We'll Meet Again (1982): Season 1, Episode 10 - Old Enough to Fight - full transcript

[music playing]

[barking]

Are you going to sit
there all day, reading?

When I was your age,
I had been three

years working with your
grandfather in that very job.

Well, I have offered to help.

I have all the help I need
with your mother and Letty.

No, it's time you got
yourself a proper job, my lad.

Ever since you left
school, you've done nothing

but waste your time
with that precious band.

It's not a waste of time.



You'd do better to get
yourself apprenticed.

Learn a trade.

Oh, Dad.

I know you think
I'm old-fashioned.

You've got it easy,
your generation.

I was 19 when the First
World War started.

[bell jingling]

Yeah, where's Letty?

I don't know.

Upstairs, I think.

ALBERT: She's not gone out?

No, but you can't
blame her if she has.

You're on her
side, aren't you?

Just like your mother.



It's not a question
of sides, Dad.

That girl has brought
shame to this house.

They all know,
every one of them.

They come into the shop, looking
at me with their silly faces.

They know what they're seeing.

Young Mrs. Bilton, I heard
her telling your mother

how sorry she was for Letty.

Where is the harm in that?

Well, she can talk, living
openly with one of them.

Jack Blair says that's
not like people think.

Oh, yeah?

And what does he know about it?

He just says--

[jingling]

Oh, never mind, Dad.

Her husband not gone
back five minutes.

I don't know what this
blooming country is coming to.

Albert, can you come?

On getting quite a crowd.

I won't be sorry when you
are old enough to fight.

A bit of army discipline
do you the power of good.

And there will be no
Jack Blair to run to when

things get uncomfortable.

I may not go, Dad.

Oh, yes, we've heard
that sort of talk before.

You'll go, my lad.

You'll have no
choice in the matter.

She asked me to say
goodbye to you for her.

That's a bit sudden, isn't it?

Darling, she hasn't been
happy for the past few weeks.

I think she was feeling a
little buried down here.

She spoke of going to London
after a few days with Dad

and getting a job.

Are you going to be able to
manage the farm on your own?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I think so, now that
we've got Buyer back with us.

We'll still be
short-handed, of course.

It's my fault.

No, no, not at all.

When Jim Kiley brought her
back, did you speak to him?

No, no, not much,
it was pretty late.

Poor, old Pat, I think she
had a bit of a crush on him.

Yes.

Yes, well, he was
very good with her,

I gather, but I expect she's
feeling a bit foolish now.

That could account for
the sudden decision to go,

don't you think?

I suppose so.

This is silly.

We both know why she went.

Ronnie, we must talk.

Darling, do you mind if
we don't discuss it now?

Ronnie, please.

Nanny has supper all ready,
and I promised her that we'd

go in as soon as you got back.

Please, darling.

Oh, the English.

Have you decided what
to do about Seven Acre?

I suppose we'll have to
do as we're told in the end.

Just put it down
there, will you, please?

And thanks.

It's not that I'm afraid.

At least, I don't
think it's that.

Any more to come up?

No, that's the lot.

Why don't you go and
put the kettle on, eh?

It Just all seems
wrong somehow.

Oh, well, it is wrong.

I mean, the fighting
of war is wicked.

But sometimes you
have to, to prevent

something even more wicked.

Why don't you go along?

You'll get me into trouble
if you stay here any longer.

I was reading in the paper
about conscientious objectors.

Ah, now, I think
they're wrong.

But they-- they do stand
by what they believe in.

Are you-- are you
thinking of joining them?

No.

I don't think so.

But can I talk to you about it?

As long as you
like, but not here.

Run along now.

Thanks, Mr. Blair.

Set 'em up, Mr. Blair.
Hiya, Rosie.

Hymie, Elmer.

Ah, Rosie, sorry
I haven't been in.

But, well, there's this
crazy guy in charge.

He seems to think we came over
here to fight the Germans.

The usual, is it?

Yeah, I guess so.

[clearing throat]

Oh, oh, this is, uh--

Billy.

--Billy Colvero.

