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with a lot of shop.

- No.

- Not likely, sir.

Bill, where's Baird?

He ought to be here

helping us to entertain our guests.

I don't know, sir.

Batchy, do you know?

Yes, he was squatting in the ante-room

as I came past, sir.

Got his head stuck in one of the Sunday heavies.

Then go and dig him out.

And tell him from me,

his presence would be acceptable.

Shall be done, sir.

May I introduce

my mother and father, sir?

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

How do you do, sir?

It's very good of you

to let us come here.

Oh, don't thank me.

We enjoy entertaining, don't we, Falk?

I'm only sorry that we have to restrict it ...

... to relatives and close friends

owing to security reasons ...

... and even that's got

to stop now, I'm afraid.

We've heard so much about you

from Dennis, Captain.

Not much to my credit, I fear.

Yes, indeed.

He says...

I mean, that is, he...

Have you got a family, sir?

About 2,000, at a guess ...

... including the 2 satellites.

What a nice way of putting it.

Come out from behind

that barrage, Septic.

Why, your presence is demanded

in the lady's room.

You don't expect me

to fall for that gag, do you?

What gag, old man?

I'm not trying to be funny.

Well, perhaps you'll be good enough to tell me

who is demanding my presence.

Well, actually, old man

it's no lesser a person than the ...

... than Nadine Clinton.

Well, that's different then.

Why didn't you say it was she?

Mind you, I don't know if I approve

of all this social stuff in war time.

I'd talk to the Tiger about it,

if I were you.

You know I'll do no such thing.

A man's entitled

to his own opinions all the same.

Isn't he?

Absolutely, old man.

Seems to be quite a flap on.

There's 3 sections

of Beeswax up already.

I bet Barry's got his coat off

in the Ops Room.

And thinking rude thoughts

about our sherry drinking.

Now stop talking shop,

you controller types.

I want a word in Mrs. Clinton's charming ear.

Look, I...

This is very sudden, Group Captain.

Now, look, I'm serious, my dear.

It gets more and more flattering.

Don't make things more difficult.

I'm scared enough already.

You? Scared?

I can't even frighten

my own tame Squadron Leader.

Look ... I want you

to leave your bungalow.

What?

You see, we believe that at any moment ...

... the Jerries are going to start bombing

the fighter stations.

Well, now, when that happens ...

... they'll throw in everything they've got

to try and wipe us out.

I don't know want the responsibility of ...

... having civilian women around.

Well, I've been called a great many things

in my time, but civilian woman.

You must excuse

my crude service jargon ...

... but you do understand?

Perfectly.

And you needn't have apologised.

And you needn't have

got so worked up about it all.

Thank you, my dear.

I knew.

Cause I'm not going.

I've rounded up our shy pilot, sir.

He came like a bomb when I told him

Mrs Clinton was pining for him.

Oh. Oh, yes.

You see, Septic,

I didn't want you to miss

our last Sunday party ...

... with so many beautiful girls around.

You're wasting your talents in solitude.

I'll introduce you to some.

Come on.

Astonishing woman.

Absolutely, sir.

Betty, I want to introduce you

to Pilot Officer Baird ...

... a newcomer to our ranks, Miss Carfax.

Hello.

How do you do, Miss Carfax?

Being a V.R., Pilot Officer Baird probably

has a wider range of conversation ...

... than us regular types.

Will someone get me a drink?

Tony, there's someone I want you to meet.

I suppose you're a Pimpernel

or you wouldn't be here.

Yes, that's right.

My brother's in Beeswax Squadron.

They're pretty busy this morning.

Yes, he's off now.

- I expect you wish you were, too.

- Indeed, I do.

That is ... I didn't mean that ...

You mean, you'd rather be flying ...

... than making dull conversation

with a strange girl?

I didn't mean that at all, Miss Carfax.

Yes, you did.

And I quite agree with you.

- It must be wonderful.

- There's nothing like it.

Power and speed

and whole sky to yourself.

But you've got a squadron, Bill.

Yes, granted, I've got a squadron, Peter.

Thank you. In the long run ...

... you pukka Cranwell-trained laddies ...

... youve got it all over us

short-term commission, chaps ...

... when it comes to the plum jobs.

Sitting on my backside is not my idea of a plum.

Attention, everybody.

Attention, everybody.

Pimpernels to readiness.

- Hell!

- Pimpernels to readiness ...

- Batchy ...

- That is all.

... what a ghastly way to drink good sherry.

Ill savour mine later with proper respect.

And heaven help you, Peter,

if it's not there when I get back.

What about you?

You're a Pimpernel, aren't you?

Yes, but you see, my neck.

I'm not flying at present.

Oh, come on, we can

see them off, anyway.

Come on!

Come on, come on!

How I wish I was a man at this moment.

Some people have all the luck.

Let's go back and finish our drinks.

The party's not over yet.

Yes, let's.

You've never flown on operations yet, have you?

- Who told you that?

- You did.

I did?

It's true, isn't it?

Yes.

I was shooting a terrible line, I'm afraid.

No, you weren't.

I guessed as much when I saw

that look in your eyes just now.

I remember my brother

when he first joined the squadron.

You must be a very sympathetic kind of sister.

Oh, I don't know.

Being a useless female makes it easier

to understand how you feel.

Hardly describe you

as useless, Miss Carfax.

Well, useful enough to drive

an old ambulance about, I suppose.

Somebody swiped our drinks.

Oh, that's easily remedied.

You two seem

to be getting along fine.

Miss Carfax is a very

understanding young woman, Mrs Clinton.

Yes, so I can see.

Now that she's cut me out ...

... I shall have to seek solace with my aging husband.

Let's see if I can tune in on him.

Should be about here.

Pimpernel Leader, Sapper calling.

Patrol "C" for Charlie,

Angels 1-8, 1-8, over.

So Pimpernel are off already.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader answering.

Understand point "C" for Charlie.

Angel 1-8, out.

Oh, hello, Peter.

Sorry to drag you away

from your Sabbath pleasures.

That's all right, sir.

Rotten luck, Bill Ponsford buying it like that.

Yes.

Difficult man to replace.

Impossible, I should say.

Well, that's up to you, Peter.

You're going to take over Pimpernel.

Me, sir?

But I've no operational experience.

You have lots of other

experience just as valuable.

What about the other pilots?

They respect you as a person ...

... and that's what matters most, Peter.

But surely Batchy...

You can let Batchy lead

until you find your feet.

I want to keep my team together

and Group agrees with me.

I don't know what to say.

Then don't say it.

I take it you're happy about handing over

the Ops Room to Barry Clinton?

Oh, yes, sir,

he's absolutely first class now.

Good. He'll need to be ...

... if our guess is right

about the next few weeks.

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