...

I didn't come here to laze about in the sun like an house dog.

Well, I weren't thinking about you.

I were thinking about the baby.

Well, that's my job!

Right.

Right, well, put that down, then.

You can go and feed Smokey.

Or if you don't want to do that, then you can have a sit-down, put your feet up-- up to you.

(mutters): Fine.

Aye.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

What's up, lad?

(snuffling) You not hungry?

♪ ♪ (cow lowing in distance) ANNOUNCER (on radio): If the Germans come by parachute, aeroplane, or ship, you must remain where you are.

The order is to stay put.

Hitler's invasions of Poland, Holland, and Belgium were greatly helped by... (knock at door, door opens) (sniffs) Gerald.

(sniffles) Something happened?

Oh!

Is everything all right?

(sobs) (Rock whines) (radio continues) You, you mustn't be listening to that.

(whines) Nothing good comes from worrying.

(radio tuning) (instrumental music plays) There.

That's better.

(sniffling): I'm sorry.

You've got nothing to be sorry for.

(inhales): I did it.

I gave Mr. Farnon me notice.

It'll be worth it.

I promise.

Helen's moved back to the farm, to be with her family.

Oh.

Poor Mr. Farnon.

(object shifts) No, Rock!

Leave, leave!

Oh!

MRS. HALL: Oh, ruddy Nora!

(Rock whining) (Mrs. Hall exclaims) GERALD: Get out.

(panting) (water running) You can't be keeping it, surely!

Well, I've nowt else for tea.

Mr. Farnon'd blow a gasket.

Well, I suppose if it's being cooked...

I won't tell if you don't.

(door opens) (both laugh) (door closes) SIEGFRIED: Well, with mild colic like that, five drams of Istin in a pint of... Oh, sorry, I... Mr. Farnon, we were just...

I brought Rock in, Mr. Farnon.

SIEGFRIED: Yes, so I see.

What, what I mean to say is, I, I wondered if you could take a look at him.

(Rock whining) (Gerald stammering) I realize the timing could be better.

Why could the timing be... What's the problem?

It's his, uh... His testicle.

(Rock whining) I'm very worried about him.

(whines) Righto.

(ringing) (footsteps approaching) Darrowby 2297.

Oh, hello, love.

Oh, he's in surgery at the minute, but I could send Mr. Carmody over, if you like, to have a look?

All right, will do-- bye, then.

You're wanted at Heston Grange.

When did you first notice it?

Audrey spotted it last night.

Last night?

But this must have been growing for days, if not weeks-- how did you not notice sooner?

I don't know, I...

The poor creature relies on you to speak up.

(whines) You've a responsibility to do right by him.

(sighing): Although tumors like this aren't unusual in dogs...

It's a tumor?

Is it serious?

Generally, they're not inclined to metastasize-- um, spread through the body-- very readily.

But I should still cut it out to be safe.

No, no, I can't put him through surgery.

There must be something else you can do.

Perhaps some pills, or...

It's a straightforward procedure.

I can do it now, if you like.

(Rock whimpering) Best to get it over with.

How much of a risk is it, the surgery?

Well, no operation is entirely without risk.

I'm sorry, Mr. Farnon, I need some time to think about it-- come on, boy.

(Rock whining) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Penny for your thoughts.

It's summat me mam used to say.

As in, I give you a penny, you tell me what you're thinking.

Do I have to?

No!

(Smokey lowing) You haven't even given me a penny.

No, it's just an expression, Richard.

Anyway, what's wrong with him?

(door creaking) What's going on here?

(Smokey lows) Summat up with calf?

CARMODY: It seems like Smokey may have a problem with his rumen-- one of his stomach compartments.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to bother you.

What's he eaten today, do you know?

ALDERSON: I let him in the orchard this morning.

Probably just got a bellyful of fruit.

CARMODY: That would explain the lack of rumination.

He's blocked up.

Nowt that a good dose of linseed oil won't shift.

You wouldn't rather get Mr. Farnon's opinion?

(Smokey lowing) ALDERSON: How many, uh, years have you spent on farms, lad?

Years?

Well, we'd certainly be dealing in fractions.

I've been here four months, perhaps a quarter of that out on farms, so... Yeah, I've spent the whole of my life on farms, and I'm telling you, what this calf needs is some linseed oil.

(Smokey mooing) Very well.

I think I've got some in the car.

(Smokey lows, Alderson and Helen exclaim) ALDERSON: Bloody hell!

HELEN: Ooh!

Are you hurt, love?

No, no, I'm all right, Dad, no harm done.

(groans): Don't know what I were bloody thinking.

You've got no business being near beasts.

Look, I'm all right, Dad.

No, you're not-- you're not.

I'm telling you, if you're going to be here with us, you're gonna have to stay out of harm's way.

