All language subtitles for Johnny.In.The.Clouds.1945.1080p.BluRay

This was an airfield.

Now not a soul is here.

Empty.

Empty hangers.

The control tower.

Once the very
nerve-center of the airfield

and now, derelict.

No more happy landings.

The crew room.

Telephone numbers
scribbled on the wall.

A pin-up girl.

A name, Johnny.

A sign on the floor.

All that is left of
people who lived here.

And now, sheep are
returning to this English field,

once mentioned in
the Doomsday Book.

It was very different in...

Okay, thanks, Shorty.

- Goodbye, good luck.

- Thanks.

- Pilot Officer Penrose, Sir?

Yes.

- Oh, I'm your batman, Sir.

Jones is the name.

- Oh, right.

- This is your chest
of drawers, Sir.

Flight Lieutenant Archdale,

he's been keeping a
lot of his stuff in here, Sir.

But if you speak to him nicely,

he won't mind moving them.

He's a nice gentleman,
Mr. Archdale.

- Is that his tunic?

- Yes, Sir.

That's his best.

The one he wears when
he goes into Shepley.

He's got a good reason
for going to Shepley,

If I know anything.

All the fuss he makes about
his buttons in the evening.

He got this ♪.F.C., Sir

for that low level do
over at Rotterdam.

I expect you read about it?

- Yes, I did.

Is there a raid on?

- Er, no, Sir.

Well at least not here.

It's over at Malsden,
seven miles away.

Jerry's been giving it to them
all the morning, poor devils.

- Yes, I thought I heard
the Sirens going in Shepley.

- Oh, we don't take shelter
for the sirens here, Sir.

But if you hear
whistles being blown.

You take my tip and
run like a ruddy rabbit.

- Jonesy, you silly clot.

You sent me dicing
without my lighter.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Sir.

I took it away to mend it.

It won't take a minute.

I had no idea you
were flying, Sir.

- I've just been up on an
air test and what happened?

I come in to land,
side slip to miss one

of those damned bomb craters,

get myself caught up in
someone else's slip-stream

and ruddy nearly
pranged the kite.

Bounced for 10 minutes.

Lucky the C.O. didn't see it.

- I'm ever so sorry, Sir.

I'll go and get it now.

Oh, Mr. Penrose, Sir.

He just got.

- Oh, hello.

I heard you were coming.

My name's Archdale.

- Ye, I know.

- I say, I've taken up much
more room than I should.

I'll clear some of my stuff out.

- Oh, don't bother,
there's plenty of room.

- They're putting
you in my flight.

That's B Flight.

You're straight from
O.T.U, aren't you?

- Yes.

- What did they rate you?

Above average?

- No, average.

- Oh, well, we'll
soon change all that.

There's a bit of a
do on this afternoon

and it's apt to get a bit
chilly at 15 thousand.

- I thought that
daylight Blenheim

were doing mainly
low-level jobs?

- All levels, all jobs.

There's nothing the
old Blenheim won't do,

if you treat her right.

- Here you are, Sir.

- Ah, thank you, Jonesy.

- St. Christopher?

- Sort of, yes.

Now what are we gonna do

with all this stuff
of mine, Jonesy?

- Don't know, I'm sure, Sir.

Unless I can pinch a
chest of drawers from

that Mr. Thompson's room.

The one that
bought it yesterday.

- Oh, good idea.

- What's that thing mean?

- Oh that.

I got it in the Jerry
train in peace time.

It means, under the wash
basin, there finds itself a pot.

Well, I looked
under the wash basin

and I didn't find myself any
such thing, so I pinched it.

Sentiment's a bit crude,
but it's quite decorative,

don't you think?

Hell, that's Halfpenny Field.

Come on, quick.

- Where are the Hurries from?

Local Defence.

Attached to us.

- Fat chance, three against 30.

- Oh, I don't know.

- Hello, Tiny.

- Hello, David.

Frankly I'm scared.

Don't like them
as close as this.

- This is Penrose.

Just joined the Squadron.

Tiny Williams, Controller.

Shocking type.

- How do you do?

- Shh, I thought I
heard something.

Let's get to the shelter.

- Right through to the end.

Come on, don't jam the doorway.

Hurry up.

- Where did that one fall?

- By the market
square, it looks like.

Duck!

- Close?
- Fairly.

- I hear as how
they hit a shelter over

at the Marston this morning.

Over 50 dead
and lots still buried.

- Kick him, somebody.

- I'm only telling
you what I heard.

- The trouble is,

you always hear such
ruddy depressing things.

- Funny how Jerry always
comes over at our PT time,

Serg, isn't it?

- Don't you worry, my boy,
you won't miss your PT.

- More ruddy craters.

It makes you sick.

You break your
back filling them in.

And Jerry comes over
and digs up some more.

- There's the C.O.

This is Pilot
Officer Penrose, Sir.

He arrived today.

- How do you do?

- How do you do, Sir?

- Any relation of Nipper
Penrose, 840 Squadron?

- No, Sir.

- Grand type, old Nipper.

How many hours have
you don in Blenheim's?

- 15, Sir.
- 157

What do they think they're
doing at O.T.U.'s these days?

I know it's a bit of a
flap on at the moment

but 15 hours, it's a
bit thick, I must say.

- He passed out pretty
hight in his course, Sir.

- Did you?

Good show.

Above average?

- Er, no, Sir, average.

- Well, I can't promise you
much time to settle down.

The Squadron's pretty hard
worked just at the moment.

- Yes, Sir.

- All clear.

Come along to Crew
Room, meet the blokes.

- Right, Sir.

- Well, if Jerry thinks he
can put Halfpenny Field out

of action, he's
making a big mistake.

As long as we've got
200 clear yards of turf,

we'll get off somehow.

Line shoot.

These fighter types, you know.

Top button undone.

Victory rolls.

Bad show, I think.

That's two of them.

Can you see the third?

- No, Sir.

- Mind you,

I'm not saying you're not
doing a good job at the moment.

- No, Shepley, 165.

Hello?

Golden Lion?

Who's that, Fred?

Flight Lieutenant Archdale here.

No, no, don't bother her now.

I just wanted to know that
everything was all right.

- Who's that, Fred?

Its the aerodrome, Madam.

Flight Lieutenant Archdale.

Just wanted to know
if we were all right.

- Hold on, Sir, I'm
putting you through now.

- Hello, David.

No, nothing at all near here.

Well, not really near.

How's the airfield?

Good.

Thank you for ringing.

Your snapshots?

Yes, I've had them
developed for you.

- Good show.

I'll be down tonight.

- Oh, David?

- Sir?

- You won't be going
on this afternoon's trip.

Arthur?
- Sir?

- You will lead B Flight.
- Right, Sir.

- Penrose?

I'm sending you up with Penrose

to give him a look around,
see how he gets on.

The sooner we get him
operational the better.

- Can't Arthur go with him, Sir?

- No, David, sorry.

Now are we all here?

- Oh, that's all right.

- Oh, David?

You'd better take
a gunner with you.

Who was Thompson's gunner?

- Clarke, Sir.

- Sergeant Clarke?

- Sir?

- I'm sending you
up to stooge around

with Pilot Officer Penrose.

We don't want you running
to 500 plus Messerschmidts.

- No, Sir, we don't.

- So, you'd better
get a route from ops.

- Right, Sir.

Sergeant.

- Well, chaps.

As you know the
target for this afternoon

is exactly the
same as yesterdays

and the day before yesterdays
and the day before that.

Calais, Barge Concentrations.

- Now, let's see.

I think Bill Thompson
was about your size.

- Thanks.

- Superstitious?

- Oh, no, no.

- Just going to sign the 700.

I won't be a minute.

- Right.

♪ You are only a dream ♪

♪ That know you're close to me ♪

- Home Service has gone too.

- Punctual blighter, Jerry.

Same time yesterday.

Probably having another
big shot at reaching London.

- Well, Penrose, what go
you into the flying racket?

- Three pints of beer, I think.

Oh, I don't know really.

I had to do something about it

and felt I'd sooner do it
this way than any other.

- What did you do before that?

- I was a school master
at a secondary school.

Afraid, I'm just an amateur.

- There aren't any amateurs
and professionals anymore.

Just good pilots and bad pilots.

The good pilots stay alive

and the bad ones don't.

That's not true any more either.

- Thanks.

- Break your blooming
heart, wouldn't it?

- Just my luck, another
one of these 15 hour sprogs.

- Look out, here he is.

Afternoon, Sir.

- Good afternoon.

- Port engine's not giving
the revs she should, Sir.

Careful not to overheat her.

- Right.

- Course, she's a bit
overdue for a major, Sir.

But the Engineering Officer,
he says we can't spare her.

It's a wicked shame to
tret aircraft like this, Sir.

Mark my words, no
good will come of it.

- Thanks very much.

- It's the new bloke, Sir.

I bet his first take-off's
worse than mine was.

- I doubt it.

Well, he missed
the Control Tower.

- Come on chaps,
time to get cracking.

- Mr. Palmer.

- Fine sight, isn't it?

Hello.

- Oh, hello.

One missing, isn't there?

- Yes, we don't
know which one yet.

Have a good trip?

- Oh, not bad, just a
stooge around, you know.

- How do you like
flying Blenheim's?

- Very much.

They take a bit
of flying of course

but I'd sooner handle
them than most types.

- You've flown a lot of types?

- A fair number, you know.

A Blenheim's pretty easy.

I suppose they'll make me
operational straight away,

won't they?

- No.

You can't fly a Blenheim
to save your life.

And there's not only your
life to be considered either.

You'll go on operations
when I think you're fit

and not before.

- I only thought that with
the shortage of pilots...

