Molly: An American Girl on the Home Front (2006) Movie Script
Hollywood, USA.
Here, at the famous Hollywood Canteen
in downtown Los Angeles,
movie stars are banding together
to do their share for the war effort,
entertaining America 's brave servicemen
before they ship overseas.
Glamorous actresses like Linda Darnell
can often be found serving up
a warm meal and...
Gosh, Linda Darnell
has the most beautiful smile.
And she has the prettiest hair.
Miss Campbell's hair is much prettier.
And it's naturally curly.
Molly Mclntire, that's the silliest thing
I ever heard.
- It's a perm.
- It's natural.
... and, on another continent,
the Queen of England proudly watches
as the future queen, Princess Elizabeth,
with her sister Princess Margaret Rose,
sets out for her first official review.
Who do you like better,
Princess Elizabeth
or Princess Margaret Rose?
- Margaret Rose.
- Elizabeth.
If I were a princess,
I'd have such elegant tea parties.
- That's a brilliant idea, Linda.
- What?
A tea party.
That's what I'll do for my birthday.
That was swell.
Judy and Mickey are the perfect couple.
Not nearly as perfect as
- He's so handsome.
- You've met him?
You've met Lieutenant Tom Davies?
Not in person. But I did see his picture.
- You didn't.
- Where?
In Miss Campbell's desk drawer.
- You snooped in her desk?
- No.
Last week when we had the air raid drill,
my job was to turn out the lights, so
I was the last one to leave the classroom.
And her drawer was open
with his picture sticking out.
You're so lucky.
- I bet he looks like Jimmy Stewart.
- More like Tyrone Power.
- And what can I get you girls?
- We'll have the usual, Billy.
- A large hot fudge sundae.
- With extra nuts.
- And three spoons.
- Sorry, girls. There's no ice cream today.
- No ice cream?
- That's impossible.
- Things can change overnight in wartime.
- But ice cream...
That's just too much.
Come on, girls,
we have to do our part for the war effort.
I'll have a cherry cola, please.
- Me, too.
- Same here.
Three CCs.
- Oh, my gosh.
- What?
Don't look behind you.
I told you not to look.
It's Miss Campbell. Who's she with?
- Is that...
- Golly.
- He's even handsomer in real life.
Don't stare. Turn around.
There you go.
And I got some extra cherries for you girls.
- Thanks, Billy.
- Thanks, Billy.
I wonder what they're talking about.
It's the wedding, of course.
"Oh, Lieutenant Davies, my darling,
how many bridesmaids should we have?"
She wouldn't call him "Lieutenant Davies."
They're engaged, for Pete's sake.
"Oh, Tom, my darling,
we should have three bridesmaids.
"My favorite students,
Linda, Susan and that enchanting Molly."
What's the...
Molly Mclntire,
I think you have a future in the theater.
Ladies.
Yikes.
And I didn't know why Linda was making
such silly faces at me,
and then Miss Campbell came over
Lieutenant Tom Davies. He's a dreamboat.
- You're such a child.
- I wasn't talking to you, Jill.
He's in the air force, Dad.
I bet he's awfully brave.
Davies. I think I took his appendix out
when he was about Jill's age.
He certainly was brave back then.
An officer in the air force.
Gosh, he's lucky.
- I wish I was old enough to join up.
- Well, you're not, Ricky.
- For which I am thankful.
- That's not very patriotic of you, Mom.
I suppose it isn't, dear.
But each time
I pass by Mrs. Gilford's window
and see that blue star,
I imagine how worried she must be
about her Johnny.
It's hard for me to think of Johnny Gilford
as a Marine.
It seems like just yesterday
he was our paperboy.
Never missed a puddle.
The boy's off doing his duty
for his country.
Well, let's hope his aim's improved.
Well, let's see now,
isn't it someone's birthday very soon?
Oh, yes. And I have the best idea.
I'd like to have a royal
tea party this year,
like Princess Elizabeth
and Princess Margaret Rose.
Everyone has to get dressed up
in fancy clothes and then...
Molly, dear, we just don't have the rations
for a big birthday party.
She's simply too young
to understand sacrifice, Mother.
- I am not.
- Nonsense.
She's gonna be 10 years old.
She understands perfectly.
- Don't you, dear?
- Yes, ma'am.
Thanks for supper.
May I please be excused?
Yeah, of course.
Look, I was thinking.
Now, it might not be as exciting
as a royal tea party,
but maybe I could take you out
for a special day.
- Just you and me?
- Yeah.
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea!
I hope you all had a lovely weekend,
boys and girls. I certainly did.
We have an exciting week of learning
about the world ahead of us.
Today, we are going to learn
about England.
England is the largest
of the four countries...
- She's looking especially pretty today.
- That color really suits her.
I bet Lieutenant Davies
gave her those pearls.
The other countries are Northern Ireland...
I love the way her engagement ring
glitters in the light.
England is one of the great
industrial and trading nations of the world.
That's such a beautiful diamond.
Lieutenant Davies must be rich.
Handsome, brave and rich. He's perfect.
Molly Mclntire, could you name
the capital city of England?
Molly?
- Yes, Miss Campbell?
- I asked you a question.
I'm sorry, Miss Campbell. I didn't hear.
I wonder if anyone else heard me.
Yes, Alison?
Miss Campbell, you asked Molly to name
the capital city of England.
- The capital city of England is London.
- Very good.
And who can tell me why it's important
for us to know about England
and its capital, London?
Molly?
Because we're fighting together
with England in the war against Germany.
Yes. Tim?
And because it's being bombed
by the Germans
and lots of our soldiers are there
including my brothers, Joe and Anthony.
Someone very dear to me
just shipped out as well, Tim.
We're praying for the safe return
of all our soldiers, aren't we, class?
- Yes, Miss Campbell.
- Wonderful.
And a five, six, seven.
Shuffle right, shuffle left,
shuffle right, step, step.
Shuffle right, shuffle right,
shuffle left, stamp, stamp.
Here come the toes.
Listen to the music.
Climbing in a circle, clapping right.
Good. Shim sham right.
Beautiful. Come back to your left, Molly.
Double back there, Molly. Double back.
That's right.
That's right. Back to the right. Good.
And the left.
Back the other way towards the big finish,
and...
Thank you, Miss Campbell.
And as for you, young ladies,
I have only one word. Practice.
Now, I know the Christmas Extravaganza
seems far away,
but it'll be here before you know it.
And we will be doing
something very special for the finale.
The number is to be titled, "Victory."
And the lead will be danced by one of you
as Miss Victory.
Yes, Alison?
Miss Victory would have to be
the best dancer in the class, wouldn't she?
Naturally.
But if I may add something, Miss Lavonda?
Please.
Being Miss Victory is about more
than just dancing.
Her duties will continue
after the Christmas show
as part of our school's war effort.
She'll be performing
at Veterans' Hospitals, War Bond rallies,
maybe even USO shows.
So, young ladies,
if you aspire to be Miss Victory,
your work is cut out for you.
I will be making my selection
at the beginning of the new school year.
Go away from me.
I guess Miss Campbell won't get married
until the war's over.
Or maybe he'll come home on leave
and they'll have the wedding then.
That would be so romantic.
- I have big news.
- What?
I'm going to be Miss Victory.
- I don't know how to put this, Molly,
but... - We're your best friends.
And friends tell each other the truth.
- And the truth is that...
- I'm not good enough.
- Lf you know that, then how can you...
- Well, I'm not good enough now.
But I will be. I have all summer.
I'll tap-dance till my shoes fall apart.
I'll practice day and night. Night and day.
- I thought you didn't like to practice.
- I hate to practice.
But you just said that you were going to
practice day and night, night and day.
You see, I want to do something important
for the war effort.
You heard Miss Campbell.
Being Miss Victory
isn't just about tap-dancing.
But you have to be really good at it.
And Alison Hargate's been taking lessons
since she was in diapers.
Well, then I'll just have to make up
for the lost time.
- Hello, Molly.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilford.
- Bye, Molly.
- Bye, Molly.
Hello, girls.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilford.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilford.
Hello, Marmalade.
Peanuts!
Gosh, they're good.
Next Saturday I'm seeing Girl Crazy again
so I can study the tap routines.
Gotta tap like Mickey and Judy
if I'm gonna be Miss Victory.
Once my girl makes up her mind,
there's no stopping her.
Just like her dad.
Oh. I almost forgot.
- Your birthday present.
- What is it?
Well, open it and find out.
It's beautiful.
You can put anything you want
inside this locket.
I'll keep it forever and a day. Thanks.
Okay, folks. We've got a winner.
And here they are. Congratulations.
Thank you.
Very good. Congratulations.
May I have this dance, Miss Mclntire?
It would be my pleasure, Dr. Mclntire.
It's The Fred Allen Show,
with Fred's guests Edgar Bergen
and Charlie McCarthy.
Dad, it's our show. Come sit with me.
Give your father a chance
to catch his breath, Molly.
I've kept your dinner warm.
Another time, Olly-Molly.
Now look. Senator, slow down a minute,
if you will, please. You've only...
- What's the matter with you two?
- Is something wrong?
You sure are acting funny.
Your father and I have some news for you.
Hurray! Blackout drill.
Just what we needed tonight.
Jill, close the curtains.
Ricky, turn off the lights,
Molly, get the candles.
I'll get some extra blankets.
I'll be right down.
It's freezing. I wish we didn't have to have
these blackouts.
In case you haven't heard, we're at war.
Yeah. We have to know what to do in case
there's a Nazi attack on Jefferson.
No one's going to attack us.
The war's far away.
Miss Campbell showed us on the map.
Ricky's right.
It never hurts to be prepared.
Exactly. And if you were more mature,
you'd understand.
Jill.
So what was the news
you had for us, Mom?
Well, Jim, I think that you ought to be
the one to tell the children.
Now? Here?
It's the perfect time and place.
You're starting to make me nervous.
What's going on?
Quite a few of the younger doctors
at the hospital are serving overseas.
And their letters are very sobering.
It's hard to read them
without wanting to take action.
Well, what kind of action, Dad?
Well, that's what
we want to discuss with you.
I've thought about it for months and
- your mother and I have talked it over...
- Dad. No.