(Smokey lowing) Bloody hellfire.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds calling) (Siegfried grunts) Damn it!

(wrench squeaking) (sighs) Bloody thing.

(wrench clunking) ♪ ♪ (rooster crowing) ♪ ♪ What is it, lad?

Is your stomach still hurting?

(bellows) Maybe you're just missing your mum, is that it?

(cow lowing in distance) Oh, poppet.

You're really not right, are you?

SIEGFRIED (tapping, muttering): Come on, come on... (wrench clunks, water hissing) Bugger it!

(groans) (panting): Oh... (grunts) (water stops, Siegfried sighs) (phone ringing) (wrench drops) Darrowby 2297.

HELEN (on phone): Siegfried, it's Helen.

(shortly): Yes!

Oh.

Uh, well, I wondered if you could come and have a look at a calf with a blocked stomach.

The one Carmody saw yesterday?

Mm-- he gave him linseed oil, but... Well, that should do it-- I have to go.

No, wait, wait-- I'd really rather you came and had a look at him.

SIEGFRIED: I'm very busy, Helen.

Is this an emergency?

Well, not exactly, but...

I'll send Carmody.

(dial tone buzzing) (receiver set in cradle) ♪ ♪ This is not good.

You should have asked for Mr. Farnon.

I did.

He was in one of his moods.

Yes, he does seem to have rather a lot on his plate today.

So what do you think's the matter with him?

I suspect he's overworked.

The leak in the kitchen probably doesn't help.

Not Siegfried, Smokey!

Ah.

(Smokey grumbles) Well... His temperature is close to the moribund level.

And do you see his eyes have become sunken?

I fear if something drastic isn't done, he could be dead by tomorrow.

(Smokey lows) Are you kidding?

Too much undigested food has blocked him up.

Oh!

The only thing for it's a rumenotomy, an operation to cut open his stomach and clear out everything that shouldn't be there.

Best call Siegfried, then.

You're not scared of him, are you?

No, no.

Perhaps a little?

(Smokey moans) I've got a full list-- can you cope without water till I'm back?

I'll get someone in to fix it.

Don't be absurd-- I'm not paying someone.

I could train a monkey to do that.

Well, any chance this monkey could start immediately?

Only I've a lot of laundry to get through.

Did you read me letter?

Would it make any difference if I had?

(phone ringing) I'll get it.

(phone ringing) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) Darrowby 2297.

Slow down, Carmody.

Yes, all right, I'll be there soon.

(receiver drops in cradle) I told you not to call vitnery.

Yeah, well, it's a good job I did, because if it were left up to you, we'd have a dead calf on our hands.

Oh, aye.

According to who?

Some nine-year-old whose farm knowledge comes from Old MacDonald and Mother bloody Goose?

Why don't I wait outside?

Are you angry with me because you're wrong?

Who says I'm wrong?

Or is it 'cause you're scared?

Scared?

(door closes) Scared of what?

You're getting older, Dad, and if you weren't so pig-headed, you might just admit you could do with a hand up here.

This en't about me, or even the calf.

This is about you being mindful of your baby.

I'm perfectly capable of looking after meself and a baby, Dad.

It's not as simple as that.

It really is.

I came up here to help you, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

(shouting): Do as you're told!

Just do as you're told!

♪ ♪ (door closes) (door opens) (footsteps approaching) (door closes) Ooh!

Hello, love.

When I said I'd be back for a cuppa, I bet you didn't think it'd be this soon.

What's happened?

Come and sit down.

I'll put the kettle on.

Sorry to burden you with all this, Audrey.

I suppose I just needed someone to talk to.

Don't be sorry.

You can always talk to me.

(inhales sharply) Are you all right?

I'm all right.

(inhales) I'm not all right.

(sighs) What is it?

I've given Mr. Farnon me notice.

You're leaving?

You and Gerald.

Are you engaged?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Congratulations.

I'll come and visit as soon as the baby's born.

(voice trembling): I promise.

(sniffles) I'm happy for you, I just... You thought I'd be there for the birth.

I know.

(animals bleating and lowing in background) (stomach contents shifting) SIEGFRIED: Chock full of fruit.

There's enough here to open a greengrocer's.

I'm not sure that would be very sanitary.

Right-- of course.

(stomach contents shifting, Siegfried grunts) That's your lot.

Should be right as rain once he's sewn up.

It's a good job you called me.

Might not have made it otherwise.

I, uh, owe you an apology, Mr. Carmody.

Quite all right.

ALDERSON: I'll leave you to it, Mr. Farnon.

Of course.

All yours.

Let's see what James has taught you.

Stitch him up.

(Smokey lows) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) ♪ ♪ ALDERSON (calling): Knock, knock.

Dad?