- If I let you fly on ops
in your present state,

I'd only be adding
to the shortage.

That landing was ruddy awful.

Don't go, Tiny, I want to
speak to you presently.

If you make another
landing like that,

I'll send you back to O.T.U.

Battle of Britain or
no Battle of Britain.

- I'm sorry.

- Why didn't you go round again?

- I thought I could
get her down all right.

- Well, next time
you might remember

that you've got other
people flying with you.

- Right.

- Hello, Tiny.
- Hello, boys.

- The C.O. bought
it this afternoon.

That's what I wanted
to see you about, Tiny.

I suppose they'll
make me acting C.O.

- I see.

- I'll send another bloke up

with you this
afternoon, Penrose.

Do some circuits and bumps

- Yes, Sir.

- Penrose?

I think you'll make
a pilot all right.

- Thanks.

- Oh, hello, Sir.

- Hello, Sergeant.

Sorry about making
such a clot of myself.

- What do you mean, Sir?

That landing?

Ta.

I've had worse than
that, don't you worry.

Old Bill Thompson,
he used to be my pilot

till he bought it.

He used to do some real shakers,

then break every
rib bone in your body.

Poor Old Bill.

Yours was nothing.

- Thanks.

- Going Shepley way, Nobby?

- Yes, Sir.

- Well, jump in.

- Thanks very much.

- What about you, Penrose?

- Thanks very much, Sir.

Hello, Miss. Todd.

- Hello, Flight Lieutenant.

- This is Pilot Officer Penrose.

- How do you do?

- Don't forget to wipe your feet

before you go in the lounge.

I've told you dozens
of times before.

- Most terribly sorry.

- She the manageress?

- Hmm.

- Bit of a tartar, isn't she?

- Oh, her bark's
worse than her bite.

- Watcher boys!

Have a drink, I
think you deserve it.

Oh, no thanks.

- Oh, come on, don't be shy.

Palmer's the name.

- Oh, well this is
Pilot Officer Penrose.

- How are you?

- How do you do?

- Two large highland flings!

Must support the
old firm, you know.

Well, been giving those
old barges a caning?

That's the stuff.

Only leave a few Jerries
for the L.♪.V. you know,

I'm rather hot with my pike!

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Misses Winterton,
major and minor.

Mr?

- Penrose.

- How do you do?

- Would you care for a
drink, Miss. Winterton?

- No thank you, we don't drink.

- Oh.

What's that you're making?

- An air force pullover.

- For anyone particular?

- No, just for the
Comforts Fund.

- Oh.

It's a bit difficult making
those squiggle bits

around the collar, isn't it?

- No, it isn't really.

You see, when
you get to the end...

- Iris dear, I really
think we'd better go

and have our dinner now.

Otherwise we shall
find it's all been eaten

by the non-residents.

- Yes, Auntie.

- Oh, Miss. Todd?

You know I never
complain, but...

- Yes, Miss.
Winterton, will you come

to my office after dinner?

Iris?

Coming, Auntie.

- Now, it they'd drop a bomb on

Auntie, instead
of Ha'penny Field.

- She need it?

- Oh, hello.

- Hello.

Can I help you?

- Yes, here, you
wipe while I wash.

One of the bar boys
left this morning.

Called up.

- Oh.

- Did you go over
this afternoon?

- No, the Squadron did.

- How was it?

- We lost our C.O.

- Squadron Leader Carter?

I'm terribly sorry.

- Yes, it's a bad show.

- He was a great friend
of yours, wasn't he?

- I knew him pretty well.

- Is there any hope?

- No one saw him,
or his crew bale out.

They'll post them
as missing I suppose,

for three months anyway.

- I think if I had to hear
of someone was killed,

I'd rather hear at once,

than hear it first as missing.

- Yes, it is rather
an ugly word, isn't it?

I know a kind poem,
called "Missing".

- Do you?

- Less said the better,

the bill unpaid,
the dead letter.

No roses at the end
of Smith, my friend.

Last words don't matter,

for there are none flatter.

Words will not fill the
post of Smith the ghost.

For Smith, our brother,
only son of loving mother.

The ocean lifted, stirred,

leaving no word.

- You wrote that yourself?

- I try and say things I
feel that way sometimes.

Sort of hobby.

- I didn't know.

- You're the only one who does

or who ever will.

- Miss. Todd, glasses, please!

- Fine bar boy I am,
spouting poetry at you.

- The German Pilot
says to the girl guide,

"Which way is to the station?"

And she says, "I don't know,
I'm a parachutist here myself."

Not bad, hey?

- Yes, not bad.

Going to bed already?

- Eh, oh.

- Yes, Auntie doesn't
like staying up late.

- Well, I suppose
there's not very much

to stay up for in a
place like Shepley.

- No, there isn't.

- Is there a cinema?

- Oh, yes.

- Well, couldn't we go along...

- Iris dear, I thought I asked
you to get the room warm?

- Yes, Auntie.

- I sometimes wonder whether
these modern girls ever think

of anyone but themselves.

- Have one for the swing door!

- Oh, not thanks.

- Come along,
hello, we've had it.

It's past time.

- Oh well, never mind.

Here, hear about the
man in the shelter?

The woman in the shelter?

Wait a minute, ugh...

- You seen Archdale?

- No, but I shouldn't worry,
he's always last man out.

You know, love's old sweet song.

- So this man...
- Well, goodnight.

- Man, oh, cheerio!

Here, get me a
final one, will ya?

I've got a chill,
I have, honest.

Tell them, it's for
medicinal purposes.

- Mr. Palmer, you do
go on something awful.

- I kill 'em.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Miss. Todd.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight, David.

- Toddy.

What is the time?

I know we shall be late.

- There's plenty
of time, don't fuss.

There.

- This skirts
still far too long.

I shall tread on
it, I know I shall.

- No, you won't.

- Don't I look a sight?

- Yes, you do look a sight.

I'll get your bouquet.

Why, whatever's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Darling Toddy, good luck.

- Thank you.

- Ladies and gentleman.

I am glad to say that
to me has fallen the lot

to propose the health of the...

If I may coin the
phrase, happy pair.

Hear, hear!

- To the bridegroom
I would say this,

may his matrimonial take-off
be straight and smooth.

May his climb through the clouds

of married bliss be
swift and controlled.

May his navigation be
sure, his air speed steady

and my all his engines
troubles be little ones.

To the bride, I would
merely say this...

- Oh.

There's that man again.

We'd better get
down the shelter.

- Come on, slide
along, Corporal.

Slide along.

Up a wee bit, that's it.

- Thank you so much.

- More ruddy craters!

- Halfpenny Field.

Halfpenny.

That's a funny kind of a name.

- Huh, well it seems
in 1066 they only used

to pay a halfpenny rent for it.

That was our biggest
crater, over there.

By that Boston.

- That damn port engine

still not giving me
anything like the right boost.

Why wasn't it fixed?

- I thought it was, Sir.

We worked on it all morning.

- If you want to break
our ruddy necks you know,

you're going the
right way about it.

Now see it's fixed by
14:30 this afternoon, hey?

- Yes, Sir.

Shall I put it U.♪. then, Sir?

- I said fix it, didn't 1?

Yes, Sir.

- What's the matter, Dad?

- If you ask me, son,
I think it's about time

that young chad
had a bit of a rest.

- Yeah.

- This way, Sir.

This is the Officers mess.

- Oh.

- And this is the ante room.

- Gee, what a honey.

Hot digotty dog
what a bombing ship.

- And that's supposed
to be American?

- Quiet.

Yeah, Gentleman,
I'm telling you.

This B-17, or the Flying
Fortress as we call her

is surely the greatest bombing
ship that God ever made.

Why, it cruises at 650.

Well let's say 645,

we mustn't exaggerate,
must we gentlemen?

And furthermore, this bombing
ship is the only bombing ship

that will fly in every
decreasing circles,

until finally it
shoots itself down.

Or conversely it
disappears up its own...

Gosh!

- The B-17 is a mighty
fast machine, son

but I don't think it's
quite as fast as all that.

- No, Sir, I mean, yes, Sir.

I mean...

- I think I understand
what you mean.

- Would you, would
you have a beer, Sir?

- Oh, thank you.

- Gentlemen, Colonel Page.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Oh, thank you.

- Is it true, Sir, I mean
about the rumour?

- What rumour?

Oh, that.

Well as you'll all get to
hear about it sooner or later,

yes, it's perfectly true.

- That Halfpenny Field's
been taken over by the Yan...

By the American Air Force, Sir?

- By the Eighth Air Force.

- What sort of aircraft?

A-20's?

-No, B17's.

The Flying Fortress
as we call her.

You've had it again, Prune.

- Right, well tell her I'll
be right down, will you?

Oh, hello, Peter.

Is that engine all right?

- No, they're working on it now.

- Is it going to be U.♪.
For this do this afternoon?

- It better not be or I'll
murder that ground crew.

- What's the gen, Sir,
still the Middle East?

- Well, how would that
appeal to you, Prune?

- What do you
think of that, Peter?

Soft languorous
nights, a canopy of stars,

the magic of the orient.

I'm going to be a
shiekess' play thing.

- I've left that lighter
of mine at home,

will you come down
with me, Peter?

- Right.

- You wouldn't say no to a
shiekess would you, Peter?

Oh yes, of course,
I forgot you would.

Little Miss.
Thingy-me-bob at the Lion.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing at all.

- Well then, for
Pete's sake, shut up.

- Oh, by the way, Peter.

I was having an argument
with a bloke the other day,

how many trips have you done?

He said 417

- 43, why?

- Oh, this is what I said.

Well, that's not
bad for one tour.

- What do you mean, one tour?