Let him finish, Mol.
I've joined up.
I'll be shipping out for England very soon.
- Gosh. That's swell.
- No, it isn't. It's horrible.
It's the all clear. We can go back up.
I don't blame you for being upset, Molly.
But I'm needed over there.
- You're needed here.
- Molly.
Your father and I have
thought this through very carefully.
That's why he's leaving his family,
to go to some strange country
that's being bombed for real?
Molly,
the people in this room mean more to me
than anything in the world.
But there are thousands of our young men
over there who need doctors.
I have to go.
- I'm awfully proud of you, Dad.
- I wish I could sign up with you.
Is Mom gonna hang a blue star
in the window when you go?
Well, lots of houses around here
have them.
That's something to be proud of.
And the houses with gold stars?
The soldiers who lived there
aren't ever coming back.
So what's the use of being proud?
I'm gonna be looking after patients, Molly.
I won't be on the front lines.
You don't have to be on the front lines
to be hurt or...
I'm going upstairs.
I wish everything could stay
just the way it is right now.
That's a hard wish to grant.
But look at the North Star. It's steady.
It's unchanging.
You can always depend on it.
No matter where we wander, there it is.
I like that.
You know something?
You're my North Star.
All of you.
'Cause wherever I am, all I have to do
is look up at the sky
and think of my family.
Right here, waiting for me.
That way, I never feel lost.
Promise you'll come home.
I promise.
All aboard!
Well, it's time to say so long.
- Good luck, Dad.
- Thank you, Son.
- Take care of yourself, Dad.
- I will. Don't you worry.
- Remember the North Star, Molly.
- I will.
All aboard!
Bye-bye now.
Bye, Dad.
Bye.
Remember, Molly.
Bye, Dad!
- I love you.
- I love you too, Molly.
As America ships
more of its men into action,
our countrymen at home and abroad
hope for swift victory.
And victory is the word as our allies
win a major battle in North Africa.
The great Winston Churchill arrives
to congratulate the soldiers
who have liberated Tripoli
from the Fascists.
You know that pretty pink sweater
Miss Campbell had on yesterday?
- I saw one just like it in Photoplay.
- Golly. Who was wearing it?
- Betty Grable.
- She's my favorite.
... seen Gone With the Wind 72 times.
When I'm in New York, I refuse
to drive through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I miss you so much.
Tim, your word is helium.
Helium.
H- E-L
E- U-M. Helium.
Sorry, Tim.
Come on.
- Molly?
- Helium.
- H-E-L-l-U-M.
- Correct.
Keep working at home.
We want to choose the best possible team
to represent us.
The winner of this year's
Willow Street School Spelling Bee
will come from this class and no other.
And it'll be you, second year in a row.
The undefeated champion!
All right. Off to lunch you go.
I wonder if she's writing a letter
to Lieutenant Davies.
- Of course she is.
- I bet she writes him every day.
My mom writes my brothers every day.
Anthony got hurt.
Gosh. Is he all right?
He's okay. It wasn't serious.
Maybe my dad's looking after him
at a field hospital.
I hope so. Your dad's swell.
He took out my tonsils
and it didn't hurt a bit.
So how's that day and night, night and day
tap-dancing going?
Well, I haven't exactly started.
You'd better get going
if you want to be Miss Victory.
I need to ask my mom
about extra lessons.
But she's been looking really worried
about stuff lately.
- Stuff?
- You know, bills and things.
Dad used to take care of that.
Now she has to.
That's not a mom's job.
Hey, why don't you come in for a snack?
It's grilled cheese day.
Mom!
We're home. I'm starving.
Mrs. Gilford?
What are you doing here?
Your mother asked me to come over
and look after you girls for the afternoon.
Oh.
Well, I don't suppose she told you
it was grilled cheese day?
She did not.
But I've made you baloney sandwiches.
My Johnny can never get enough
of his mother's baloney sandwiches.
Now, you girls wash your hands
and let me inspect them.
And remind me to show you a picture
of Johnny in his uniform.
And then we had to look at an entire
album of pictures of Johnny Gilford.
Starting from when he was a baby.
There's nothing wrong
with Mrs. Gilford being proud of her son.
I never said there was.
But I don't have to be.
Something smells really good
in the kitchen.
- I'm baking a casserole.
- Yum.
It isn't for us, dear.
My friend, Doreen's brother
was killed in France.
I'm taking the casserole to their house.
What difference will a casserole make?
It's what you do to help a family
in some small way during a dreadful time.
Which reminds me, there's something that
I'd like to discuss with all of you.
- I've taken a job.
- A job?
- You?
- Doing what?
What a nice vote of confidence
from my children.
But a real job?
Lots of women are taking jobs these days.
With all the men away,
we're needed to build planes
- and assemble war machinery...
- Assemble war machinery?
- You?
- Richard Mclntire, you may not know this,
but before I was your mother,
I could take an engine apart
and put it back together
faster than any one of my brothers.
What job did you take, Mother?
Well, they had an opening
at the Jefferson Aircraft Plant.
I am going to be working
on the Fighter Assembly Line.
- And if I hear one more thing, Ricky...
- Who? Me?
I don't want you to work, Mom.
We need you here.
Dad's not here
and everything's upside down.
It's not just us, Molly.
Everything is upside down for everyone.
Anyway, if you're working,
who's gonna look after us?
Well, I've asked your Aunt Eleanor
to come and stay.
- Hooray! Aunt Eleanor.
- But before she can come,
Mrs. Gilford has agreed to take the job.
Which, quite frankly,
is harder than assembling any planes.
Not Mrs. Gilford?
Why can't Aunt Eleanor come right away?
Well, she can't just drop everything
overnight, Molly.
Besides, Mrs. Gilford is a lovely woman.
She's raised a son all by herself
and she's very capable.
But she makes baloney sandwiches
and all she talks about is Johnny.
Molly, we're at war.
Everybody has to do their part.
So maybe yours is eating
a few baloney sandwiches
and listening to stories
about Johnny Gilford.
- Is that really so bad?
- No.
- Mother.
- Golly.
You look so different from... you.
I wasn't sure how to dress for the job.
But I thought this would do
for the first day.
You look swell.
Now listen, I know that
this is brand new for all of us,
so, I can use all the support
and cooperation I can get.
- Especially from you, Molly.
- I'll be good.
- You promise to be nice to Mrs. Gilford?
- I'll try.
- I mean, I will.
- Oh, that's my carpool.
- Be good.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
Golly. She's really working.
What's this orange stuff, Mrs. Gilford?
Polite children do not refer to their food
as "stuff," Molly.
The vegetable that you're lucky enough
to have on your plates is mashed turnip
grown in my Victory Garden.
It's one of Johnny's favorites.
- And mine.
- You rat.
Quite delightful, Mrs. Gilford.
Molly, you haven't touched your food.
Is there a reason for that?
- Yes, ma'am.
- What might that be?
I don't like turnips.
It smells like dirty socks.
Well, I'm sorry you feel like that.
Because anyone who fails to finish
her turnip will have no dessert.
Nor will she be allowed to leave the table
until the turnips are gone.
Did you know that Johnny was first
in his class his senior year?
He was offered a scholarship
at three different colleges.
Really, Molly, you don't want to
upset Mother when she gets home.
When Dad was here,
dinner was always fun.
Life isn't about having fun, dear.
Mr. Gilford passed away
when Johnny was just 10.
The boy went out
and got himself a paper route.
Do you think that was fun?
- Just hold your nose and swallow.
- You hold your nose.
That will be your mother.
If I were you, I'd start eating.
- Thank you, Gladys.
- You're quite welcome, Helen.
Enjoy your meal, dear.
- Molly, what on earth are you doing?
- How was work, Mom?
It went well, dear.
But you haven't answered my question.
Well, I'm supposed to be here
until I finish my turnips.
Which means I'll be here until I die.
Well, do you mind if I sit with you?
Not until you die, of course,
just while I have my tea.
Sure.
Maybe I should reheat these turnips
while we're at it.
They certainly can't be very tasty
when they're cold.
It won't help.
I think that we can spare
some of our butter and sugar rations.
Mrs. Gilford's driving me crazy, Mom.
Oh, she is, is she?
- She talks about Johnny all the time.
- Well, she misses him.
Just like you miss your dad.
- But I don't talk about Dad all the time.
- Well, she is all alone and you're not.
You know,
when you get home after school,
you have a whole houseful of people
who love you waiting for you.
When Mrs. Gilford got home just now,
all she has waiting for her is her old cat.
Here. Taste.
It's good.
You know, Molly,
sometimes we have to do things
whether we like to or not.
Even when there's no one around
to sweeten the taste.
Very nice, Molly.
Miss Campbell.
- I know I'm not supposed to be here.
- Oh, well, it'll be our secret.
Thanks. I really need the extra practice.
- I want so much to be Miss Victory.
- You do?
My dad really believes that I can do it.
I don't want to disappoint him.
- He's in England.
- Do you miss him an awful lot?
- Yes.
I'm sure you know what that feels like.
I guess you'll have a big wedding
when he comes back.
Oh, that's the plan.
- Sometimes we...
- What?
Sometimes, my friends and I,
we imagine how splendid
the wedding will be.
Oh, yes, I've dreamed of a huge wedding
since I was your age.
I suppose most girls do.
But, as it's a morning of secrets,
you want to know a secret, Molly?
- Yes, Miss Campbell.
- All right.
When you really love someone,
it doesn't matter
how splendid the wedding is.
I'd marry Tom Davies on the front porch
with the milkman as our only guest.
Golly.
Now, you should get
some extra practicing done.
You should get working.
You can't dance without music. Ready?
Five, six, seven, eight.
Mrs. Gilford, I'm home.
Mom, you're here. Swell.
You'll never guess what happened this...
Why are you home?
I'm baking a casserole.
Who's it for?
Mrs. Gilford.
You don't mean...
Yes, dear. I'm afraid I do.
Johnny?
Can I help? Please.
Mrs. Gilford.
Thousands of you in this country,
have had to leave your homes
and be separated
from your fathers and mothers.
My sister, Margaret Rose, and I
feel so much for you,
as we know from experience
what it means to be away
from those we love most of all.