It's a pleasure to make
your acquaintance, Ms. Rosie.

Hello, Sergeant.

Elmer's told me
a lot about you.

ROSIE: Has he now?

What are you drinking?

Oh, uh, I'll have
a beer, please.

You in the same crew as them?

That's right.

He's one of the new guys.

And it's an honor to be in
your beautiful country, Ms.

Rosie.

Is he serious?

I reckon so.

Well, you lot never stop
moaning about our weather.

Thank you, Sergeant Colvero.

That's OK.

Boy, Elmer said you
were good-looking,

but you're even
prettier than he said.

Oh, hey, no, let me pay.

Hey, uh, is that enough?

That will do nicely.

Thank you.

Boy, Elmer, she's
really something.

Easy, Billy, Rosie is
way out of your class.

Ain't that so, El--

What's the matter?

Hymie, are you worried
he's gonna cut you out?

Cut me out?

Cut me out?

Are you kidding?

Hey, you guys.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How you doing?

Billy, hands off Rosie.

- Oh, yeah, sure.
- OK?

- Sorry.
- You're forgiven.

- A round of beers, fellas?
- Yeah.

Three beers.

Sergeant Colvero.

Yeah?

Your change, Sergeant.

Oh, gee, thanks.

Thank you very much.

Hey.

Boy, she sure is pretty.

[music playing]

She works in a parachute
factory during the day.

But most nights, she
helps out behind a barn

in a public house.

Yeah, I know.

You mind if I Ask
you something, Elmer?

What?

Are you serious about her?

I mean, are you going steady?
- Ha.

Ow.

Going steady?

How could you go steady
with a girl in this job?

Well, I've had quite
a bit of experience

with girls back home, see.

Oh, yeah, sure.

And I reckon, when one of
them looks at you like that--

Uh-huh.

Well, I reckon
she really likes me.

I really do.

[chuckling]

Could be.

Heck, you've been
real good to me, Elmer,

and I wouldn't want
to take your girl.

His girl?

Elmer told you Rosie's his girl?

Well, she sure ain't
your girl, Hymie.

Oh, yeah.

Well, if you guys
ain't getting anywhere.

Where Elmer's getting to
with Rosie is no place, fast.

Yeah, listen, Billy.

No one gets anywhere
with Rosie Blair.

She ain't that kind of girl.

Oh, yeah, it looks like she
was ready to give it away.

But, well, let's just say, you
wouldn't be the first to try.

He means she's a tease.

You know what that is, Billy?

Yeah, yeah, I
know what it means.

I just thought maybe, uh, she
ain't met the right guy yet.

The right guy, jeez,
where does he get off.

Come on, lover boy.

We'll be late for briefing.

Hey.

I'll bet you 30 bucks you can't
make it with Rosie Blair, OK?

Elmer, you're on.

30 bucks is in the bag.

All three divisions,
that's a lot of planes, Skip.

Yeah, this one's been
on the board for weeks.

Didn't we hit Schweinfurt
a couple of months back?

Yeah, a lot of fighters.

Where is Elmer?

Anybody seen Elmer?

Well, maybe will
be luckier today.

- Hey, Billy?
- Yeah?

What day is it today?

Uh, Thursday.

Well, it's my
birthday tomorrow.

[chuckling]

Yeah, great.

Hey, how old are you?

20.

20.

Hey, Elmer.

Yeah, what?

There's something
I want to tell you.

Shoot.

MAN: Come on, you guys.

Move it.

In the truck, you
two, you're late.

HYMIE: Hey, what's
with you guys?

Sorry to rush you, Colvero.

Come on, Elmer.

HYMIE: What the hell are you
guys doing, standing there

gabbing like two old ladies?

KILEY: My darling, we've got
a few problems up here that

are going to keep
me busy, so I won't

be able to see you for a while.

I hope you'll understand.

Nothing's changed.

It's just this damn
war seems to take

up more and more of my time.

Take care of yourself.

I think of you so much.

Hello.

Could you put me through to
the American airbase, please?

It's Dr. Dereham here.