- Well, after this
afternoons trip,

you would've finished
your first tour of Ops.

Congratulations, Peter.

- I'm not being
taken off flying, am I?

- Yes, for a bit.

Your posting came
through this morning.

Controllers course.

- Oh, my God.

Whose idea was all this?

Now, listen, David, I
came into R.A.F. to fly,

not to sit on the
ground using a lot

of brains I haven't got.

If you applied for me
to be taken off flying,

you damn well better apply
for me to be put back again.

- Yes, I don't blame you
for putting up a moan.

In fact, I knew you would.

That's why I didn't
tell you before.

- Ho could you have done it,

my posting only came
through this morning?

So, you did apply?

- Well, I guess I did.

Darling, where are you?

- Don't make such a
noise, you'll wake Peter.

Hello, Peter.

- Hello, Toddy.

- She's in there.

- Alone?

- She was.

- Good.

- How's our Peter?

- Come and have a look.

- Is it all right?

- Yes, why?

- Well, it looks
sort of screwed up.

- Well, of course
he looks screwed up.

So did you at his age.

- Not as screwed
up as all that, surely?

Are you sure it's not in pain?

- Of course not.

- Shall I pick it up?

- No, David, please don't.

You'll ruin my morning,
if you wake him.

And it's him, not it, please.

- It will always be it to me,

until it begins to look
a little more human.

There, that's the way to hold
a baby, our M.O. showed me.

- Oh, Oh.
- Oh, give him here.

Oh, Darling.

Did naughty Daddy wake you?

- Oh, Lord, naughty Daddy's
got to get the hell out of here.

Darling, I left my lighter
in our room, did you see it?

- No, it wasn't
with your things.

- Oh, I'll just dash
up and have a look.

- David.
- Huh-um.

- Is there something on?

Yes.

- I know I shouldn't ask,
but is it anything important?

- Oh, Lord, no, just the
usual stooge around.

- Oh, Darling.

- But surely we could have
dinner alone somewhere?

- Auntie would
never agree to it.

- Well, I'll ask her tonight.

As a matter of fact, I'll have
something to ask you too.

- Oh, anything very important?

- Well, it depends
which way you look at it.

- I can't find it, it must
be at the station after all.

- You will find it, won't you?

- Oh, yes, I'll
find it all right.

Yes, I think I know where it is.

- Give me a ring
when you get down.

- Have I ever forgotten?

- No, not yet.

- Well, Darling.

- Ah, there you are Miss. Todd.

I suppose I should
say Mrs. Archdale

but I can never get used to it.

There's something I
want to see you about.

- If you go down to my
office, Miss. Winterton,

I'll be with you
in five minutes.

- Now I'm up the stairs,

I think I'd better stay
up them, don't you.

They're so bad for
my heart, you know.

It's about my bottle
of Worcester sauce.

- Goodbye, Darling.

- Goodbye.

David?

- Yes, Darling?

- It doesn't matter.

- See you tonight.

- Now, I noticed this
morning at breakfast,

when we had fishcakes, remember?

And of course, I always like
Worcester sauce with fishcakes,

especially when they're
the least little bit tasteless.

I noticed that someone has
been tampering with my bottle.

- Peter?

Okay.

- Goodbye, David.

Goodbye.

- Well, see you tonight, hey?

- Promise?

- Promise.

Don't talk to any
strange men, will you?

Everything all right?

- If you have any
trouble with it now,

you can knock my ruddy head off.

- I will, if I'm
still here to do it.

- Keep in fairly
close going over.

- Right.

- How you feeling, all right?

- Course I'm feeling all right.

- I've got Prune standing
by, if you'd rather...

- I'm not a controller
yet, you know.

- Look, Pete.

You're not still sulking
with me, are you?

- I'm sorry, David,

it was a bit of a shock
hearing it like that.

- I know.

- I suppose 43 trips
is quite a lot, isn't it?

- A heck of a lot.

Coming down to the Lion tonight?

- You bet.

- Don't forget, keep in close.

R. Roger airborne, 11:00.

Bang on the dot.

- Hold it.

- Come in.

Oh, hello, Tiny.

- Hello, old man.

I've just heard.

I'm terribly sorry.

- Yes, bad show, isn't it?

- Yes.

How did it happen?

- Light flack emplacement on
the roof of the power station.

- I suppose there's no
chance that he might have...

- No.

He went straight in
it, from about 500 feet.

Caught fire at once.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- He should have evaded
after dropping his bombs.

He used to tell us
to to it often enough.

- I suppose he wanted
to mark the bursts.

- Hmm, I suppose so, yes.

That's how old
Campbell went, wasn't it?

- Your shoes, Sir.

Oh, thanks.

- Nice and clean now.

Mr. Parsons has
just told me the news

about Squadron
Leader Archdale, Sir.

- Yes, bad show, isn't it?

- Terrible, Sir.

Plain terrible.

I don't know when
I've been so upset.

He was my nicest gentleman.

Of course, it's worst
of all for you, Sir.

You being a
particular pal of his.

I...

- Nice room you've got here.

- Hmm, not bad, is it?

- No, I hate mine.

Do you mind if I ask the ♪
.N.C. if I can move in here?

- Yes, if you like.

- Peter, you're going to
tell his wife, aren't you?

- No.

- I think you should.

After all, you know her
much better than any of us.

- I said no, I won't do it.

- All right, just as you think.

- What's there to tell her?

Your husband crashed
into a hill in France

and got burnt,
we're all very sorry

because he was a good bloke
and we all liked him very much.

You'd better get the
Adjutant to write here one

of those letters of his,
he knows what to say.

God knows he's
had plenty of practise.

He'd got no right
to get married.

And have a kid.

We, none of us have.

- There's someone
here to see you, Madam.

He's out in the hall.

- Did he say what
he wanted, Elsie?

- Don't know, Madam.

It's Flying Officer Penrose.

- Thank you.

Hello, Peter.

Fred, Mr. Palmer wants
two whiskies and sodas.

- Very good, Madam.

- Come into my office, will you?

I know what you've
come to tell me, Peter.

- You do?

- Yes, you see, he
didn't ring up this evening

and I counted one plane missing

when you came
back over the town.

Tell me just one thing,

how much hope is there?

I see.

No hope at all.

- Not very much, I'm afraid.

- I thought perhaps,

there might have been
some question of missing.

It does happen, I know.

Someone bales out,
no one sees them

and then later they're
reported as pris...

- I'm afraid he was
too low to bale out.

His plane crashed
into a kind of a hill.

Whatever happened would
have been instantaneous.

- You saw it?

-Yes, I saw it.

- Thank you for
coming to tell me, Peter.

I know what it must
have meant to you,

but I couldn't have
born it from anyone else.

Thank you.

- I don't know what
to say, I'm afraid.

I've brought a few things down
which I found up in my room.

Nothing very important.

Just handkerchiefs
and socks and things.

Thought I'd better
bring them down.

Oh, and there was this piece
of paper with his writing on it

which I thought you might like.

- I can't see
without my glasses.

What is it?

- It's a bit of poetry, I think.

- Will you read it for me?

- Well...

- Please.

- Do not despair, for
Johnny head in air.

He sleeps as sound
as Johnny underground.

Fetch out no shroud,
for Johnny in the cloud.

And keep your tears
for him in after years.

Better by far, for
Johnny the bright star.

To keep your head
and see his children fed.

I suppose he must
have copied it out

of some book or something.

- Yes, I suppose he must.

- Is there anything else
that you would like me to do?

- No, thank you, Peter.

- I'll come down tomorrow
and see you, of course,

that's if you want me to?

- Yes, I'll want you to.

- Well, I'd better be
getting back to the station.

I've volunteered to take
someone's Orderly Officer.

- You have to work tonight?

- Oh, well, I said I
would, you know.

- I see.

- Oh, I forgot.

He left his lighter behind.

I found it after we got down.

Probably upset him a
bit having to fly without it.

- Yes, it would have done.

Thank you, Peter.

Hello.

- Oh, hello.

- So you kept your promise?

- What promise?

- To come down, see me.

- Well, I'm afraid I've got
to get back to the station.

- Oh, when shall I see you then?

- I don't know.

I'm awfully sorry about tonight.

You see...

Goodbye, you lucky people.

Give my love to the Yanks.

- And ours to the Arabs, too.

- I'll bring you back a
couple of nautch girls.

- I wonder what these
Yanks are going to be like?

Goodness only knows, old man.

- Present Arms!

- Would you mind, Sir?

- No, of course.

Here we go.

- Ah, thank you, Sir.

- Got it?

- Lovely.

- Hello, been looking
for you all over the place.

- What's going on?

- Got to get all your stuff out.

The Yanks have
taken over E Block.

- Oh, damn and blast!

Oh, I know.

You've got to be quick.

Excuse me, Sir.

- Where are they now?

- Oh, over in the
mess, wandering about,

chewing the cud,
shooting the bull

and calling each other Buddy.

- Buddy.

- Oh!

- Hello.

- Sorry to burst in, but
they told me number three.

- Oh, that's okay.

My name's Penrose.

- Mine's Hollis.

Johnny Hollis.

- Hi, hi.
- Hello.

- 'Fraid I haven't finished
getting all my stuff out yet.

- Oh, that's all right.

Take your time.

- Fine.

♪ Camp Town
ladies sing this song ♪

♪ Do-da, do-da ♪

Uner dem...

What's this?

- That?

Oh, that's just a
thing the bloke I used

to share this room with pinched

from a German
train in Peace Time.

♪ Camp Town race
track five miles long I

♪ Oh, do-da-day ♪

- What's it mean?

- It means, under the wash
basin there finds itself a pot.

I'll take it down in a minute.