All of us children who are still at home
think continually
of our friends and relations,
who have gone overseas.
We know that in the end all will be well.
Elizabeth Taylor looks
just like Princess Elizabeth.
And sounds just like her.
Do you think her accent is real
or was she acting?
Well, of course it's real. She's English.
I read it all in Photoplay.
Everything in the movie is real.
- Except for Lassie.
- Lassie?
She's not a dog?
Of course she's a dog. A boy-dog.
- What's the snack today?
- Mom, we're home. The movie was so...
Molly, this is Emily Bennett
from London, England.
- London, England.
- Golly.
Emily's gonna be staying with us
for a while.
How do you do?
Hi.
Mrs. Shaw at the aircraft plant
was going to take Emily in.
But her son was injured overseas
and he's coming home.
I said we'd be delighted to have her.
How do you do? I'm Susan Shapiro.
- I don't think you have to curtsy.
- I'm Linda Rinaldi.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Emily.
Emily dear, I'm gonna help
Jill get things ready for you upstairs.
Just make yourself at home.
Molly and the girls
will take good care of you.
Would you like some water?
Do sit down. Please.
We just saw an English movie.
England is very grand.
Did you ever meet
Princess Margaret Rose?
Or Princess Elizabeth?
For Pete's sake, that's like asking
if you've met Eleanor Roosevelt.
Let Emily answer.
- May I have that water now, please.
- Sure.
The princesses?
Well, I...
Of course she has.
But it's not polite to brag.
Isn't that right, Emily?
You see.
Thank you.
Could you say where you met them?
That's not exactly bragging.
- At our home.
- Gosh. What were they doing there?
My mum invited them to tea.
Is your mother a duchess?
Or maybe a countess?
She's Lady Bennett.
I think Emily is getting tired after her...
- Do you live in a castle?
- No.
A manor.
- Bennett Manor.
- Bennett Manor?
All set.
We've moved Jill's things into my room,
so you and Molly can share.
Share? My room?
Yes, dear. Isn't that exciting?
Yes. Very exciting.
Now, you girls go on home now.
You'll see lots more of Emily at school.
Lovely to meet you, Emily.
It's been charming
making your acquaintanceship.
Molly, why don't you take Emily upstairs,
show her around her new room.
This is it. That'll be your bed.
Thank you.
- Is that all you have?
- Yes.
My trunk was lost.
On the boat.
There's room in the closet and the dresser
for you.
- Jill took out most of her stuff.
- Thank you.
I guess you're used to a bigger room
at Bennett Manor.
And butlers and everything.
I like reading, too. What's the book?
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.
He's my favorite author.
Have you read any Nancy Drew mysteries?
No.
- I like your dog.
- Thank you.
- Does he have a name?
- King.
- Like the King of England?
- No.
Oh.
Well, I have some things to do.
If you'd like to freshen up,
it's just down the hall.
Why can't I share Mom's room
and you stay in there with Emily?
That's the most ridiculous idea
I ever heard.
You two are exactly the same age.
I'm sure you have
a million things in common.
We have nothing in common.
She's stuck up and she's used to servants
and fancy clothes
and tea parties with the princesses.
Why is she here anyway?
In case you haven't been
reading the papers,
there's a war going on where she lives.
Yeah. And our dad is over there.
Nothing is the way it should be.
He should be here
and that Emily girl should be back there.
Honestly, Molly, you are so immature!
Why? Because I want my dad back home
and I don't want to share my room
with a total stranger?
I'm sure that Emily
would rather not be here, either.
If Dad were here
none of this would have happened.
He would have insisted on taking her in,
and you know it.
Time for dinner, girls.
Emily, dinner's ready.
I saw a newsreel at the movies
of a whole building exploding in London!
- Was your house ever bombed?
- Ricky, let Emily eat.
She's all done, Mom.
Have you ever see any German planes?
'Cause I have a couple
that are exact replicas of...
Rick!
Our dad's in London. He's in the army.
He's a doctor.
I'm rather tired. May I leave the table?
Yes, of course, dear.
- What's wrong with her?
- It's not her, it's you.
She came here all by herself.
She's away from her family
in a strange country.
The last thing she wants to talk about
is exploding buildings.
Sorry.
It doesn't matter what we talk about.
She hates us. She hasn't smiled once.
Well, give her some time.
She's been around war
since she was 5 years old.
It may take her a little while
to learn how to smile.
Now, I'm sure you're going to make
our new student, Emily Bennett,
who's come all the way from London,
feel welcome.
Oh, thank you, Anthony.
Now, let's have our final Spell-Off
before I make my choices
for this year's Spelling Bee team.
Take your places.
Girls on one side, boys on the other.
- Emily, would you like to participate?
- Yes, please.
- You sure are a swell speller, Emily.
- Thank you.
Proper spelling and grammar
are considered terribly important
back home.
- Linda says you know Princess Elizabeth.
- And Princess Margaret Rose.
- Do you really know the princesses?
- Yes.
- They have tea at her house.
- It was only once.
Look! There's Miss Campbell.
I think she has the list
for the Spelling Bee.
You have to come over
to my house, Emily.
We could arrange a little tea party for you.
Yes, that looks like the list.
I'm sure you're all eager to hear
who's representing our class.
We sure are.
Our spellers will be Molly Mclntire,
Alison Hargate, Tim Rutledge,
Howie Munson and Emily Bennett.
- Emily?
- Me?
Emily is an excellent speller.
We're very lucky to have her on our team.
"Feign." F-E-l-G-N.
"Hippopotamus."
- H-I-P-O...
- You left out a "P."
"Hippopotamus."
H- I-P-P
O- P-O-T-A-M-U-S.
- Would you like me to help you?
- No, thanks.
- Aren't you going to study?
- It's not necessary.
Oh, really?
Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great honor as principal
to welcome you all
to our annual End of Term Spelling Bee!
The best spellers in each class
have been chosen
to compete for this year's beautiful ribbon.
The words have been drawn up
by our august panel of judges,
Miss Littlefield, Mrs. Taft, Miss Campbell.
So, without further ado,
good luck all, and let's begin!
Jane, your word is "camouflage."
Camouflage.
C- A-M-O
F- L-A-G-E.
Sorry, Jane.
Jimmy, your word is "lucent."
"Lucent."
L- U...
- Can you repeat that please?
- Lucent.
L- U-S-S-E-N-T.
I'm sorry.
- Mote. That is spelled M-O-T-T-E!
- Incorrect.
Censor.
C- E-N
- S-U-R.
- Sorry, Dwight.
We're down to our last two spellers,
Miss Molly Mclntire
and our new student from
London, England, Miss Emily Bennett.
Let's hear a hearty round of applause
for all our participants.
Emily, your word is "maneuver."
"Maneuver."
M- A-N-O-E-U-V-R-E.
I'm so sorry, dear.
"Maneuver."
M- A-N-E-U-V-E-R.
Just a moment! Attention!
I'm afraid we've made an error.
My fellow judges have pointed out
that Emily just gave us
the correct alternate British spelling
of "maneuver."
As Emily was correct, Molly,
your word is "mnemonic."
"Mnemonic."
- Could you please use that in a sentence?
- Certainly.
The students used a mnemonic
to remember the names
of the Great Lakes.
"Mnemonic."
That would be... M-N...
- Can I say that again please?
- Go ahead.
M- N-E...
Due to unforeseen circumstances,
we are going to interrupt this contest.
Congratulations to our final two.
You'll both receive a ribbon.
Assembly dismissed.
It was so kind of you
to help me out, Helen.
- And you have such a lovely home!
- Thank you.
Emily must be pleased to be here.
We're doing our best
to make her feel welcome.
And this is my daughter, Molly.
Molly, this is my friend, Mrs. Shaw,
from the aircraft plant.
She was the lady that
was going to take Emily in.
- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Shaw.
- It's very nice to meet you, dear.
- And where's Emily?
- She's at the library.
- Are you getting on well?
- I guess so.
Molly, that's not very enthusiastic.
What's gotten into you?
Well, this isn't the palace she's used to.
Palace?
It isn't Bennett Manor.
We don't have butlers and maids.
I'm not quite sure I understand
what you're talking about, dear.
Where Emily lives.
Emily lives in a little apartment
above a sweet shop.
Or she did, before it was bombed.
Her parents aren't Lord and Lady Bennett?
Her father was a bus driver
before he enlisted.
And I'm sorry to say,
her mother was killed last year
when their home was hit.
Molly, where in the world
did these stories come from?
I...
I just assumed, you know,
because she's from England,
and I thought maybe...
No, dear.
Your guest is just an ordinary girl.
And your home
is probably closer to a palace
than anywhere she's ever lived.
Six, seven, eight, Charleston.
Step, front, step, kick behind.
Point your toes. Go down to the knees.
Four, five, six.
It's three, four, and sway.
Clap heels next, and one.
Good, Alison. Box step.
One more!
Big finish and pose!
Good work. Now.
You all have the summer
to hone your tapping skills.
And remember, your goal.
Miss Victory! Class dismissed!
Oh, Miss Victory!
That'd be swell.
Molly!
Do you think Emily
would come to my house for high tea?
How should I know?
It's much more like what she's used to.
We have a maid and a cook...
For your information...
I'm sure she'd have a swell time, Alison.
"London remains a magnificent city.
"And the English people
are courageous and kind.
"The field hospital is understaffed,
"so I'm doctor, nurse and orderly
most days.
"I miss my little family
more than I can say.
"Each night I look up at the stars..."
I'll get the blankets.
Head to the basement everyone.
Come on, Emily. Hurry up.
It'll be over soon. Really.
The worst part is sitting in the dark.
Waiting.
We had to do this almost every night.
You'd hear an awful noise,
a split second of silence,
then the explosion.
If you were outside
when the siren went off,
you'd have to make a dash
for the tube station.
We'd sleep there all night,
hundreds of us crowded together.
Cold, dirty, hungry even.
That sounds terrifying.
You'd come out in the morning
and a house you walked past every day,
maybe even your own,
would be nothing but a pile of bricks.
That's the all clear. We can go up now.
See? We're safe.
We're never safe.
No! No! No! No!
- Emily.
- No, no. No!
Emily. Emily!
You were having a bad dream.
