Well, she's done
you proud, Horace.
Not half, she ain't.
Full dress inspection kit.
- And very nice too, Gladys.
- Thank you, ma'am.
- Say goodbye to Napoleon.
- Goodbye, all. And cat.
- And many thanks, I'm sure.
- Goodbye, Horace.
Bye, Horace.
Mind if I get on with the blackout?
All right, dear.
Thought I'd run up to
the Beldon place later on.
Two women alone, you know,
might be a good idea to look things over.
Yes, I think you should, dear.
- One ought to be neighborly.
- Oh, yes, indeed one should.
- May I go with him, Mother?
- Lf he'll have you.
No!
Isn't he very young,
even for the air force?
Yes, he's young.
- May I see Miss Carol?
- Is she expecting you, sir?
No, but I think she would see me.
- Vin!
- Hello, Carol.
It's all right, Chandler.
It's nice of you to come.
Well, I wanted to find out
if everything's all right.
Do come in.
Everything's fine.
After a terrific row
with Mr. Foley...
...my grandmother's agreed
to obey the blackout regulations.
- I was worried about you.
- That's sweet of you, Vin.
It was sweet to write me letters
while I was in Scotland.
- So you did get them.
- Yes, of course.
I wondered if you did
when you didn't answer.
Vin, I didn't know how to answer.
You're such a crazy boy...
...and I didn't think
the craze would last.
- Craze?
- Well, it is rather sudden, isn't it?
This is only the third time we've met.
Does that matter?
No, but I'd like to be sure.
I don't really know you
very well, do I?
We could do something about that.
We could see a lot of each other.
Every day while I'm around.
- Would that be all right?
- Why, yes.
Why not?
- Gosh, I'm glad to see you again.
- I'm glad too, Vin.
I say, is it an awful nerve?
Well, I mean, we have
a sort of agreement, haven't we?
- Would it be going too far?
- It's all right, Vin.
I heard voices.
May I ask whom you're entertaining?
This is Vincent Miniver.
My grandmother.
- How do you do, Lady Beldon?
- Miniver?
Miniver. I know that name.
A rose with that name
has been entered in the show.
The Miniver rose.
That's something new.
The Marshall Neil,
the flower called Drushke...
...the Duchess of Argyle
and now the Mrs. Miniver.
Please, Granny.
A tramp rose grown
in a station yard.
It's nothing to do with Vin.
Then what's he doing here,
if one may ask?
- I came to offer my services.
- I see.
You're in league with
wretched Foley.
- Oh, no, Lady Beldon.
- Oh, Granny.
Never heard such rot.
We can take care of ourselves.
We have for the last 800 years.
- But...
- We don't take orders, we give them.
Worst thing about this war is the chance
it gives little persons to become important.
Air raids, indeed.
Those wretched Germans.
They wouldn't dare...
- What should we do?
- Do? Nothing.
- It's Foley giving a false alarm.
- You can't take that attitude.
I beg your pardon, young man!
You must take precautions.
Ring for the butler and gather
the servants in the cellar.
Then go down there yourself.
- I must call my parents. The telephone?
- In the hall.
Upon my word!
- Sirens, milady.
- I'm not deaf.
- Get all the servants quickly to the cellar.
- You too, Granny. He said so.
The cellar!
Hello? That you, Dad?
All right with you?
Yes, everything under control.
Right. I'll expect you
when I see you, then.
- Who is it?
- Air raid warden.
Hello, Foley. What's up?
- You're showing a light.
- We are?
Bright horizontal beam
plainly visible from the air.
- Every window in the house is...
- Ground level.
Oh, gosh. This way, Foley.
Thank you.
- Good evening, Mrs. Miniver.
- Good evening, Mr. Foley.
Yes.
- How about this blanket, Mr. Foley?
- I think I can use it, all right.
There. That fixes that.
It's those tiny cracks
that do the damage.
One man lighting a cigarette...
...stands out like a beacon
from 5000 feet up.
One little crack of light might lead
the whole German air force straight here.
- Well, it was lucky it was