When the Wind Blows Page #5
- Year:
- 1986
- 84 min
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the period of national emergency.
Good job we've got that
little picnic stove, eh, dear?
Are there any aspirins?
Mind it doesn't pop,
James. I can't...
bear it when it pops.
Mm!
Nothing like a cup of tea, hm?
Crumbs! I must be dreaming.
The news! We're just in time.
No. Nothing. There's nothing.
All dead.
- What about the telly?
- Yes, of course.
They may have filmed it all.
We may see our bomb on the news.
No. All dead.
- No picture?
- No.
- Not even just the voices?
- No! Nothing.
- All dead.
- All dead?
- We'll have to wait for the paper.
- There should be some good pictures.
These bombs are quite spectacular.
- He's late already.
- Yes, well, that's logical.
There's bound to be delays and shortages
during the period of national emergency.
I'll miss the serial on Woman's Hour.
It was just getting interesting.
Crumbs! I haven't
tried the transistor.
Or probably needs new batteries.
Yes, I must pop down to Willis's.
97p last time. Just fancy!
We ought to get one of these new hi-fis
when your endowment policy comes up.
Oh, yes. Or a stereo.
I've only got two years to go.
- I hope Ron and Beryl got back all right.
- Oh, yes, they'll be all right.
- Our Ron's a very careful driver.
- I didn't mean the driving so much, dear.
More the bomb.
I'll give them a ring.
Hello? Hello? Hello?
No, it's not even ringing.
Oh, I expect the lines are down.
They say there are red-hot
winds of 500 miles an hour.
the lines inoperable.
I'll drop him them a line...
tell them to give us a ring.
- Do you think the post will be going?
- Oh, yes, bound to be.
The powers that be will endeavour
to maintain communications.
Remember the Blitz?
The post went on just the same.
It's government policy. It keeps
up the morale of the population.
I hope Ron is insured.
You did pay ours, didn't you, James?
Oh, yes, dear. The bomb won't cost
us a penny. We'll be well covered.
Mm. Lovely.
We can have some nice new
curtains for the summer.
Crumbs! I wonder if
it's all over already.
If it is all over,
I wish I knew who'd won.
We can't have lost the war, can we,
James? We won the other two.
No, of course not.
Remember old Churchill?
"We will never surrender."
Yes, but Churchill's not
prime minister now, dear.
No. Well... of course not.
I suppose it won't be the same without...
with old whatshisname, will it?
Who is it, anyway?
I must check the emergency supplies list.
We never had time to finish it.
It says here,
"...a notebook for messages."
Who are you going to
write messages to, dear?
Well, you never know. There's always
a need for vital messages in wartime.
Our lives might depend on a vital message
getting through to headquarters.
Oh, I see, dear.
And it says, "...a whistle
and gong for alarm."
Oh, what will you
do with that, dear?
Well, if I saw a Russky coming down the
lane, I'd bang the gong. If we had one.
- Wouldn't he shoot you, dear?
- What, just for banging a gong?
He'd be well within his rights to
shoot you if there's a war on.
Oh, crumbs! You really think so?
Just for banging a gong?
- I'm glad we haven't got a gong.
- We've got a whistle.
- Have we? Where is it?
- I'm not sure.
Hm. Never mind.
Let's leave it. Let's leave it.
Oh, I do feel tired.
Really exhausted and... all dizzy.
Nervous exhaustion due to
unaccustomed lifestyle.
That's what that is.
How's your headache, dear?
Just the same, thanks.
Aspirins didn't seem to do any good at all.
I think I've got a temperature.
I feel all hot and shivery.
You do look pale, dear.
- I should have an early night.
- I must clear up.
Suppose someone comes and sees the place
in this state? We might have visitors.
Yes. The Emergency Service
should arrive today.
I'm surprised they've
not come before.
I expect they've got a lot
Oh, yes. We're only
an outlying district.
They'll be heavily engaged
within the stricken area itself.
- Will it be like meals on wheels, dear?
There'll be mobile canteens
and soup kitchens,
teams of doctors and nurses,
helicopters flying in blankets
and medical supplies.
It'll all move slowly
into action, you bet.
They'll all be here
in next to no time.
The governmental authorities have been
aware of this eventuality for years.
So continency plans will have
been formulated long ago.
We won't have to worry about a thing.
The powers that be will
get to us in the end.
I hope they come soon, dear.
I'm not feeling very well.
I wonder if we'd have been
better off in the cellar.
Oh, no, dear. Too damp.
Think of my rheumatism.
- Would you like a bite to eat, dearest?
- No, thanks.
I'm right off food.
So am I.
I must go to the toilet.
And I don't want any arguments.
Blessed dust everywhere.
Oh, crumbs! I forgot!
We're supposed to stay in
the inner core or refuge!
Well, it's too late now.
We've been out for ages.
Oh, blimey! It was the whole point!
I wonder if there's
any radiation about.
Well, I can't see anything.
Hurry up, dear, and get back
in the inner core or refuge!
We'd better have an early night.
Well, if you can't see
it and can't feel it,
it can't be doing you
any harm, can it?
Better try and...
eat something today, dear.
I was sick three times in the night.
My headache's even worse.
Let's have a walk round
the garden, dear.
I've just read it's only 48 hours in
the inner core or refuge, not 14 days.
A bit of fresh air is all we need.
I'll get a nice lettuce.
Crumbs! Look at the door!
The paint's all gone.
Scorched down to the wood.
Never mind, dear.
You said you'd burn it off one day.
The leaves have all gone
off the apple tree, ducks.
Oh, yes! What a shame!
Still, it'll be lovely in the spring.
It is spring, dear.
Oh! Listen!
A dog!
Oh, poor thing!
I expect he's hungry.
The heat has affected
the hedge, love.
- The beans look a bit shrivelled.
- And I think the lettuce have evaporated.
Well, they do have a
high water content.
- Can you see any fallout falling out, James?
- No, the sun is trying to get through.
They didn't blow up the sun,
thank goodness.
Oh, no, dear.
Science is still in its infancy.
What does the fallout
look like, dear?
I don't know. The...
government directive
neglects to mention how the
I expect it's a bit like snow, ducks.
Only greyer.
The grass looks a funny colour.
Yes, I'll pop down to Mr Sponge's tomorrow
and get some bone meal and dried blood.
to the bomb, dear.
What, old Sponge? Miss a day's trade?
Not him! He'd rather die!
It's very cloudy. Almost foggy.
We need some sun to
bring the garden on.
- The milkman's not been yet. He's late.
- Oh, well, that's logical.
He's bound to be a bit
late after the bomb.
Perhaps he's been called
up to fight, or something.
Oh, yes. Well... maybe.
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