We'll Meet Again (1982): Season 1, Episode 6 - Up the Smoke - full transcript
As mounting casualties take their toll on the men's morale Red takes a group of flyers to London on leave where Chuck pines for Vi whilst Mario's pursuit of women lands him and Elmer in a fight and jail. Hymie takes advantage of Elmer's absence to win over Rosie,now working in a parachute factory.Helen is also in London on hospital business and Jim Kiley goes after her,despite her telling him that they should stop their affair. He is seen leaving her hotel room by Phyllis,who,annoyed to have missed meeting up with her ex-husband,rings Ronnie and tells him what she saw.
[music playing]
[theme music]
What would you do, Helen?
Hmm?
To begin with, I haven't
heard from him or even about him
for six months.
And then suddenly, out of
the blue, he telephones.
I mean, would you go?
I don't know, Phyllis.
PHYLLIS: His destroyer's
got a walloping hole in it.
And he'll be on leave in London
while it's being done up.
Well, perhaps
he thinks there's
a chance of patching things up.
I don't know.
I don't know.
A rendezvous with
one's ex-husband,
what on Earth is
one supposed to say?
He's all right?
Now wounded?
I didn't ask.
He sounded chirpy enough.
Would I got to town and meet him
at the Dorchester for a drink?
HELEN: For a drink?
Well, anything else
that occurs to him.
We all have to make sacrifices
in wartime, don't we?
Yes, we do.
[knock on door]
Yes?
Excuse me, ma'am.
I have to go now,
if that's all right.
Go?
It's the labor exchange.
Oh!
Yes.
PHYLLIS: I've got this
marvelous little number
my dressmaker knocked up,
priceless black market
Chinese silk.
I'm longing to show
it off to someone.
Why not Dickie, the bastard?
HELEN: Yes, why not?
Poor lamb.
Anyway, darling,
as you've got all
your worthy duties
to perform in London,
why don't we go up together?
Yes, I suppose we could.
[plane engine roaring]
[ball clinking into can]
[phone ringing]
JAMES: No, I want them under!
Major Kiley.
I want them under debriefing
reports and analyses!
Yes?
HELEN (ON PHONE): Hello, Jim.
I want to see you.
I want to see you.
Are you OK?
Bit tired.
When?
Well, this last week's
been hell around here,
but you'd know that
better than anybody.
Can you make it today?
JAMES (ON PHONE):
I wish I could.
I'll have to call you back as
soon as I can see my way clear.
Jim?
Well, thank you very much for
letting me know, Dr. Dereham.
Goodbye.
Now, that woman is
doing a great job.
You tell her I said so.
OK, what shape are we in?
I walked through
the combat messes.
Officers and enlisted
men during breakfast.
COLONEL KRASNOWICI: And?
They've all got the
same look, like old men.
They weren't
eating, just looking
around at the empty places.
Tomorrow, the brass want
to see all group commanders
and their deputies
at headquarters
to work out future strategy.
Right.
Jim, if it meant not having to
send my boys over there again,
I swear that I would fly every
damn combat mission myself!
By myself.
All those missing faces, they'll
haunt me to the day I die.
[harmonica music playing]
MARIO: What do you want, Hymie?
Me and Krotnik just been
to the hospital to see Buzz,
our [inaudible] gunner.
- Yeah?
How's he doing?
Great, they said.
Be up and about in no time.
I'm sitting there
talking with the guy
and he starts to
hemorrhage and there's
blood all over the place.
And before anybody could--
he just died.
I seen them come around with the
bag and clear out his locker.
There ain't nothing left.
Uh, Peter--
I'm doing it right.
No, it's fine.
But you don't have to.
I've got to remember
to keep [inaudible] up.
Can't just do nothing.
All right.
But there's no
compulsion, you know?
Bed all right?
Fine.
Mr. Blair, I got
myself in a muddle.
I don't know what
to do for the best.
It's Mum and Letty.
Yes?
Well, I've deserted them.
Left them to it, haven't I?
Well, I suppose you could say
that, in a manner of speaking.
They do need me there.
You know, it strikes me-- it's
not your mother that needs you,
nor even Letty.
It's your dad.
He's the one.
What's up with you?
It's them down the labor.
They say I can't work
at Dereham's anymore.
JACK: Do they?
I told this bloke
all about the Major.
Well, who's going to
look after him while Mrs.
Dereham's at the hospital and
Miss Pat's working on the farm,
I said.
And what about in here?
JACK: Yes?
Oh, they went off,
they had a talk about it.
They came back, they
said they were sorry,
but I've been directed
to the parachute factory.
Well, what am I going
to tell the major?
You'll-- you'll have
to tell him the truth.
Oh, I can't, Dad.
I just can't!
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON
RADIO]
[glass shattering]
Oh, damn!
It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I've got you!
Come-- are you all right?
I'm sorry, darling.
I didn't mean to shout at you.
PATRICIA: Daddy, what
were you trying to do?
My favorite picture
of your mother.
Clumsy fool that I
am, I've ruined it.
PATRICIA: It's not too
bad, it can be mended.
MAJOR DEREHAM: She
wore those the evening
we went to hear [inaudible]
at the Queen's hall.
Now she's late.
And tomorrow, she'll be
rushing about London all day.
Yes.
It always has to be
Mummy, doesn't it?
She never lets anybody
else try to help.
Well, I don't think
anyone else could--
could do half as
well as your mother
does in getting things
for the hospital.
Especially out of that
stingy lot at the Ministry.
Well, everybody knows that.
And I suspect that
she knows it, too.
That's why it's not
Mummy I'm worried about.
It's you.
MAJOR DEREHAM: What?
Oh, good grief.
You don't have to
worry about me.
I'm not going to
rust away forever.
[bell ringing]
Last orders,
please, gentlemen.
Thank you!
You all right?
I can't get a word out of him.
Well, then, I shouldn't try.
Dad!
Look, they fair
had stuff bashed
out of them this last week.
I know that.
And their pride's been
hurt, I shouldn't wonder.
Just give him time.
Well, what's the
matter with him?
Look, if he thinks he's
made a mistake in spite
of all that's been
said, then he should
just come right out with it.
We're supposed to be engaged!
No, I haven't forgotten
that any more than he has!
But he could hardly
bring himself to say hello!
Look, he's got two
things on his mind--
you and the war.
KROTNIK: Evening, Mr. Berwash.
Mr. Krotnik.
Beer?
I'll have two beers, Jack.
JACK: Pints?
Yeah, pints.
Look who's here!
Excuse me, Mr.
Berwash, but most
of us here in Market
Weatherby-- well,
most of us knew those lads.
You know, the ones
that didn't come back.
And, well, I'd like to
say on everybody's behalf
how sorry we are.
Well, we're sorry, too, Jack.
A couple of days ago, we
were drinking with them.
But they're dead and gone.
And being sorry for
them sure as hell
won't get us back in the
air to fly another mission.
Facts are, we're at war.
And their job is finished.
And for the rest
of us, it won't do
much good to be looking back.
Stick with the living, Jack.
It's not the dead who
need your sympathy.
Here, Vi.
JACK: Thanks, Mr. Berwash.
[door creaking open]
- Hi, Skip.
Hymie.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Hey, Hymie.
Make it a third,
would you, Jack?
You see?
He's got a war on his hands.
He's being pulled in
different directions.
So don't make things any
more difficult for Chuck
than they are already.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: You sure?
LIEUTENANT KROTNIK:
, Sure I'm sure.
Squeezed it out of that
old woman, Lester Carson,
after I twisted his arm.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: No
mission for two weeks?
Two weeks, stand down for
the whole 8th Bomber Command.
Lord knows we need it.
Anybody says the
8th don't deserve it
and I'll kick his
teeth down his throat.
You know what?