- Oh, I'd kind of
like to keep it there.

- Hello, my jolly old fellow.

Boy, these English slay me.

There's an Orderly in
my room asking if I'd like

to be called in the
mornings with a cup of tea.

Excuse me.

- Oh, hello.

- That goon's name is Frizelli,
the Bombardier with me.

Flying Officer Penrose, Joe.

- Glad to know you.
- Hello.

- And this is Wally
Becker, Navigator.

- How are you?
- How do you do?

- Nice layout you got here.

- And what do you know, Joe?

They've got a lot of
women here, on the station.

- Hey, is that true?

- Well, there are
some W.A.A.F.s.

- Well, they're
girls, aren't they?

- Hm yes, I suppose so.

- That's all brother.

Are you moving out all together?

- No, I'm staying on
for a bit, I'm Controller.

- Oh, you're not a flyer then?

- No, I'm not a flyer.

- They had A-20s
here you know, Johnny.

Boston's they call them.

- Yeah, and not a
bad little ship that A-20.

- All right for reconnaissance.

- I'm not looking forward

to bringing a
Fort into this field.

- I'm not looking forward

to being in one
when you do, brother.

- We'd just better
make darn sure

we don't ever bring
our bombs back.

- Heck, we won't ever
bring our bombs back.

Our bombs are going
right where they're meant to.

Right on that little old target,

zonk, zonk, zonk, every time.

- Sure we're all
glad to know that.

- Oh, it won't be me.

It'll be the bomb sight.

Say there's nothing to
bombing with that little baby

to do all the work for you.

I tell you those Hunnies
are in for the shock

of their young lives.

Say have you ever
seen a Flying Fortress?

- Yes, from a distance.

- Like a trip in one?

- Oh, yes, I would.

Thanks very much.

- Not a real mission
of course, they...

I thought you said
you weren't a Flyer?

- Er, I'm not.

I was once though.

- What you fly?

- A20s, just reconnaissance
work you know.

Well, I'll see you
all in the mess.

- Well of all the dirty tricks.

- It's that big
mouth of yours, boy.

You had it coming to you.

- Yeah.

Dash bad form, old boy.

- Bit of a cow shot, old man.

- Tea?

- Tea.

- I say.
- Yeah?

- Can I have some
more milk, please?

- Sure thing.

Hey, Spud, any more hot milk?

- Not hot, cold.

Hot in coffee, cold in tea.

- Anything you say.

It's your tea.

- Hello, Tinker.
- Hello, Tinkerbell.

- Hello.

They don't warm
the pot, you know.

I've watched them making it.

Oh, well.

It's liquid and it's warm.

I was afraid they were
going to abolish it altogether.

- Oh, but they would've done.

Indeed they were going to

if I myself hadn't
protested to the Colonel.

- Nobly done, Tinkerbell.

- There you are, Bud.

- I say, by the way.

I've found out what
that awful brown stuff is

that they put on
the table at dinner.

- What is it?

- Peanut butter.

- Oh, made of
peanuts, I suppose.

- So, I imagine.

I've tried it.

It's revolting.

- Hey?

What's for supper?

- Hash.

- Oh, that's what I thought.

- Flying clothes in the mess.

- Yes, well, we must try
and rise above it, Tinkerbell.

- Think there may be
anything on tomorrow,

in the way of ops?

- Ah, that of course I
couldn't say, even if I knew.

All I do know is that
they're exceptionally keen

to get cracking.

I'll grant them that.

They're as keen as mustard.

- Yes, they've
only got 12 Forts.

- Ah, yes, but then
as a Bombardier,

I think that's what they
call themselves, said to me,

"12 Forts can make
a hell of a mess"

"of any gosh darn target."

Apparently with this
new bomb sight of theirs,

they can drop a bomb into a
barrel from 30 thousand feet.

Zonk.

- Well, well.

Last night a very strong force

of R.A.F. Lancasters and
Halifax's raided Bremen

for the fourth night running.

- Oh, for goodness sake.

- What's eating you, Joe boy?

- Why do we have to sit
round here all the time,

listening to what the
R.A.F. did last night?

We've been here
over two months now.

When are we
going to get started?

- Soon enough, Frizelli.

And when we do, maybe
you'll be wishing yourself back

at that radio again.

Who knows?

Evening Penrose.

- Good evening, Sir.

First of all, Elsie.

A nice large whisky and soda.

- Sorry, Mr. Palmer,
we've run out of whisky.

- What, again?

- I'm afraid so, Mr. Palmer.

We had some more
Americans in last night.

Will you have beer?

- I suppose so.

What a war!

- Tell me, dear, isn't
that the R.A.F. boy

that used to such
a friend of yours?

- Yes, Auntie.

- Er, Waitress?

- He doesn't seem
to come down as often

as he used to, does he, dear?

- No, Auntie.

- Funny.

Get on with your
soup, dear, it'll get cold.

- Hey, sister.

Bring that check, will ya?

We've been waiting
here for 20 minutes for it.

- What is it you're wanting?

- The check, for crying
out loud, the check!

- I'll see Miss. Todd about it.

- And who the
heck is Miss. Todd?

- Hey, pipe down, Joe.

- Well, Johnny, I'm only...

- Shh!

- We'll miss the picture.

- You hadn't oughta
shout like that.

- Why the heck not?

- Oh, devilish
bad form, old boy.

- Look, is this supposed
to be a restaurant

or a funeral parlour?

That's all I want to know?

What's the idea of talking
in whispers when we eat?

- It's kind of, sort of
a custom over here.

- What do you mean?

Like eating's a thing to be
ashamed of or something?

- Yeah.

- Well, I don't get it.

- What exactly
is it you require?

- Oh, it's all right,
Miss, it's all right.

It's perfectly all right.

We don't require a thing.

We're just going to go on
sitting here until Christmas.

- Please, it's just the check,

I mean the bill,
if you don't mind?

- Oh, the bill.

The waitress understood
you wanted to cash a check

and it's strictly
against our rules.

- Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

We are a little bit
pressed for time, you know.

Here.

Do yo think that
this will cover it?

- Did you have coffee?

- Yes.

- Is that what you call it?

- Do you wish to make a
complaint about the coffee?

- No, of course he doesn't, no.

It's very good.

Very.

He's just trying to
be funny, you know.

- Thank you for explaining.

I'll bring your change.

- Thank you.

- Boy, these sourpuss
Janes give me a pain.

You two characters go along

and collect the transport.

I'll wait for the change.

- Okay, I'll settle
up with you later.

- Okay.

- Watch out for that
human rattlesnake, boy.

She'll eat you alive.

- Yeah.

- I heard you were
here, I couldn't telephone

but we've both got to
report to intelligence

or what they call
S2 after dinner.

- Something on?

- Hmm, dawn tomorrow.

Soup any good?

- Hmm, not bad.

- Well, hello there.

Well, well, well.

How are you?

Glad to see you.

How you been?

Hello, kid.

How's tricks?

Oh, trying to strangle me, huh?

Okay, go right ahead.

See if I care.

That's right pull
away, old fella.

Or should I say, old lady?

Which is it?

- Old fella.

- Oh, caught.

What's his name?

- Peter.

Nice, well behaved baby.

- That's what you think.

- Who's is he?

- Mine.

- Yours?

Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Why?

- Appropriating him like that,

most mothers don't like it.

No, they think you're gonna
poison them or something.

- Oh, I don't mind.

I always feel rather flattered

when someone pays
my son a little attention.

- Mary doesn't.

That's my wife.

She hates it if some
stranger gets kinda familiar

with our Emmie.

- How old is Emmie?

- Going on four.

We've got a boy too, George.

He's six.

You wouldn't care to see a
snapshot of him, would you?

- Why yes, I'd love to.

- You sure, it
wouldn't bore you?

- Not at all.

Please show me.

- Good, you're in for it.

There.

- What a pretty little boy.

- Huh, you'd better not
let him hear you say that.

And then his next one,
George and Emmie together.

And that's Mary with them.

It isn't a good picture of Mary.

I took it myself last leave
before I came overseas.

She's kinda
squinting at the sun.

She hasn't see it yet or she'd
stop me showing it around.

- I think she's beautiful.

Thank you for
letting me see them.

- Thank you for letting
me let you see them.

- Do you hear from them often?

- Mary writes most
days, you know.

They come in batches
though that's the trouble.

Nothing for week and
you get kinda worried

and then suddenly
you're snowed under.

- The children must
miss you very much?

- Oh, no, I shouldn't think so.

It doesn't mean much
at that age, does it?

No.

Where's his father?

Overseas?

- He was killed
three months ago.

- Is...
- Yes.

- I...

- Thank you.

Have you been
over here very long?

- No.

- Johnny?

Hey, Johnny?

- What the...

- Okay, okay, I'm coming.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Do you mind not shouting like

that when you
come into the hotel,

it's apt to disturb
the other guests.

- Yes, Miss.

Certainly, Miss.

I'm very sorry, Miss.

- Well, see you
sometime again, I hope.

I mean, you'll be around?

- Oh, yes, I'll be around.

- Good.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- What was she
balling you out for?

Not washing behind your ears?

- Excuse me.

Yeah?

- Are you, er,
going out tonight?

- Oh, just to see a picture.

Have a couple of drinks maybe.

Like to come along?

- No, thanks, no, it's not that.

It's just that, well if you
don't mind me saying so,

I think it might be
a pretty good idea

if you had an
early night tonight.

- Come on, boy.

No picture for us.

Back to the station and bed.

- But, Johnny, look...

- I said, bed, scram.

- Okay, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Thanks.

- That's okay.

If I don't see you
before, all the best.

- You bet.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Hello.

- I haven't seen you
for well, ages, it seems.

