Their Finest Page #9

Blimey.

There's so many of us.

They'll never get us all out.

Hitler? Hitler?

Who the bleedin' hell

does he think he is?

Who the bleeding heck

do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Johnnie!

That's it. There you go.

Thank you, Grandad.

You deserve a medal, mate.

Johnnie.

- Johnnie. Johnnie.

- Careful.

The kid's pretty messed up.

He kept talking

about some broad called Nancy.

I guess that must be you.

I'm Rose. This is the Nancy.

Rose.

The propeller's snarled.

If I... If I can just cut it free...

Just pretend you're Errol Flynn.

He can do anything.

I've cut it free.

She's moving.

Come on, you beauty.

She'll do it.

I haven't had the chance to thank you,

Mr. Brannigan, for bringing Johnnie back.

There's no mister, and back home,

they call me Gene.

- Thank you, Gene.

- Thank you, Gene.

Tell me one thing.

In another time, another place,

could it have been me?

Perhaps, but you're talking

about a world without Johnnie.

And that's not a world

I'd care to live in.

Have you ever looked at something

and known you want it,

want it more than anything

you've ever wanted in your life before,

and known that it can never be yours?

I have, and I tell you,

it'll either finish you

or put a fire in your belly

that'll keep burning

to the end of your days.

I wasn't there at the beginning

of the story,

but you can bet your bottom dollar

I'm not leaving before the end.

Because I know now that it has to be

the right sort of ending.

The sort of ending

that's worth fighting for.

Miss.

Oh.

Wanna stay and watch it again?

You'll find more in to make you laugh

second time round.

I've seen it five times.

It's our picture, isn't it?

They're our girls.

Thanks, but I'd better get back to work.

What's work?

Air-raid wardens.

- They want an outline.

- We haven't got a story yet.

And they're asking about characters,

apart from Hilliard as a cat burglar.

Three girls,

three different walks of life.

I need specifics.

A nun, a showgirl,

a lady wrestler.

Seriously, you push us now,

and that's what you'll get.

Men?

Well, who else are the girls

gonna fall in love with?

- Each other?

- We've got titles.

Raiders Overhead. Fires Overhead.

Fire in the Sky.

They are looking

for the female angle again.

A Tin Hat for Tallulah.

- Girls Like Them?

- Girls Like You.

Girls Like Us?

- You need an ending.

- We're working on it.

Make it a happy one.

It Will be.

I'm not afraid of the dark

- Are you?

- Are you?

- Are you?

- Are you?

Gee, but it's nice in the dark

- With the moon

- The moon

And you

And you

When we go strolling

in the park at night

Oh, the darkness is a boon

Who cares

if we're without a light

They can't black out the moon

I see you smiling

in the cigarette glow

Though the picture

fades too soon

But I see

all I want to know

They can't black out

the moon

We don't grumble

We don't worry about alarms

But when you stumble

You stumble right

into my arms

And when you kiss me

don't you realize

That my heart's like a big balloon

And, like a love light in your eyes

They can't black out the moon.

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