I'm going to get good
and drunk every day.
And nights?
Nights, too.
Hey, guys!
Listen!
Tomorrow, you saps got
leave coming to you.
I'm taking you to London.
- What?
CAPTAIN BERWASH: OK, look, I'll
have a truck outside the gate
after lunch tomorrow.
Be there or I'll have your
hides for shoe leather.
Thanks, Skipper, but--
CAPTAIN BERWASH: No arguing!
Just meet me there.
What are you
complaining about?
It'll be a chance to get out
of this dump for a while!
One day, maybe Chuck
will thank me, eh?
One day, maybe he'll
bust you in the mouth.
[bell ringing]
JACK: Time, gentlemen, please!
Gentlemen?
OK, let's go.
Come on, Elmer.
Come on!
I'm waiting for Chuck!
Out, out, out!
You heard what he
said, the Skipper.
I can't not go.
What about our
day at the seaside?
Vi, all you ever
get to see in here
is a bunch of clowns
horsing around.
But up there, we're one crew.
I'm part of them.
They're part of me.
One of us screws up, we're dead.
No second chance.
It's been a tough week.
I can't not go.
[bell ringing]
JACK: Time, gentlemen, please!
[music playing on radio]
Darling!
Thought I'd never get away.
Sorry I'm so late.
Tired?
I thought you'd
have gone to bed.
MAJOR DEREHAM: Pat
went up ages ago.
Remember this?
You haven't been
waiting up for me?
No, no.
No, I'm all right.
Um, sorry about that, darling.
It was my fault. I know
things are difficult to get
repaired these days.
It's all right.
I'll get it seen to.
Really.
Darling, I had
a telephone call.
It's-- it's bad
news, I'm afraid.
You'll be as upset
as I am, I'm afraid.
Bertie.
Bertie?
Bertie from the war house.
You remember how he was
always joking about being
there for the duration?
Well, he had to take over a
brigade a month ago in Sicily.
A landmine blew him to pieces.
Darling, there's no point in
my starting up those stairs
every evening, hanging
on the banisters.
I thought I'd sleep down here.
- But Ronnie--
We can have a proper bed
made up in my study tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
I don't have to
stay up in London.
You stay up there.
Go and see a show or something.
Enjoy yourself.
God knows you get
little enough fun.
Oh, darling.
Poor old Bertie, hmm?
I suppose all things
considered, I should count
myself lucky, bloody lucky.
Well, hello.
Thank you for coming.
I wanted to.
Jim.
Jim, I can't see you again.
I know we're bound to at the
hospital and the village,
everywhere where there
are other people, but--
you know what I mean.
Do you understand?
I understand.
I understand that you
love me and I love you.
What I don't understand is how
you can pretend it isn't true?
You don't know.
Helen.
You-- you can't begin to
understand what it means.
What?
Do you think because I
can't stop thinking about you
that I don't still live Ronnie?
Do you?
JAMES: Don't go.
Don't go, not like this.
Goodbye, Jim.
JAMES: When can we talk?
- There's nothing to talk about.
Today?
Tonight?
How about tonight?
I am going to London tonight.
For good?
No.
I've got a meeting.
There's still a war
to be fought and won.
Perhaps--
JAMES: What?
Perhaps a few hours
away from all this
will bring me to my senses.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
JAMES: Oh, that's OK.
I'll hold.
When do you expect
to be back, Jim?
You and the Colonel?
When the big [inaudible]
is through with us.
Ah, thanks.
Now, you're sure about that?
All right.
I'm much obliged to you.
Oh, and Colonel
Krasnowici asked me
to thank all you good people
for the wonderful help
you've been giving us.
Thanks again.
Goodbye.
When we've all worked out future
strategy, that's when, Lester.
Keeping our own
group in the air,
flying missions day after day.
I mean, last week,
the 8th Bomber Command
made its most
determined, intensive,
and sustained effort in
its entire existence.
You think I ever asked
for maximum effort?
You've got it.
Well, I've pieced
it all together here.
On Saturday, over
300 B-17s hammered
Heroya, Tranam and
Bergen. Sunday,
it was us, Kiel and Warnemunde.
Lester.
On Monday, we hit
Hamburg and Hanover
with another 300 heavies.
And Wednesday, it
was 8ths deepest
penetration yet, Aschersleben.
There are some fools
already calling it blitz week.
Anything in there
about the 8th's losses?
Huh?
Over 90 crews killed,
missing, or wounded.
Over 100 B-17s.
An exceptional week.
How's headquarters going
to assess all that?
That's not for you to ask,
Lester, or me to answer.
Coming!
Only one question to put to
Big Ira about future strategy.
How many more blitz weeks
before he finds he's got
no goddamn bomb groups left?
ALBERT: Peter!
Peter!
Yeah?
Have you seen Mr. Bottone?
No.
Thought not.
Well, he's late, isn't he?
Messing me about.
I got things to
do, people to see.
PETER: Shall I say you want
him if I see him, Uncle Sid?
It's not just me son!
There's Letty and all.
He's neglecting her, isn't he?
What about Letty
Well, you'd see for
yourself the state
she was in if you was still
at home, wouldn't you?
It breaks my heart, Jack, seeing
how she feels about Mario.
You can't tell a
girl like her she's
got eyes like deep
pools one day,
then not bother
seeing her for a week!
You can tell him that, Peter.
Tell him I said so.
Oh, talk of the devil!
What?
That's all right, mate.
There's no rush.
I've only been waiting an hour.
Listen, wiseguy, I got
five minutes before I miss
my transport back to the base.
Then you ain't got time
for a drink, have you?
Sit down.
Come on, what's the
big deal this time?
The deal, my
son, is the biggest
thing I've ever dreamt up.
All right.
The gala dance, we
made a packet, right?
Yeah, after you coughed
up my end of the proceeds,
we did, right?
- Now, come on.
Don't be like that.
Look, how d'ya feel
about us making
a packet like that every week?
What, an Independence
Day dance every week?
You're nuts.
Would you listen?
Look, those mates of yours up
at the base, what have they
got their tongues
hanging out for?
A number one priority, can't
think of nothing else, eh?
Money?
Getting a big medal for
conspicuous gallantry in
the face of overwhelming odds?
What is this, a quiz?
- Getting the first spot home?
- Dames.
Right, my son!
Dead right.
Dames.
Now, my close friend and
London business associate,
Benny, he counts among
his personal friends
some of the classiest,
friendliest,
most patriotic girls in London.
Know what I mean?
The like of which
you, my son, have
never clapped your eyes on.
So you figure we can get the--
It'll be our pleasure
to arrange for these dames
to meet your mates, for
which they will pay highly
for the privilege, I might add.
And you and me, my
son, will be quids in.
Well, don't fall over
yourself, will ya?
I've gotta see
the dames first.
Don't be daft, I'm
only the middle man!
Look, you can take
my word for it!
These are the--
I see the-- (QUIETLY)
dames first or no deal.
How-- Benny won't like that.
I don't give a
damn about Benny.
But I've got to go.
Look, all right.
All right.
All right.
Look, how soon
can you get a pass
to come up the Smoke, then, eh?
Up the what?
Up the Smoke.
Up to London, up
to Smoke, you berk!
Well, how am I
supposed to know that?
Right.
How soon, eh?
I'm going this afternoon.
Eh?
Thank you.
It's packed out.
It's overbooked.
The bar's closed!
I think I'm going
to go up to my room.
But I'm not meeting
Dickie till 9 o'clock!
It's four floors up.
There is no lift.
Why don't you come for a moment?
Anything Anything just to
get out of these shoes.
Oh, what a perfectly
beastly room!
It's all right.
It's rather nice.
At least I have my own bath.
I suppose when this
was a family house,
the slavey had it,
poor little cow.