Hello.

Yes, I'd like to speak
to Major Kiley, please.

Oh.

Oh, I see, yes.

No, that's quite all right.

Goodbye.

Hi.

Hello, sir.

MAN: Uh, thank you, Nanny.

NANNY: Shall I
[inaudible] for you?

Oh, no.
No, I can manage.

If I get stuck, Vi can
give me a hand, right?

Of course, sir.

Well, one day, they will
make these confounded things

with motors.

Now don't get cold.

There's an east wind
blowing off the sea today.

Yeah, it's all right, Nanny.

Don't fuss.

Well, Vi, you will have heard.

Pat's gone to stay
with her grandfather.

Yes, sir.

Can you manage without
her for a little while?

I'm sure we can.

MAJOR DEREHAM: Good girl.

How is the winter wheat coming?

We've nearly
finished drilling, sir.

MAJOR DEREHAM: Good.

Do you know, this
place is looking better

than it did before the war.

It's the woman's
touch, do you think?

I don't know about
that, Major Dereham.

That's a bit of a
mouthful, isn't it?

Just Major will do.

Oh, all right.

Yeah, it wouldn't mean a thing
in the old days, of course.

But all that's changing now.

Well, I'd better leave you
to get on with your work.

I just wanted to let
you know about Pat.

Can I help?

MAJOR DEREHAM: No,
no, that's all right.

I can manage.

Thank you.

You know, being--
being like this has

made me see things differently.

When you depend on
people as much as I do,

maybe it was a lesson I needed.

I'm sure you understand.

Yes, I think so.

Right, well, I'll
say cheerio then.

It's good to have you back, Vi.

They have lovely clothes,
the Americans, Mum.

Look at this.

A bit skimpy, isn't it?

It's the fashion.

I wish I could go.

Well, perhaps
one day, you will.

You never know, plenty of time.

[planes humming]

They're back.

I heard them go
out this morning.

Oh, now don't take on so.

I can't help it.

[sobbing]

I keeping thinking
about Harvey and Mario.

VERA: I know.

What am I gonna do, Mum?

What am I gonna do?

I'm so frightened.

There's nothing
to be frightened of.

Now stop crying.

There's a love.

Come on.

I wish I'd never come here.

Do you want to know something?

I was just like you
when I was a girl.

I liked the men, too.

Hard to believe now, isn't it?

But I couldn't wait to
find myself a boyfriend.

No one will want
me with a baby.

I might as well be dead.

One lad I remem--

now that's silly talk.
Listen to me.

Listen.

You're going to have your baby.

And then in a year or two, you--

you'll meet some nice boy
who-- who won't mind a bit.

There-- there's lots
of men not bothered

about that sort of thing.

I've closed up the shop.

What's up with her?

She's all right.

Aren't you going to help
your mother, young woman?

[planes buzzing]

That's the third lot.

They're late today.

Is Peter not back?

He's at the Plow,
helping Mr. Blair.

ALBERT: The Plow?

- He'll be back later.
- Again?

I thought I told him--

Oh, Albert, I'm just putting
the supper on the table.

I won't have him
hanging about there.

He's under 18.

Jack Blair has no
right to encourage him.

It's against the law.

[planes buzzing]

Now look what you've done.

Evening, Albert.

Where is he then?

What can I get you to drink?

No, thank you.

I have not come here to
pass the time of day.

I want my son.

What makes you
think he's here?

Don't you get clever with me.

He's here.

He's always here.

You've seen to that.

Well, as a matter of fact,
he is doing a job for me.

Rosie, uh, run out the back.

Tell Peter his dad's here.

While we wait, what
can I get you to drink?

You've turned my
son away from me.

JACK: Oh, now, look--

Oh, don't you think
I haven't noticed.

It's been happening ever
since he stayed here.

Now that's daft.

Oh, daft, is it?

Can you deny that he spends
more time in this pub

than he does in his own home?

Well, he does odd jobs for me.
You know that.

It gives him a bit
of pocket money.

And who asked him to
go and work for you?