- I'm sorry I woke you.
- That's okay.
What were you dreaming about?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Good night.
I got Great Expectations from the library.
I'm really enjoying it.
My favorite Dickens is A Christmas Carol.
Every Christmas, Mum and Dad and I
would sit around the tree
and read it aloud.
That sounds nice.
I had a beautiful edition of the book.
The illustrations were just magical.
Why didn't you bring it with you?
It burned. In the bombing.
I'm sorry for everything that
happened to you, Emily.
Thank you, Molly.
I think you're the bravest person I know,
next to my dad.
Your dad sounds like a fine man.
You must miss him terribly.
I do.
I miss my dad, too.
And my mum.
- Molly.
- Yes?
- I have to tell you something.
- What?
I don't live in Bennett Manor.
We lived in a flat above a shop.
My dad drives a bus and my mum...
- You don't have to...
- Let me finish, please.
My mum, she wasn't Lady Bennett.
She was the best mum in the world,
but she wasn't royal.
And she's...
She's dead.
Oh, Emily.
I wasn't planning to tell lies, Molly,
it just happened.
I was so afraid that
you and your friends wouldn't like me.
Come on. It's warm in here.
You don't hate me?
I could never hate you, Emily.
And as far as I'm concerned,
you are a princess.
Oh, my.
- Good night, Emily.
- Good night, Molly.
Women with wings.
At A venger Field in Sweetwater, Texas,
famous flyer Jacqueline Cochran
gives her ferry pilot students
a last-minute inspection.
Then it's off by plane
for graduation ceremonies.
"Goodbye, daughter,
I'm working for the army now. "
And any gal between 21 and 24
with flying in her blood
and 35 hours in her log book
can take the training.
Ellington Field, Houston, Texas.
And for Miss Cochran
and Major General Grant...
Jimmy Cagney sure can dance!
I have to bring Aunt Eleanor to see this.
Your Aunt Eleanor is swell.
When's she arriving?
This afternoon. I'm counting the minutes.
Last time her aunt was here,
she took us up in a plane!
- Goodness!
- That she drove herself.
Piloted, not "drove."
Hey! It's the last weekend
of our summer holidays.
- Let's do something fun.
- We could have a picnic.
I thought we were going roller-skating.
I have a great idea.
This is where I do my wink, twirl
and splits!
I haven't exactly got it all down,
but I'm getting there.
Now can we go roller-skating?
That's it? That's all you have to say?
I've been working really hard.
- Oh, it shows. You've improved.
- A lot.
I enjoyed it immensely.
There! You see? Let's go.
You go on without me.
I want to get things ready
for Aunt Eleanor.
Pacing like that is not going
to get your aunt here any sooner.
Mrs. Gilford, did I ever tell you
that Aunt Eleanor taught me
how to steer a sailboat when I was five?
She can do anything.
I suppose it'll be quite a relief
to have her here instead of boring old me.
No. I've actually really enjoyed
having you around, Mrs. Gilford.
She's here!
- What's up, Doc?
- Not much, Dutch!
I've so many things planned out
for us to do
and I can hardly wait till you meet Emily.
She's from London and...
Whoa! Slow down, Dutch!
Hey, how come you have
only one suitcase?
You're staying until Christmas.
How about I take my favorite niece
out for a soda?
I've been really looking forward
to spending time with you, Dutch.
Me, too.
But I can't stay.
- Why not?
- I'm on my way to Texas.
- Texas? What for?
- I'm reporting for flight training.
I've joined
the Women's Airforce Service Pilots.
- You what?
- Well, it's a great honor to be accepted.
Twenty-five thousand
female pilots applied
and only one in 25 were chosen!
There you are.
I was worried about you.
I've been sitting here, thinking.
- I'm sorry.
- So am I, for letting you down.
It wasn't an easy decision,
and I know you were counting on me,
but, I can do so much more
to help this way.
Because they need the best.
You and Dad,
you're both the best at what you do.
Well, he's my big brother.
It runs in the family. Like modesty.
I wish there was something I was best at.
Well, you have lots of time
to find out what that is.
But for now, you are the very best Molly
you could ever be.
- Aunt Eleanor.
- Yes, Dutch?
I'm so proud of you.
Your Aunt Eleanor loves adventure.
It's more than that, Mom.
She's doing what she has to do.
- Oh, she is, is she?
- Yes.
You see, there's a whole lot at stake here.
And we can't afford to stand by
and hope the other guy
will take care of things.
We have to go out there and do it.
"It's not easy here
and sometimes my spirits are low.
"But then I see some
of the wounded soldiers around me,
"young men whose lives
have been forever altered,
"and I'm humbled by their courage.
"I know my little family is doing their part
to make this war end quickly,
"so every soldier
can follow his North Star home."
I didn't think Grade Four
would be this hard.
If we had Miss Campbell, it wouldn't be.
She made everything fun.
Miss Littlefield gives too much homework.
And she looks like
she's sucking on lemons.
All right. Bravo! Bravo, ladies.
I can see that some of you
have been working very hard.
Choosing Miss Victory will be
a very difficult task.
But I need a little time
to think and confer.
The name of our Miss Victory will be
posted outside Principal Stevens' office
along with the rehearsal schedule.
Class dismissed!
- She should've been here ages ago.
- It's an important decision.
- She has to take her time.
- Here she comes!
Oh, no! It's a mistake!
- I can hardly wait for Mom to come home.
- She'll be terribly excited.
Mom! Why aren't you at work?
Your father went out onto the street
after a bombing raid to help the wounded.
They haven't found him yet.
Don't worry, Molly, they'll find him.
You'll see.
They'll find you, Dad. I know they will.
- Miss Campbell!
- How nice to see you, Molly.
I hear that you have been chosen
to dance Miss Victory.
That's a wonderful achievement.
I'm considering quitting the show.
I just can't think about dancing right now.
They haven't found my father yet.
You once told me that
your dad really believed
that you could be Miss Victory
and that you didn't want
to disappoint him. Remember?
- Yes.
- Well, then,
do you think he'd want you to quit?
- No.
- Of course he wouldn't.
Just like Tom wouldn't want me
to stop doing what I love.
To be with my class, to be making music.
We have to do them proud, don't we?
Yes.
And visit as often as you like.
I know Miss Littlefield's your teacher
this year, but my door is always open.
- I'll come.
- Good.
You and your family are in my prayers.
- Telegram for Mrs. Helen Mclntire.
- Thank you.
Mother?
"We regret to inform you that
Dr. James Mclntire
"has officially been classified
as Missing in Action.
"Please await further word."
It could still be fine, really.
You don't know what it's like there.
People go missing all the time.
He could be in a hospital,
or someone might have taken him in.
Or maybe he's been knocked on the head
and can't remember his name.
My schoolmate, Andrew,
was missing for a long time
before they finally located him.
Please. Don't lose hope.
On the battlefield,
heroic army doctors and nurses
are caring for those
who risk their lives for us.
But, as the fight for
freedom takes its toll,
help from the home front
is needed more than ever.
As you go safely about your lives,
think about those men
and ask yourself, "What can I do to help?"
Come on. We can't just sit here.
We have to do something.
We do?
- Right now?
- What?
Come on, girls.
Take part in a war bond rally
in your city or town
and raise money for the war effort.
Collect all the scrap metal you can find
to help make those tanks and weapons.
Go to your local Red Cross center
and volunteer to assemble care packages
for the boys overseas.
Ask neighbors to contribute blankets...
There you go.
... old clothing that can be mended
for the people who need it most.
Roll bandages for the wounded.
Though they are far from home,
we need to show them
they're never far from our hearts.
She's here.
- Hello, Gladys, Molly.
- Evening, Helen.
We kept your dinner warm.
Oh, thank you, dear, but I'm not hungry.
You should tuck yourself into bed
with a hot water bottle.
Oh, that sounds so inviting,
but I haven't even begun
to decorate for Christmas.
I have to get a few things
down from the attic.
Tomorrow, we'll go look
for a Christmas tree.
Though I doubt there'll be
anything nice left.
We don't need a tree this year.
Oh, Molly Mclntire,
if your father heard you say that!
- Good night, then.
- Good night, Gladys.
I'm just gonna change,
and then we'll go look for a ladder and...
How on earth?
We pooled our money and bought a tree.
- I got the ornaments out of the attic.
- It was all Molly's idea.
Thank you, Molly. All of you! Come here!
I'll get it.
Telegram for Mrs. Helen Mclntire.
Thank you.
- Mother? Would you like me to open it?
- No, dear.
- He's alive!
- What? Dad's alive?
He's in the hospital,
but he'll be home
as soon as he's well enough to travel!
- Boy, he's coming home!
- You were right! You were right!
- Emily! Look!
- What? What's the matter?
The first snow.
It's lovely.
Quite lovely.
What?
I was just thinking.
When I first got here,
what I wanted
more than anything in the world
was to be back home.
I'll tell you a secret.
- That's what I wanted, too.
- I thought you were spoiled.
- I thought you were stuck up.
- Well, aren't we a pair!
I feel safe here.
I'm glad, Emily.
"'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
"Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse
"The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care
"In hopes that St. Nicholas
soon would be there"
And now, the moment
you've been waiting for,
our grand finale! Victory!
Dad!
Oh, Dad!
- Molly!
- You're home.
- Congratulations, Emily! You were superb!
- Thank you.
Where's our Miss Victory?
I don't know.
I saw her last after we took our bows.
Mother.
James.
Oh, James.
- Thanks, Mom.
- You're welcome, dear.
This is the best Christmas present
I ever had.
I couldn't agree more, Molly.
But, I did bring back
a few things for you kids.
- Really?
- Now, they're not wrapped, but...
Oh, that's okay, Dad. Let's see them!
- Helen, could I get my knapsack, please?
- Yes, dear.
All right, let's see now.
One second.
For Ricky,
- a genuine Royal Air Force insignia.
- Swell! I can wear it on my jacket!
And,
a silk scarf from Paris for Jill.
Oh, Dad! It's so elegant!
And for Molly...
She's just what I wanted!
And for Emily...
Me? You brought back a present
for me, Dr. Mclntire?
Well, of course.
Molly wrote me all about you.
- You're a member of the family now.
- Thank you ever so much.