This is where they've had you cooped up all these months, then, eh?

I know it's not much, but we've tried to make it ours.

Is that why you got the cat, see if there's room to swing it round?

Have a seat.

Shall I make us a brew?

No, you're all right, thanks-- I can't stop, love.

Uh...

I shouldn't have shouted at you like I did.

It's all right, Dad.

No, please, love.

It's not all right.

We lost a child.

Um, when you were three, you had a brother.

We never got to see him smile, laugh, cry, fill his little lungs with air.

He were gone before he got here.

And your mother always used to say it were God's will, that there was nowt we could've done.

I've never been able to forgive meself.

I don't understand.

I used to beg her to take it easy.

She's just like you.

She's stubborn as a bloody mule.

She used to work from dawn till dusk, right till the...

Right till the end.

Why haven't you told me before?

We wanted to, love.

The time never seemed right.

You'd think that, being a farmer, it'd help you prepare, but it...

It don't.

Nothing does, not really.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Well, I can't have it happen again.

♪ ♪ I miss her.

Yeah.

Me, too, love.

I hate that my baby won't know her.

That she'll just be a name.

No, no, love, she... She'll always be more than a name.

I see your mother in you every day.

And in Jenny and all.

So, in that way, she's not really gone, is she?

Any road, I better...

I better get back.

Dad?

There were nothing you could've done.

Either of you.

(footsteps retreating) (exhales) (woman singing on record) Ooh!

I can't feel the baby, Audrey.

And I can't remember the last time I did.

Well, you've been moving around a lot.

You've probably just not noticed.

It's normal to fret.

I were a bundle of worries.

What if I've lost it, Audrey?

Why would you say that?

I should've listened to me dad, but I didn't.

(loudly): What have I done?

I've been...

Listen to me, love.

I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

(crying) Where, where are you going?

I'm gonna see if I can get hold of the midwife.

I've already tried that.

(crying) Is Mr. Farnon at Heston?

I think so.

Right, right.

Get your coat.

I'll drive.

♪ ♪ Slow down, Audrey, we're not in a race.

Maybe not, but it's important, en't it?

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Very neat!

Good work.

All done?

Yep.

Give him the best hay for a few days.

We'll have the stitches out in a couple of weeks.

Grand-- well, um, thank you very much, much appreciated.

(cows lowing, sheep bleating) Mr. Farnon?

We need your help.

Are, are you sure you wouldn't rather do this in the farmhouse?

If it's good enough for cows.

Righto.

(cow lows) Just try to relax.

Mm.

♪ ♪ Yep.

(inhales sharply) Oh, for goodness' sake.

♪ ♪ (stammering): I'm not sure I'm needed here, am I?

Perhaps I should make some tea.

Quiet, please.

(hands rubbing together) ♪ ♪ Sometimes it, it's about finding the right angle.

♪ ♪ It's funny, I've done this hundreds of times.

Just never on a human.

That explains why your hand is shaking.

It isn't.

♪ ♪ I can hear your heartbeat.

(inhales deeply) ♪ ♪ Mr. Carmody, please remove the ear tubes and put them in Helen's ears?

♪ ♪ (baby's heart beating) Oh.

(gasps) (laughing) ♪ ♪ It's the most beautiful sound in the world.

(laughing) Oh!

(exhales) (exhales) Thank you.

(murmurs): Well done-- well done.

(laughing) (exhales) (Helen laughs in relief) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (footsteps approaching) (Vonolel squeaking) I think I'll turn in, Mr. Farnon.

Get an early night.

Sorry.

Don't be.

If it's not inappropriate, do you think you might help me with some of these details?

Read me what you got.

"Housekeeper wanted to cook and clean in veterinary practice."

Is that it?

Well, they charge by the word.

I see.

Well, there's a bit more to it than that.

Yes, well, um, laundry and ironing, for instance.

Shopping, darning, walking the dogs.

Fielding telephone calls.

Finding your keys and everything else you misplace.

Keeping the peace.

Holding the fort.

Well, quite.

(chuckles) Well, thank you, that's, uh, that's very helpful.

I'm sure you'll get plenty of applicants.

I'll place it in the paper first thing.

Mrs. Hall.

I read your letter.

I should have done that when you gave it to me.

What you said about my taking you in all those years ago meant a great deal.

Well, it were the truth.

I was a bit of a mess.

And you were an absolute stalwart.

(laughs, sniffles) You can add that to the list.

You'd just lost Evelyn.

How could you not be a mess?

I were at sixes and sevens trying to come to terms with what happened with Edward... (inhales) And Robert.

Well, thank you for your help with this.

You have your own life now, Mrs. Hall.

(voice trembling): You must make the most of it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (owl hooting) (whisk beating) (Dash whines) (sets bowl down) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (chuckling): Hello, Audrey.