He could earn an extra bob or
two helping me in the shop.

Oh, do you pay him when
he works in the shop?

He shouldn't want paying
for helping his family.

It's no more than his duty.

But, oh, no, that's not
good enough for Peter.

You've been putting
fancy ideas in his head.

Now that's not true.

What's this about he's
not going to join the forces

when his time comes then?

Albert, your son is
an intelligent lad.

And if he asks questions,
that's only natural at his age.

And you've been giving him a
few answers, too, haven't you?

I've been talking to him, yes.

Well, there you are, then.

You admit it now.

I admit nothing.

If your son comes
to me for advice,

it's because you're
too busy or too

stupid to talk to him yourself.

And that's [inaudible]

Don't you talk
to me like that.

Oh, you're a fool, Albert.

I'll have the law on you.

He shouldn't be working
in a pub at all.

He's under age.

Dad.

What are you doing here?
- You're coming home.

Get your coat.
- But, Dad--

ALBERT: Do as I say.

Go on, lad.

Go with your dad.

I'll get your coat, Peter.

No, I haven't finished yet.

I told Mum I'd be back
about half past 8:00.

I'll see you then, Dad.

You see what you've done now?

You've turned him
against his own father.

God damn you, Jack Blair.

[melancholy music]

Eight beers, please, Rosie.

What happened?

It's bad.

[sigh]

Only five crews got back.

JIM: It's no damn good, Roof.

The first division lost
over 40 planes yesterday,

and we said goodbye to 15.

I know.

Until we can get long-range
fighter escort, the chief

will have to call a halt.

We're getting P-38s from
the Middle East any day now.

Well, they can't
come soon enough.

Hell, what we're doing to
those boys is plain murder.

When are you due at division?

11:30.

Think how they're going
to take this back home.

Sit down, Jim.
JIM: What?

Sit down, you're
making me nervous.

But you've got to tell--

you've got to tell
the chief, Roof.

We can't go on like this.

I remember a guy who once
said to me that the 525th would

go on fighting just
as long as they

could put a B-17 in the air.

As this rate, we
may not be able to.

Well, I'll see you later.

You sure you're OK, Jim?

- Yeah, I'm OK.
- Look.

You can't take it
all on yourself.

Do you hear?

We have to have
long-range fighters

with us all the way to the
target and all the way back.

It's our only hope.
- I know.

Why can't they fit the
P-47s with extra tanks,

increase their range?

That's been talked about.

But talking is no good.

They have to do
it and do it now.

MAN (ON RADIO): This is
the Herman Forsett Program.

Here is the news, and this
is [inaudible] with reading.

Two hours ago, Italy
declared war on Germany.

The act of declaration has been
communicated to the German--

Shall I turn it off?

MAN: Hmm, yes, I
think so, darling.

Don't you?

MAN (ON RADIO): --on the
instructions of the King

of Italy.

It is in these terms.

You know, Pat
seems quite cheerful.

Yes.

I don't know about
this canteen job.

I shouldn't have thought
that was quite her style.

Oh, it's only temporary.

She'll find something better.

Helen, I'm, uh, I'm more
or less tied to this place

the way things are.

HELEN: Yes.

Well, if-- if you felt
ever, at any time, that--

that you wanted to leave--

Leave?

Yes, darling,
you have your work.

I mean, I'd hate it if
you felt that you had

to remain here, for any reason.

Do you want me to go?

Good God, no, that's
the last thing I want.

Well, then, let's not
talk about it anymore.

Shall we?

Are you sure?

Perfectly.

I'm not leaving.

It's good to
hear you say that.

I've been behaving
rather stupidly.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, you--
you've had too much to do.

And I-- I've not had enough.

That's not what I mean.

I suppose that--
that's something

we'll both have to get used to.

Yes.

You should never
have gone across there,

making a fool of yourself
in front of everybody.

No one except a few Yanks.

Jack Blair has been a
good friend to this family.

Jack Blair.

Only, you won't see it.

If it hadn't been for Jack--

Oh, shut up about him, woman.

