do?
Reverse the judges' decision?
I wouldn't put it past you.
- Lf you happened to disagree with it.
- But I don't!
Will your ladyship make the awards now?
Certainly.
This rose award,
it's your unprejudiced decision?
Why, certainly, milady.
Of course, milady.
Won't you sit down?
Sit down.
My friends of Belham,
it is once again my pleasure...
...to present the annual awards for
the best flowers grown in our community.
The first prize chrysanthemums.
First prize, Miss Alice Lovedean.
Second prize, Miss Sarah Pillbury.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you, milady.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
I come to the final award.
The Challenge Cup,
given for the best rose...
The best rose grown in the village
during the past year.
The first prize, the Silver Cup, goes to...
Goes to Mr. James Ballard,
our popular stationmaster.
The second prize,
the Certificate of Merit...
...goes to me.
All right. All right.
All right. All right.
This is the first time a rose
other than the Beldon rose...
...has won the cup
since the show's began.
I won't say I'm not disappointed.
We Beldons are not used to competitors.
In the old days,
we just lopped off their heads.
Can't do that nowadays,
more's the pity.
But if I had to lose...
...there's no man I'd sooner lose to
than James Ballard...
...because he's a man of spirit,
and I like a man of spirit.
Where are you? Ballard!
Where's that man?
Here he is, milady! Here he is!
Oh, Mr. Ballard, I'm so happy for you.
It's your rose, ma'am.
- Excuse me, milady.
- Not now, Foley.
- Well, take it.
- Thank you, milady.
- Congratulations.
- Pardon the liberty.
Milady, enemy planes over the coast,
hundreds of them.
Like as not,
they'll go after the airfield again.
Order. Order.
Silence!
I'm sorry to disturb
the harmony of this occasion...
...but our enemies are no respecters
of flower shows.
Foley here says there's a chance
of air raiders passing this way.
In the circumstances, it might be better
if you would return to your homes.
Those who prefer are welcome
to the use of my cellars.
It'll be lively.
My young visitors will see to that.
And you won't starve.
Foley's seen to that.
I believe we have 300 tins
of Italian sardines.
- Granny, you'll be all right?
- Of course.
- You're not leaving me alone.
- You were wonderful. They loved you.
- Vin needs to get back to the airfield.
- Yes, of course.
- Give them a blast for me, will you?
- I shall certainly try.
Wait. I still like to be kissed, you know.
Of course.
- I say, you were wonderful.
- Yes, I was wonderful.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Goodbye, Carol.
Jerries over London in hundreds.
I'll have to run. Goodbye, darling.
Goodbye, Mother.
Vin.
He'll be all right, Carol.
We must get on, Carol.
I'm anxious to get back to the children.
Do you think the Foley girl
will take the children into the shelter?
Of course. Don't worry, Kay.
They seem to be fighting
right over our heads.
I want so much to get home.
I hate to stop,
but I suppose I'd better.
It could be Vin. It could!
No, Carol, no. It's not possible.
There hasn't been time.
Oh, no.
How horrible.
Those were bullets.
And I was sure they hit the car.
I really was frightened.
Of all the...
Oh, Carol.
The village.
Oh, we must get back there.
They need help.
Carol. Carol, what is it?
Carol.
Carol, are you hurt?
Oh, darling.
Carol.
God, I think I've been hit.
Oh, no, darling.
- Where?
- I don't know. It doesn't hurt.
I just can't move.
Don't be frightened, we're nearly home.
I'll get you in and get help. Now, lie still.
Yes, Kay.
Emergency.
Emergency?
Ambulance, at once.
All out?
But this is terribly urgent.
So is this, an air raid casualty
that's terribly...
Well, the moment you get one in,
the first possible moment...
...send it to Starlings.
No, Starlings.
Yes, the last house in Norton Lane.
Yes, and hurry, please. Hurry.
They're coming as soon as they can.
I'll get a coat,