Here it is.
- A Christmas Carol!
- Open it. It's inscribed.
- Oh, my.
- What is it?
"Dearest Em.
"It warms my heart to know that
you're with such fine people.
"Merry Christmas, sweet girl.
"God willing, we'll be together soon.
Your loving Dad."
But how did you find him?
When we Mclntires make up our minds,
there's no stopping us.
Read to us, Emily.
Like you used to at home.
We'll do it together.
My mum's favorite part
was the very end of the story.
"And it was always said of him, that
he knew how to keep Christmas well,
"if any man alive
possessed the knowledge."
"May that be truly said
of us, and all of us!
"And so, as Tiny Tim observed,
"'God bless Us, Every One!"'
Ripeados por Tylerg
Here, at the famous Hollywood Canteen
in downtown Los Angeles,
movie stars are banding together
to do their share for the war effort,
entertaining America 's brave servicemen
before they ship overseas.
Glamorous actresses like Linda Darnell
can often be found serving up
a warm meal and...
Gosh, Linda Darnell
has the most beautiful smile.
And she has the prettiest hair.
Miss Campbell's hair is much prettier.
And it's naturally curly.
Molly Mclntire, that's the silliest thing
I ever heard.
- It's a perm.
- It's natural.
... and, on another continent,
the Queen of England proudly watches
as the future queen, Princess Elizabeth,
with her sister Princess Margaret Rose,
sets out for her first official review.
Who do you like better,
Princess Elizabeth
or Princess Margaret Rose?
- Margaret Rose.
- Elizabeth.
If I were a princess,
I'd have such elegant tea parties.
- That's a brilliant idea, Linda.
- What?
A tea party.
That's what I'll do for my birthday.
That was swell.
Judy and Mickey are the perfect couple.
Not nearly as perfect as
- He's so handsome.
- You've met him?
You've met Lieutenant Tom Davies?
Not in person. But I did see his picture.
- You didn't.
- Where?
In Miss Campbell's desk drawer.
- You snooped in her desk?
- No.
Last week when we had the air raid drill,
my job was to turn out the lights, so
I was the last one to leave the classroom.
And her drawer was open
with his picture sticking out.
You're so lucky.
- I bet he looks like Jimmy Stewart.
- More like Tyrone Power.
- And what can I get you girls?
- We'll have the usual, Billy.
- A large hot fudge sundae.
- With extra nuts.
- And three spoons.
- Sorry, girls. There's no ice cream today.
- No ice cream?
- That's impossible.
- Things can change overnight in wartime.
- But ice cream...
That's just too much.
Come on, girls,
we have to do our part for the war effort.
I'll have a cherry cola, please.
- Me, too.
- Same here.
Three CCs.
- Oh, my gosh.
- What?
Don't look behind you.
I told you not to look.
It's Miss Campbell. Who's she with?
- Is that...
- Golly.
- He's even handsomer in real life.
Don't stare. Turn around.
There you go.
And I got some extra cherries for you girls.
- Thanks, Billy.
- Thanks, Billy.
I wonder what they're talking about.
It's the wedding, of course.
"Oh, Lieutenant Davies, my darling,
how many bridesmaids should we have?"
She wouldn't call him "Lieutenant Davies."
They're engaged, for Pete's sake.
"Oh, Tom, my darling,
we should have three bridesmaids.
"My favorite students,
Linda, Susan and that enchanting Molly."
What's the...
Molly Mclntire,
I think you have a future in the theater.
Ladies.
Yikes.
And I didn't know why Linda was making
such silly faces at me,
and then Miss Campbell came over
Lieutenant Tom Davies. He's a dreamboat.
- You're such a child.
- I wasn't talking to you, Jill.
He's in the air force, Dad.
I bet he's awfully brave.
Davies. I think I took his appendix out
when he was about Jill's age.
He certainly was brave back then.
An officer in the air force.
Gosh, he's lucky.
- I wish I was old enough to join up.
- Well, you're not, Ricky.
- For which I am thankful.
- That's not very patriotic of you, Mom.
I suppose it isn't, dear.
But each time
I pass by Mrs. Gilford's window
and see that blue star,
I imagine how worried she must be
about her Johnny.
It's hard for me to think of Johnny Gilford
as a Marine.
It seems like just yesterday
he was our paperboy.
Never missed a puddle.
The boy's off doing his duty
for his country.
Well, let's hope his aim's improved.
Well, let's see now,
isn't it someone's birthday very soon?
Oh, yes. And I have the best idea.
I'd like to have a royal
tea party this year,
like Princess Elizabeth
and Princess Margaret Rose.
Everyone has to get dressed up
in fancy clothes and then...
Molly, dear, we just don't have the rations
for a big birthday party.
She's simply too young
to understand sacrifice, Mother.
- I am not.
- Nonsense.
She's gonna be 10 years old.
She understands perfectly.
- Don't you, dear?
- Yes, ma'am.
Thanks for supper.
May I please be excused?
Yeah, of course.
Look, I was thinking.
Now, it might not be as exciting
as a royal tea party,
but maybe I could take you out
for a special day.
- Just you and me?
- Yeah.
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea!
I hope you all had a lovely weekend,
boys and girls. I certainly did.
We have an exciting week of learning
about the world ahead of us.
Today, we are going to learn
about England.
England is the largest
of the four countries...
- She's looking especially pretty today.
- That color really suits her.
I bet Lieutenant Davies
gave her those pearls.
The other countries are Northern Ireland...
I love the way her engagement ring
glitters in the light.
England is one of the great
industrial and trading nations of the world.
That's such a beautiful diamond.
Lieutenant Davies must be rich.
Handsome, brave and rich. He's perfect.
Molly Mclntire, could you name
the capital city of England?
Molly?
- Yes, Miss Campbell?
- I asked you a question.
I'm sorry, Miss Campbell. I didn't hear.
I wonder if anyone else heard me.
Yes, Alison?
Miss Campbell, you asked Molly to name
the capital city of England.
- The capital city of England is London.
- Very good.
And who can tell me why it's important
for us to know about England
and its capital, London?
Molly?
Because we're fighting together
with England in the war against Germany.
Yes. Tim?
And because it's being bombed
by the Germans
and lots of our soldiers are there
including my brothers, Joe and Anthony.
Someone very dear to me
just shipped out as well, Tim.
We're praying for the safe return
of all our soldiers, aren't we, class?
- Yes, Miss Campbell.
- Wonderful.
And a five, six, seven.
Shuffle right, shuffle left,
shuffle right, step, step.
Shuffle right, shuffle right,
shuffle left, stamp, stamp.
Here come the toes.
Listen to the music.
Climbing in a circle, clapping right.
Good. Shim sham right.
Beautiful. Come back to your left, Molly.
Double back there, Molly. Double back.
That's right.
That's right. Back to the right. Good.
And the left.
Back the other way towards the big finish,
and...
Thank you, Miss Campbell.
And as for you, young ladies,
I have only one word. Practice.
Now, I know the Christmas Extravaganza
seems far away,
but it'll be here before you know it.
And we will be doing
something very special for the finale.
The number is to be titled, "Victory."
And the lead will be danced by one of you
as Miss Victory.
Yes, Alison?
Miss Victory would have to be
the best dancer in the class, wouldn't she?
Naturally.
But if I may add something, Miss Lavonda?
Please.
Being Miss Victory is about more
than just dancing.
Her duties will continue
after the Christmas show
as part of our school's war effort.
She'll be performing
at Veterans' Hospitals, War Bond rallies,
maybe even USO shows.
So, young ladies,
if you aspire to be Miss Victory,
your work is cut out for you.
I will be making my selection
at the beginning of the new school year.
Go away from me.
I guess Miss Campbell won't get married
until the war's over.
Or maybe he'll come home on leave
and they'll have the wedding then.
That would be so romantic.
- I have big news.
- What?
I'm going to be Miss Victory.
- I don't know how to put this, Molly,
but... - We're your best friends.
And friends tell each other the truth.
- And the truth is that...
- I'm not good enough.
- Lf you know that, then how can you...
- Well, I'm not good enough now.
But I will be. I have all summer.
I'll tap-dance till my shoes fall apart.
I'll practice day and night. Night and day.
- I thought you didn't like to practice.
- I hate to practice.
But you just said that you were going to
practice day and night, night and day.
You see, I want to do something important
for the war effort.
You heard Miss Campbell.
Being Miss Victory
isn't just about tap-dancing.
But you have to be really good at it.
And Alison Hargate's been taking lessons
since she was in diapers.
Well, then I'll just have to make up
for the lost time.
- Hello, Molly.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilford.
- Bye, Molly.
- Bye, Molly.
Hello, girls.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilford.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Gilford.
Hello, Marmalade.
Peanuts!
Gosh, they're good.
Next Saturday I'm seeing Girl Crazy again
so I can study the tap routines.
Gotta tap like Mickey and Judy
if I'm gonna be Miss Victory.
Once my girl makes up her mind,
there's no stopping her.
Just like her dad.
Oh. I almost forgot.
- Your birthday present.
- What is it?
Well, open it and find out.
It's beautiful.
You can put anything you want
inside this locket.
I'll keep it forever and a day. Thanks.
Okay, folks. We've got a winner.
And here they are. Congratulations.
Thank you.
Very good. Congratulations.
May I have this dance, Miss Mclntire?
It would be my pleasure, Dr. Mclntire.
It's The Fred Allen Show,
with Fred's guests Edgar Bergen
and Charlie McCarthy.
Dad, it's our show. Come sit with me.
Give your father a chance
to catch his breath, Molly.
I've kept your dinner warm.
Another time, Olly-Molly.
Now look. Senator, slow down a minute,
if you will, please. You've only...
- What's the matter with you two?
- Is something wrong?
You sure are acting funny.
Your father and I have some news for you.
Hurray! Blackout drill.
Just what we needed tonight.
Jill, close the curtains.
Ricky, turn off the lights,
Molly, get the candles.
I'll get some extra blankets.
I'll be right down.
It's freezing. I wish we didn't have to have
these blackouts.
In case you haven't heard, we're at war.
Yeah. We have to know what to do in case
there's a Nazi attack on Jefferson.
No one's going to attack us.
