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....
-Well, whatever they send me into.
-Fighting.
-Where are the kids?
-Upstairs.
-You wouldn't let them have dinner with us?
-I might.
-I'll run up and tell them.
-No. I'm going.
-Clem, coming?
-Yeah. I've got to change.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Have you heard we're losing Gladys, Vin?
-Is Horace on leave?
Oh, no, sir.
Gladys joined the WAAFs.
She's off to Aldershot.
-What's a WAAF?
-Women's Auxiliary Air Force.
It's just a coincidence that Horace
is stationed at Aldershot too.
Oh, sir! You are a marvel.
-Mother?
-Yes, darling.
Is Vin going to marry Carol?
Now, Toby, just finish
your dumpling, darling.
I only said, "ls Vin
going to marry Carol?"
Isn't it nice having Vin at home
and staying down here for dinner?
Yes. Are you going
to marry Carol, Vin?
Well, since you bring it up, Toby,
I haven't had the nerve to ask her.
Why not? You're brave, aren't you?
Don't be so silly, Toby.
Gentlemen don't propose
when they're eating.
-Why not?
-Well, it's not romantic.
Of course it isn't.
-Toby.
-What?
Why don't you ask me
if I'm going to marry Vin?
Are you?
-If he asks me.
-He's afraid.
Why, say, I'm not
going to stand for that.
Carol, I meant to wait for Judy's
romantic moments and all that...
...but will you marry me, Carol?
Soon?
Oh, egads.
This is the darnedest proposal I've--
Is it yes, Carol?
It's yes, Vin.
Oh, my dear, I'm so happy.
-May I...?
-Go ahead, Dad.
It's the telephone, ma'am. He wants
to speak to Pilot Officer Vincent Miniver.
Hello. Yes. Yes, speaking.
Why, of course, sir.
Oh, I see.
About half an hour.
Yes, sir.
Immediately, sir.
Goodbye.
That was the airfield.
I have to report.
-It's a blow, isn't it?
-Oh, but why?
Some job or other.
You don't ask why in the Air Force.
-I'm sorry, Mother.
-I can't believe it, Vin.
-They promised you a week.
-You know how things are.
Good job I hadn't unpacked.
I'll go get my bag.
I promised to be at the airport
in half an hour.
I'll get the car
and drive you over, Vin.
Well, it's a disappointment.
No use pretending it isn't.
But now that we've
got him so near--
Does that mean that
he's going into action?
Not necessarily, Carol.
Well, I better get the car.
It certainly hasn't been
much of a leave.
-Goodbye, Mother.
-Goodbye, darling.
-Do take care of yourself.
-Oh, I will.
Goodbye, you.
Be good.
Remember, you're engaged.
Better not tell the old lady.
Not until I get back.
Then we'll go hand in hand and beard
the old lion in her own rose garden.
Goodbye, Judy.
-Get me some souvenirs.
-What do you want?
Messerschmitt.
-Goodbye, Toby.
-Bye, Vin.
-Make me a dive bomber.
-All right.
-Bye.
-So long.
-Shoot down some Jerries and Fritzes.
-I will.
Goodbye, and don't worry about me.
85% on the test, you know.
What a beautiful night.
Clear as day.
-Happy about the engagement, Clem?
-Oh, very.
-Sweet child, young Carol.
-Isn't she?
Wonder how the old lady's
going to take it.
She'll be proud.
-You couldn't be prejudiced, could you?
-Certainly not.
-Vin's a very unusual boy.
-Yes.
Listen, Clem.
Engine trouble.
No, it's Vin.
Don't you remember
what he told us about signaling?
About the boy who used to signal
to his mother?
-That was Vin.
-By Job, I believe you're right.
Good old Vin.
Good luck, Vin.
-Hello?
-Clem!
Yes?
Who?
-Oh, emergency. I see.
-What is it, Clem?
-It's all right, dear.
-Is it Vin?
Oh, no. It's only the river patrol.
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