What's happened?

Do you mind if I come in?

♪ ♪ I know you need to go to the Lakes.

There's nothing more important than family.

But...

I don't think I'm ready to go, not just yet.

I just... (exhales) There's Helen's baby.

(sighing): And there's... Mr. Farnon.

They need me.

I see.

You should go.

Of course you should.

And maybe I'll join you.

(clock pendulum swinging) When?

♪ ♪ I don't know.

(sighs): This is all my fault.

No, no, it's not.

You don't have to say any more.

(exhales) I've always known this would come.

Perhaps it were never meant to be, you and me.

♪ ♪ I'm so sorry.

No.

I never meant for this...

Please, Audrey.

I think it's best you go.

I need to be on me own.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (knock at door) Audrey!

I thought I'd pop in.

See how you're doing.

Fresh this morning.

Thank you.

It's nice of you to come all this way just to bring me a loaf of bread.

Well, I needed some air.

Maybe a friend.

There's been a change of plan.

I'll be here for the birth, after all.

Oh, Audrey, I'm so sorry.

I'm glad I'll be here.

I'll put us the kettle on.

(breathes deeply) (door opens) (door closes) Mr. Farnon.

She's not here, I'm afraid.

Audrey and I are no longer.

I see.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

It was you I came to see.

Now, I hate the idea of him going under the knife... (Rock barks softly) ...but if you think it's for the best... Why don't you bring him through?

GERALD: Thank you, Mr. Farnon.

Would you mind if I waited out here?

I couldn't bear to watch.

Of course not.

Why don't you have a cup-- oh, no, sorry it's not working.

I'm all right, thank you.

Come on, then, Rock.

It's nothing to worry about, I promise.

It won't take long.

Come on, after you.

♪ ♪ Aye.

(cow lowing) Penny for your thoughts.

Thought I'd feel different being back here.

Closer to Mam, maybe.

Aye.

But further away from James.

In a funny way, yeah.

I have to look forward, Dad.

Skeldale's my home.

And I want us to be there when he comes back, me and the baby.

Makes sense.

It's a bugger to get a postman up here, never mind a bloody midwife.

(chuckles) Will you do something for me?

What?

Get that knee looked at.

I will, love, aye.

If it means you're gonna stop nagging me.

♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) (cows lowing) SIEGFRIED: Yes, everything went well.

I'll send the tumor off for analysis, but as I say, it's probably benign.

GERALD: Hello, boy.

Oh!

I don't know why I was so worried.

Because the thought of hurting those we love is dreadful.

Though sometimes necessary, sadly.

It was well done, coming here today.

Thank you, Mr. Farnon.

(door opens and closes) Glad you brought him in.

How is he?

He'll be right.

It's best he and I go sooner rather than later.

To the Lakes, I mean.

All things considered.

I see.

(clock chiming hour) It still keeps perfect time.

(sighs) Goodbye, Audrey.

Gerald.

What I meant to say is...

Thank you.

(door opens and closes) (breathes deeply) I'm going completely mad.

Where's the spanner?

Have you got it?

(footsteps approaching) I'm so sorry.

Me, too.

Mr. Farnon, I were wondering, have you already posted the job listing?

Well, do you know the strangest thing, I bumped into Mary Rudd this morning, and she told me her sister Winifred was looking for a housekeeping position.

I see.

The only trouble is, the woman has a voice that can strip paint and she hates dogs.

Oh.

Goodness.

Well, we can't have that.

♪ ♪ Of course, I could always stay on, if that would be appropriate.

I think that might be the most practical thing, given the circumstances.

If you're sure-- I completely understand...

I'm sure.

Mrs. Hall, if I've taken you for granted over the years... No.

You haven't.

Right.

I think we could both use a brew, don't you?

Ah, yes, um...

The thing is... (water running) Huh-- that's odd.

You fixed it.

♪ ♪ Well, the point is, it's working now.

It were Gerald, weren't it?

It might've been, yes.

(quietly): Of course it were.

♪ ♪ (horn honks) (breathes deeply) (dogs barking and panting, Helen chuckles) If you've any laundry needs doing, best give it me.

I'm about to do a load.

(Oscar meows, Helen breathes deeply) (fire crackling) HELEN: Haven.

That's my tenth word, so that means I've won.

What?

Oh!

Impossible.

No.

(chuckles) Yes, all right, I'll give you that.

(coos): Eh, there we go.

Best of three?

(Oscar purring) (murmuring) ♪ ♪ You were very, very lucky.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ They're transferring me to start bomber training.

You'll be flying over there?

JAMES: My wife, she's pregnant.

I wondered if I could go back.

WOODHAM: We all have people we're worried about, but we have a job to do.

Is that understood?

I think it's started.

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