The war's far away.
Miss Campbell showed us on the map.
Ricky's right.
It never hurts to be prepared.
Exactly. And if you were more mature,
you'd understand.
Jill.
So what was the news
you had for us, Mom?
Well, Jim, I think that you ought to be
the one to tell the children.
Now? Here?
It's the perfect time and place.
You're starting to make me nervous.
What's going on?
Quite a few of the younger doctors
at the hospital are serving overseas.
And their letters are very sobering.
It's hard to read them
without wanting to take action.
Well, what kind of action, Dad?
Well, that's what
we want to discuss with you.
I've thought about it for months and
- your mother and I have talked it over...
- Dad. No.
Let him finish, Mol.
I've joined up.
I'll be shipping out for England very soon.
- Gosh. That's swell.
- No, it isn't. It's horrible.
It's the all clear. We can go back up.
I don't blame you for being upset, Molly.
But I'm needed over there.
- You're needed here.
- Molly.
Your father and I have
thought this through very carefully.
That's why he's leaving his family,
to go to some strange country
that's being bombed for real?
Molly,
the people in this room mean more to me
than anything in the world.
But there are thousands of our young men
over there who need doctors.
I have to go.
- I'm awfully proud of you, Dad.
- I wish I could sign up with you.
Is Mom gonna hang a blue star
in the window when you go?
Well, lots of houses around here
have them.
That's something to be proud of.
And the houses with gold stars?
The soldiers who lived there
aren't ever coming back.
So what's the use of being proud?
I'm gonna be looking after patients, Molly.
I won't be on the front lines.
You don't have to be on the front lines
to be hurt or...
I'm going upstairs.
I wish everything could stay
just the way it is right now.
That's a hard wish to grant.
But look at the North Star. It's steady.
It's unchanging.
You can always depend on it.
No matter where we wander, there it is.
I like that.
You know something?
You're my North Star.
All of you.
'Cause wherever I am, all I have to do
is look up at the sky
and think of my family.
Right here, waiting for me.
That way, I never feel lost.
Promise you'll come home.
I promise.
All aboard!
Well, it's time to say so long.
- Good luck, Dad.
- Thank you, Son.
- Take care of yourself, Dad.
- I will. Don't you worry.
- Remember the North Star, Molly.
- I will.
All aboard!
Bye-bye now.
Bye, Dad.
Bye.
Remember, Molly.
Bye, Dad!
- I love you.
- I love you too, Molly.
As America ships
more of its men into action,
our countrymen at home and abroad
hope for swift victory.
And victory is the word as our allies
win a major battle in North Africa.
The great Winston Churchill arrives
to congratulate the soldiers
who have liberated Tripoli
from the Fascists.
You know that pretty pink sweater
Miss Campbell had on yesterday?
- I saw one just like it in Photoplay.
- Golly. Who was wearing it?
- Betty Grable.
- She's my favorite.
... seen Gone With the Wind 72 times.
When I'm in New York, I refuse
to drive through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I miss you so much.
Tim, your word is helium.
Helium.
H- E-L
E- U-M. Helium.
Sorry, Tim.
Come on.
- Molly?
- Helium.
- H-E-L-l-U-M.
- Correct.
Keep working at home.
We want to choose the best possible team
to represent us.
The winner of this year's
Willow Street School Spelling Bee
will come from this class and no other.
And it'll be you, second year in a row.
The undefeated champion!
All right. Off to lunch you go.
I wonder if she's writing a letter
to Lieutenant Davies.
- Of course she is.
- I bet she writes him every day.
My mom writes my brothers every day.
Anthony got hurt.
Gosh. Is he all right?
He's okay. It wasn't serious.
Maybe my dad's looking after him
at a field hospital.
I hope so. Your dad's swell.
He took out my tonsils
and it didn't hurt a bit.
So how's that day and night, night and day
tap-dancing going?
Well, I haven't exactly started.
You'd better get going
if you want to be Miss Victory.
I need to ask my mom
about extra lessons.
But she's been looking really worried
about stuff lately.
- Stuff?
- You know, bills and things.
Dad used to take care of that.
Now she has to.
That's not a mom's job.
Hey, why don't you come in for a snack?
It's grilled cheese day.
Mom!
We're home. I'm starving.
Mrs. Gilford?
What are you doing here?
Your mother asked me to come over
and look after you girls for the afternoon.
Oh.
Well, I don't suppose she told you
it was grilled cheese day?
She did not.
But I've made you baloney sandwiches.
My Johnny can never get enough
of his mother's baloney sandwiches.
Now, you girls wash your hands
and let me inspect them.
And remind me to show you a picture
of Johnny in his uniform.
And then we had to look at an entire
album of pictures of Johnny Gilford.
Starting from when he was a baby.
There's nothing wrong
with Mrs. Gilford being proud of her son.
I never said there was.
But I don't have to be.
Something smells really good
in the kitchen.
- I'm baking a casserole.
- Yum.
It isn't for us, dear.
My friend, Doreen's brother
was killed in France.
I'm taking the casserole to their house.
What difference will a casserole make?
It's what you do to help a family
in some small way during a dreadful time.
Which reminds me, there's something that
I'd like to discuss with all of you.
- I've taken a job.
- A job?
- You?
- Doing what?
What a nice vote of confidence
from my children.
But a real job?
Lots of women are taking jobs these days.
With all the men away,
we're needed to build planes
- and assemble war machinery...
- Assemble war machinery?
- You?
- Richard Mclntire, you may not know this,
but before I was your mother,
I could take an engine apart
and put it back together
faster than any one of my brothers.
What job did you take, Mother?
Well, they had an opening
at the Jefferson Aircraft Plant.
I am going to be working
on the Fighter Assembly Line.
- And if I hear one more thing, Ricky...
- Who? Me?
I don't want you to work, Mom.
We need you here.
Dad's not here
and everything's upside down.
It's not just us, Molly.
Everything is upside down for everyone.
Anyway, if you're working,
who's gonna look after us?
Well, I've asked your Aunt Eleanor
to come and stay.
- Hooray! Aunt Eleanor.
- But before she can come,
Mrs. Gilford has agreed to take the job.
Which, quite frankly,
is harder than assembling any planes.
Not Mrs. Gilford?
Why can't Aunt Eleanor come right away?
Well, she can't just drop everything
overnight, Molly.
Besides, Mrs. Gilford is a lovely woman.
She's raised a son all by herself
and she's very capable.
But she makes baloney sandwiches
and all she talks about is Johnny.
Molly, we're at war.
Everybody has to do their part.
So maybe yours is eating
a few baloney sandwiches
and listening to stories
about Johnny Gilford.
- Is that really so bad?
- No.
- Mother.
- Golly.
You look so different from... you.
I wasn't sure how to dress for the job.
But I thought this would do
for the first day.
You look swell.
Now listen, I know that
this is brand new for all of us,
so, I can use all the support
and cooperation I can get.
- Especially from you, Molly.
- I'll be good.
- You promise to be nice to Mrs. Gilford?
- I'll try.
- I mean, I will.
- Oh, that's my carpool.
- Be good.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
Golly. She's really working.
What's this orange stuff, Mrs. Gilford?
Polite children do not refer to their food
as "stuff," Molly.
The vegetable that you're lucky enough
to have on your plates is mashed turnip
grown in my Victory Garden.
It's one of Johnny's favorites.
- And mine.
- You rat.
Quite delightful, Mrs. Gilford.
Molly, you haven't touched your food.
Is there a reason for that?
- Yes, ma'am.
- What might that be?
I don't like turnips.
It smells like dirty socks.
Well, I'm sorry you feel like that.
Because anyone who fails to finish
her turnip will have no dessert.
Nor will she be allowed to leave the table
until the turnips are gone.
Did you know that Johnny was first
in his class his senior year?
He was offered a scholarship
at three different colleges.
Really, Molly, you don't want to
upset Mother when she gets home.
When Dad was here,
dinner was always fun.
Life isn't about having fun, dear.
Mr. Gilford passed away
when Johnny was just 10.
The boy went out
and got himself a paper route.
Do you think that was fun?
- Just hold your nose and swallow.
- You hold your nose.
That will be your mother.
If I were you, I'd start eating.
- Thank you, Gladys.
- You're quite welcome, Helen.
Enjoy your meal, dear.
- Molly, what on earth are you doing?
- How was work, Mom?
It went well, dear.
But you haven't answered my question.
Well, I'm supposed to be here
until I finish my turnips.
Which means I'll be here until I die.
Well, do you mind if I sit with you?
Not until you die, of course,
just while I have my tea.
Sure.
Maybe I should reheat these turnips
while we're at it.
They certainly can't be very tasty
when they're cold.
It won't help.
I think that we can spare
some of our butter and sugar rations.
Mrs. Gilford's driving me crazy, Mom.
Oh, she is, is she?
- She talks about Johnny all the time.
- Well, she misses him.
Just like you miss your dad.
- But I don't talk about Dad all the time.
- Well, she is all alone and you're not.
You know,
when you get home after school,
you have a whole houseful of people
who love you waiting for you.
When Mrs. Gilford got home just now,
all she has waiting for her is her old cat.
Here. Taste.
It's good.
You know, Molly,
sometimes we have to do things
whether we like to or not.
Even when there's no one around
to sweeten the taste.
Very nice, Molly.
Miss Campbell.
- I know I'm not supposed to be here.
- Oh, well, it'll be our secret.
Thanks. I really need the extra practice.
- I want so much to be Miss Victory.
- You do?
My dad really believes that I can do it.
I don't want to disappoint him.
- He's in England.
- Do you miss him an awful lot?
- Yes.
I'm sure you know what that feels like.
I guess you'll have a big wedding
when he comes back.
Oh, that's the plan.
- Sometimes we...
- What?
Sometimes, my friends and I,
we imagine how splendid
the wedding will be.
Oh, yes, I've dreamed of a huge wedding
since I was your age.
I suppose most girls do.
But, as it's a morning of secrets,
you want to know a secret, Molly?
- Yes, Miss Campbell.
- All right.
When you really love someone,
it doesn't matter
how splendid the wedding is.
I'd marry Tom Davies on the front porch
with the milkman as our only guest.
Golly.
