Dad's Army Page #5

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I should have

kissed you, like this.

Sorry.

I had feelings for you

then, rose. I still do.

Perhaps I haven't been

everything I could have been,

but perhaps

it's not too late.

Perhaps I still could be,

with a little help from someone,

someone like you.

Rose, guess who!

-Frank? What's he doing here?

-I have no idea.

One moment.

I've come to find you.

"Here's looking at you, kid."

Frank, you've been drinking.

Mum's ginger wine.

It don't half make you squiffy.

I got your note.

I can read between the lines.

I know what

you're really saying.

See, you're a woman

and I'm a man.

With a drawn on moustache.

I'm errol Flynn.

- Kiss me.

- Frank!

Mum?

I know you're in there.

-Frank?

-I got this licked, sugar.

Can you hear me?

Mum?

You get

yourself out here, now.

I've got an

announcement to make.

Look at the state of you.

Me and miss winters

are in love.

Don't be ridiculous.

Good afternoon, sir.

Wilson.

Out. Now.

The window. Quickly.

George. George.

The patrol.

Can I come?

Yes, of course.

There you...

How dare you lead

my little boy astray.

You stay away from him.

From both of 'em.

Wilson.

Get in.

Taking in the air,

mainwaring?

Recceing an exercise

for the men, sir.

Yes,

well, we're all busy.

I've got a ten-footer

on the eighth for a half.

-Cunningham.

-Meeks.

From mi5. Captain,

we have a situation.

We've picked up

an enemy radio signal sent from this area.

To the abwehr in Berlin.

An enemy spy is operating

somewhere near here.

Codename cobra,

no less.

He'll be after

information on the Dover base.

Operation bodyguard

was set up a year ago

to keep Hitler guessing

about the invasion.

Decoys, deception,

that sort of thing.

This could cost us

the war, captain.

If you see anything in

the least suspicious,

call us.

We're counting on you.

It could be

anyone, mainwaring.

Enemy radio signal...

Enemy spy is operating

somewhere near here.

It could be

anyone, mainwaring.

Anyone.

She's old enough

to be your mother.

Creeping around there,

declaring undying love.

Honestly, frank,

what were you thinking?

Who'd do a stupid,

brainless thing like that?

Exactly. I mean...

Not your uncle Arthur,

that's for sure.

Frank.

Are you just gonna

throw our life away?

Frank.

How have I upset you?

Uh.

I don't wanna lose you, frank.

We're finished, Vera.

"You and I don't

amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."

Bye.

Bye.

I must go.

I may not be

educated like her.

I may not be rich

like her, or beautiful.

But god help me,

Arthur Wilson,

I love you,

and I'm not giving you up without a fight.

Oh...

Night, uncle Arthur.

Good night, son.

How was Mr. gribbins?

Hmm?

He's your area manager.

You met him today

in eastbourne, apparently.

Oh, uh...

Fine. Fine.

I saw your trousers.

Tried to bite you, did he?

What's the matter?

Have you seen a ghost?

Sorry, dear.

Rather a long day.

Evening, mainwaring.

Evening.

Put that light out.

No.

Captain mainwaring.

Mrs. fox and I are

doing a Jigsaw puzzle, sir.

Bit of sky fell

down the sofa.

We need to talk.

I'll say good night,

then.

Unless you're going to

burst in on me later,

and have your wicked way.

Night, Mrs. fox.

Jones, I want you to remain calm.

What I have to tell you

is highly confidential.

-What, a spy? A real one?

-Quiet, Jones.

You're the only person I've told.

How do you know, sir?

I've had a visit from mi5.

Mi5? Why are you telling me?

You think it's me, don't you?

You think I'm the spy.

You've come here

to arrest me.

Of course not, Jones.

Sit down.

I've come here because

i intend to catch him.

But things could get nasty,

and you're the only

one of us who's ever actually, you know...

-Thusly.

-Aye, sir.

-Thusly.

-Quite.

I may need you to

dispatch him, Jones.

Sit tight for now.

I shall be in touch.

Meantime,

put an edge on that.

Very good, sir.

Don't panic, Jack.

Don't panic.

It's easy.

-Arthur.

-Rose.

I apologize about earlier.

Oh, no, don't.

I have feelings for you, too.

Seeing you again has

brought them all back.

I'm leaving tomorrow

night after the patrol.

I want you to come with me.

Tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night's bridge night.

I need your answer.

After the patrol.

-Oh. Captain mainwaring.

-Morning, ladies.

Captain mainwaring, we have

discovered something terribly exciting

about miss winters.

Straight out of greenmantle.

I can't stop.

My country needs me.

Well, please yourself,

Mr. mainwaring.

Off to win the war, Napoleon?

Just you wait, Hodges.

Today is going to be

the pinnacle of my military career.

Don't tell me, you're gonna

collect colonel theakes's laundry?

-Wilson.

-Morning, sir.

About yesterday,

we're both men of the world.

Are we, sir?

Well, yes.

I suggest that we...

Draw a veil.

Precisely.

Consider it drawn.

Colonel, we're just

about to set off.

Mi5 have picked up

another signal from the spy.

They've narrowed down

his location, mainwaring.

He's in walmington.

Walmington? Good lord.

They're putting a cordon

round the town to flush him out.

I want your platoon

at their disposal

as soon as you've

finished patrol.

You'd better let your men know.

Of course, colonel.

It's imperative that

he's caught, mainwaring.

The allies cross

into France in 48 hours.

- A spy?

- In walmington?

-I can feel it in my bones.

-Walmington?

I'll catch him, sir.

What does he look like?

We don't know, frank.

That's rather

the point with spies.

His target is

the army base at Dover.

We need to keep

a close watch on those cliffs.

I want to catch him.

And make today

the proudest in our history.

He's close by.

I can feel him.

Uncle Arthur!

Uncle Arthur!

Do be quiet, frank.

Ah.

I can see something, sir.

- Where?

- Look.

Don't panic,

Mr. Godfrey. Keep pointing.

-I'll alert my commanding officer.

-What is it?

It's over there.

Look. Can you see?

What is it, Godfrey?

It's a spy.

A spy over there. See? There.

He's sending a signal.

What?

The spy.

Yes. White.

White, brown. White, brown.

White, brown. White, brown.

White, brown. White, brown.

White, brown.

White... god.

As you were, men.

It's a rabbit.

Sir. Sir, are you sure it's not

a tiny spy dressed as a rabbit?

These Nazi spies

are a devious lot, sir.

What a fanciful notion, Jones.

This weighs a ton.

The base is

just over the rise.

Carry this for me,

would you, jonesy?

Righto.

I'm just gonna

take some samples over.

Here you go.

It's now or never.

It ain't half

heavy, Mr. Jones.

No, light as a feather.

Are you all right,

Mr. Jones?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine.

-Come on, rose.

-Thank you.

Blimey.

They've been busy.

What are you doing?

Well, a girl has

to look her best.

Look,

Mr. Jones, a kittiwake.

Whoa, whoa.

All right, Mr. Jones.

Don't you worry about me,

Mr. Godfrey.

I'm strong as an ox

and twice as hairy.

If I see the spy,

I'm going to throw pepper in his eyes.

Whoa...

I might have to ask him

to stand downwind of me, mind you, but...

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