Went the Day Well? Page #4

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if you want to appear a fool in his eyes.

That was certainly a good one, Wilsford.

VICAR:
What do you think, Nora?

Mr Maxwell was up at Cambridge with John.

He stroked the Jesus boat

the year they bumped Emma.

Nora. The radio.

- Coffee, everyone?

- VICAR:
Thank you.

JUNG:
We drove through Cambridge

on our way here, sir.

- MRS FRASER:
Sugar, Vicar?

- If you please.

JUNG:
Honestly,

you'd hardly recognise the place.

Nothing but civil servants and the RAF.

- Thank you so much.

- Thanks.

- Would you mind stirring it for me?

- Certainly.

(THERE'LL ALWAYS BE AN ENGLAND)

Come on, Ted.

Hey, take a squint at Dad.

Done up like a dog's dinner.

Well, cheerio, Dad.

They'll take him for the bridegroom,

not the best man.

- Ah, good morning, Mrs Owen.

- Oh. Good morning.

- Bob!

- Coming.

- They're here.

- Hello, boys.

- Goodbye, my dear.

- Bye-bye, Bob.

Be back about four.

Oh, Bob, wait a minute.

You're forgetting your sandwiches.

Oh, thank you.

What's your missus given you,

enough for the whole platoon?

Morning.

- Goodbye.

- BOB:
Good luck, Tom.

That's a fine way to spend

your wedding morning, isn't it?

The governor's upstairs dressing himself up

like a Christmas tree.

These blinkin' collars.

I've a mind to put on me uniform

and come with you chaps after all.

- I'll come up and help you fix it.

- Come on.

- All the best.

- Cheerio. Save us a bit of cake, Tom.

- Ah, there you are, miss.

- What is it, George? I'm busy.

His nibs says I've got to have

a clean surplice for the wedding.

His nibs. George.

Well, your old man then.

But you had a clean

surplice only last week.

I know, miss, but them birds' eggs

in my pocket, didn't half make a mess.

You'll have to wait

until I've done the bedrooms.

I'll be late, I will.

- Whose room is this then?

- Major Hammond's.

Cor, you got 'im?

Posh pyjamas.

- George. Don't meddle. What are you doing?

- Nothing, miss.

Leave that alone and don't meddle.

Hmm, funny sort of way to spell chocolate.

C-H-O-K-O-L-A-D-E.

And what does "Wien" mean?

Chokolade is the German for chocolate.

And Wien is the German for Vienna.

Perhaps he snitched it from a Jerry

what crashed.

Don't meddle, blimey!

- It's extraordinary, most extraordinary.

- I felt I had to tell you at once.

- Well, I'm very glad you did.

- You see, it's not only this chocolate.

There was the writing on the telegram

and all that Mrs Collins was saying.

It's more than evidence, Nora. It's proof.

I'll get on to Zone Headquarters at once.

Wait a minute, what a fool I am.

That D-46 that came in

from the sub-area the other day.

- Yes?

- Well, they're tightening up on security.

Staging a series of tests

all over the country.

- This must be one of them.

- Tests?

Yes, you remember that thing in the paper

about those two men

who wandered all round Gerrards Cross,

acting in a peculiar manner?

They turned out to be Security Police.

But surely they wouldn't send lorry loads of

Security Police to a tiny little village like this?

Oh, no, presumably Hammond's doing

a routine job

and simply has some of these security men

attached to him.

However, we can soon check up.

Do sit down, won't you?

I must say, I should hate to think that

we were sharing our dinner last night

with a couple of Nazis.

Hello? Hello?

I imagine he's doing

a sort of mass observation.

Taking a cross-section

of every type of the community

from the big cities downwards.

Hello? Hello?

Really, Mrs Collins gets worse every day.

Never mind, I'll try again later.

You did give me rather a shock, Nora.

Do you know, I could

almost cry with relief.

I may be wrong, of course, but my explanation

does sound rather more feasible, doesn't it?

It's close on eleven. You, uh...

You can't go to the wedding

without a flower, can you?

Oh, thank you.

Father'll wonder what on earth, and

there's George waiting for his surplice.

I'm afraid I've made an awful fool of

myself rushing to you in a panic like this.

Nonsense, Nora.

You've been a very good citizen.

Thank you, Oliver.

As for Mrs Fraser,

she ought to be ashamed of herself.

- Good morning, Miss Nora.

- Good morning, Mrs Carter.

I'll be across the church

as soon as I've done this call.

Goodbye.

Ring Post One.

Report cipher radio message

from White Cottage.

Warning for Plan B.

- Lieutenant Jung.

- A message for you, sir.

Yes? Yes. Right.

Herr Kommandant, message from Wilsford.

Warning for Plan B.

Plan B. Each man will

deal with his own billet.

If persuasion fails, use force.

All the villagers to be assembled

in the churchyard by 1200 hours.

- Right, sir.

- Plan B.

Plan B.

Plan B.

Come along with me.

Major Hammond's orders.

Go along with you? Where to?

- The church.

- We can't do that, son, we're chapel.

- Never goes inside church.

- State of national emergency.

Major Hammond's

addressing the whole village.

Addressing the whole village? What about?

Don't know. Orders. Come along.

But I tell you I can't.

I've just put the joint in,

besides, there's baby.

- Come on.

- How dare you!

I'll report you.

I said, hurry.

There, there, lovey, don't cry.

Mummy's all right.

We're going along with the soldier.

You two. Get in the back.

- What?

- Get in.

- You know how to drive?

- Yes.

Then get in.

Why the warning for Plan B?

What went wrong?

Well, you did, among other things.

Look at this.

Found in your haversack.

Well?

- Chokolade... Wien.

- Who found it?

Nora Ashton.

Naturally, in her distress, she turned

to me, which only goes to show...

- You stopped her reporting it?

- Well, obviously.

I'm supposed to be trying to contact

Zone Headquarters,

which reminds me, I'd better stage

a little attempt in support of that.

There's no need. We must get to the church.

All the same, your plan does rather depend

on my cooperation, doesn't it'?

- Might be advisable to...

- You take orders from me!

Oh, quite.

Always remembering, my dear fellow,

that I should keep up appearances

with the villagers.

Very well, hurry!

- Hello?

- Thank you.

Oh, by the way, your men will have covered

the exchange by this time, I take it?

- Of course.

- Hello!

Hello? Oh, Daisy. Look, this is urgent.

Get me Zone Headquarters, Blackford 228,

and make it priority.

Yes, sir.

Don't forget. Say there is a breakdown.

- It isn't true.

- Do as I say.

Sorry, Mr Wilsford,

there's been a breakdown.

And obey orders in future.

Now I'm at your disposal.

No, after you. Oh, prisoners

first, I suppose.

Portrait of an English gentleman,

yielding reluctantly to superior force. Oh!

Let us pray.

Oh, God, who art the author of peace

and lover of concord,

in knowledge of whom

standeth our eternal life,

whose service is perfect freedom,

defend us, thine humble servants

in all assaults of our enemies,

that we, surely trusting in Thy defence,

may not fear the power of any adversaries.

- Silence!

- Through the might

of Jesus Christ, our Lord.

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