Now, you should get
some extra practicing done.
You should get working.
You can't dance without music. Ready?
Five, six, seven, eight.
Mrs. Gilford, I'm home.
Mom, you're here. Swell.
You'll never guess what happened this...
Why are you home?
I'm baking a casserole.
Who's it for?
Mrs. Gilford.
You don't mean...
Yes, dear. I'm afraid I do.
Johnny?
Can I help? Please.
Mrs. Gilford.
Thousands of you in this country,
have had to leave your homes
and be separated
from your fathers and mothers.
My sister, Margaret Rose, and I
feel so much for you,
as we know from experience
what it means to be away
from those we love most of all.
All of us children who are still at home
think continually
of our friends and relations,
who have gone overseas.
We know that in the end all will be well.
Elizabeth Taylor looks
just like Princess Elizabeth.
And sounds just like her.
Do you think her accent is real
or was she acting?
Well, of course it's real. She's English.
I read it all in Photoplay.
Everything in the movie is real.
- Except for Lassie.
- Lassie?
She's not a dog?
Of course she's a dog. A boy-dog.
- What's the snack today?
- Mom, we're home. The movie was so...
Molly, this is Emily Bennett
from London, England.
- London, England.
- Golly.
Emily's gonna be staying with us
for a while.
How do you do?
Hi.
Mrs. Shaw at the aircraft plant
was going to take Emily in.
But her son was injured overseas
and he's coming home.
I said we'd be delighted to have her.
How do you do? I'm Susan Shapiro.
- I don't think you have to curtsy.
- I'm Linda Rinaldi.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Emily.
Emily dear, I'm gonna help
Jill get things ready for you upstairs.
Just make yourself at home.
Molly and the girls
will take good care of you.
Would you like some water?
Do sit down. Please.
We just saw an English movie.
England is very grand.
Did you ever meet
Princess Margaret Rose?
Or Princess Elizabeth?
For Pete's sake, that's like asking
if you've met Eleanor Roosevelt.
Let Emily answer.
- May I have that water now, please.
- Sure.
The princesses?
Well, I...
Of course she has.
But it's not polite to brag.
Isn't that right, Emily?
You see.
Thank you.
Could you say where you met them?
That's not exactly bragging.
- At our home.
- Gosh. What were they doing there?
My mum invited them to tea.
Is your mother a duchess?
Or maybe a countess?
She's Lady Bennett.
I think Emily is getting tired after her...
- Do you live in a castle?
- No.
A manor.
- Bennett Manor.
- Bennett Manor?
All set.
We've moved Jill's things into my room,
so you and Molly can share.
Share? My room?
Yes, dear. Isn't that exciting?
Yes. Very exciting.
Now, you girls go on home now.
You'll see lots more of Emily at school.
Lovely to meet you, Emily.
It's been charming
making your acquaintanceship.
Molly, why don't you take Emily upstairs,
show her around her new room.
This is it. That'll be your bed.
Thank you.
- Is that all you have?
- Yes.
My trunk was lost.
On the boat.
There's room in the closet and the dresser
for you.
- Jill took out most of her stuff.
- Thank you.
I guess you're used to a bigger room
at Bennett Manor.
And butlers and everything.
I like reading, too. What's the book?
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.
He's my favorite author.
Have you read any Nancy Drew mysteries?
No.
- I like your dog.
- Thank you.
- Does he have a name?
- King.
- Like the King of England?
- No.
Oh.
Well, I have some things to do.
If you'd like to freshen up,
it's just down the hall.
Why can't I share Mom's room
and you stay in there with Emily?
That's the most ridiculous idea
I ever heard.
You two are exactly the same age.
I'm sure you have
a million things in common.
We have nothing in common.
She's stuck up and she's used to servants
and fancy clothes
and tea parties with the princesses.
Why is she here anyway?
In case you haven't been
reading the papers,
there's a war going on where she lives.
Yeah. And our dad is over there.
Nothing is the way it should be.
He should be here
and that Emily girl should be back there.
Honestly, Molly, you are so immature!
Why? Because I want my dad back home
and I don't want to share my room
with a total stranger?
I'm sure that Emily
would rather not be here, either.
If Dad were here
none of this would have happened.
He would have insisted on taking her in,
and you know it.
Time for dinner, girls.
Emily, dinner's ready.
I saw a newsreel at the movies
of a whole building exploding in London!
- Was your house ever bombed?
- Ricky, let Emily eat.
She's all done, Mom.
Have you ever see any German planes?
'Cause I have a couple
that are exact replicas of...
Rick!
Our dad's in London. He's in the army.
He's a doctor.
I'm rather tired. May I leave the table?
Yes, of course, dear.
- What's wrong with her?
- It's not her, it's you.
She came here all by herself.
She's away from her family
in a strange country.
The last thing she wants to talk about
is exploding buildings.
Sorry.
It doesn't matter what we talk about.
She hates us. She hasn't smiled once.
Well, give her some time.
She's been around war
since she was 5 years old.
It may take her a little while
to learn how to smile.
Now, I'm sure you're going to make
our new student, Emily Bennett,
who's come all the way from London,
feel welcome.
Oh, thank you, Anthony.
Now, let's have our final Spell-Off
before I make my choices
for this year's Spelling Bee team.
Take your places.
Girls on one side, boys on the other.
- Emily, would you like to participate?
- Yes, please.
- You sure are a swell speller, Emily.
- Thank you.
Proper spelling and grammar
are considered terribly important
back home.
- Linda says you know Princess Elizabeth.
- And Princess Margaret Rose.
- Do you really know the princesses?
- Yes.
- They have tea at her house.
- It was only once.
Look! There's Miss Campbell.
I think she has the list
for the Spelling Bee.
You have to come over
to my house, Emily.
We could arrange a little tea party for you.
Yes, that looks like the list.
I'm sure you're all eager to hear
who's representing our class.
We sure are.
Our spellers will be Molly Mclntire,
Alison Hargate, Tim Rutledge,
Howie Munson and Emily Bennett.
- Emily?
- Me?
Emily is an excellent speller.
We're very lucky to have her on our team.
"Feign." F-E-l-G-N.
"Hippopotamus."
- H-I-P-O...
- You left out a "P."
"Hippopotamus."
H- I-P-P
O- P-O-T-A-M-U-S.
- Would you like me to help you?
- No, thanks.
- Aren't you going to study?
- It's not necessary.
Oh, really?
Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great honor as principal
to welcome you all
to our annual End of Term Spelling Bee!
The best spellers in each class
have been chosen
to compete for this year's beautiful ribbon.
The words have been drawn up
by our august panel of judges,
Miss Littlefield, Mrs. Taft, Miss Campbell.
So, without further ado,
good luck all, and let's begin!
Jane, your word is "camouflage."
Camouflage.
C- A-M-O
F- L-A-G-E.
Sorry, Jane.
Jimmy, your word is "lucent."
"Lucent."
L- U...
- Can you repeat that please?
- Lucent.
L- U-S-S-E-N-T.
I'm sorry.
- Mote. That is spelled M-O-T-T-E!
- Incorrect.
Censor.
C- E-N
- S-U-R.
- Sorry, Dwight.
We're down to our last two spellers,
Miss Molly Mclntire
and our new student from
London, England, Miss Emily Bennett.
Let's hear a hearty round of applause
for all our participants.
Emily, your word is "maneuver."
"Maneuver."
M- A-N-O-E-U-V-R-E.
I'm so sorry, dear.
"Maneuver."
M- A-N-E-U-V-E-R.
Just a moment! Attention!
I'm afraid we've made an error.
My fellow judges have pointed out
that Emily just gave us
the correct alternate British spelling
of "maneuver."
As Emily was correct, Molly,
your word is "mnemonic."
"Mnemonic."
- Could you please use that in a sentence?
- Certainly.
The students used a mnemonic
to remember the names
of the Great Lakes.
"Mnemonic."
That would be... M-N...
- Can I say that again please?
- Go ahead.
M- N-E...
Due to unforeseen circumstances,
we are going to interrupt this contest.
Congratulations to our final two.
You'll both receive a ribbon.
Assembly dismissed.
It was so kind of you
to help me out, Helen.
- And you have such a lovely home!
- Thank you.
Emily must be pleased to be here.
We're doing our best
to make her feel welcome.
And this is my daughter, Molly.
Molly, this is my friend, Mrs. Shaw,
from the aircraft plant.
She was the lady that
was going to take Emily in.
- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Shaw.
- It's very nice to meet you, dear.
- And where's Emily?
- She's at the library.
- Are you getting on well?
- I guess so.
Molly, that's not very enthusiastic.
What's gotten into you?
Well, this isn't the palace she's used to.
Palace?
It isn't Bennett Manor.
We don't have butlers and maids.
I'm not quite sure I understand
what you're talking about, dear.
Where Emily lives.
Emily lives in a little apartment
above a sweet shop.
Or she did, before it was bombed.
Her parents aren't Lord and Lady Bennett?
Her father was a bus driver
before he enlisted.
And I'm sorry to say,
her mother was killed last year
when their home was hit.
Molly, where in the world
did these stories come from?
I...
I just assumed, you know,
because she's from England,
and I thought maybe...
No, dear.
Your guest is just an ordinary girl.
And your home
is probably closer to a palace
than anywhere she's ever lived.
Six, seven, eight, Charleston.
Step, front, step, kick behind.
Point your toes. Go down to the knees.
Four, five, six.
It's three, four, and sway.
Clap heels next, and one.
Good, Alison. Box step.
One more!
Big finish and pose!
Good work. Now.
You all have the summer
to hone your tapping skills.
And remember, your goal.
Miss Victory! Class dismissed!
Oh, Miss Victory!
That'd be swell.
Molly!
Do you think Emily
would come to my house for high tea?
How should I know?
It's much more like what she's used to.
We have a maid and a cook...
For your information...
I'm sure she'd have a swell time, Alison.
"London remains a magnificent city.
"And the English people
are courageous and kind.
"The field hospital is understaffed,
"so I'm doctor, nurse and orderly
most days.
"I miss my little family
more than I can say.
"Each night I look up at the stars..."
I'll get the blankets.
Head to the basement everyone.
Come on, Emily. Hurry up.
It'll be over soon. Really.
