Mrs. Miniver Page #5

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You're showing a light.

- We are?

Bright horizontal beam

plainly visible from the air.

Every window in the house is--

- Ground level.

Oh, gosh. This way, Foley.

Thank you.

Good evening, Mrs. Miniver.

- Good evening, Mr. Foley.

Yes.

How about this blanket, Mr. Foley?

- I think I can use it, all right.

There. That fixes that.

It's those tiny cracks that do the damage.

One man lighting a cigarette...

...stands out like a beacon

from 5000 feet up.

One little crack of light might lead

the whole German air force straight here.

Well, it was lucky it was just you.

- Yes, indeed.

Strictly speaking,

you're liable to a fine...

...but as senior warden,

you'll hear no more about it.

That's awfully nice.

You got a nice place here for storage.

Hear the Minister of Food the other day...

...recommended stocking up a bit?

You want to put in some tin foods

in case of emergency.

Sugar, now, sure to go out.

I've got some wonderful demerara.

Will 50 pounds be enough?

Well, really, I--

- Make it 20 pounds, best demerara.

Bismarck herring?

- I hate them.

Kipper snacks? Salmon? Sardines?

I've got lovely ltalian sardines.

Might not be able to get them later.

You never know what Mussolini will do.

There you are. All clear.

They didn't get further than the coast.

Is the war over, Mommy?

- No, darling.

This is just the first day.

- Oh, good.

Oh, come on.

Attention, England.

This is your English friend

in Germany again.

Now, listen carefully

while there's yet time.

Time to avoid

further useless bloodshed.

It's now eight months

since your government declared war...

......eight months

of progressive disaster...

...for the enemies of the German Reich.

France has been

utterly defeated as I told...

...you she would be, if you remember...

......and her invincible armies

completely crushed.

I need hardly tell you

that England comes next on the list.

Already the boasted British coolness

has given place to blind panic.

Already there have been serious riots

in your key industries...

......and they didn't tell you that,

did they?

Already the British lion

is howling with terror.

Turn it off, George.

- Had enough?

He's all wind and whitewash,

like a blinking rook.

Can't we get some news?

- Not till 9.

You work at the airfield.

You see that German plane come down?

I heard it.

I wonder where the pilot is.

With all that cover in them woods,

he could lay there for days.

But he's got to get food,

don't forget.

Be funny if he walked in here,

wouldn't it?

He'd never do that.

- I don't know so much.

They're clever.

Some goes to Oxford

and learns to speak English...

...just as good as what you and me do.

Well, almost.

Did you get that Fritz?

- Not yet. We will.

A drop of whiskey. What are you having?

- I'll have a beer, sir.

Pretty smart, these Jerries.

This chap was an ace too.

- Got six of our fellows.

Cheerio.

Vin.

- Hello, Dad.

Where did you spring from?

- Belham Airfield.

You're practically on the doorstep.

- Isn't it grand?

I was buzzing home when I saw you.

- This is good news.

You don't know the half of it.

See that? Pilot Officer Miniver.

So soon? I thought--

- Things are moving pretty fast.

They cut short the course.

I got 85% on the test

and a week's leave on the strength of it.

Great stuff. Congratulations.

That calls for a drink.

What'll you have?

- I don't think I will.

I phoned Mother I was coming.

I called Carol too.

I'll bet you did.

- I'll run up there later on.

How much do I owe you, George?

- Five and sixpence.

There you are. Keep the change.

- Thank you very much.

Bye, George.

Where is everybody? Kay.

Well, what is this?

- Vin.

Mother. Carol.

Oh, Vin. Vin, darling.

Carol, both of you,

it's wonderful.

I didn't want to miss a minute.

How are you?

Fine. Don't I look it?

- He's brown.

Open-air life, Mother.

It's good to see you all again.

I sort of don't know which way to turn.

Seen these?

- Makes a good-looking pilot, doesn't he?

Vin, already?

- Yes, two months before my regular time.

And what a bit of luck

being transferred to an airfield so near.

A fellow I knew

had his people living round about.

When he flew over, he'd cut his engine

so they'd know who it was. Like this:

Well, I suppose now you're ready

for real flying.

Not only for real flying but real....

Well, whatever they send me into.

- Fighting.

Where are the kids?

- Upstairs.

You wouldn't let them have dinner with us?

- I might.

I'll run up and tell them.

- No. I'm going.

Clem, coming?

- Yeah. I've got to change.

Hello.

- Hello.

Have you heard we're losing Gladys, Vin?

- Is Horace on leave?

Oh, no, sir.

Gladys joined the WAAFs.

She's off to Aldershot.

What's a WAAF?

- Women's Auxiliary Air Force.

It's just a coincidence that Horace

is stationed at Aldershot too.

Oh, sir. You are a marvel.

Mother?

- Yes, darling.

Is Vin going to marry Carol?

Now, Toby, just finish

your dumpling, darling.

I only said, 'ls Vin going to marry Carol?'

Isn't it nice having Vin at home

and staying down here for dinner?

Yes. Are you going to marry Carol, Vin?

Well, since you bring it up, Toby,

I haven't had the nerve to ask her.

Why not? You're brave, aren't you?

Don't be so silly, Toby.

Gentlemen don't propose

when they're eating.

Why not?

- Well, it's not romantic.

Of course it isn't.

Toby.

- What?

Why don't you ask me

if I'm going to marry Vin?

Are you?

If he asks me.

- He's afraid.

Why, say, I'm not going to stand for that.

Carol, I meant to wait for Judy's

romantic moments and all that...

...but will you marry me, Carol?

Soon?

Oh, egads.

This is the darnedest proposal I've--

Is it yes, Carol?

It's yes, Vin.

Oh, my dear, I'm so happy.

May I...?

- Go ahead, Dad.

It's the telephone, ma'am. He wants

to speak to Pilot Officer Vincent Miniver.

Hello. Yes. Yes, speaking.

Why, of course, sir.

Oh, I see.

About half an hour.

Yes, sir.

Immediately, sir.

Goodbye.

That was the airfield.

I have to report.

It's a blow, isn't it?

- Oh, but why?

Some job or other.

You don't ask why in the Air Force.

I'm sorry, Mother.

- I can't believe it, Vin.

They promised you a week.

- You know how things are.

Good job I hadn't unpacked.

I'll go get my bag.

I promised to be at the airport

in half an hour.

I'll get the car and drive you over, Vin.

Well, it's a disappointment.

No use pretending it isn't.

But now that we've got him so near--

Does that mean that he's going into action?

Not necessarily, Carol.

Well, I better get the car.

It certainly hasn't been much of a leave.

Goodbye, Mother.

- Goodbye, darling.

Do take care of yourself.

- Oh, I will.

Goodbye, you.

Be good.

Remember, you're engaged.

Better not tell the old lady.

Not until I get back.

Then we'll go hand in hand and beard

the old lion in her own rose garden.

Goodbye, Judy.

Get me some souvenirs.

- What do you want?

Messerschmitt.

Goodbye, Toby.

- Bye, Vin.

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