- I know, we've
been pretty busy up

at the station, you know.
- Yes, of course.

- I haven't had much of a
chance to get down here.

Well, what's your news?

- Nothing much.

Auntie's made another
application for my deferment.

- Oh, Lord.

- She says she's trained
me now in her illness's

and if I left her to join
up it would be fatal.

- I should think it
would, absolutely.

- But I'm allowed to stay
on at the cottage hospital

as part time nurse.

- Oh, that's
something, isn't it?

- Yes.

What's your news?

- Oh, nothing much you know,

just the usual stooging, boring.

Oh, hello, Tiny.

- Hello, old man.

- Well, we ought
to get cracking.

- Yes, good evening.

- Good evening.

- Oh, no, you wait here
and I'll go and get the car.

- Is there any chance
of seeing you soon?

- 'Fraid not.

We've got a basinful of
stuff to get though up there.

- Oh, yes, I see.

It's perfectly all right,
I just wondered...

- Look, I know
what you're thinking.

You're not right, you know.

- Aren't 1?

- I wish that I
could explain it.

- You don't have to
explain anything, Peter.

There's nothing to explain.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- It's perfectly all right.

Goodbye, Peter.

- How long do you think this
blasted war's going on for?

- Oh, years and years
and years I should think.

Spring 1950's my personal bet.

- Do you think any
of us have the right

to get ourselves
tangled up until it's over?

- What do you mean?

Financially or emotionally?

- Wives, children,
things like that.

- Why ask me, old man?

Personally I've never
had the old urge.

Why don't you write
to Auntie thing-a-me-jig

in the Daily Whatsit?

- I'm serious, you know.

- I know you are and I know
you're thinking about David.

I'm telling you the truth,

it's not a subject that I'm
qualified to give an opinion on.

- But you could tell me how
you would feel if you were...

Well, if you were in the
same sort of spot as I'm in.

Couldn't you?

- I could.

It wouldn't do any good.

You see, I'm on the ground

and any time now you
may be on Ops again.

Anything I said,

couldn't have any possible
bearing on the matter.

- Good luck, Colonel.

- Thanks, we'll need it.

- Well, guys, I
guess this is it.

Quite some moment, isn't it?

Yes, but not for making
a noise like a speech.

I didn't even have a
pep talk for the fellas,

they don't need it.

You're all the lousiest
crew that any poor pilot

was ever struck
with and I love you,

so come on get up them stairs.

Fred, another pint, please.

Very good, Sir.

- Ah, good, here's the food.

- Here it is.

- Right, ta.

- Well, here's to Forts.

- Here's to Lance.

Cherrio Nob.

- Some people get all the luck.

- Where are you now, Flight?

- Over at Tetworth
Gunnery School, Sir.

- Can you imaging
Nobby instructing?

I bet he puts the
wind up the pupils.

- Ah, no.

The pupils put the wind up me,

they're so ruddy good.

The little binders.

- Have you applied
for Lance, Nobby?

- Yes, Sir, hundreds of times.

- Well, have
another crack at it.

I'll pull a few strings and try

and get you with me again, hey?

- Will you?
- Sure.

- Now that sounds
a bit of all right.

- Here, fellas, I've
just heard a great story

this'll kill ya.

There's an Englishman,
and Irishman

and a Scotsman
travelling in a train, see?

- Please, could we
have three beers?

- Yes, Sir.

- Light ales.

Thanks.

- And when the man
came up the corridor...

- Excuse me a minute.

- When the man got up the
corridor to collect the tickets,

the Englishman
turns to the Scotsman

and what do you think he said?

- What are you chaps drinking?

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

- Thanks, we've just ordered.

- Ah, come on, have another.

- Well, okay.

I guess we've got the right

to get a little bit
plastered tonight.

- I guess you have.

For all accounts,

that was a grand job
you did over there today.

- Aha, we walked away for it.

That's the best that
can be said for it.

- Yeah, I know.

- Here, sit down, sit down.

- What are you having?

The beer's good.

- Well, this is beer, isn't it?

- Little lady-like, you know.

- No, thanks.

- Okay, we'll have
what you've got there.

- Four pints of Dark,
Thomas, please.

Chalk it up on the
old slate, will you?

- I'm going to have
my cigarette now, dear.

Oh, I must have left
my lighter upstairs.

Run and get if for
me, will you, dear?

- Allow me.

- Oh.

Thank you.

- The pleasure is all mine.

- What charming manners.

- Hello, fellas.

- Hello, Baby,
here's your beaker.

- Thanks a lot.

Say listen, Flight Lieutenant,

I guess I owe you
a bit of an apology.

- Hmm?

- Well, if I gave you or
anybody else the idea

that bombing targets
over the other side

was going to be easy, I'll eat
my words right here and now.

But I defy any other
Bombardier in the Air Corps

to do better under
those conditions.

- Funny thing that group
ahead hit that target smacko,

you know, zonk, zonk, zonk.

- How wide were your bursts?

- How wide would you like?

- We may have killed a
couple of enemy cows,

that's about all.

- Ah, enemy occupied cows.

- Oh, lay off fellas.

I'll do better next time.

We live and learn.

- I sure hope we learn.

We only just lived.

- What were they, Focke Wulfes?

- Yeah, they're good all right.

Like you fellas said they were.

Only like some of
us didn't believe.

- Ah, here it is.

- Thanking you.

- Here we are.

- Well, good luck.

- Thanks.
- Here's to you.

- I'm celebrating
myself tonight.

I have been posted, Lancasters.

- Flying again, hey?

- You bet.

- That's swell.

- You mean, good show, old boy.

- Yes.

- Congratulations, anyway.

- The ticket collector
said, "This man's expired."

So the Irish man said,
"Begora but his ticket hasn't."

Not bad, hey?

Here, come to think of it, I
know a better on than that,

Goebbels, Captain, Captain.

Goebbels said to Hitler.

- Yes, excuse me would you?

- Here, here, this will
make you laugh, this one.

This is a good one.

Goebbels said to Hitler...

Goebbels said to Goering.

Now wait a minute.

Goering said to Goebbels.

No, that's not
right, wait a minute.

I'll tell you, this is
very funny, this on.

- Hello.

- Oh, hello.

- You boys care for a drink?

- Thanks so much, we're
already swimming in it.

- Oh, hey, wait
a minute, Johnny,

this is our night out.

- Joe says yes.

That was a terrific show

you boys put up this morning.

- Oh, no.

- Yes, I'm sure I'm right.

It is, it's Goer...

Yes, that's right, it's
Goering said to Goebb...

- Hello, Nobby,
is he still at it?

- Yes.

- This is Nobby Clarke,
worst air gunner in the R.A.F.

- How do you do?

Hiya.

- Sit down, Nobby.

- I hear you blokes

put up a pretty good
show this afternoon?

- Here, you didn't get
the end of my story.

I can't remember the
middle bit, but the end was,

because the higher
you go, the feuherer.

Not bad, hey?

Oh, by the way, I hear you
chaps did a pretty good job

of work this afternoon,
congratulations.

Now don't drink that wallop.

Fred, large highland
flings all round!

Here, perhaps you'd
all like to hear this story,

it's a good one,
make you laugh this.

Gobbing said to...

Um, Goebbels...

Goebel...

Well, would you believe it.

♪ For it was there I knew ♪

♪ That you love me true ♪

♪ You were 16,
my village queen ♪

- Have a beer, Miss. Winterton?

♪ Mill stream ♪

♪ The old mill stream ♪

- Disgraceful.

What do they think this
place is, a speak easy?

Mr. Palmer.

Mr. Palmer?

- Yes, Miss. Winterton?

- Disgraceful, isn't it?

- Yes, isn't it.

- Well, don't you think you'd
better do something about it?

- Right.

♪ For it was there I knew ♪

♪ That you loved me true ♪

- Boys, boys, no, no, no.

No, listen, break
it up, break it up.

Thank you, I'll tell you why.

Miss. Winterton objects.

- What?

- I think she...

I think she feels like
a little chamber music,

so what about giving her
one of the old one, hey?

Shall we?

Here, let's go.

♪ My name is MacNamarra ♪

♪ I'm the leader of the band ♪

♪ And though we're
small in number ♪

♪ We're the best
in all the land ♪

♪ Oh, I am the conduct ♪

♪ And we often have to play ♪

- Come, dear.

♪ With all the
best musicianers ♪

♪ You read about today ♪

♪ When the drums go bang ♪

♪ The cymbals clang ♪

♪ The horns will blaze away ♪

♪ McCarthy puffs
the old bassoon ♪

♪ While Doyle the
pipes will play ♪

♪ Oh, Hennesay,
Tennesy, tootles the flute ♪

♪ My word 'tis something grand ♪

♪ Oh, a credit to
old Ireland boys ♪

♪ Is MacNamarra's band ♪

♪ La-La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

- Ah, there you are, Miss. Todd.

- Yes, Miss. Winterton?

- Now, you know
I never complain.

Go on up, dear.

You know I never complain,

but this time really,
I mean to say.

- The singing?

- Singing.

- Yes, I know,
I'm terribly sorry

but it is nearly closing time.

- Closing time?

They should all have been thrown

into the street an hour ago.

- I entirely agree,

but I don't think I am
quite strong enough to do it.

I assure you, Miss.
Winterton, I don't approve of it.

- Toddy, my angel.

- Peter, really!

Oh, Peter, really.

Goodnight, Miss. Winterton.

- Goodnight, Miss. Winterton.
- Goodnight, Miss. Winterton.

- Goodnight.

I'll be up in a minute.

- Peter, what is it now?

- Well, these two gentlemen,
very good friends of mine both,

American though they may
be, desire to cash a check.