The worst part is sitting in the dark.
Waiting.
We had to do this almost every night.
You'd hear an awful noise,
a split second of silence,
then the explosion.
If you were outside
when the siren went off,
you'd have to make a dash
for the tube station.
We'd sleep there all night,
hundreds of us crowded together.
Cold, dirty, hungry even.
That sounds terrifying.
You'd come out in the morning
and a house you walked past every day,
maybe even your own,
would be nothing but a pile of bricks.
That's the all clear. We can go up now.
See? We're safe.
We're never safe.
No! No! No! No!
- Emily.
- No, no. No!
Emily. Emily!
You were having a bad dream.
- I'm sorry I woke you.
- That's okay.
What were you dreaming about?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Good night.
I got Great Expectations from the library.
I'm really enjoying it.
My favorite Dickens is A Christmas Carol.
Every Christmas, Mum and Dad and I
would sit around the tree
and read it aloud.
That sounds nice.
I had a beautiful edition of the book.
The illustrations were just magical.
Why didn't you bring it with you?
It burned. In the bombing.
I'm sorry for everything that
happened to you, Emily.
Thank you, Molly.
I think you're the bravest person I know,
next to my dad.
Your dad sounds like a fine man.
You must miss him terribly.
I do.
I miss my dad, too.
And my mum.
- Molly.
- Yes?
- I have to tell you something.
- What?
I don't live in Bennett Manor.
We lived in a flat above a shop.
My dad drives a bus and my mum...
- You don't have to...
- Let me finish, please.
My mum, she wasn't Lady Bennett.
She was the best mum in the world,
but she wasn't royal.
And she's...
She's dead.
Oh, Emily.
I wasn't planning to tell lies, Molly,
it just happened.
I was so afraid that
you and your friends wouldn't like me.
Come on. It's warm in here.
You don't hate me?
I could never hate you, Emily.
And as far as I'm concerned,
you are a princess.
Oh, my.
- Good night, Emily.
- Good night, Molly.
Women with wings.
At A venger Field in Sweetwater, Texas,
famous flyer Jacqueline Cochran
gives her ferry pilot students
a last-minute inspection.
Then it's off by plane
for graduation ceremonies.
"Goodbye, daughter,
I'm working for the army now. "
And any gal between 21 and 24
with flying in her blood
and 35 hours in her log book
can take the training.
Ellington Field, Houston, Texas.
And for Miss Cochran
and Major General Grant...
Jimmy Cagney sure can dance!
I have to bring Aunt Eleanor to see this.
Your Aunt Eleanor is swell.
When's she arriving?
This afternoon. I'm counting the minutes.
Last time her aunt was here,
she took us up in a plane!
- Goodness!
- That she drove herself.
Piloted, not "drove."
Hey! It's the last weekend
of our summer holidays.
- Let's do something fun.
- We could have a picnic.
I thought we were going roller-skating.
I have a great idea.
This is where I do my wink, twirl
and splits!
I haven't exactly got it all down,
but I'm getting there.
Now can we go roller-skating?
That's it? That's all you have to say?
I've been working really hard.
- Oh, it shows. You've improved.
- A lot.
I enjoyed it immensely.
There! You see? Let's go.
You go on without me.
I want to get things ready
for Aunt Eleanor.
Pacing like that is not going
to get your aunt here any sooner.
Mrs. Gilford, did I ever tell you
that Aunt Eleanor taught me
how to steer a sailboat when I was five?
She can do anything.
I suppose it'll be quite a relief
to have her here instead of boring old me.
No. I've actually really enjoyed
having you around, Mrs. Gilford.
She's here!
- What's up, Doc?
- Not much, Dutch!
I've so many things planned out
for us to do
and I can hardly wait till you meet Emily.
She's from London and...
Whoa! Slow down, Dutch!
Hey, how come you have
only one suitcase?
You're staying until Christmas.
How about I take my favorite niece
out for a soda?
I've been really looking forward
to spending time with you, Dutch.
Me, too.
But I can't stay.
- Why not?
- I'm on my way to Texas.
- Texas? What for?
- I'm reporting for flight training.
I've joined
the Women's Airforce Service Pilots.
- You what?
- Well, it's a great honor to be accepted.
Twenty-five thousand
female pilots applied
and only one in 25 were chosen!
There you are.
I was worried about you.
I've been sitting here, thinking.
- I'm sorry.
- So am I, for letting you down.
It wasn't an easy decision,
and I know you were counting on me,
but, I can do so much more
to help this way.
Because they need the best.
You and Dad,
you're both the best at what you do.
Well, he's my big brother.
It runs in the family. Like modesty.
I wish there was something I was best at.
Well, you have lots of time
to find out what that is.
But for now, you are the very best Molly
you could ever be.
- Aunt Eleanor.
- Yes, Dutch?
I'm so proud of you.
Your Aunt Eleanor loves adventure.
It's more than that, Mom.
She's doing what she has to do.
- Oh, she is, is she?
- Yes.
You see, there's a whole lot at stake here.
And we can't afford to stand by
and hope the other guy
will take care of things.
We have to go out there and do it.
"It's not easy here
and sometimes my spirits are low.
"But then I see some
of the wounded soldiers around me,
"young men whose lives
have been forever altered,
"and I'm humbled by their courage.
"I know my little family is doing their part
to make this war end quickly,
"so every soldier
can follow his North Star home."
I didn't think Grade Four
would be this hard.
If we had Miss Campbell, it wouldn't be.
She made everything fun.
Miss Littlefield gives too much homework.
And she looks like
she's sucking on lemons.
All right. Bravo! Bravo, ladies.
I can see that some of you
have been working very hard.
Choosing Miss Victory will be
a very difficult task.
But I need a little time
to think and confer.
The name of our Miss Victory will be
posted outside Principal Stevens' office
along with the rehearsal schedule.
Class dismissed!
- She should've been here ages ago.
- It's an important decision.
- She has to take her time.
- Here she comes!
Oh, no! It's a mistake!
- I can hardly wait for Mom to come home.
- She'll be terribly excited.
Mom! Why aren't you at work?
Your father went out onto the street
after a bombing raid to help the wounded.
They haven't found him yet.
Don't worry, Molly, they'll find him.
You'll see.
They'll find you, Dad. I know they will.
- Miss Campbell!
- How nice to see you, Molly.
I hear that you have been chosen
to dance Miss Victory.
That's a wonderful achievement.
I'm considering quitting the show.
I just can't think about dancing right now.
They haven't found my father yet.
You once told me that
your dad really believed
that you could be Miss Victory
and that you didn't want
to disappoint him. Remember?
- Yes.
- Well, then,
do you think he'd want you to quit?
- No.
- Of course he wouldn't.
Just like Tom wouldn't want me
to stop doing what I love.
To be with my class, to be making music.
We have to do them proud, don't we?
Yes.
And visit as often as you like.
I know Miss Littlefield's your teacher
this year, but my door is always open.
- I'll come.
- Good.
You and your family are in my prayers.
- Telegram for Mrs. Helen Mclntire.
- Thank you.
Mother?
"We regret to inform you that
Dr. James Mclntire
"has officially been classified
as Missing in Action.
"Please await further word."
It could still be fine, really.
You don't know what it's like there.
People go missing all the time.
He could be in a hospital,
or someone might have taken him in.
Or maybe he's been knocked on the head
and can't remember his name.
My schoolmate, Andrew,
was missing for a long time
before they finally located him.
Please. Don't lose hope.
On the battlefield,
heroic army doctors and nurses
are caring for those
who risk their lives for us.
But, as the fight for
freedom takes its toll,
help from the home front
is needed more than ever.
As you go safely about your lives,
think about those men
and ask yourself, "What can I do to help?"
Come on. We can't just sit here.
We have to do something.
We do?
- Right now?
- What?
Come on, girls.
Take part in a war bond rally
in your city or town
and raise money for the war effort.
Collect all the scrap metal you can find
to help make those tanks and weapons.
Go to your local Red Cross center
and volunteer to assemble care packages
for the boys overseas.
Ask neighbors to contribute blankets...
There you go.
... old clothing that can be mended
for the people who need it most.
Roll bandages for the wounded.
Though they are far from home,
we need to show them
they're never far from our hearts.
She's here.
- Hello, Gladys, Molly.
- Evening, Helen.
We kept your dinner warm.
Oh, thank you, dear, but I'm not hungry.
You should tuck yourself into bed
with a hot water bottle.
Oh, that sounds so inviting,
but I haven't even begun
to decorate for Christmas.
I have to get a few things
down from the attic.
Tomorrow, we'll go look
for a Christmas tree.
Though I doubt there'll be
anything nice left.
We don't need a tree this year.
Oh, Molly Mclntire,
if your father heard you say that!
- Good night, then.
- Good night, Gladys.
I'm just gonna change,
and then we'll go look for a ladder and...
How on earth?
We pooled our money and bought a tree.
- I got the ornaments out of the attic.
- It was all Molly's idea.
Thank you, Molly. All of you! Come here!
I'll get it.
Telegram for Mrs. Helen Mclntire.
Thank you.
- Mother? Would you like me to open it?
- No, dear.
- He's alive!
- What? Dad's alive?
He's in the hospital,
but he'll be home
as soon as he's well enough to travel!
- Boy, he's coming home!
- You were right! You were right!
- Emily! Look!
- What? What's the matter?
The first snow.
It's lovely.
Quite lovely.
What?
I was just thinking.
When I first got here,
what I wanted
more than anything in the world
was to be back home.
I'll tell you a secret.
- That's what I wanted, too.
- I thought you were spoiled.
- I thought you were stuck up.
- Well, aren't we a pair!
I feel safe here.
I'm glad, Emily.
"'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
"Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse
"The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care
"In hopes that St. Nicholas
soon would be there"
And now, the moment
you've been waiting for,
our grand finale! Victory!
Dad!
Oh, Dad!
- Molly!
- You're home.
- Congratulations, Emily! You were superb!
- Thank you.
Where's our Miss Victory?
I don't know.
I saw her last after we took our bows.
Mother.
James.
Oh, James.
- Thanks, Mom.
- You're welcome, dear.
This is the best Christmas present
I ever had.
I couldn't agree more, