Carve Her Name with Pride

Hurry along there, please.

Hurry along now. We're late already.

Right, that's the lot. I said that's the lot.

Vie Bushell!

Well, I'm blowed. Remember me?

Stockwell Road School?

- Shelly Wilson. - That's right.

Dyed my hair. Suits the uniform.

Well, I never!

- How are you keeping? - Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

Well, isn't this nice?

My first day on this route and I pick you up.

Do you still live around here?

Oh, yes. Just around the corner from the old school.

And do you work out west? - So do we.

We want to get there this morning. Come on, we've got to get to work.

Really, the manners of people these days.

Room for one more inside.

Sorry, that's the lot.

Say, Vie?

Vie?

- Hello. - Hello, love.

I've just taken a minute off. I had to come and tell you.

I've just seen Sally Wilkins. She's joined the act.

Thank heavens. We won.

Can you come out in Hyde Park with me Saturday afternoon?

Yes, why?

Well, I've got to try and pick up a French soldier.

Eh?

Well, it's a French national holiday

and Mom thought it would be a good idea

to find a French soldier and bring him back for supper.

I wish I had a French mother.

Well, will you come?

What on Earth do you want me with you for?

Well, I mean...

Well, I couldn't go on my own.

Oh, all right. But as long as you do all the talking.

'Cause I don't know enough French even to say no.

This jewelry's imitation.

There you are. Over there.

- Oh, no. They're not French. - Oh, aren't they?

Look, Win. They're French.

I don't think we're cut out for this work, Vie.

You know, we'll probably finish up getting arrested.

Do you mean they'll think we're...

Oh, crikey.

Oh, dear.

There you are. He's looking at you, Vie.

- He's a French officer, isn't he? - Mmm-hmm.

- In the Foreign Legion. - Is he really?

Oh, isn't that romantic, Vie?

What do we do now? Wait?

Your pardon, mademoiselle, have you the time, if you please?

The time? Oh, it's...

Oh, blimey, I don't know. What's the time, Vie?

I'm sorry, mademoiselle.

- Now I speak English. - That's all right.

Is it permitted that I sit down?

Oh, yes. Yes, sit down.

Well, go on, Vie, ask him.

Well, it's just that my mother thought that if you've got nothing to do,

you'd like to come back and have supper with us.

But, mademoiselle, I don't know your mother.

Oh, that doesn't matter.

What?

Oh, I understand.

She sent you to seek a lonely Frenchman, that she might entertain him.

Will you come?

Why not?

I beg your pardon, mademoiselle...

Well, I'm Violette Bushell and this is Winnie Watson.

Mademoiselle.

Now we all know each other, don't we?

Oh, please.

I bet you haven't heard this one. It's terrific.

- I got it from one of the boys last week. - There we are.

Another glass of wine like the officers have.

I wish health to you, monsieur. And you, madame,

and to the charming Mademoiselle Violette.

Hear, hear.

I'm so glad Violette found you.

It's been a lovely evening.

- Hasn't it, Charles? - First class.

The luck was for me.

I'm so happy.

Such fine stories of your adventures.

If I had been a man, I'd like to have been a professional soldier.

All those wonderful places you've seen.

Algiers.

Tunis.

Morocco.

Did you have a rough time getting out of Dunkirk?

Oh, please, sir, one day, perhaps.

Maybe we dance, mademoiselle?

Yes.

Excuse me, madame.

I think your parents are very charming.

- Where were you born? England? - Yes, I was born in London.

But my parents met in France. The last war.

I understand.

I say, look at Vie.

It's the first time I've ever seen her take an interest in a boy.

She may be my sister, chum, but I'm warning you,

she's a terror with the boys.

Well, you asked for it, Roy. Now you've got it.

I'm sorry. Music! Start the music! Quick!

Bully.

There you are. The toughest one in the family.

- Will you have another drink? - No, thank you, madame.

If you will excuse me, I must get back now.

I'm on duty tonight.

Perhaps... Perhaps, in the next days you will teach me something of London?

If you will permit, madame.

- But of course. - Oh, I'd love to.

- Well, I'll just walk along with... - No. No. No, Charles.

Bye-bye, Etienne.

Good cheer. Hope for the best.

Nice knowing you.

- Good night, monsieur. - Good night.

Good night, mademoiselle.

I'll fetch your cap.

Come on, Dad, how about a sing-song?

What shall we have?

- My Old Dutch. - My Old Dutch.

My Old Dutch. All right, off we go.

We've been together now for 40 years

And it don't seem a day too much

7:00, tomorrow, Hyde Park?

The same seat.

I shall remember.

I'll try not to be late.

Good night, Violette.

Au revoir, Etienne.

You look very sweet in the moonlight.

What are you thinking?

I was pretending that we were in the south of France

sitting in a lovely hotel, looking out at the sea.

From my home in Marseilles, I could look at the sea.

Oh, I'd love to go to Marseilles. And Monte Carlo.

When we are married, we will go together.

And to Paris.

Have you been to Paris?

I used to go over the summer when I was a kid

and stay with relations, but that was in the country.

It's the most wonderful city in the world.

Paris.

The trees in the bois.

The shops in the Champs-Elysees.

In the spring it is fairyland.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here.

- I... Hey! Put that light out!

I'm sorry, Dad. I forgot about the curtains.

That's all right. I was looking for my pipe.

- I'm sorry, monsieur. I should have gone. - Yes, well, it is getting on.

Vie, your mother wants you in the kitchen.

What for?

I don't know. She wants you. Get along now.

- Well, now, Etienne... - Monsieur, I wish to say something.

Well, all right.

You know,

I have known Violette only a little time.

Soon I go away.

- Yes, well, that's just it... - Please, Monsieur Bushell, please.

I wish to say...

Please, monsieur,

I want your permission to marry your daughter.

Marry her? You want to marry her?

- Thank you, monsieur. Thank you. - Hey, steady on. Not so fast.

This wants thinking about, you know.

- But we are sure, monsieur. - You may be sure, but,

well, damn it all, old man, you've only known the girl for three days.

But monsieur, it is not time that tells these things,

but the heart.

We love each other.

No, no, it won't do.

She's too young. I'm not having it.

- Oh, aren't you? - Now, Vie.

I'm sorry, Dad, but Etienne and I are going to get married.

- Monsieur Bushell... - He asked you first 'cause he's French,

and he thought he ought to, but it won't make any difference.

Oh, won't it?

- No, it won't. - Oh?

Well,

all right then. Well, what are we arguing about?

Oh, Dad!

- Oh, Etienne! - Violette.

There we are, Madame Szabo.

A week ago today we were on our way here.

We celebrate the occasion tonight with champagne.

Oh, darling.

Please, darling, don't look anymore.

When the honeymoon is over, we go back to the war.

See those trees over there?

I'll race you to them.

All right.

Violette?

Violette?

Did you call?

Make way for me. I'm coming up.