- Oh, oh, all right,

you'll find the blank check
forms on the desk in my office.

- Oh, thanks so much.

- Hey, Johnny!

- Yeah?

- Did you see that,
he actually kissed her.

- Come on, lug.

- I just want one word with you.

- Well?

- I've been posted away.

Lancasters.

I'm afraid I won't
see you after tonight,

not for a bit anyway.

- Oh, Peter, I'm sorry.

At least I'm glad for you,
it's what you wanted, isn't it?

- More than anything else, yes.

- Iris will be terribly upset,

have you told her?

- No, no, Toddy.

I was wondering whether
you'd tell her for me

after I'm gone, you know just
say it happened very suddenly

and just say goodbye
to her for me, would you?

- Peter, I know it's
none of my business

but what exactly is
wrong between you two?

- Nothing, Toddy, really.

Nothing, it's just that...

I can't possibly explain it.

Let me just say
goodbye to you, hey?

That's for you.

And that's for her.

And that's for her again.

- Check forms, check
forms, check forms.

There aren't any check forms.

For Johnny.

Hey, what's this?

Johnny look the old
girl's written you a poem.

- Oh, put it away,
Joe, it may be private.

- Private, I'll
say it's private.

She's put here
flaming heart on paper.

For Johnny.

Do not despair for
Johnny head in air.

He sleeps as sound
as Johnny underground.

What the heck does
that mean, any idea?

- Put it away.

- Fetch out no
shroud for Johnny in...

Just looking for the
check forms, Ma'am.

- It's just occurred to me,

that if you want to cash a
check to pay for your last round

of drinks, please don't bother,
have them on the house.

- Oh, well, that's
darned kind of you,

but we couldn't possibly.

- Oh, please, I insist.

And if your very quick, you've
just time to order another.

- Well, gee, that's
swell of you, Ma'am.

I could hug you for that.

Waiter!

- Any more news from home?

- No, not since I last saw you.

- Have you been reading this?

- Well, we were looking for
the blank check forms you see.

And Johnny happens
to be my name, too.

And Joe...

And I'm sorry.

- Oh, that's all right.

Your name's Johnny is it?

- Yes, it is, Johnny Nollis.

- What did you think of this?

- I don't know as I
quite understand it,

I'm not much of an
expert on poetry, I guess.

- Nor me.

- Oh, we thought
you'd written it.

- Oh no, no my husband wrote it.

Now why on earth
should I tell you that.

You're the only
person in the world

besides myself who knows.

Now why should I tell you?

- I don't know, perhaps
it's just the names.

- Yes, perhaps it is.

- But it makes me
feel kind of privileged.

- I'm glad.

Johnny, you're not
superstitious are you?

- No, not me.

No, if it happens it happens,

no matter how many
ladders you walk under.

- My husband used this lighter
as a sort of St. Christopher,

he was miserable
if he flew without it,

he flew without it
the day he was killed.

- If he knew he didn't have
it, he was probably worried

and if you worried
when you're flying,

well, things can happen.

- If I give it to you,

you won't feel that
way about it will you?

- No, I don't use lucky charms.

I'd sure like to have it though.

- It doesn't work very
well as a lighter, I'm afraid.

- Oh, I can probably fix it.

Anyway, it's a
good thing to have.

Thanks an awful lot.

- Oh, and, Johnny?

- Yes, ah, yes.

- No, I'm not going to
tell you my Christian name

because, well just because.

But people, some people
anyway, call me Toddy.

- Yes, Toddy.

- If you ever feel you want
to get away from the camp

and you don't want to
face the crowd in there,

come in here and talk to me.

I'd like to hear some
more about your family.

- Say, you don't know what
you're letting yourself in for,

when I get going
about my family,

I don't stop for a long time.

Oh good.

Oh, Lord, look at the time,

if I don't get those
boys out of here,

I'll have the police in.

♪ When the drums go bang ♪

♪ And the cymbals clang ♪

♪ The horns will blaze away ♪

♪ McCarthy puffs
the old bassoon ♪

♪ While Doyle the
pipes will play ♪

♪ Oh, Hennessy,
Tennessy, tooties the flute ♪

♪ My word 'tis something grand ♪

♪ A credit to old Ireland boys ♪

♪ Is MacNamarra's band ♪

♪ La-La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

- Mr. Palmer, I'm
ashamed of you.

- I'm terribly sorry.

Gentlemen, I call for three
cheers for our popular hostess,

Miss. Todd our Toddy.

Hip, hip!

Hooray.

Hip, hip!

Hooray.

Hip, hip!

Hooray.

Speech, speech, come on.

- Thank you, gentlemen and
welcome to our American allies

and will you please
get the hell out of here.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Toddy.

Goodnight, Pheasant.
- Goodnight, Captain.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Miss. Todd, about
those drinks, thanks a lot.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Peter.

- Goodnight, Toddy.

- Good luck.
- Thanks

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Johnny.

- Goodnight and thanks.

Really thanks.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Toddy.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

All out, end of the line.

Visual target, couldn't miss.

Where the heck were
the Focks Wulfes,

don't tell me our
escort kept them away

because if you do you're crazy.

Well, that's one target
we won't have to hit again.

Yeah, you'd think

they'd defend a
target like Frankfurt.

- A bit different from the
last time we went to Frankfurt,

remember, just over a year ago?

- Gosh, don't I just.

Hello, Irene.

Thanks.

First time they used
those rockets on us,

never been more
scared in my life.

- You were scared,

I don't suppose
you heard a noise

like a machine gun coming
from the co-pilots seat did you?

- Yeah.

- That was my teeth rattling.

Johnny?

- Sir?

Oh, Bill, the mail in?

- Yes, Sir.

- Anything for me?

- I checked it, Sir, but there's
nothing there for you, Sir.

- Okay, thanks.

- No dice, hey?

- No dice.

I expected something today too,

haven't heard for quite
a while as it happens.

- Nothing wrong, I hope?

- No, Sir.

Thank you, Sir.

- Anyway, I wouldn't
worry too much about it

because in a week or
so's time you're going

to have the opportunity

of finding out how
Emmie is for yourself.

- You mean I'm going home?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Oh, boy.

How come?

- Seems they need more
instructors back home

with combat experience.

I've been asked to recommend
a combat pilot capable

of taking charge of a
special instructors course,

majority goes with it,

so I thought I'd better
send the best man I'd got.

- Gosh, I, I don't
know what to say.

- I'm gonna hate
losing you, Johnny,

especially now when
things are really hotting up.

- Yeah, I know.

In a way, I'll hate
going too, but home.

- Play ball.

- Hey, look, get Tiny
running at the pitcher.

- Course, you don't run
towards the bowler in this game.

- No, you don't.

- How stupid of me.

- He ought to stick to cricket.

- Yeah.

Say, Joe, I...

What ya doing this evening?

- Oh, just taking Iris
to the station dance.

I suppose she'll turn out

to be in love with some
Englishman, like all the rest.

- Yeah.

Listen, Joe, I've
gotta tell you...

Look, look

- Hey, bring the bat back.

- Listen, Joe.

- What?

- I've, I've got to
call on the Vicar,

I'll come in to town with you.

- Oh, the Vicar!

- Yeah.
- Why?

- Well, you know,

it's just the children's party
they're giving tomorrow,

for some weird reason or other,

they're putting all off onto me.

- Well, do you wonder after
that performance last time,

Uncle Johnny.

- Yeah, that's me.

- Hey, how about that story
about the flying hippopotamus,

how do you dream
things up like that?

- All right, all right,
kids like that sort...

Joe.
- What?

- I've gotta tell you.
- Tell me what?

- Don't tell the others now.

- I'm not going
to tell the others.

What, what?

- They're sending me home.
- Play ball!

- Johnny, no.

- Yes.

Safe.

- What do you mean safe?

I've ruined myself.

Peter, who was it
who spotted wings?

- The 'pottamus.

- The 'pottamus spotted
wings that's quite right.

He looked down you see

and suddenly there he'd
gone and spotted them.

- Hmm.
- Yup.

- 'Pottamus don't have wings.

- Well, this 'pottamus did.

Great big ones too, wing
span two hundred feet.

- Where did the
'pottamus fly to?

- Well, it was a
nice bright day,

so he flew towards the sun.

- Peter, that's very naughty.

- I know, that's what
I told him, naughty.

- You're an evil influence.

- You know, I think we'd
better put the candy away

in a safe place, otherwise
we shall have them all eaten

before tomorrow afternoon.

- Yes.

♪ Farewell 10 cold winter ♪

♪ Summer's come at last ♪

♪ Nothing have I gained ♪

♪ But my true love I have lost ♪

♪ I'll sing and I'll be happy ♪

♪ Like the birds upon the tree

♪ For since he deceived me ♪

♪ I care no more for he ♪

♪ Let him go, let him tarry ♪

♪ Let him sink or let him swim ♪

♪ He doesn't care for me ♪

♪ Nor I don't care for him &

♪ He can go and get another ♪

♪ That I hope we will enjoy ♪

♪ For I'm going to marry ♪

♪ A far nicer boy ♪

♪ He can go to
his old mother now

♪ And set her mind at ease ♪

♪ I hear she is an
old, old woman ♪

♪ Very hard to please ♪

♪ It's slightly me
and talking ill ♪

♪ Is what she's always done ♪

♪ Because that I was courting ♪

♪ Her great big ugly son ♪

♪ Oh let me go, let me tarry ♪

♪ Let him sink or let him swim ♪

♪ He doesn't care for me ♪

♪ Nor I don't care for him ♪

♪ He can go and get another ♪

♪ That I hope he will enjoy

♪ For I'm going to marry ♪

♪ A far nicer boy ♪

- You know, Iris,
I've been thinking,

I don't know why you
don't leave the old sour puss

to stew in her juice.