Well, by the time I get back,
I'll be too tired to notice.
The shoe.
My God, Helen.
You don't know
how lucky you are.
Lucky?
Busy as a bee with
your so patriotic duties
and your hospital
and your family.
I've got nothing, nobody.
- What about Dickie?
Dickie?
I'll bet what's probably
happened is Dickie's been stood
up by his latest girlfriend.
Oh, you don't
really think that?
Yes, of course.
I come second or third best.
And I know it.
And like a fool, I
still come running.
Nothing's easy for
any of us these days.
This evening,
I've got a chance--
a 100 to 1 chance-- of picking
up the pieces of my life
and sticking them
together again.
Well, do you know that's
what you really want?
PHYLLIS: Yes, I do.
I do.
But I'll probably
make a muck of it.
Dickie will probably
come to the conclusion
he was right after
all about our divorce.
Whereas you-- you and
your amusing, charming,
ever-loving Ronnie, you know
just where you are with him,
don't you?
- Yes.
PHYLLIS: Your whole
life is straight path
from the cradle to the grave.
No mistakes, no failures,
no emotional complications--
For God's sake, Phyllis!
You're being ridiculous!
Why can't you be
grateful and glad
that Dickie wants to see you?
He wants company!
He wants a chance to
forget mines and torpedoes
and living in wet
clothes day and night.
Only you know if you
really want him back.
But you don't have to
seduce him or impress him.
Just be yourself!
That's what he's coming for.
I just want to stay here.
You mean for my sake.
A Well, partly.
Oh, now, come on, Pat.
That's not on.
You've got your
own life to lead.
You'll regret not going
back to Cambridge.
The war's not going to
last forever, you know.
Only partly.
And partly-- I think
Mummy knows what I mean.
You don't want to
talk to me about it?
All right.
Look, it's sort of
complicated at the moment
between Mummy and me.
I see.
PATRICIA: Well, I know
she's having a terrible time
at the moment with the hospital
and all the extra jobs people
keep giving her.
- Hmm.
And me.
- No, Daddy, not you.
Is this something
to do with a man?
Can't you see, Daddy?
She's being so selfish and
thoughtless and unfair!
How do you mean, unfair?
Unfair to you?
To us both!
No.
You can't walk out
on me twice in one day.
My friend, the bartender,
says he's got vodka!
A real Russian vodka!
Vodka, please.
For two.
How did you find me?
Phoned your secretary
at the hospital.
- Jim.
- Now, you can't bawl her out.
She had no reason
not to tell me.
That's three and
sixpence, please, sir.
All right.
Actually, would
you care to sit down?
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
Now, we'll have this.
And maybe we'll have another.
Then we'll find
some place to eat.
No, we won't.
Helen.
You can't have
forgotten what I said.
Forgotten?
No.
Well?
Don't you like it?
I've never had vodka before.
Ah, you can't insult our
gallant Russian allies.
Here's to us.
Well?
Jim, this is silly.
I must go.
You know, I just left
Rufus after meeting
with the top brass, and I still
can't get my way with him?
Any other CO takes it as normal
his exec flies combat missions,
but not Rufus.
He won't let me go out again,
thinks it's too dangerous!
I'm glad.
No, too dangerous
for the group,
Rufus means, to be
left without a leader.
But I'm working on him.
And one of these mornings,
I'll be up there again
with the rest of the boys.
Now suppose-- just suppose--
I go out on that mission
and don't come back.
Now, how will you
feel then about not
sharing this evening with me?
Just one evening together.
That is the worst, the
most unforgivable, the most
blatant blackmail I've--
You're right.
It's the very worst.
Come on, come on!
Just give me a few minutes!
Then you can go
wherever you want!
I got to meet Sid!
Howdy, ma'am!
This here's the
Bowsprit Pub, right?
But it said--
- Come on, let's go.
- No!
I've got important
business with Sid.
I got to meet him.
Come on, it says it's the--
All right, all right.
It's called the Bowsprit.
MARIO: Big deal!
And it was here
before you were born.
And if Jerry don't drop
a bomb down the chimney,
it'll be here after you've gone!
Now, what's your fancy?
I'm looking for a
buddy of mine, English.
Sid Davis.
You know him?
Yeah, I know him.
If I see him, I'll tell him.
Mario?
What?
Get a load of that.
See, ma'am, what
we're looking for is--
It's pretty obvious what
you're looking for, handsome.
Scotch whiskey, ma'am.
Oh!
I might find a little
nip for you, love.
Don't know about your pals.
Well, why don't we
just start with some beer
and go on from there.
All right, four pints.
And I'm Mavis.
I'm Red.
Well, guys, this is London.
What do you think, huh?
I think we're going
to have a great time!
- Here, Elmer.
- Oh, thanks.
She's breaking my heart.
Huh?
She looks just like Rosie.
DOLLY: Are you going to
buy us a drink, then?
I'm going to buy the
whole bar, come on!
Well, I'll have a
pint of mild, please.
A pint of mild, right.
Oh, shoot.
MAVIS: Cheers.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Cheers.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Chuck, brought you down here
to clear your head some.
Aren't you glad you came?
You know, Skip, I've
been thinking about that.
Yeah?
To tell you the honest
truth, I don't know
what the hell I'm doing here.
All that about me being
the only girl in the world,
and the first chance he
gets, he's off up to London
for a good time.
You can't trust them.
Trust who?
Them Ginger Rogers
jerks, that's who.
Me, I'm different.
Next Next time I see him, I'm
going to tell him what he can
do with his rotten mouth organ.
Rosie, will you
forget about Elmer?
We're talking about me!
Yeah.
The guy is just
another stumblebum.
Hymie!
A 200% meathead stumblebum.
Hymie, you can't say that!
Say what?
Stumble--
Stumblebum?
Shh!
What's wrong with stumblebum?
Really?
I didn't know that.
Hey, Vi, would you mind
going up to the Derehams?
No.
Well, do you mind?
No.
There's a little
job to be done.
Tact and diplomacy.
[distant laughter]
[air raid sirens blaring]
Hell, wouldn't you know it?
HOTEL EMPLOYEE: All guests!
We'd better go back down.
No.
Time enough when the bombs come.
HOTEL EMPLOYEE: All guests!
It's time to make their
ground floor, please!
It's still daylight.
It must be a false alarm.
I saw a bomber once
in search lights.
It looked rather pathetic.
Doesn't it ever get dark?
Of course, when double
British summertime ends.
Don't mind staying up here?
No.
If we are bombed--
- What then?
They'll find us,
our bodies together.
Poor Ronnie.
Hello, Vi.
VI: Hello, sir.
Nice to see you again.
Darling, do we have any coffee?
- Oh, no, thank you.
- You sure?
- Yes, thank you.
- Well, sit down.
Please, sit down.
Thank you.
Sir, I'm sorry to
come so late, but Dad
wanted you to know about Rosie.
Oh, yes.
The first thing tomorrow
morning, she has to start
work at the parachute factory.
Oh, I see.
Well, there we are.
You see, nobody's allowed
domestic servants these days.
I'm very grateful you took
the trouble to tell me, Vi.
VI: Rosie, she couldn't bring
herself to tell you, sir.
Oh.
She's that upset about it.
That's all right.
I understand.
You tell her that she
shows great feelings.
Well, um, what do we do now?
Well, Mummy will have to give
up her work at the hospital
and stay at home here
to look after things.
Oh, no, I don't
think things are
quite that drastic, darling.
Listen, what about Nanny?
Nanny?
Yeah.
You think we could
persuade her to up sticks,
come all the way down here?
I don't know.
Think we could?
It's worth a try, isn't it?
She's terribly old, Daddy.
MAJOR DEREHAM: Oh,
don't let you--
don't let her hear you say so.
I'm sorry, Vi.
