just you.
- Yes, indeed.
Strictly speaking,
you're liable to a fine...
...but as senior warden,
you'll hear no more about it.
That's awfully nice.
You got a nice place here for storage.
Hear the Minister of Food
the other day...
...recommended stocking up a bit?
You want to put in some tin foods
in case of emergency.
Sugar, now, sure to go out.
I've got some wonderful demerara.
Will 50 pounds be enough?
- Well, really, l...
- Make it 20 pounds, best demerara.
- Bismarck herring?
- I hate them.
Kipper snacks? Salmon? Sardines?
I've got lovely Italian sardines.
Might not be able to get them later.
You never know what Mussolini will do.
There you are. All clear.
They didn't get further than the coast.
- Is the war over, Mommy?
- No, darling.
- This is just the first day.
- Oh, good.
Oh, come on.
Attention, England.
This is your English friend
in Germany again.
Now, listen carefully
while there's yet time.
Time to avoid
further useless bloodshed.
It's now eight months
since your government declared war...
... eight months of progressive disaster
for the enemies of the German Reich.
France has been utterly defeated as I told
you she would be, if you remember...
... and her invincible armies
completely crushed.
I need hardly tell you
that England comes next on the list.
Already the boasted British coolness
has given place to blind panic.
Already there have been serious riots
in your key industries...
... and they didn't tell you that,
did they?
Already the British lion
is howling with terror.
- Turn it off, George.
- Had enough?
He's all wind and whitewash,
like a blinking rook.
- Can't we get some news?
- Not till 9.
You work at the airfield.
You see that German plane come down?
I heard it.
I wonder where the pilot is.
With all that cover in them woods,
he could lay there for days.
But he's got to get food,
don't forget.
Be funny if he walked in here,
wouldn't it?
- He'd never do that.
- I don't know so much.
They're clever.
Some goes to Oxford
and learns to speak English...
...just as good as what you and me do.
Well, almost.
- Did you get that Fritz?
- Not yet. We will.
- A drop of whiskey. What are you having?
- I'll have a beer, sir.
Pretty smart, these Jerries.
- This chap was an ace too.
- Got six of our fellows.
Cheerio!
- Vin!
- Hello, Dad.
- Where did you spring from?
- Belham Airfield.
- You're practically on the doorstep.
- Isn't it grand?
- I was buzzing home when I saw you.
- This is good news.
You don't know the half of it.
See that? Pilot Officer Miniver.
- So soon? I thought...
- Things are moving pretty fast.
They cut short the course.
I got 85% on the test
and a week's leave on the strength of it.
Great stuff. Congratulations.
That calls for a drink.
- What'll you have?
- I don't think I will.
I phoned Mother I was coming.
I called Carol too.
- I'll bet you did.
- I'll run up there later on.
- How much do I owe you, George?
- Five and sixpence.
- There you are. Keep the change.
- Thank you very much.
Bye, George.
Where is everybody? Kay!
- Well, what is this?
- Vin!
Mother. Carol.
Oh, Vin. Vin, darling.
Carol, both of you,
it's wonderful.
I didn't want to miss a minute.
How are you?
- Fine. Don't I look it?
- He's brown.
Open-air life, Mother.
It's good to see you all again.
I sort of don't know
which way to turn!
- Seen these?
- Makes a good-looking pilot, doesn't he?
- Vin, already?
- Yes, two months before my regular time.
And what a bit of luck
being transferred to an airfield so near.
A fellow I knew
had his people living round about.
When he flew over, he'd cut his engine
so they'd know who it was. Like this:
Well, I suppose now you're ready
for real flying.
Not only for real flying
but real...
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