Recommended FREE Parades end Download. Parades End 1x05 HDTV x264-FoV [eztv]. 6 years, 334.9 MB, 27, 231, 0.12. Parades End S01E01 PILOT. Directed by Susanna White. With Rebecca Hall, Benedict Cumberbatch, Janet McTeer, Ned Dennehy. Sylvia returns to Christopher,largely for the financial security and attends his mother's funeral,where her showy appearance shocks the mourners. Realising she is reviled she goes to a retreat but is soon back in society with another admirer.

I can send you home, in disgrace or I can send you to your battalion. You're finished here. If you let yourself go, you'll go further than you wish. Groby is at your disposal, if you want to live there with Michael. Have you got a sweetheart in the war, Miss? I'm a woman desperately trying to get her husband back. If Christopher would throw his handkerchief to me, I would follow him round the world in my shift.

Toshiba satellite l305-s5933 wireless driver. I took that woman to be a saint. What is one to do when a woman is unfaithful? Divorce the harlot or live with her like a man. So we have Captain Tietjens, whom the War Office wanted transferred to the command of 19th Division's horse-lines, going to the trenches to take over as second-in-command of the 6th Battalion, Glamorganshires, and we have Captain McKechnie, who detests Tietjens because he considers the second-in-command of the 6th Battalion to be his by right, going instead to take charge of 19th Division's horse-lines, which he sees, correctly, as a humiliation. And finally we have Major Perowne, last heard of attempting to enter the bedroom of Mrs Tietjens, allegedly at her invitation, being sent back to his battalion as a punishment. And all I can say is that it takes a movement order of some genius to send these three officers up the line sharing transport.

Shouldn't we get out of the train while it's stopped? - The Huns are aiming at the train.

They never hit what they're aiming at. Think of those pretty sisters with the teashop in Poperinghe. What about them? - Blown to bits. The Huns couldn't have been aiming at a teashop.

Please note, the seal is unbroken. After the raid, I'll translate your sonnet into Latin in under three minutes. I suppose you believe that I have not read your sonnet? You don't perhaps imagine that I opened it and made a copy?

I don't care. You can be witness. Latin hexameters in under three minutes. You take that back, you swine. You're speaking of a lady you're not fit to Not that it's for me to defend her. - McKechnie, control yourself, or the first thing I'll do is report you to the MO, and you'll find yourself in the care of the doctors.

Report me to Terence? Terence is my pal. We're all pals in the battalion. Best battalion in the line. How we worked at it. Now I'm banished to a horse-coper's job in Transport.

And poor old Colonel Bill has got you as his number two. Poor old Bill. You're no soldier. Do you think you're an infantry man? You're a bolster. A big, baggy bolster.

Poor battalion. Poor bloody old pals. Are we going to die? Poor old Billy, who sweated for the battalion. What do you think it's like, Tietjens, when you stop one, when you know this is it? Your faculties are numbed. You feel no pain, no apprehension.

Thank you, Tietjens. Now he's got you. Poor old Bill Oh, thank God.

We're moving. I can smell bacon. And snowdrops? Happy birthday, darling.

Where did you find the snowdrops? - Oh, I didn't pick them, I'm afraid. Well, I picked them in Shepherds Market. Thank you for my Valentine card. And there's a telegram for you. Someone's remembered your birthday.

It's in Latin. - It must be from Christopher. It's from Edward. Glasgow postmark. He must be on shore. That's That's good, anyway. Happy birthday, comrade.

Octobris Long live the October Revolution. I suppose he thought it might not get through, now the Bolsheviks have made peace with Germany. Is my son a Bolshevik now? - It's enough to make anyone Bolshevik, sending men and boys to murder each other in millions. I don't want a birthday if he's lying dead. He's not dead.

He's in Glasgow. I meant You are surely not in love with Christopher Tietjens? You mustn't be. He's a married man. But when he comes home, he will make me his mistress.

- But you wouldn't. And he wouldn't. You've always thought he was infallible. He'll keep some of his principles. He won't divorce his wife. I don't care. I I've always thought love was a kind of literature and But every word Christopher Tietjens and I have ever said to each other was a declaration of love.