This must be very
boring for you.
And anyway, I have been remiss.
It's--
Sir?
MAJOR DEREHAM: It's
only because I--
anyway, please receive my
belated but very best wishes.
VI: Oh, thank you, Sir.
His name is Chuck.
MAJOR DEREHAM: An American.
Well, I'm sure that
you'll both be very happy.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, Mrs. Dereham's in London
this evening, Rosie said.
MAJOR DEREHAM: Yes.
VI: Well, there's this
fellow in the pub.
And he says there's a
raid on up there now.
Oh, dear.
VI: In case you want to
telephone or anything.
Oh, well, it doesn't
do to worry, Vi.
Mrs. Dereham and I
have an arrangement.
We only telephone each other
in extreme emergencies.
But thank you.
I'll forget my head next.
What's this?
Good heavens, more whiskey.
Dad says he's sorry
about Rose leaving you.
Well, that's hardly
your father's fault.
He says he knows one or two
round here would like that,
but wouldn't appreciate it.
And a few more would appreciate
it, but don't deserve it.
And he'd like you
to have it, sir.
BAR PATRONS: (SINGING)
Roll out the barrel,
we'll have a barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel, we've
got the blues on the run.
Zing, boom, tarrarel, ring
out a song of good cheer.
Take no notice of them!
I ain't!
They're only jealous.
Cor, isn't he cuddly?
You're right, Skip.
No, you're right.
No one knows what it's like,
unless they've been up there
and come back.
OK, OK.
Dry your eyes and drink up.
I mean, what do
they know about it?
Nothing.
Look, it's a short life, kid.
Enjoy it!
Mavis?
Chuck here wants more beer.
No, I don't want any more.
I do apologize
for my boys, Mavis.
Got them tensed up,
watching their buddies get
shot to pieces week after week.
Knowing any day
now, it'll be them.
Or you, Red.
Yeah.
Or me.
Hey, Sid!
Sid!
Over here, You Sid!
Hello, Sid.
Say, what do you want?
Where's Benny,
MARIO: Hey, hey, hey.
Come on!
You saw what those guys did!
Yeah, I did!
MAVIS: Listen, sonny.
The two gentlemen with
Sid, they're Benny's--
Yeah, yeah, I know
all about Benny.
You know Sid's been messing
about with Benny's girl?
Yeah?
And Benny don't like it.
So if you're a friend of Sid's,
sonny, don't go advertising it
all around the Bowsprit.
Understand?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Chuck.
All these gorgeous
dames here, and here's
you crying in your beer.
What's so special
about this Vi dame?
Show me one more gorgeous
dame, Skip, and so help me.
You're not, uh,
his girl, are you?
Not me.
Well, well.
[inaudible] you're pushing
in where it's not wanted.
Why don't you get your
snout out of my beer.
[women screaming]
ENGLISH SOLDIER: Come
on, let's have him!
ELMER: Hey, you
guys, this is not--
What the hell did you
do that for, Skip?
What?
I was going to flatten him--
DOLLY: Elmer!
He can't swim!
Oh, God, he's all--
oh, look at my dress!
It took me weeks to
save up with my coupons
and now it's soaking!
Oh, look what you've done!
[english soldier coughing]
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Well,
Elmer, what do you think?
It's time to pay for the beer.
My friend, the bartender.
[air raid sirens blaring]
Primitive, but [inaudible]
(WHISPERING) Helen?
I want you.
God knows I want you.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
It's not all right.
If I had the morals--
I can't even commit
adultery properly.
Let me tell you something.
First day we met,
I had you figured.
Where I'd come from, the
kind of people I mix with,
we know all about your type.
Who?
Classic rich bitch.
English aristocrat.
Chilly as an iceberg.
Me?
JAMES: You.
Then something happened.
I didn't like it.
I had to go through
the painful business
of breaking down my
cherished prejudice
and see you as you are.
And from that moment,
my head and heart
haven't stopped spinning.
I don't know what to do.
I know what I ought to do.
I'm not strong enough.
I thought I could cope.
I'm a born coper.
You ask anybody in
Market Weatherby.
I could cope with the
awfulness of the hospital.
Your young men,
shattered, looking
to me for help and strength.
I could cope with the war,
the endless, miserable,
exhausting, bloody war.
I could even cope with Ronnie
trying to grin and pretend
his life isn't a ruin.
I thought I could stand like a
rock in the middle of my family
and let the war wash
over us when it's gone.
It isn't the war.
It's me.
So whatever you do,
don't ever marry a sailor.
I'll try and remember.
That's one and nine
pence, please, madam.
Sailors are always
married already.
If not to some whore
in Portsmouth or Peru,
then they're married
to their bloody ship.
And there's nothing a girl
can do about that, is there?
Thank you, madam.
Didn't he turn up?
Turn up?
My darling, I've been
stood up by my own husband.
Ex-husband.
Sorry to hear it, ma'am.
Me too.
I even telephoned his ship.
They tried to from Dorchester.
Asked some half-witted
Admiral what they
were doing with my husband.
Would I mind waiting
a couple of hours
while they stoked the
funnel, painted the boiler?
Oh, some damned thing.
BARTENDER: I don't
know who it hits worse.
What?
The war.
The men away, fighting.
The women at home, waiting.
Hmm.
The fighting I can put up with.
It's all the other things.
I've left messages for
him all over London.
If he wants me, he
knows where to find me.
[phone ringing]
Yes, all right.
All right, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Hello?
Mr. Dereham?
I'm sorry, what
number are you calling.
This is Dereham House,
[static]
We seem to have a
very bad line here.
I'm talking about your wife.
Who is this?
[inaudible speech and static]
The line really is appalling.
Sharing her room with a man.
An American.
(SINGING) The
pale moon was rising
above the Green Mountain.
The sun was sinking in
beneath the blue sea.
Where a stray--
Would you shut up, Chuck?
I've been robbed.
Dolly, she kept putting
her arms around me,
telling me I was cuddly.
She's got my wallet!
Where's Red?
Red?
Will you shut up?
Red!
MARIO: We're not
supposed to be here!
Red!
You naughty boy.
It's after my time.
Do you want to
lose me my license?
Dolly.
She's got my wallet!
Well, never mind, love.
It's only money.
Only?
What are you beefing about?
Enjoyed yourself, didn't you?
Some things more important
than money, hey, handsome?
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Mavis.
MAVIS: What love?
CAPTAIN BERWASH: It's
getting kind of late.
MAVIS: Oh.
We've got to get on back.
Oh, well, needs must
when the devil drives.
Far to go?
No, Suffolk, Market Weatherby.
- Eh?
- Yeah, sure.
Well, you can't!
Not this time of night!
We'll grab a taxi.
That'll cost a fortune!
Sure.
But it's only money.
Come on, let's go.
Not a sound, now, boys.
All clear.
Don't worry, love.
I'll kill Dolly when I see her.
Thanks.
Good night.
Mavis?
What, love?
When you see
Sid, kill him, too.
Well, Chuck.
Give my love to your girlfriend.
Vi, isn't it?
Yeah.
Sure.
Thanks, Mavis.
I'll do that.
Well, Red.
Well, Mavis.
You're a hell of a fine lady.
Good night, Mavis.
[bell ringing]
Sorry, sir.
I'm shut.
I'm looking for a lady.
Oh, yes, sir?
Yes.
This is the Windsor Park Hotel?
Yes, sir.
I'm hours late, but she
did say she'd be here.
The name's Lambourn.
Tall, fine dark
hair, about my age.
Very well dressed lady, sir?
Probably.
She was here, Commander.
Sat right there, hours on end.
When all of a sudden,
she just departed.
She didn't leave a
message for anybody?
[soldiers singing in distance]
It's all Skip's
fault. I should've
stayed here, gone for a drink
at The Plough with my Rosie.