I'm surprised Peter
came home at all.

Probably Jack's doing,
I shouldn't wonder.

He turned my son away from me.

No, he hasn't.

The only reason our son
spends more time in that pub

than he does here is
because you drove him to it,

with your stiff ways and your--

your endless talk of
discipline and duty.

Vera.

And look where it's got you.

Your son a stranger in his
own home, and your daughter

falls into the arms of the
first American who looks at her.

Oh, it's my fault
she's pregnant.

Is that it?

If you hadn't made such a
song and dance about the Yanks,

she might have
behaved more sensibly.

And what about Peter
refusing his call up?

Think he gets those
ideas from me?

- No.
- No.

You know where they come from,
from your wonderful Jack Blair.

If Peter's worried
about going into the army,

it's only natural.

And if he talks to Jack
about it, are you surprised?

You'd just tell him
the-- the discipline

would be good for him
or some such nonsense.

It's not nonsense.

It's what he needs,
make a man of him.

Oh, how I hate those words.

Peter is still a boy.

He'll become a man in his
own way and in his own time,

if he's given the chance.

You agree with this
pacifist nonsense then?

VERA: No.
[grumbling]

Because it makes me sick.

To think, a son of mine, well.

You're a fool,
Albert, a blamed fool.

Open up if I'm
not back in time.

LETTY: Where are you going?

Never you mind.

Do you always get hungry, Mum?

I'll do some more.

LETTY: Where's Dad gone?

He didn't say.

[groan]

It's awful being
pregnant, isn't it?

I think I enjoyed it.

Did you?

I hate it.

Do you think the war
will be over soon?

VERA: Shouldn't think so.

I wonder how much longer
the Yanks will be here.

Oh, uh, pardon me.

Uh, I'm looking for one of
my men, uh, Captain Parker.

I brought him yesterday.

Oh, yes, he's in B ward.
I'll take you.

Oh, Colonel Krasnowici.

Oh, Dr. Dereham,
I was, uh, just

telling your nurse
here that I was looking

for, uh, Captain Parker.

Oh, yes, Captain Parker.

Thank you, Nurse.

I'll take you down, Colonel.

Uh, could I, uh, could I
talk to you first, Doctor?

Certainly, Colonel,
come into my office.

Now what can I do for you?

Well, look, um, well, I guess
it's, uh, none of my business.

But, um, well, as you're
a friend of Jim Kiley's--

Yes?

Well, he's been kind
of difficult to live

with these past few weeks,
and that's not like Jim.

He's all right, isn't he?

He's not ill?

No, but something's
bothering him.

And he's too good
an officer to let

whatever it is affect
his work, but the guy's

got something on his mind.

And I-- well, I thought
you might be able to help.

In what way, Colonel?

KRASNOWICI: Well,
you're the doctor.

Did Major Kiley ask
you to come see me?

Oh, hell, no.

He, uh, he doesn't
know anything about it.

But, uh, well, he's such
a great guy, Doctor,

I hate to see him down.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

There's nothing I can do.

Yeah, well, uh, I was
afraid you'd say that.

Unless he's actually ill.

No, it's not a, uh,
it's not a physical thing.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry to
have taken your time.

[knocking]

HELEN: Yes?

Dr. Hayward is waiting
in G ward, Doctor.

Thank you, Nurse.

Excuse me, Colonel.

Nurse Tully will take you
to see Captain Parker.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

[classical music on radio]

Is your mother
minding the shop?

[sigh]

Time you put that away.

What?

Is your father back?

LETTY: He went upstairs
about an hour ago.

Upstairs?
What's he playing at?

I've had to manage on
my own all morning.

Albert.

[music stops]

Albert, are you up there?

ALBERT: What do you want?

Are you coming down?

ALBERT: In a minute.

Well, you have to
take over in the shop.

I've got the dinner to see to.

ALBERT: Close the shop.

What?
ALBERT: Close the shop.

I have to go out.

But we can't--

there's people relying on us.

I'll look after it.

I don't mind.

Don't be silly.

