Cottage to Let

It's a parachute.

Aye, he'll be over this ridge.

He'll be in the loch.

I got him, just give us a hand will you?

Get on with it.

- Heave! - Up.

He's a wet one.

Oh, he's a heavy one.

He must have half the loch inside him.

All righty, mate.

Come on.

He is one of ours.

Aye, come on then.

Oh!

But Mrs. Barrington has authorised me

to utilise this cottage as a military hospital.

Hospital, indeed.

You haven't a single patient.

- Now, Mrs. Barrington... - Not now, Kitty.

Now, besides this farm is filled

in by Mrs. Barrington herself.

3 Manor Cottage, available for 20 evacuees.

Now come on, children.

One, two, three,

- oh Geneva what are you doing? - Oh, get away, get away.

- Get up. - Go on, go on, go on.

Come on Miss, you ducky.

Lousy organisation.

Children, children get your bundles out.

Ah, there's Mrs. Barrington.

Now we'll see.

Good morning, Mrs. Barrington.

Good morning, good morning.

Oh, Mrs. Barrington.

Taking the children for an outing?

Isn't that nice?

You mean those 20 little evacuees

in the cottage now, didn't you?

Has anybody...

But we've got our military hospital in here.

20?

Oh, I must've added a nought by mistake.

Now isn't that silly of me?

Take Fidget to the stables, John.

- Yes, Ma'am. - That's right.

- Come on. - Off you go, gal.

What shall we do with the children?

Rub out the nought and make two.

We'll put one in the boardroom

and the other in the bathroom, the box room.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, in a minute, dear.

Now, which two children would like

to go and stay with dear kind, Mrs. Barrington?

Now, I've made up my mind.

Come along you two.

Come out you two lucky ones.

You mean him, don't you?

No, I don't.

I mean both of you.

Oh, Evans?

Go into the house and get me some pillows,

blankets and eiderdowns.

You know, the one with the hole in it.

- Cigarettes. - It's my duty to remind you...

One thing at a time, Doctor, please.

- Now, this is Ronald... - Mixby.

- Mixby and... - Tony Andrews.

- Tony Andrews. - How do you do?

Oh, dear.

How do you do?

How do you do?

But I thought you said little girls?

No, they've always been boys.

Have they?

Oh, well it's all the same thing isn't it?

- Much obliged. - What for?

For having me.

Oh, it's a pleasure, I hope.

Miss Fernery, that reminds me.

I do hope that you'll find time to be on the committee.

Of course I will, Mrs. Barrington.

Which one?

The spit fun fire, Spitfire Fun Bazaar of course.

Oh, thank you.

Now, Ronald you must behave nicely while you're here.

You see, it's very kind of Mrs. Barrington to have you.

Bring 'em in 10 bob a week, don't I?

Oh.

Our orders say this is a military hospital.

That's right, of course it is.

Now have you got a stretcher?

We have.

Good, well bring 'em in, bring 'em in here.

Well, there you are.

- I've arranged everything. - Mrs. Barrington?

It was quite simply.

- It's just the natural... - Mrs. Barrington,

it's providence.

Providence, where?

I don't see anything.

We got a patient at last.

A patient?

But we can't take the patient.

We've got two little evacuees.

No, no, no.

He should've come half and hour earlier.

I, oh, poor chap.

But look, he's been wounded.

Why didn't you tell me at once?

Take him in of course.

Take him in.

Look at that poor fellow.

Oh, Evans take those away.

- We won't be needing them. - Is he sick?

And tell Miss Helen to come here.

She's in the kitchen garden.

We've got a case.

This the room over here?

Take it easy, then.

Who is he?

He's a Spitfire pilot.

Hello, sailor.

Hello.

Watch it now, now, now, now, now.

This is no place for little boys to play.

You can go to your room and stay there.

That's right.

Dear little chap.

So obedient.

Aye, maybe.

Yes.

Now the patient.

That's right, you know the way.

- You've been here before. - Yeah.

Oh.

Are you the case?

No.

I'm Ronald.

I'm evacuated.

Oh, how do you do, Ronald?

Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

It's in there.

Well thank you, Ronald.

Come on, Betty.

Morning, Andy.

Good day, Miss Helen.

Do you want me to report this?

No, no, leave everything to us.

We're under the War Office, you know.

I see.

Yes, we know all the regulations don't we, Helen?

Of course, Mother.

Good morning, Miss Helen.

Good morning.

Helen, my dear he's an officer.

He's got the CF, the D, the thing.

Oh, why didn't you put your uniform on dear?

Well, I hadn't time to change, Mother.

Oh.

And you might've brought John's yellow pyjamas down.

They do go with the room.

Yes, Mother.

Yellow.

- Lemons. - Lemons?

Lemon, that reminds me,

I haven't got a lemon in the house.

Are you ready for me, Doctor?

Aye, I'm ready.

Well, I've set the shoulder, Helen.

But there's a nasty great cut here I don't like the look of.

Would you get me some hot water please?

Yes, of course.

Put a double Scotch in it will you, please?

That'll come later in the treatment

and we'll both have some.

Ah, poor laddie.

You must've struck a log floatin' on the loch.

Is that what it was?

Felt like the Queen Mary.

Bad luck.

Yes, it was.

Or was it?

Oh, excuse me, Sir.

Here's your uniform, Miss.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Sir.

Perhaps I can help you.

Thank you, Sir.

Put that down!

I'm sorry, I'm...

Oh.

What are you doing here?

I'm here for my health and what's it to you anyway?

What were you doing with my luggage?

Your luggage?

Yes, my luggage.

Tell me sonny, this is 3 Manor Cottage, isn't it?

It is.

Most extraordinary.