You are Rosie.
Hey, wait till
the morning, huh?
Then beat each
other's brains out.
[playing blues on mouth harp]
[soldiers groaning]
MARIO: Shut it off, will you?
I want to get some sleep.
[music playing]
[theme music]
[theme music]
What would you do, Helen?
Hmm?
To begin with, I haven't
heard from him or even about him
for six months.
And then suddenly, out of
the blue, he telephones.
I mean, would you go?
I don't know, Phyllis.
PHYLLIS: His destroyer's
got a walloping hole in it.
And he'll be on leave in London
while it's being done up.
Well, perhaps
he thinks there's
a chance of patching things up.
I don't know.
I don't know.
A rendezvous with
one's ex-husband,
what on Earth is
one supposed to say?
He's all right?
Now wounded?
I didn't ask.
He sounded chirpy enough.
Would I got to town and meet him
at the Dorchester for a drink?
HELEN: For a drink?
Well, anything else
that occurs to him.
We all have to make sacrifices
in wartime, don't we?
Yes, we do.
[knock on door]
Yes?
Excuse me, ma'am.
I have to go now,
if that's all right.
Go?
It's the labor exchange.
Oh!
Yes.
PHYLLIS: I've got this
marvelous little number
my dressmaker knocked up,
priceless black market
Chinese silk.
I'm longing to show
it off to someone.
Why not Dickie, the bastard?
HELEN: Yes, why not?
Poor lamb.
Anyway, darling,
as you've got all
your worthy duties
to perform in London,
why don't we go up together?
Yes, I suppose we could.
[plane engine roaring]
[ball clinking into can]
[phone ringing]
JAMES: No, I want them under!
Major Kiley.
I want them under debriefing
reports and analyses!
Yes?
HELEN (ON PHONE): Hello, Jim.
I want to see you.
I want to see you.
Are you OK?
Bit tired.
When?
Well, this last week's
been hell around here,
but you'd know that
better than anybody.
Can you make it today?
JAMES (ON PHONE):
I wish I could.
I'll have to call you back as
soon as I can see my way clear.
Jim?
Well, thank you very much for
letting me know, Dr. Dereham.
Goodbye.
Now, that woman is
doing a great job.
You tell her I said so.
OK, what shape are we in?
I walked through
the combat messes.
Officers and enlisted
men during breakfast.
COLONEL KRASNOWICI: And?
They've all got the
same look, like old men.
They weren't
eating, just looking
around at the empty places.
Tomorrow, the brass want
to see all group commanders
and their deputies
at headquarters
to work out future strategy.
Right.
Jim, if it meant not having to
send my boys over there again,
I swear that I would fly every
damn combat mission myself!
By myself.
All those missing faces, they'll
haunt me to the day I die.
[harmonica music playing]
MARIO: What do you want, Hymie?
Me and Krotnik just been
to the hospital to see Buzz,
our [inaudible] gunner.
- Yeah?
How's he doing?
Great, they said.
Be up and about in no time.
I'm sitting there
talking with the guy
and he starts to
hemorrhage and there's
blood all over the place.
And before anybody could--
he just died.
I seen them come around with the
bag and clear out his locker.
There ain't nothing left.
Uh, Peter--
I'm doing it right.
No, it's fine.
But you don't have to.
I've got to remember
to keep [inaudible] up.
Can't just do nothing.
All right.
But there's no
compulsion, you know?
Bed all right?
Fine.
Mr. Blair, I got
myself in a muddle.
I don't know what
to do for the best.
It's Mum and Letty.
Yes?
Well, I've deserted them.
Left them to it, haven't I?
Well, I suppose you could say
that, in a manner of speaking.
They do need me there.
You know, it strikes me-- it's
not your mother that needs you,
nor even Letty.
It's your dad.
He's the one.
What's up with you?
It's them down the labor.
They say I can't work
at Dereham's anymore.
JACK: Do they?
I told this bloke
all about the Major.
Well, who's going to
look after him while Mrs.
Dereham's at the hospital and
Miss Pat's working on the farm,
I said.
And what about in here?
JACK: Yes?
Oh, they went off,
they had a talk about it.
They came back, they
said they were sorry,
but I've been directed
to the parachute factory.
Well, what am I going
to tell the major?
You'll-- you'll have
to tell him the truth.
Oh, I can't, Dad.
I just can't!
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON
RADIO]
[glass shattering]
Oh, damn!
It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I've got you!
Come-- are you all right?
I'm sorry, darling.
I didn't mean to shout at you.
PATRICIA: Daddy, what
were you trying to do?
My favorite picture
of your mother.
Clumsy fool that I
am, I've ruined it.
PATRICIA: It's not too
bad, it can be mended.
MAJOR DEREHAM: She
wore those the evening
we went to hear [inaudible]
at the Queen's hall.
Now she's late.
And tomorrow, she'll be
rushing about London all day.
Yes.
It always has to be
Mummy, doesn't it?
She never lets anybody
else try to help.
Well, I don't think
anyone else could--
could do half as
well as your mother
does in getting things
for the hospital.
Especially out of that
stingy lot at the Ministry.
Well, everybody knows that.
And I suspect that
she knows it, too.
That's why it's not
Mummy I'm worried about.
It's you.
MAJOR DEREHAM: What?
Oh, good grief.
You don't have to
worry about me.
I'm not going to
rust away forever.
[bell ringing]
Last orders,
please, gentlemen.
Thank you!
You all right?
I can't get a word out of him.
Well, then, I shouldn't try.
Dad!
Look, they fair
had stuff bashed
out of them this last week.
I know that.
And their pride's been
hurt, I shouldn't wonder.
Just give him time.
Well, what's the
matter with him?
Look, if he thinks he's
made a mistake in spite
of all that's been
said, then he should
just come right out with it.
We're supposed to be engaged!
No, I haven't forgotten
that any more than he has!
But he could hardly
bring himself to say hello!
Look, he's got two
things on his mind--
you and the war.
KROTNIK: Evening, Mr. Berwash.
Mr. Krotnik.
Beer?
I'll have two beers, Jack.
JACK: Pints?
Yeah, pints.
Look who's here!
Excuse me, Mr.
Berwash, but most
of us here in Market
Weatherby-- well,
most of us knew those lads.
You know, the ones
that didn't come back.
And, well, I'd like to
say on everybody's behalf
how sorry we are.
Well, we're sorry, too, Jack.
A couple of days ago, we
were drinking with them.
But they're dead and gone.
And being sorry for
them sure as hell
won't get us back in the
air to fly another mission.
Facts are, we're at war.
And their job is finished.
And for the rest
of us, it won't do
much good to be looking back.
Stick with the living, Jack.
It's not the dead who
need your sympathy.
Here, Vi.
JACK: Thanks, Mr. Berwash.
[door creaking open]
- Hi, Skip.
Hymie.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Hey, Hymie.
Make it a third,
would you, Jack?
You see?
He's got a war on his hands.
He's being pulled in
different directions.
So don't make things any
more difficult for Chuck
than they are already.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: You sure?
LIEUTENANT KROTNIK:
, Sure I'm sure.
Squeezed it out of that
old woman, Lester Carson,
after I twisted his arm.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: No
mission for two weeks?
Two weeks, stand down for
the whole 8th Bomber Command.
Lord knows we need it.
Anybody says the
8th don't deserve it
and I'll kick his
teeth down his throat.
You know what?
I'm going to get good
and drunk every day.
And nights?
Nights, too.
Hey, guys!
Listen!
Tomorrow, you saps got
leave coming to you.
I'm taking you to London.
- What?
CAPTAIN BERWASH: OK, look, I'll
have a truck outside the gate
after lunch tomorrow.
Be there or I'll have your
hides for shoe leather.