- Oh, I couldn't do that.

After all, I do owe her a lot.

In a way.

- Oh, look, you
don't owe her a thing

and you know it.

Looks to me as if things
are the other way round.

She's just a selfish old gorgon,

who thinks of nothing
but her stomach.

- Don't lets talk about
her, do you mind?

- Okay, let's talk about you.

Ah, I wonder if you
would mind if I...

If I ask you a question,
kind of personal.

- Truth game.

- Yeah, that's right.

I've, ah, I've been wondering
if there was any particular,

ah, well...

If there's any
one guy you, ah...

Oh you know what
I mean, don't you?

- I do.

And the answer is no.

- No one at all?

- No one at all.

- Not, ah, not even
an Englishman?

- Not even an Englishman.

- That's all brother.

- Hello, gang.

- Hello, Johnny.

- What's the flare
path lit up for?

- Oh, some R.A.F.
pathfinder types diverted here.

- Oh, hello, Alan.

Are you happy in the service?

- You bet, Sir.

Hello, Blueprint,
hello, Blueprint.

Fanfare N. Nuts calling.

Can I pancake, please.

Over.

- Number two.

- Hello, Fanfare N. Nuts,

this is Blueprint,

you are number two to land.

Circle field at two
thousand and stand by.

Over.

Hello, Blueprint, N.
Nuts answering Wilco.

Hey is there an old soap
down there called Tiny Williams?

This is Peter Penrose.

Over.

- N. Nuts.

Blueprint Control.

Remember you're R.T. procedure.

- Yes, you old basket,
this is Tiny Williams.

How are you?

- Here let me have it.
- Yes, Sir.

- Hello, Peter.

Peter this is Johnny
Hollis, remember?

Hiya, Johnny, make mine
a large scotch and soda.

Over.

- Wilco.

One scotch and soda coming up.

Ah, thanking you.

- Ah, that's good
of you, Johnny boy.

- Say, give me that,
that's not for you.

Here, try some of this punch.

- What you got,
a thirsty partner?

- No, Toddy's not here yet.

- I didn't bring anyone myself,

figured I'd do better on my own.

- Good hunting.

- Say, ah, get that?

- Hmm, I got it.

- I've had my eye
on her all evening.

- Luck, pal.

Oh, battery acid.

- Excuse me, do you know
Keith Hardy, I've been looking

for him.

- Oh, Keith.

Oh, Keith Hardy, he's left.

- Left?

- Yes, can I get you a drink?

- Thank you, that's kind of you.

- Hello.

- Heya, Keith, old boy.

The very guy I've
been looking for.

- Obviously.

- I'd say it was
just a piece of cake.

- One scotch and soda, large.

Officer for you, Sir.

- Thanks, Johnny.

- Good to see you.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Remember old Nobby, don't you?

- Sure I do, how are you, Nobby?

- All right, thank you, Sir.

- Here, you take this one.

- No thank yous,
Sir, never touch it.

- No?

- No, too young.

- Oh, I see.

Well, so you've finally
made Lancasters.

- Yes, Sir, even the whole

of the ruddy Air Council
couldn't keep us apart.

- Swell, what's it like
being a pathfinder, Peter?

- Ah, not bad, no
future in it though.

What's, ah, what's
going on in there?

- Ah, station dance.

- Oh, couldn't we take a squint?

- Sure take it away,
the joints yours.

- Come on, Nob.
- Right.

- Good.

- Not bad.

- There's that little girl that
used to live down the Lion.

- What's the matter, Iris?

- I think I want to go
home, do you mind?

- Iris did I, did I do
anything wrong?

- No, I just don't feel
very well, that's all.

- Come on, come on,
come on, break it up,

a fine thing I thought
you were my friend.

- Okay, okay, Johnny.

- Well I never, when
did you get here?

- Just now, I couldn't
see you anywhere

so I picked on the
handsomest man in the room.

- Well, I'm pretty too.

Get out of it, from now on
you're dancing every dance

with me, see dear?

- Excuse me.

♪ Go and get another ♪

♪ That I hope he will enjoy ♪

♪ For I'm going to marry ♪

♪ A far, far nicer boy ♪

- It was fun, wasn't it?

- I haven't enjoyed
myself so much for years.

- Ah, er.

You going to do your
Uncle Johnny stuff

again this year?

- Sure, sure.

Oh.

- What's the matter?

- Say, is there any way of
breaking into the schoolroom?

- Well, we might, why?

- Oh, it's something I
forgot to fix for tomorrow,

one of my conjuring
tricks, you know.

Old black magic they call me.

- Oh, come on then.

If we get arrested,
it's your fault.

- Okay.

I wish we could have a
little more light on the scene,

you know, I think
it's going to show.

- Afraid you'll have
to risk it, Johnny,

it would take hours to
blackout all the windows.

- Yes, you're right.

Okay, we'll risk it,
thank you, Miss. Todd.

- Not at all.

- Say, the village looks quite
different in the moonlight.

The old Lion looks
positively romantic, doesn't it?

- There's a very bad blackout
in number three bathroom.

- You ain't got no soul.

- I've seen moonlight before.

- I know.

Toddy?

- Ugh, ugh.

- I hate goodbyes, so I've
been putting off telling you,

but I'm going home.

- Oh, Johnny, how
marvellous for you, I'm so glad.

- You can imagine
what I felt when I heard.

- Yes, indeed.

How wonderful for
Mary to have you back.

- Yeah, I guess she'll
be pleased all right.

After the war maybe you
could come out to the States.

- Oh, well, we'll try.

I don't suppose
it'll be very easy.

- When we'll come over
here and visit with you.

Golly, it will be swell
to come over here

to your Golden Lion
just as ordinary tourists,

sit around there all
day talking, drinking,

not to have to fly.

- Don't you like flying, Johnny?

- Oh sure I do.

But in me own time and
not the Government's.

Well, just in case here's
wishing you all the best.

- All the best, Johnny.

- You deserve it.

- Give my love to Mary.

- I will.

- Thank you and thank
you for a lovely evening.

- Oh no, thank you.

- I shall see you
again, shan't 1?

- Oh sure, kids' party.

- Of course.

- And I'll be down to
say goodbye too, if I can.

- Then this is just goodnight.

- That's right, just
goodnight, Toddy.

- Goodnight, Johnny.

Thank you.

- What for?

- Lots of things.

- Hiya, Johnny boy?

- I don't know yet, well
here's a good hope, Minnie,

here we go again.

♪ Oh, the Camp Town
ladies sing this song ♪

♪ Do-da, do-da ♪

♪ The Camp Town race
track five miles long ♪

♪ Oh, do-da-day ♪

♪ Gwain to sing all night ♪

♪ Gwain to sing all day ♪

- Attention!

- Oh, Sir.

- At ease.

Good morning, Johnny, all set?

- Well getting set, Sir.

I guess I'm a little bit out
of uniform at the moment.

- My eyesight's
not so hot today.

- Sir, about that
question of going home.

- Yeah, what about it?

- Well, I was just wondering

if maybe you couldn't
see your way clear

to putting some
other guy's name in?

- Sure I could, easily,
but what's the idea?

- Aw, I don't
know that I'd be all

that good as an instructor.

- Why sure you would,
Johnny, what's the real reason?

- I don't know as there
is a real reason, Sir

but the crew's only
got 10 more missions,

we're kind of accustomed
to being together

and last night I got talking
to some of the R.A.F. fella's

in the mess, and
it occurred to me

that if a guy didn't get here
until the middle of things,

maybe he'd kind of oughta
stick around until the end.

Oh, it would take much too
long to explain to you now.

Look, Sir, I'll come in and
see you after the mission, huh?

- Yeah, sure, you can see
me any time you know that.

You don't have to,
but come anyway.

- Thanks.

- Hey, Johnny, wait till I
give you a hand with that!

- Oh, thanking you.

- And me thinking at last
we had the opportunity

to get ourselves a good pilot.

- Yes, I guess
you'll have to put

with those bad landings
just a little bit longer.

- Bad landings, brother,
what about them take-offs!

- Since when did I
ever do a bad take-off?

- Well you usually manage
to miss the Control Tower,

I'll give you that.

- Yeah, I suppose
you think I'm a fool?

- Sure I do.

Only well we've got kinda used

to your flying now, Johnny

and I guess a good landing
would kind of throw us off.

- What are you throwing for?

- Double deuce.

- Double deuce, here
let me try, will ya?

- Okay.

- Swell.

Here, let's see if
our lucks in, eh.

Double deuce the target for
today, smacko right on the.

- Smacko right on
the target, all right.

- I ought to
autograph this, Miss.

Johnny.

His mark, let's go.

♪ Going to sing all night ♪

♪ Gwain to sing all day ♪

♪ I bet my money
on the bob town nag ♪

♪ If somebody bets on the bay ♪

- What a charming
boy that American is,

charming, I must say
your a very lucky girl.

- Yes.

- He's asked us both to
dinner tonight hasn't he.

Did he say what
time he was coming?

- I don't think he'll
be coming at all.

- Oh, why ever not?

- I told him a lie
and he found out.

- You know, Iris dear, I
don't want to be unkind,

but I despair sometimes at
ever being able to help you.

Now, I took a lot of trouble to
become friends with that boy

and just by using
the ordinary little ways

of politeness and
charm, if you wish,

I get him to like me
very much indeed.

- So much that he called
you a selfish old gorgon

who thinks only of her stomach.

What?

- And said if I had any sense,

I would leave you to
stew in your own juice

And what's more, I agreed
with every word he said.

