:43:03
Please, Granny.
:43:05
A tramp rose grown
in a station yard.
:43:07
It's nothing to do with Vin.
:43:09
Then what's he doing here,
if one may ask?
:43:12
- I came to offer my services.
- I see.
:43:15
You're in league with
wretched Foley.
:43:18
- Oh, no, Lady Beldon.
- Oh, Granny.
:43:20
Never heard such rot.
:43:22
We can take care of ourselves.
We have for the last 800 years.
:43:25
- But...
- We don't take orders, we give them.
:43:28
Worst thing about this war
is the chance...
:43:30
...it gives little persons
to become important.
:43:32
Air raids, indeed.
:43:34
Those wretched Germans.
They wouldn't dare...
:43:49
- What should we do?
- Do? Nothing.
:43:51
- It's Foley giving a false alarm.
- You can't take that attitude.
:43:55
I beg your pardon, young man!
:43:56
You must take precautions.
:43:58
Ring for the butler and gather
the servants in the cellar.
:44:02
Then go down there yourself.
:44:03
- I must call my parents. The telephone?
- In the hall.
:44:06
Upon my word!
:44:09
- Sirens, milady.
- I'm not deaf.
:44:12
- Get all the servants quickly to the cellar.
- You too, Granny. He said so.
:44:18
The cellar!
:44:22
Hello? That you, Dad?
:44:24
All right with you?
:44:27
Yes, everything under control.
:44:29
Right. I'll expect you
when I see you, then.
:44:33
- Who is it?
- Air raid warden.
:44:36
Hello, Foley. What's up?
:44:38
- You're showing a light.
- We are?
:44:41
Bright horizontal beam
plainly visible from the air.
:44:44
- Every window in the house is...
- Ground level.
:44:48
Oh, gosh. This way, Foley.
:44:52
Thank you.
:44:56
- Good evening, Mrs. Miniver.
- Good evening, Mr. Foley.