darling.
They'll be here any moment now.
- You won't tell Vin?
- Of course not, darling.
Darling.
You're going to be all right, Carol.
I know you are.
Don't be frightened, sweet.
I'm going to be all right.
I don't feel any pain.
What is it? Can I get you something?
Glass of water.
Of course, darling.
I'll be right back.
Carol.
Carol.
Carol!
Oh, God.
God.
God.
Vin, dear.
It's all right, Mother. I know.
Where is she?
Vin, dear, won't you try
and get a little rest?
Where is she?
In your room.
I will read to you from Psalm 91.
I will say of the Lord,
"He is my refuge and my fortress.
My God, in him will I trust."
Surely, he shall deliver thee
from the snare of the fowler...
...and from the noisome pestilence.
Thou shalt not be afraid
for the terror by night.
Nor for the arrow
that flieth by day.
Nor for the pestilence
that walketh in darkness.
Nor for the destruction
that wasteth at noonday.
He shall cover thee
with his feathers...
...and under his wings
shalt thou trust.
His truth shall be
thy shield and buckler.
We in this quiet corner of England...
...have suffered the loss
of friends very dear to us.
Some close to this church.
George West, choirboy.
James Ballard,
stationmaster and bell-ringer...
...and the proud winner,
only an hour before his death...
...of the Beldon Cup
for his beautiful Miniver rose.
And our hearts go out in sympathy...
...for the two families who share
the cruel loss of a young girl...
...who was married at this altar
only two weeks ago.
The homes of many of us
have been destroyed...
...and the lives of young
and old have been taken.
There's scarcely a household
that hasn't been struck to the heart.
And why?
Surely you must have asked
yourselves this question.
Why, in all conscience...
...should these be the ones to suffer?
Children, old people...
...a young girl at the height
of her loveliness.
Why these?
Are these our soldiers?
Are these our fighters?
Why should they be sacrificed?
I shall tell you why.
Because this is not only a war
of soldiers in uniform...
...it is a war of the people.
Of all the people.
And it must be fought
not only on the battlefield...
...but in the cities
and in the villages.
In the factories and on the farms.
In the home and in the heart...
...of every man, woman and child
who loves freedom.
Well, we have buried our dead...
...but we shall not forget them.
Instead, they will inspire us
with an unbreakable determination...
...to free ourselves
and those who come after us...
...from the tyranny and terror
that threaten to strike us down.
This is the people's war.
It is our war.
We are the fighters.
Fight it, then.
Fight it with all that is in us.
And may God defend the right.
[ENGLISH]East Hill bus.
- All right, lady, on or off, please.
- Oh, yes.
- That's all. Next bus!
- Fares, please.
- Beverly Crescent?
- Who?
- Beverly Crescent.
- Get off next stop, take number 19.
- Fares, please.
- I'm sorry, conductor.
- Would you mind stopping?
- Leaving us already?
It's in the opposite direction.
That's about the only place
we don't go, lady. Fares, please.
- Why, Mrs. Miniver.
- You know, I...
Don't tell me it's gone.
Just a minute.
Oh, I was so afraid you'd sold it.
No. We knew you'd come back.
I know it's foolish and extravagant...
...but I've simply got to have it.
Yes, pack it up quickly,
don't give me time to think.
Oh, careful, careful.
Why, vicar. This is nice.
- For me. Let me put those on the rack.
- Thank you.
Oh, no, not this one. I might leave
it behind, and it's rather precious.
Yes, I know the feeling.
Guess what this is.
- Port.
- Worse than that.
- Cigars.
- Well, why not? My husband does.
- He can afford it.
- I'm not so sure.
- He has a very extravagant wife.
- Nonsense.
It's quite true. I can't help it.
I'm afraid I do like nice things.
Things far beyond my means sometimes.
Oh, pretty clothes...
...and good schools for