Went the Day Well? Page #5

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Amen.

Excuse me, sir, don't you know

there's a service on?

Get back to your places.

Major Hammond, what is the meaning

of this monstrous interruption?

Get back to your places.

Reiber! Hoffman!

Muller!

Over there. Over there!

Major Hammond!

I am Kommandant Ortler

of the Fifth Parachute Regiment.

- Parachute?

- We are Germans, my men and I.

But, surely...

Jung, bring in the others.

They stopped me before I could telephone.

We have work to do here and we intend

to do it without interference.

Obey my orders and you will not be harmed.

Any person who attempts to escape

or communicate with the outside world

will be shot.

Is that clear?

You ask me to bow down

before the forces of evil,

- here in this House of God?

- I ask nothing.

I give you my orders.

I am a minister of the Christian faith.

I'll take no orders from those who are

the enemies and oppressors of mankind.

Darling, don't worry, it's all right,

don't be frightened.

Quiet, you fools!

Get back to your places, do you hear?

Listen.

What's up, Ted?

Bramley Church bell. Didn't you hear it?

- Get away with you.

- Oh, the Corporal is hearing things.

Oh, pack it up, fellows.

It rang twice. See if it goes again.

Here, get down, you two.

Ted thought he could hear

the church bell ring, sir, over at Bramley.

No, he couldn't have. That's the signal

enemy parachutists have landed.

I know that, sir.

We're only doing an exercise,

not a full dress rehearsal.

Here, take cover properly.

I could've sworn I heard it.

Any further attempt will be as futile.

Any further offender will forfeit

more than his own life,

every member of his family will be shot.

I give you three minutes

to come to your senses.

You will choose a spokesman

and receive my instructions through him.

Now, you boys, go back to your places

and put the candles out.

Yes, sir.

- Don't, don't.

- Wait a minute, son.

- If only I could get to my switchboard.

- Come with me. I must go to Nora.

The Home Guard,

what'll happen when they come back?

You can't fight Tommy guns

with bare fists.

We're not going to stick here

and let them walk over us.

- Better dead.

- That's right, Joe.

There's more of us than there are of them,

some of us might get through.

Well, we've got to decide something.

I'm game to try anything.

- Me, too.

- Same here.

- I'd like to lay me hands on them.

- The bell.

- Let me ring it.

- No, no, no. It would be mad.

- We're helpless.

- It's all my fault.

I should have listened to them last night.

I feel so stupid, so useless.

We've only got a minute.

Now, listen, everybody, it's no good making

martyrs of ourselves, that won't help us at all.

What's the alternative,

to wait for a miracle to happen?

No, not a miracle, a chance.

A sporting chance.

That's right. Do exactly what he tells us.

- Make him think we've knuckled under.

- I see.

I might get through to Upton.

No, no, it's no good doing things

on our own, individually.

They'd be bound to fail and just

put these brutes on their guard.

- We've got to plan the thing properly.

- Mr Wilsford's right, Jim.

- Yes, maybe he is.

- If only I could work something out.

- Some sort of scheme.

- MAN:
He's coming back.

- Who's going to speak for us?

- Mr Wilsford.

- I second that.

- Yes, yes...

Well, somebody must, I suppose.

- Well?

- We agree to obey your orders

provided you keep to your side of

the bargain, no harm to anyone.

Very good. I shall give

you your instructions.

Outside.

You will be held responsible

for order here.

Convenient, that gesture of the vicar's.

Gave them an object lesson.

- At any rate, I think I've convinced them that...

- I want some details.

This list of yours.

A man named Purvis is missing.

Oh, yes, Bill Purvis.

He'll be out poaching.

He might easily be away all day and night.

And the Home Guard?

Oh, there are four of

them, armed with rifles.

They'll be back some time this afternoon.

Now, Sunday. No trades people, I presume?

There's the postman.

He makes a collection at Mrs Collins

at five o'clock.

Then there's the boy with the Sunday papers

from Upton. He goes to nearly everyone.

Very well.

Conditions in the village

must appear normal.

Cyclists and hikers will be diverted.

People will return to their home

until 8:
00 p.m.

Well, if they do, I can't

guarantee they won't...

You will not be required to.

My men will attend to that.

Then the children,

they might blurt out anything.

Yes, that's a point.

Make Mrs Fraser responsible for them.

One of the maids can help.

Send them all up to the manor.

The Vicar's daughter must go, too.

She might become hysterical.

What time does this newspaper boy arrive?

Between one and two.

- What'll mum say?

- You go with him.

And stop your crying.

Repeat your instructions.

If any calls come from outside,

I'm to say

the number's engaged

or the line's out of order.

- Afternoon, Mrs Collins.

- Afternoon, Johnnie.

What's the matter with your Daisy today?

Looks very sorry for herself.

Been in the wars, has she'?

Ask no questions, you'll be told no lies.

Oh, thank you, Mrs Collins.

You stay where you are!

Oh, afternoon. Where's all the others?

Busy kissing the bride?

SOLDIER:
That's about it, I'll take this.

- Do I pay for it now?

- That's right. COD. like.

There's a shilling. Keep the change.

Thanks, give them all my best.

There's no point in

letting ourselves starve.

There's just a chance, anyway.

Well, it's better than not trying anything.

Go on, Marlene, do your stuff.

The sweet's just coming.

More cider?

I'm glad you like it.

It's last year's brew.

It was a good year for apples, last year.

By the way,

when the boy comes with the papers,

we always send a few eggs to his mother.

She's an invalid.

You'd like us to do the same as usual,

wouldn't you?

Do you want to look inside the box?

Yes.

Plum tart. My speciality.

That'll be young Johnnie.

Sugar'? We've got plenty.

- Good afternoon, Johnnie.

- Afternoon, didn't expect to see you here.

Thought you'd be over at the wedding party.

Well, I had to give our billet his dinner.

There's the tuppence for the paper

and here's some more eggs for your mother.

They're a bit on the small side again.

- But Mum didn't...

- Oh, I know she didn't mind about that,

but they are nice eggs, all the same,

though I say they shouldn't...

Would you like tea or coffee?

Coffee.

Still, if the hens can't,

they can't, can they?

And if they help to make your mother better,

that's all that matters, isn't it'?

Now, don't drop them on your way home,

will you'? There's a good boy. Bye-bye.

You know when that rick

caught fire in Upton,

we could see the smoke

from the top of the hill.

Well, if I could sneak down to the farm

and start a bonfire,

the Upton A.F.S. would be sure

to come along to see what was up.

No, George, you don't get yourself shot

while you're in my charge.

What're we supposed to do then?

Sit and twiddle our thumbs

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