wife.
Well, you've found her now.
I wonder how Fred's getting along.
Fred's able to take care of himself.
I'm not so sure. It isn't easy for air force
glamour boys when they get grounded.
When you've been in the infantry, any
change is bound to be an improvement.
Stop fussing around
and sit down and talk to me.
All right, Sergeant.
Gosh, you've got tough.
- Is this all the cream?
- That's all.
Fine situation when a man can't
get enough to eat in his own home.
- Look at my pants.
- What about them?
Too big! Gives you an idea
of what the war did to my waistline.
- You holding your stomach in?
- No, it's disappeared.
I'll have to take
all my old clothes to be altered.
I wouldn't be in too much of a hurry.
A couple of weeks of heavy eating
and those pants will fit perfectly.
Don't answer it.
Hello?
Oh, yes. He's here.
For me?
If it's the War Department, I'm out.
- It's Mr Milton.
- Who?
- Mr Milton at the bank.
- Oh.
He'll be right on.
Hello?
Oh, yes, Mr Milton.
Yeah, it sounds good to hear yours.
Yes.
Yes, indeed, Mr Milton. Yeah...
Well, not too bad, no.
Yes. Why, of course.
It's very kind of you to say that.
Mm-hm.
Mm-hm.
Yes.
Well, I'll... I'll certainly drop in.
Oh, she's fine, thank you.
Yes, they're fine too.
Well...
I...
That's...
Thank you, Mr Milton.
Yes, good...
Good...
Good... goodbye.
Mr Milton.
He calls every day to see if you're home.
I guess they want you back at the bank.
- He wants me to drop in and talk about it.
- You're not going to work right away?
You ought to rest awhile, take a vacation.
I've got to make money.
Last year it was kill Japs,
and this year it's make money.
- We're all right for the time being.
- Mm.
Why do they have to bother me
the first day I get home?
Why not give me time to get used to
my family? Come over here and sit down.
- Chair's liable to break.
- We can't be worrying about chairs.
Not when they want me back
in a nice fat job in a nice fat bank!
- You don't seem very happy about it.
- I'm not.
- Why not, darling?
- I keep thinking about the other guys.
All the ones who haven't got you.
- You're crazy.
- No, too sane for my own good.
- Yes, sir?
- Wasn't this Bullard's Drugstore?
Yes, but it was taken over
by the Midway chain.
- Oh.
- But old Mr Bullard's still here.
- He's right over there by the phone.
- Thanks.
Yes, sir?
- Oh, Fred!
- Hello, Mr Bullard.
- It's good to see you again.
- It's good to see you.
- Say, what happened here?
- Well, I sold out.
Midway had been after
this location for a long time.
- Didn't he used to work here?
- Yes, he did.
I'll bet he's back looking for a job.
And he'll get it, too,
with all those ribbons on his chest.
Well, nobody's job is safe
with all these servicemen crowding in.
- Meet our new manager, Mr Thorpe.
- Oh, no, I don't think so.
I just dropped in to say hello to you.
I don't want that old job back.
Yes, I know.
But Midway's a big, big outfit.
You never can tell. Come along.
- Thank you, Mr Bullard.
- I'll see you later.
- I see you had a splendid war record.
- Just average, Mr Thorpe.
Since this business changed hands, we're
not obliged to give you your old job back.
I wasn't thinking of my old job.
I'm looking for a better one.
What are your qualifications?
Your experience?
Two years behind a soda fountain,
three years behind a Norden bombsight.
Yeah. While in the army, did you have
any experience in procurement?
- No.
- Purchasing of supplies, materials?
No, I just dropped bombs.
- Did you do any personnel work?
- No.
But as an officer you surely
had to act in an executive capacity,
you had to command men,
be responsible for the morale?
I was only responsible for
getting the bombs on the target.
- I didn't command anybody.
- I'm sure that required great skill.
But, unfortunately, we've no
opportunities for that with Midway Drugs.
Yeah.
We may be able to provide an opening as
assistant to Mr