Hope and Glory Page #11
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 113 min
- 730 Views
EXT. ROSEHILL AVENUE - DAY
NEIGHBOURS run in the direction of the FALLING AIRMAN. Some
WOMEN carry garden forks and others pick up rocks on the
way. GRACE and the children hurry back into the house.
EXT. ROHAN HOUSE - GARDEN - DAY
They go out through the back gate to join an excited throng
of NEIGHBOURS.
The PILOT drifts on to the wasteland where the barrage
balloon bravely flies. People rush in from all sides, as he
makes an elegant landing and gathers his parachute. A crowd
of women, children and OLD MEN encircle him. He looks no
more than twenty-years old. The crowd watches every move he
makes. They edge back as he reaches into his pocket. But it
is only a silk handkerchief that he pulls out. He wipes his
hands, puts it away. He moves to an empty oil drum and sits
on it. He crosses his legs and carefully lights a
cigarette. His affects the greatest nonchalance as he
smokes. A little way off a huge hoarding gives the
impression of the houses that were to be built on this
site, an idyll of suburban bliss. The PILOT looks at the
idealized family group on the poster and then at GRACE and
her children. He smiles ironically.
GRACE:
England is so beautiful, and he
had to land here of all places.
Finally, a rather aged POLICE CONSTABLE arrives on the
scene. The onlookers thrust him forward. He advances a few
paces, the stops. Hesitating, quite at a loss. He looks at
the PILOT then back to the crowd. They egg him on.
Resolutely, the CONSTABLE pulls out his truncheon and steps
forward.
CONSTABLE:
Now then. Now then.
The German PILOT gets languidly to his feet. The POLICEMAN
Retreats a pace. A TITTER or two ripples through the crowd.
Encouragingly, the PILOT half raises his hands in the
'stick-em-up' position, the cigarette held delicately
between the pale fingers. It is a taunting but oddly gentle
gesture. The CONSTABLE takes him by the arm and leads him
off. The crowd opens up to let them pass. As he does, DAWN
catches his eye and he winks at her. She gives him a
flirtatious smile. GRACE is horrified. She seizes DAWN and
forces her face against her own breast, hiding her gaze
from the lewdness of the enemy.
INT. ROHAN HOUSE - DAWN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
DAWN is bent over, looking between her legs at BILL as he
tries to draw a stocking seam up the back of her calf. He
must continuously lick the brown crayon. She holds a hand
mirror in such a way that she can see the progress of his
work.
DAWN:
It's crooked. Rub that bit out
and do it again.
She cuff's him and he resumes. He stops halfway up her
thigh.
DAWN:
Well, keep going. Don't stop now.
He goes higher, then hesitates again.
BILL:
Nobody is going to see this far
up.
She leers at him.
DAWN:
Don't be so sure.
He blushes. She stands up and pirouettes, her flared skirt
swings out, exposing her knickers.
DAWN:
When I jitterbug.
DAWN, swinging as she jitterbugs with a young CANADIAN
SOLDIER, BRUCE. They are good. He hoists her over his
shoulder. They whirl and swirl. The music changes to a slow
waltz.
BRUCE:
It was great for me, how was it
for you.
DAWN:
A bit too quick.
BRUCE:
Well. Now we can do it slow. Are
those some kind of stockings
you're wearing?
DAWN:
They might be.
BRUCE:
I mean, no suspenders. They just
kinda' disappear up your ass.
She slaps his face. He Holds up his hands in mock horror
and backs away.
BRUCE:
Quit it. Help me someone. The
girl's beating on me.
Jeers and laughter from fellow CANADIANS on the dance
floor. DAWN turns and walks off, head in the air, but not
forgetting to wriggle her bottom as she goes. BRUCE grins
admiringly and stalks after her on tiptoe. His pals love
it.
EXT. SKY - DAY
BLACK AND WHITE:
A SPITFIRE is attacked by a GERMAN PLANE. The pilot twists
and turns away, trying to escape. The pilot is BILL! His
eyes bulge with fear as the enemy bullets rip into his
fuselage. The rat-a-tat of the gunfire wakes him up.
INT. ROHAN'S HOUSE - CHILDREN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
COLOUR:
BILL opens his eyes, and they alight upon his MODEL
SPITFIRE suspended on a thread over his bed. The cannon
fire gradually resolves into a TAPPING on the WINDOW.
Blearily he gets up and unlatches it. A Dishevelled DAWN
climbs through, threading her way between the model
airplanes hanging from the ceiling and stepping down over
the table on which BILL has his shrapnel collection spread.
BILL:
(whispering)
Mind that shrapnel
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