- Iris, how dare you!

- I said I wouldn't leave you

because I owed you something.

- I should say you
do owe me something.

- No, I did owe you something.

I don't any longer,
whatever I owed you,

I don't think it
was ever as much

as you said it was has been
paid back a hundred times over.

I am going to leave you.

And I'm going to get a job
and I'm never coming back

as long as I live.

Goodbye.

- Well, really!

- What exactly is a gorgon,
do you know, Miss. W.?

- I'll thank you to
keep your impertinence

for your bar cronies, Mr. ♪.

Iris, Iris?

Miss. Todd, Iris has
gone off her head,

she says she is
going to leave me.

- Good!

- What did you say?

- I said, good.

- That settles it, I
shall leave myself.

- Good!

- Have you gone
off your head too?

- It may interest you to
know, Miss. Winterton,

that you've only been
tolerated in this hotel so long

because of Iris.

As I seem to be the only
friend she has in the world,

I thought, if I threw
you out of this place,

which heaven knows
you richly deserved time

and again in the last six years,

Iris would be in an even
worse position than she is now,

or rather was, until she
had the great good sense

to walk out and leave you flat.

- How dare...

- I will make out your bill
at once, Miss Winterton,

and I may say nothing I've done

for years will give me
greater satisfaction.

- Good morning, Miss
Winterton, how's everything?

- Oh, go to the devil.

Peter.

- Hello, Toddy.

- Come into my office, quickly.

- What's the matter
with the old trout?

- Oh, never mind that now.

How long have you got?

- Well I don't know exactly, my
port engines packed up, why?

- Well I don't know that
good fairy brought you here

at this moment,
but it's providential,

you've got half a minute
to make a very big decision.

Iris is leaving.

Now do you or don't
you want to marry her?

- Ah, well, Toddy, you see.

It's all, ah, very difficult.

- All right, Peter, let me
do the talking do you mind?

- I've thought
about it an awful lot.

- I've know for a long time
what's been the trouble

between you two, the thing
that's been hold you back

has been the thought of
David and me, isn't that right?

- Well I shouldn't have told
you this in a hundred years,

that's about it, yes.

- Peter, believe me,
you're wrong, dead wrong.

- Are you sure, Toddy?

- I wouldn't lie to you
about a thing like this.

I promise you, if I could
go back five years now

and choose again whether
or not to meet David,

whether or not
fall in love with him,

to marry him and bear his child,

I'd choose again to
have things happen

exactly the way they did before,

no other way at all.

- But I can't understand you.

You lay yourself wide open.

- There isn't anything
to understand.

I can't explain it.

But any other woman in the
world would tell you the same.

Look, there she is now.

Go on.

- Iris?

Look, could you.

Have you got a minute to spare?

- Peter!

You haven't let her go?

- Well, Toddy, I
couldn't stop her.

- Well, go after her, quickly.

And tell her she's to
stay here as my guest

until she gets a job.

And tell her the gorgon's gone.

And tell her...
- What?

- Well tell her you love her.

And then see what happens.

- To the station
and please hurry.

- Please, I've got
something I must say to you.

- Well?
- Well, you see.

Look, a Squadron
Leader's pay is 29 bob a day.

- Is it really?

- Oh, yes and then with,

with allowances
and a bit of fiddling,

you can get it up to
about 31 and three pence.

- Really?

- Oh yes, yes and if you
slip in a marriage allowance

that's different,
that, ah, about,

ah, 49 and ninepence a day.

- Marriage allowance!

- Yes, that's what, yes that's
what I was trying to suggest,

I mean to ask you if, if, if...

- What are you trying to ask me?

- Well, look, it hasn't
altogether been my fault,

I've been confused and
muddled about things

but my feelings
haven't changed a bit

in the last four
years, not an atom.

And I wondered if you could...

- What, Peter?

- Well if you could take
on 49 and ninepence a day.

Tiny, oh good afternoon, Sir.

- Good afternoon.

- Excuse me, come
outside a minute, will you?

- Yes, excuse me.

- Well, congratulate me.

- Why?

- Don't I look any different?

- No.

- I'm engaged to be married.

- Who to?

- I'll give you one guess.

- And about time, too.

- Now look, Tiny, I
want you to be best man.

- I'd have murdered
you if you hadn't,

well I suppose this
calls for a party tonight?

- You bet!

Got any money, good,
now look we'll get Johnny

and some chaps
from this station.

- Oh yes, and some
of those tikes from 7-20.

- 7-20, are they
back from the Med?

- Didn't you know,
they're at Marstone now.

Yes, old Prune's a
Flight Commander.

- Prune, good Lord,

old Hitler's really
had it now, hasn't he?

- Well here they are.

I make it three missing.

Stearns in, only B
for Baker missing.

- B. For Baker sighted, Sir.

Coming towards the field now.

- He's flying on three engines.

- Sir, B. Baker
reports one engine cut,

rudder half shot away.

Elevator damaged and one
five hundred pound bomb

stuck in bomb bay.

Bomb bay door won't close.

And advice?

- Hello, Johnny.

Suggest you make a
heading of one six five.

One, six, five, and
bale out over the airfield.

Bale out.

- Seven

Eight, Nine.

One to come.

- Sir, pilot reports
crew baled out.

No accidents but controls
were not set to required course.

- Right.
- Exterior speaker.

- Hello, Johnny.

Blueprint calling.

Over.

Go ahead, Blueprint.

- Climb to three
thousand feet and bale out.

Over.

And have a five
hundred pound bomb

going off in Shepley?

Not on your life, I'm coming in.

Out.

- Hello, Johnny.

Hello, Johnny,

Go ahead, Blueprint.

- Climb to three
thousand feet and bale out.

That's an order.

Hello, Blueprint.

There's something
wrong with my receiver,

I didn't get that.

Third time lucky, here I come.

Out.

- Do you mind coming
on to the platform with me?

Children,

Ladies and gentlemen.

Children!

Now this stage of
the proceedings,

I had hoped to introduce
to you Captain John Hollis...

Uncle Johnny!

Uncle Johnny!

- Exactly.

But unfortunately it appears

that he is prevented from
coming here this afternoon.

That is so, isn't it?

- Yes, that's right.

We want Uncle Johnny.

- Yes, yes, I know children
but you must remember

that he's probably on duty

and here are more
important things in the world

than entertaining you.

However, I've been asked
to introduce to you Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Joseph.

- Frizelli.

- Er, Frizelli, who will
speak to you in his stead.

Er, Lieutenant Frizelli.

- I'm, I'm afraid I can't
you any stories kids

because well, I
just don't know any.

At least I can remember
the Three Bears.

But I guess you've all
heard that on already, hey?

I just wanna say that on behalf

of everyone on Ha'penny Field,

it gives us all
an awful big kick

to see you having such a
good time here this afternoon.

And I only with Johnny
Hollis could have gotten along

to see it because I know,

it would have given
him a big kick too.

But like the Vicar told you,
he couldn't quite make it.

Well, kids, that's about all.

I guess you'd better start
playing those games of yours.

- Are you friends
with Uncle Johnny?

- That's right.

- What happened when the
hippopotamus flew into the sun?

- I don't know, kid,
he didn't tell me.

- Peter, you run away and play?

- Hmm.

- I heard what happened,
I'm terribly sorry.

- Thanks.

I, I didn't tell the
Vicar, because I...

Well, if I didn't
want to spoil all this.

- I knew Johnny pretty well.

- Yes, I know.

- I know there's
nothing I can say

can make things
any better for you,

but I can only tell you this,

as long as this town lasts,
he'll be remembered here.

I'd like you to read this.

Not now, later.

It might help.

♪ My name is MacNamara ♪

♪ I'm the leader of the band ♪

♪ And though we're
small in number ♪

♪ We're the best
in all the land ♪

♪ Oh, I am the conductor ♪

♪ And we often have to play ♪

♪ With all the
best musicianers ♪

♪ You read about today ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

- Time, please,
gentlemen, time please.

Time, please,
gentlemen, time please.

- Sorry, Toddy, dear.

- Hi, beautiful!

- Oh, you Americans.

And you R.A.F. there's
nothing to choose between you.

- Goodnight, Toddy.
- Goodnight.

- Beware of this
chap, he's a bad type.

- You're all bad
type, goodnight.

- Goodnight, Miss. Todd.
- You're all bad types.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight,
Colonel, come again.

- Thanks, I will.

- Say, why not come to Chicago?

Say, you could fly
over in a few hours.

- Yeah, what about
all the gangsters?

- Ah, heck, Chicago's one
of the most peacfulest...

Goodnight.

It's one of the most
peacefulest cities in the world.

- Goodnight, Miss. Todd.

- Goodnight, Wally.
- Child's play compared

with what the next
one's gonna be like.

Rockets a thousand
tonnes, mark my words.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, darling.

Won't be long now.

- Take care of yourself.

- Sure.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

There you are.

- Take care of
her for me, Toddy.

- Yes, of course.

- Don't talk to any strange men.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Peter.

- Goodnight, Iris.
- Goodnight.

- Hello, Joe.
- Hello.

I just wanted to
give this back to you.

- Did you read it?

- Yeah, is it yours?

- It belongs to me.

- How does that
last part go again?

Better by far...

- For Johnny the bright star

to keep you head and
see his children fed.

- Yes, that's it.

Might have been written
for him, mightn't it?

- I think it was.

- Well, thanks a lot.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Joe.

- Hello.

Thanks.

Sounds like a busy night again.

- Yeah.

- Going back to the station?

- Hmm.

Fetch out no shroud

for Johnny in the cloud.

And keep your tears
for him in after years.

Better by far for
Johnny the bright star

to keep you head and
see his children fed.