You know he won't
have you out there

a minute longer than he has to,
where people can look at you

and talk.

Everybody knows
by now, anyway.

I dare say.

But where is the point, if
it will only make him angry?

Has he always
been like this, Mum?

I mean, when you married him?

Well, he was
always strong-willed,

fond of his own opinion.

I liked a man to be a
man, and he was handsome.

Lots of women set
their caps at him.

Petey says you could
have married Jack Blair.

Does he?

Well, that says maybe.

There was a time when
Jack had a fancy for me,

but he never said.

Anyway, I married your father.

Did you close
up the shop then?

What?

Oh, lord, here I am, talking.

That's your fault, Letty.

Do you have to go out?

I do, and don't
wait dinner for me.

I'll be late back.

Where are you going?

I'm going to see a man in
Ipswich, so now you know.

VERA: But what about the shop?

And I meant what I said.

If you can't manage, close up
the shop for the afternoon.

More important things in
life than that bloody shop.

[door closing]

So there I am with
this beautiful girl,

back of the bar, and it's dark.

The first thing she says is yes.

So I start the old business,
and she slaps my face.

That's when I find
out that she's

Dutch or Greek or
some damn thing,

and yes is all the
English she knows.

[laughter]

JIM: Have you men
got nothing to do?

- Yes, sir, we--
- Why can't I see you doing it?

We are, sir.

Are you arguing
with me, Sergeant?

No, sir.

I'll tell you what I see--
a hell of a mess in here

and three cracker barrel
politicians discussing

the state of the union.

You better smarten up, Sergeant,
or I'll bust you so fast

you won't know what hit you.
Now get out.

[plane buzzing]

Lester.

Good morning, Jim.

JIM: Oh, good morning.

Those guys went through
there like bats out of hell.

Anything wrong?

No.

OFFICER: OK, I have
some good news.

About time.

The P-38s came through.

They'll extend our
range by 150 miles.

I thought you'd be pleased.
- I am.

I am.

What's the trouble, Jim?

These past few weeks,
you've been like a bear

with a sore head.

I'm OK.

Look.

It would help to talk about it.

There's nothing
wrong, I tell you.

I'm OK.
- I don't buy that, Jim.

I'm OK.
I'm OK!

What do I have to do?

Sorry.

Yeah.

[chatter]

[typing]

Next.

[whistling]

Been waiting long, mate?

10 minutes.

No, thanks.

You live around here, then?

10 miles out.

It's a bit quiet, innit?

You're not from
around these parts then.

God, you're joking.

Come down [inaudible] last year.

Bethnal Green, it's bombed out.

[whistling]

You know, I don't know
about this army lot, though.

Still, anything's better
than stomping around here.

Next.

Sit down, Mr. Mundy.

I'll be with you
in just a moment.

Can I see your identity card?

How old are you, Mr. Mundy?

42, uh, just
like it says there.

You're a brave man, Mr.
Mundy, but go home now.

I-- uh, I, uh, I want
to serve my country.

RECRUITER: I'm sure you do.

We can't take you, so
don't waste my time.

There's a good chap.

Well, um, couldn't you,
uh, couldn't you make--

make an exception?

No.

Good try, Mr. Mundy.

Sorry we couldn't help you.

Oh, and it's an offense
to make an alteration

on your identity card.

Goodbye, Mr. Mundy.

[music playing]

[knocking]

MAN (ON FILM): Milly.
- Stop it.

MAN (ON FILM): [inaudible]
to say goodbye.

But I must see you,
just once more.

WOMAN (ON FILM): [inaudible]

Come on, Rosie.

No.

WOMAN (ON FILM): Why
did you come back?

You [inaudible]

I Think you're
prettier than her.

- Don't be silly.
- No, I mean it.

I think you're the prettiest
girl in the whole world.

- Shh.
- I mean it.

[giggling]

MAN (ON FILM): Darling,
I can't leave you.

We love each other.

[inaudible]

Oh, stop it.

MAN (ON FILM):
[inaudible] Say yes.

No.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, Rosie.