Thanks, Skipper, but--
CAPTAIN BERWASH: No arguing!
Just meet me there.
What are you
complaining about?
It'll be a chance to get out
of this dump for a while!
One day, maybe Chuck
will thank me, eh?
One day, maybe he'll
bust you in the mouth.
[bell ringing]
JACK: Time, gentlemen, please!
Gentlemen?
OK, let's go.
Come on, Elmer.
Come on!
I'm waiting for Chuck!
Out, out, out!
You heard what he
said, the Skipper.
I can't not go.
What about our
day at the seaside?
Vi, all you ever
get to see in here
is a bunch of clowns
horsing around.
But up there, we're one crew.
I'm part of them.
They're part of me.
One of us screws up, we're dead.
No second chance.
It's been a tough week.
I can't not go.
[bell ringing]
JACK: Time, gentlemen, please!
[music playing on radio]
Darling!
Thought I'd never get away.
Sorry I'm so late.
Tired?
I thought you'd
have gone to bed.
MAJOR DEREHAM: Pat
went up ages ago.
Remember this?
You haven't been
waiting up for me?
No, no.
No, I'm all right.
Um, sorry about that, darling.
It was my fault. I know
things are difficult to get
repaired these days.
It's all right.
I'll get it seen to.
Really.
Darling, I had
a telephone call.
It's-- it's bad
news, I'm afraid.
You'll be as upset
as I am, I'm afraid.
Bertie.
Bertie?
Bertie from the war house.
You remember how he was
always joking about being
there for the duration?
Well, he had to take over a
brigade a month ago in Sicily.
A landmine blew him to pieces.
Darling, there's no point in
my starting up those stairs
every evening, hanging
on the banisters.
I thought I'd sleep down here.
- But Ronnie--
We can have a proper bed
made up in my study tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
I don't have to
stay up in London.
You stay up there.
Go and see a show or something.
Enjoy yourself.
God knows you get
little enough fun.
Oh, darling.
Poor old Bertie, hmm?
I suppose all things
considered, I should count
myself lucky, bloody lucky.
Well, hello.
Thank you for coming.
I wanted to.
Jim.
Jim, I can't see you again.
I know we're bound to at the
hospital and the village,
everywhere where there
are other people, but--
you know what I mean.
Do you understand?
I understand.
I understand that you
love me and I love you.
What I don't understand is how
you can pretend it isn't true?
You don't know.
Helen.
You-- you can't begin to
understand what it means.
What?
Do you think because I
can't stop thinking about you
that I don't still live Ronnie?
Do you?
JAMES: Don't go.
Don't go, not like this.
Goodbye, Jim.
JAMES: When can we talk?
- There's nothing to talk about.
Today?
Tonight?
How about tonight?
I am going to London tonight.
For good?
No.
I've got a meeting.
There's still a war
to be fought and won.
Perhaps--
JAMES: What?
Perhaps a few hours
away from all this
will bring me to my senses.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
JAMES: Oh, that's OK.
I'll hold.
When do you expect
to be back, Jim?
You and the Colonel?
When the big [inaudible]
is through with us.
Ah, thanks.
Now, you're sure about that?
All right.
I'm much obliged to you.
Oh, and Colonel
Krasnowici asked me
to thank all you good people
for the wonderful help
you've been giving us.
Thanks again.
Goodbye.
When we've all worked out future
strategy, that's when, Lester.
Keeping our own
group in the air,
flying missions day after day.
I mean, last week,
the 8th Bomber Command
made its most
determined, intensive,
and sustained effort in
its entire existence.
You think I ever asked
for maximum effort?
You've got it.
Well, I've pieced
it all together here.
On Saturday, over
300 B-17s hammered
Heroya, Tranam and
Bergen. Sunday,
it was us, Kiel and Warnemunde.
Lester.
On Monday, we hit
Hamburg and Hanover
with another 300 heavies.
And Wednesday, it
was 8ths deepest
penetration yet, Aschersleben.
There are some fools
already calling it blitz week.
Anything in there
about the 8th's losses?
Huh?
Over 90 crews killed,
missing, or wounded.
Over 100 B-17s.
An exceptional week.
How's headquarters going
to assess all that?
That's not for you to ask,
Lester, or me to answer.
Coming!
Only one question to put to
Big Ira about future strategy.
How many more blitz weeks
before he finds he's got
no goddamn bomb groups left?
ALBERT: Peter!
Peter!
Yeah?
Have you seen Mr. Bottone?
No.
Thought not.
Well, he's late, isn't he?
Messing me about.
I got things to
do, people to see.
PETER: Shall I say you want
him if I see him, Uncle Sid?
It's not just me son!
There's Letty and all.
He's neglecting her, isn't he?
What about Letty
Well, you'd see for
yourself the state
she was in if you was still
at home, wouldn't you?
It breaks my heart, Jack, seeing
how she feels about Mario.
You can't tell a
girl like her she's
got eyes like deep
pools one day,
then not bother
seeing her for a week!
You can tell him that, Peter.
Tell him I said so.
Oh, talk of the devil!
What?
That's all right, mate.
There's no rush.
I've only been waiting an hour.
Listen, wiseguy, I got
five minutes before I miss
my transport back to the base.
Then you ain't got time
for a drink, have you?
Sit down.
Come on, what's the
big deal this time?
The deal, my
son, is the biggest
thing I've ever dreamt up.
All right.
The gala dance, we
made a packet, right?
Yeah, after you coughed
up my end of the proceeds,
we did, right?
- Now, come on.
Don't be like that.
Look, how d'ya feel
about us making
a packet like that every week?
What, an Independence
Day dance every week?
You're nuts.
Would you listen?
Look, those mates of yours up
at the base, what have they
got their tongues
hanging out for?
A number one priority, can't
think of nothing else, eh?
Money?
Getting a big medal for
conspicuous gallantry in
the face of overwhelming odds?
What is this, a quiz?
- Getting the first spot home?
- Dames.
Right, my son!
Dead right.
Dames.
Now, my close friend and
London business associate,
Benny, he counts among
his personal friends
some of the classiest,
friendliest,
most patriotic girls in London.
Know what I mean?
The like of which
you, my son, have
never clapped your eyes on.
So you figure we can get the--
It'll be our pleasure
to arrange for these dames
to meet your mates, for
which they will pay highly
for the privilege, I might add.
And you and me, my
son, will be quids in.
Well, don't fall over
yourself, will ya?
I've gotta see
the dames first.
Don't be daft, I'm
only the middle man!
Look, you can take
my word for it!
These are the--
I see the-- (QUIETLY)
dames first or no deal.
How-- Benny won't like that.
I don't give a
damn about Benny.
But I've got to go.
Look, all right.
All right.
All right.
Look, how soon
can you get a pass
to come up the Smoke, then, eh?
Up the what?
Up the Smoke.
Up to London, up
to Smoke, you berk!
Well, how am I
supposed to know that?
Right.
How soon, eh?
I'm going this afternoon.
Eh?
Thank you.
It's packed out.
It's overbooked.
The bar's closed!
I think I'm going
to go up to my room.
But I'm not meeting
Dickie till 9 o'clock!
It's four floors up.
There is no lift.
Why don't you come for a moment?
Anything Anything just to
get out of these shoes.
Oh, what a perfectly
beastly room!
It's all right.
It's rather nice.
At least I have my own bath.
I suppose when this
was a family house,
the slavey had it,
poor little cow.
Well, by the time I get back,
I'll be too tired to notice.
The shoe.
My God, Helen.
You don't know
how lucky you are.
Lucky?
Busy as a bee with
your so patriotic duties
and your hospital
and your family.
I've got nothing, nobody.
- What about Dickie?
Dickie?
I'll bet what's probably
happened is Dickie's been stood
up by his latest girlfriend.
