be on your way by now.
Things may not be
so easy for you after all.
Goodbye, Colonel.
Dear Mr. Browne.
- We thought they'd damaged you.
- No one can hurt Miss Price.
There they are, lads.
I sensed something was afoot.
All right. Drive them into the sea.
Fire in positions. Both sides.
All right, men. Hold your fire.
I think we've taught
the Hun a lesson.
He'll think twice
before coming back here again.
It's tragic. All your spells,
your equipment. All gone.
Still, I was able to perform
some small service first.
That mean you ain't gonna be
a witch no more?
- Never?
- No, Paul.
I realized some time ago
that I could never be a proper witch.
Was it that first magic moment
when you laid eyes on me?
No. It was the day
my poisoned dragon's liver arrived.
I knew that anyone who felt the way
I did about poisoned dragon's liver
had no business being a witch.
You're certain
you're doing the right thing?
I think so. The way things are it's
much too dangerous being a civilian.
Take care of yourself, gov.
I'll do that. And I'll be back
before you've grown an inch taller.
We'll be together again.
Sounds like you have
an escort to the station.
Well, here we go.
- Permission to move off, sir.
- Carry on, sergeant.
Parade, by the right, quick march.
Left, left, right...
Suppose that's it.
We ain't gonna have no fun no more.
Still got this, ain't I?
Call out the navy
Call out the ranks
Call out the air force
Call out the tanks
From the cliffs of Dover
Call up the gulls
And don't forget
The loyal territorials
But who's digging in here?
Who will defend
Every inch of England
No matter what they send?
Who's standing firm
In our own front yard?
The soldiers of the old Home Guard
That's who
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- You, there. Which way to Pepperinge Eye?
- Couldn't say, sir.
It said on the wireless to paint out
the signposts in case the Nazis drop in.
I'm not a Nazi.
I'm a British officer.
That's what you'd say
if you was a Nazi, isn't it, sir?
Drive on, Corporal.
- Sorry to give you so many,
but you do have six bedrooms.
- Oh, no trouble, my dear.
Anything to get the poor things away
from those terrible bombings in London.
Come along, love.
Dear, scoot.
Hey, what about us?
- Oh, yes. What is your name, please?
- Rawlins, ma'am.
Rawlins? Rawlins.
Oh, yes, here we are.
Carrie, Charles,
Paul.
You're for Miss Price.
I'm expectin' her in.
Halt! Who goes there?
I won't be a moment.
Please don't touch anything.
Blast it, fellow!
Put down that ridiculous thing!
Bit of rust comes from
standing in the cellar.
How should I know you is
a British officer?
- Now, what's all this?
- They've just seen Fifth Columns around here.
Claims he's lost,
asking suspicious questions.
Madam, will you tell this man
that I'm Captain Ainsley Greer,
attached to army headquarters
at Tidbury,
and I'm not to be menaced
by that grotesque object!
- Please be calm, Captain.
- I'm exceptionally calm,
if one considers,
as we stand dithering here,
our country is
in the grip of crisis.
There's an immediate
prospect of invasion, however remote,
but dash it, anyway, I choose
this godforsaken part of the country!
Captain, we may have been out of things
for the last few hundred years,
but we pride ourselves on
the history of this village.
May I remind the captain,
during the eighth and ninth centuries,
the marauding Danes frequently
came ashore in this precise area.
Fascinating. Now may I inquire,
who is in charge here?
I am postmistress and chairman
of the War Activities Committee.
Oh, you don't also command
the Home Guard, do you?
I do not. That is
General Sir Brian Tiegler,
late of His Majesty's
Royal Northumberland Fugleliers.
Call out the navy
Call out the ranks
Call out the air force