Now I want to watch the film.

Thank you for a very
nice evening, Billy.

I really enjoyed it.

It's OK.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Oh, now, come on.

What are you doing?

[giggling]

Rosie, you're beautiful.

Oh, stop.

- Come on, Rosie.
- No.

Oh, come on.

I said stop now.

Rosie, [inaudible]

No!

Come on, Rose--

You heard me.

Goodnight, G

(DRUNKENLY) They didn't--

they didn't believe me.

They didn't bloody believe me.

Albert, is that--

is that you?

42, I told--

I told them I was 42.

What are you doing
lying down here?

Hmm?

Oh, dear, come on.

Let's get you inside.

[moan]

You couldn't fool a blind man.

They must have
thought you were mad.

[inaudible]

I don't know how you thought
you'd get away with it.

I mean, they had only to
look at your identity card.

Well?

[mumbling]

I don't know.

I really don't.

I mean, why?

I don't know.

It's not as if you weren't
doing your bit already

with your civil defense.

Civil defense.

VERA: Well, God knows you're
out every night with it.

I fought in the last shore.

I don't see why I shouldn't
fight in this one.

Oh, Albert, here,
drink this and sober up.

And get upstairs and
wash that stuff out

before the children see you.

I don't know if
it will wash out.

Have you got the bottle?

Hmm?

Have you got the bottle?

It's upstairs.

I'll look at it.

What will they think in
the shop, my customers?

You should have
thought of that before.

It's a bit late now.

[door closing]

Oh, lord, here's Peter.

PETER: Hello, Mum.

Dad, what-- what have
you done to your hair?

You've dyed it, haven't you?

[chuckling]

It doesn't half look funny.

[chuckling]

- That wasn't very clever.
- I'm sorry.

It just looks so funny.

He thought it would
make him look younger.

He went into Ipswitch,
tried to enlist.

Where you been?

I took Rosie to the movies.

Yeah?

How did you get out?

Great, just great.

HYMIE: What, you mean--

Well, I didn't
want to rush things.

But, uh, she was begging for it.

I could tell.

ELMER: Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, she's
crazy about me.

[chuckling]

You're going to be
handing over any day now.

BILLY:

You-- You-- you've
got to go all the way.

BILLY: Yeah, I know.
- Or no-- no deal.

OK, OK.

Get your money ready, pal.

I can't lose.

Goodnight, Hymie.

How's he coming along, Sister?

- Oh, he's much better, Colonel.
- Hi.

Good morning, Dr. Dereham.

The sister is just taking
us along to D ward.

Yes, he's really beginning
to sit up and take notice now.

Hello.

Hello.

KILEY: You OK?

Yes.

You understand, don't you?

I'd better get after them.

I'm sorry.

Get out of here, Nurse!

Knock when you come
into my office!

I'm sorry.

A damn stupid thing to do,
your mum was right, as usual.

Oh, I don't know.

You might have got away with it.

No, not a chance, I was
lucky they didn't nab me

for changing my identity card.

Oh, don't you mention
that to your mother.

She doesn't know.

I won't.

If I've been a bit hard
on you from time to time,

I meant it for your own good.

I know.

Your mum seems to
think it's my fault

that Letty is the way she is and
you're at the pub all the time.

No.

All I've ever wanted
is the best for you both.

It doesn't seem to
have worked, does it?

Well, Letty will be all
right when the baby is born.

Don't talk about it.

If I could lay my
hands on that Yank--

Well, he's dead.

Yeah.

Dad.

Yes?

I've been thinking and--

Now if you're going--

no, you carry on, Peter, lad.

I'll be 18 next
month, and I thought

I might enlist right away.

- What?
- They'll take me.

I'm sure of it, by the
time I've had the medical.

ALBERT: You've decided to go?

If they'll have me.

That's marvelous, Peter, lad.

I thought you were
going to start

that pacifist nonsense again.

No.

Oh, this is good news.

Now we have at least
one member of the family

serving his country, eh?

Come on, lad.

Let's go home.

We must tell your
mother about this.

[music playing]