Oh, you don't
really think that?
Yes, of course.
I come second or third best.
And I know it.
And like a fool, I
still come running.
Nothing's easy for
any of us these days.
This evening,
I've got a chance--
a 100 to 1 chance-- of picking
up the pieces of my life
and sticking them
together again.
Well, do you know that's
what you really want?
PHYLLIS: Yes, I do.
I do.
But I'll probably
make a muck of it.
Dickie will probably
come to the conclusion
he was right after
all about our divorce.
Whereas you-- you and
your amusing, charming,
ever-loving Ronnie, you know
just where you are with him,
don't you?
- Yes.
PHYLLIS: Your whole
life is straight path
from the cradle to the grave.
No mistakes, no failures,
no emotional complications--
For God's sake, Phyllis!
You're being ridiculous!
Why can't you be
grateful and glad
that Dickie wants to see you?
He wants company!
He wants a chance to
forget mines and torpedoes
and living in wet
clothes day and night.
Only you know if you
really want him back.
But you don't have to
seduce him or impress him.
Just be yourself!
That's what he's coming for.
I just want to stay here.
You mean for my sake.
A Well, partly.
Oh, now, come on, Pat.
That's not on.
You've got your
own life to lead.
You'll regret not going
back to Cambridge.
The war's not going to
last forever, you know.
Only partly.
And partly-- I think
Mummy knows what I mean.
You don't want to
talk to me about it?
All right.
Look, it's sort of
complicated at the moment
between Mummy and me.
I see.
PATRICIA: Well, I know
she's having a terrible time
at the moment with the hospital
and all the extra jobs people
keep giving her.
- Hmm.
And me.
- No, Daddy, not you.
Is this something
to do with a man?
Can't you see, Daddy?
She's being so selfish and
thoughtless and unfair!
How do you mean, unfair?
Unfair to you?
To us both!
No.
You can't walk out
on me twice in one day.
My friend, the bartender,
says he's got vodka!
A real Russian vodka!
Vodka, please.
For two.
How did you find me?
Phoned your secretary
at the hospital.
- Jim.
- Now, you can't bawl her out.
She had no reason
not to tell me.
That's three and
sixpence, please, sir.
All right.
Actually, would
you care to sit down?
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
Now, we'll have this.
And maybe we'll have another.
Then we'll find
some place to eat.
No, we won't.
Helen.
You can't have
forgotten what I said.
Forgotten?
No.
Well?
Don't you like it?
I've never had vodka before.
Ah, you can't insult our
gallant Russian allies.
Here's to us.
Well?
Jim, this is silly.
I must go.
You know, I just left
Rufus after meeting
with the top brass, and I still
can't get my way with him?
Any other CO takes it as normal
his exec flies combat missions,
but not Rufus.
He won't let me go out again,
thinks it's too dangerous!
I'm glad.
No, too dangerous
for the group,
Rufus means, to be
left without a leader.
But I'm working on him.
And one of these mornings,
I'll be up there again
with the rest of the boys.
Now suppose-- just suppose--
I go out on that mission
and don't come back.
Now, how will you
feel then about not
sharing this evening with me?
Just one evening together.
That is the worst, the
most unforgivable, the most
blatant blackmail I've--
You're right.
It's the very worst.
Come on, come on!
Just give me a few minutes!
Then you can go
wherever you want!
I got to meet Sid!
Howdy, ma'am!
This here's the
Bowsprit Pub, right?
But it said--
- Come on, let's go.
- No!
I've got important
business with Sid.
I got to meet him.
Come on, it says it's the--
All right, all right.
It's called the Bowsprit.
MARIO: Big deal!
And it was here
before you were born.
And if Jerry don't drop
a bomb down the chimney,
it'll be here after you've gone!
Now, what's your fancy?
I'm looking for a
buddy of mine, English.
Sid Davis.
You know him?
Yeah, I know him.
If I see him, I'll tell him.
Mario?
What?
Get a load of that.
See, ma'am, what
we're looking for is--
It's pretty obvious what
you're looking for, handsome.
Scotch whiskey, ma'am.
Oh!
I might find a little
nip for you, love.
Don't know about your pals.
Well, why don't we
just start with some beer
and go on from there.
All right, four pints.
And I'm Mavis.
I'm Red.
Well, guys, this is London.
What do you think, huh?
I think we're going
to have a great time!
- Here, Elmer.
- Oh, thanks.
She's breaking my heart.
Huh?
She looks just like Rosie.
DOLLY: Are you going to
buy us a drink, then?
I'm going to buy the
whole bar, come on!
Well, I'll have a
pint of mild, please.
A pint of mild, right.
Oh, shoot.
MAVIS: Cheers.
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Cheers.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Chuck, brought you down here
to clear your head some.
Aren't you glad you came?
You know, Skip, I've
been thinking about that.
Yeah?
To tell you the honest
truth, I don't know
what the hell I'm doing here.
All that about me being
the only girl in the world,
and the first chance he
gets, he's off up to London
for a good time.
You can't trust them.
Trust who?
Them Ginger Rogers
jerks, that's who.
Me, I'm different.
Next Next time I see him, I'm
going to tell him what he can
do with his rotten mouth organ.
Rosie, will you
forget about Elmer?
We're talking about me!
Yeah.
The guy is just
another stumblebum.
Hymie!
A 200% meathead stumblebum.
Hymie, you can't say that!
Say what?
Stumble--
Stumblebum?
Shh!
What's wrong with stumblebum?
Really?
I didn't know that.
Hey, Vi, would you mind
going up to the Derehams?
No.
Well, do you mind?
No.
There's a little
job to be done.
Tact and diplomacy.
[distant laughter]
[air raid sirens blaring]
Hell, wouldn't you know it?
HOTEL EMPLOYEE: All guests!
We'd better go back down.
No.
Time enough when the bombs come.
HOTEL EMPLOYEE: All guests!
It's time to make their
ground floor, please!
It's still daylight.
It must be a false alarm.
I saw a bomber once
in search lights.
It looked rather pathetic.
Doesn't it ever get dark?
Of course, when double
British summertime ends.
Don't mind staying up here?
No.
If we are bombed--
- What then?
They'll find us,
our bodies together.
Poor Ronnie.
Hello, Vi.
VI: Hello, sir.
Nice to see you again.
Darling, do we have any coffee?
- Oh, no, thank you.
- You sure?
- Yes, thank you.
- Well, sit down.
Please, sit down.
Thank you.
Sir, I'm sorry to
come so late, but Dad
wanted you to know about Rosie.
Oh, yes.
The first thing tomorrow
morning, she has to start
work at the parachute factory.
Oh, I see.
Well, there we are.
You see, nobody's allowed
domestic servants these days.
I'm very grateful you took
the trouble to tell me, Vi.
VI: Rosie, she couldn't bring
herself to tell you, sir.
Oh.
She's that upset about it.
That's all right.
I understand.
You tell her that she
shows great feelings.
Well, um, what do we do now?
Well, Mummy will have to give
up her work at the hospital
and stay at home here
to look after things.
Oh, no, I don't
think things are
quite that drastic, darling.
Listen, what about Nanny?
Nanny?
Yeah.
You think we could
persuade her to up sticks,
come all the way down here?
I don't know.
Think we could?
It's worth a try, isn't it?
She's terribly old, Daddy.
MAJOR DEREHAM: Oh,
don't let you--
don't let her hear you say so.
I'm sorry, Vi.
This must be very
boring for you.
And anyway, I have been remiss.
It's--
Sir?
MAJOR DEREHAM: It's
only because I--
anyway, please receive my
belated but very best wishes.
VI: Oh, thank you, Sir.
His name is Chuck.
MAJOR DEREHAM: An American.
