Hope and Glory Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 113 min
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MAC:
It's just the wrench, Grace. It's
for their sake.
He tries to restrain her, but she breaks free.
GRACE:
Let me through, I want my
children.
W.V.S. WOMAN
No one goes in there. You signed
the forms, didn't you?
GRACE:
Yes, I did. And now I want them
back.
W.V.S. WOMAN
Too late. Plenty of others
would've been glad of their
places.
The W.V.S. WOMAN and an ARP MAN are forcibly holding her.
MAC cannot bear to watch her pain. He leaps over the
barrier, grans SUE and BILL and hoists them out of the pen.
BILL is acutely embarrassed at the scene his mother is
making. He struggles to get free of MAC.
BILL:
Let me alone. I want to go. I
want to go.
MAC swings them over to GRACE. She snatches up SUE and hugs
her. Over the child's shoulder her eye is drawn to a poster
depicting a ghostly Hitler hovering over a mother and her
children. He whispers in her ear "Take them back".
BILL:
In front of everybody. They were
all looking at us. Why did you
have to do it?
GRACE is shattered, drained. She becomes calm almost
dreamy.
GRACE:
Please yourself.
(turns to Mac)
Let them go, if they want.
MAC:
Grace!
GRACE turns back to the barrier, which is still defended by
the W.V.S WOMAN with the clipboard.
W.V.S. WOMAN
Changed your mind?
GRACE:
Yes.
W.V.S WOMAN
Well, you're too late. Apply
again. On your head be it.
INT. ROHAN HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
BILL glues balsa wood wings on to a model Spitfire.
Opposite him, across the dining-room table, GRACE is
cutting something out of the newspaper. DAWN'S school books
are spread out on the table, but she has abandoned them in
favour of a dancing lesson by Victor Sylvester on the
wireless. She steers her imaginary partner between the
furniture, her face concentrates, trying to follow the
steps.
VICTOR SYLVESTER (V.O.)
Slow, quick, quick, slow. Right
forward.. left together.. Three,
four.. Back together.. Turn..
One, two.. Quick, quick, slow.
GRACE crosses the room towards the kitchen. DAWN passes in
from of her and she falls into step partnering her daughter
in the dance.
DAWN:
You know it? It must be an old
one.
GRACE:
Ancient. Have you finished your
homework?
DAWN:
After this dance.
She mouths the steps, "Forward..quick, quick, slow"
INT. ROHAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
GRACE pins the newspaper cutting to a bulletin board which
also displays a 'war map' with pins in it showing the
progress of hostilities. The cutting is a David Low cartoon
showing a soldier standing defiantly on a rocky promontory
looking across a stormy sea towards France, saying 'Very
well alone.' She is deeply moved by it. BILL enters and
watches her, sensitive of her mood, but he has a mournful
duty. He takes out the pins, representing the German Army
in Russia.
BILL:
I've got to move the Germans to
Minsk. They've taken Minsk.
GRACE lays a restraining hand on his shoulder.
GRACE:
Tomorrow. Give them one more
night of freedom. Move them in
the morning.
INT. ROHAN HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Swirling to the dance music, DAWN comes face to face with
the clock on the mantelpiece and registers the hours. She
dives for the wireless and searches for another station.
She is satisfied when she hears the stenorian tones of Lord
Haw-Haw's nightly propaganda broadcast from Germany.
DAWN:
Quick! Lord Haw-Haw! He's
starting.
BILL scampers in. GRACE hovers by the door.
LORD HAW-HAW (V.O.)
..the soldiers like to wager
among themselves, what day will
the German army enter Moscow? One
thing is certain: much sooner
than anyone thought. From here in
Berlin, listeners in Britain, I
can give some very definite news.
There will be a bomber raid on
London tonight, the fourteenth
night in succession. Look out for
bombs if you live in Carshalton
or Croydon. There will be
incendiary attacks if you live in
Fulham and Hammersmith. And watch
out in Kew; be alert in
Walthamstow.
BILL looks at his mother, DAWN gets up and goes over to the
wireless, staring at it.
BILL:
That's us.
GRACE:
It's just German Propaganda.
DAWN:
He always knows.
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