Well, I'm sure that
you'll both be very happy.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, Mrs. Dereham's in London
this evening, Rosie said.
MAJOR DEREHAM: Yes.
VI: Well, there's this
fellow in the pub.
And he says there's a
raid on up there now.
Oh, dear.
VI: In case you want to
telephone or anything.
Oh, well, it doesn't
do to worry, Vi.
Mrs. Dereham and I
have an arrangement.
We only telephone each other
in extreme emergencies.
But thank you.
I'll forget my head next.
What's this?
Good heavens, more whiskey.
Dad says he's sorry
about Rose leaving you.
Well, that's hardly
your father's fault.
He says he knows one or two
round here would like that,
but wouldn't appreciate it.
And a few more would appreciate
it, but don't deserve it.
And he'd like you
to have it, sir.
BAR PATRONS: (SINGING)
Roll out the barrel,
we'll have a barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel, we've
got the blues on the run.
Zing, boom, tarrarel, ring
out a song of good cheer.
Take no notice of them!
I ain't!
They're only jealous.
Cor, isn't he cuddly?
You're right, Skip.
No, you're right.
No one knows what it's like,
unless they've been up there
and come back.
OK, OK.
Dry your eyes and drink up.
I mean, what do
they know about it?
Nothing.
Look, it's a short life, kid.
Enjoy it!
Mavis?
Chuck here wants more beer.
No, I don't want any more.
I do apologize
for my boys, Mavis.
Got them tensed up,
watching their buddies get
shot to pieces week after week.
Knowing any day
now, it'll be them.
Or you, Red.
Yeah.
Or me.
Hey, Sid!
Sid!
Over here, You Sid!
Hello, Sid.
Say, what do you want?
Where's Benny,
MARIO: Hey, hey, hey.
Come on!
You saw what those guys did!
Yeah, I did!
MAVIS: Listen, sonny.
The two gentlemen with
Sid, they're Benny's--
Yeah, yeah, I know
all about Benny.
You know Sid's been messing
about with Benny's girl?
Yeah?
And Benny don't like it.
So if you're a friend of Sid's,
sonny, don't go advertising it
all around the Bowsprit.
Understand?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Chuck.
All these gorgeous
dames here, and here's
you crying in your beer.
What's so special
about this Vi dame?
Show me one more gorgeous
dame, Skip, and so help me.
You're not, uh,
his girl, are you?
Not me.
Well, well.
[inaudible] you're pushing
in where it's not wanted.
Why don't you get your
snout out of my beer.
[women screaming]
ENGLISH SOLDIER: Come
on, let's have him!
ELMER: Hey, you
guys, this is not--
What the hell did you
do that for, Skip?
What?
I was going to flatten him--
DOLLY: Elmer!
He can't swim!
Oh, God, he's all--
oh, look at my dress!
It took me weeks to
save up with my coupons
and now it's soaking!
Oh, look what you've done!
[english soldier coughing]
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Well,
Elmer, what do you think?
It's time to pay for the beer.
My friend, the bartender.
[air raid sirens blaring]
Primitive, but [inaudible]
(WHISPERING) Helen?
I want you.
God knows I want you.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
It's not all right.
If I had the morals--
I can't even commit
adultery properly.
Let me tell you something.
First day we met,
I had you figured.
Where I'd come from, the
kind of people I mix with,
we know all about your type.
Who?
Classic rich bitch.
English aristocrat.
Chilly as an iceberg.
Me?
JAMES: You.
Then something happened.
I didn't like it.
I had to go through
the painful business
of breaking down my
cherished prejudice
and see you as you are.
And from that moment,
my head and heart
haven't stopped spinning.
I don't know what to do.
I know what I ought to do.
I'm not strong enough.
I thought I could cope.
I'm a born coper.
You ask anybody in
Market Weatherby.
I could cope with the
awfulness of the hospital.
Your young men,
shattered, looking
to me for help and strength.
I could cope with the war,
the endless, miserable,
exhausting, bloody war.
I could even cope with Ronnie
trying to grin and pretend
his life isn't a ruin.
I thought I could stand like a
rock in the middle of my family
and let the war wash
over us when it's gone.
It isn't the war.
It's me.
So whatever you do,
don't ever marry a sailor.
I'll try and remember.
That's one and nine
pence, please, madam.
Sailors are always
married already.
If not to some whore
in Portsmouth or Peru,
then they're married
to their bloody ship.
And there's nothing a girl
can do about that, is there?
Thank you, madam.
Didn't he turn up?
Turn up?
My darling, I've been
stood up by my own husband.
Ex-husband.
Sorry to hear it, ma'am.
Me too.
I even telephoned his ship.
They tried to from Dorchester.
Asked some half-witted
Admiral what they
were doing with my husband.
Would I mind waiting
a couple of hours
while they stoked the
funnel, painted the boiler?
Oh, some damned thing.
BARTENDER: I don't
know who it hits worse.
What?
The war.
The men away, fighting.
The women at home, waiting.
Hmm.
The fighting I can put up with.
It's all the other things.
I've left messages for
him all over London.
If he wants me, he
knows where to find me.
[phone ringing]
Yes, all right.
All right, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Hello?
Mr. Dereham?
I'm sorry, what
number are you calling.
This is Dereham House,
[static]
We seem to have a
very bad line here.
I'm talking about your wife.
Who is this?
[inaudible speech and static]
The line really is appalling.
Sharing her room with a man.
An American.
(SINGING) The
pale moon was rising
above the Green Mountain.
The sun was sinking in
beneath the blue sea.
Where a stray--
Would you shut up, Chuck?
I've been robbed.
Dolly, she kept putting
her arms around me,
telling me I was cuddly.
She's got my wallet!
Where's Red?
Red?
Will you shut up?
Red!
MARIO: We're not
supposed to be here!
Red!
You naughty boy.
It's after my time.
Do you want to
lose me my license?
Dolly.
She's got my wallet!
Well, never mind, love.
It's only money.
Only?
What are you beefing about?
Enjoyed yourself, didn't you?
Some things more important
than money, hey, handsome?
CAPTAIN BERWASH: Mavis.
MAVIS: What love?
CAPTAIN BERWASH: It's
getting kind of late.
MAVIS: Oh.
We've got to get on back.
Oh, well, needs must
when the devil drives.
Far to go?
No, Suffolk, Market Weatherby.
- Eh?
- Yeah, sure.
Well, you can't!
Not this time of night!
We'll grab a taxi.
That'll cost a fortune!
Sure.
But it's only money.
Come on, let's go.
Not a sound, now, boys.
All clear.
Don't worry, love.
I'll kill Dolly when I see her.
Thanks.
Good night.
Mavis?
What, love?
When you see
Sid, kill him, too.
Well, Chuck.
Give my love to your girlfriend.
Vi, isn't it?
Yeah.
Sure.
Thanks, Mavis.
I'll do that.
Well, Red.
Well, Mavis.
You're a hell of a fine lady.
Good night, Mavis.
[bell ringing]
Sorry, sir.
I'm shut.
I'm looking for a lady.
Oh, yes, sir?
Yes.
This is the Windsor Park Hotel?
Yes, sir.
I'm hours late, but she
did say she'd be here.
The name's Lambourn.
Tall, fine dark
hair, about my age.
Very well dressed lady, sir?
Probably.
She was here, Commander.
Sat right there, hours on end.
When all of a sudden,
she just departed.
She didn't leave a
message for anybody?
[soldiers singing in distance]
It's all Skip's
fault. I should've
stayed here, gone for a drink
at The Plough with my Rosie.
You are Rosie.
Hey, wait till
the morning, huh?
Then beat each
other's brains out.
[playing blues on mouth harp]
[soldiers groaning]
MARIO: Shut it off, will you?
I want to get some sleep.
[music playing]
[theme music]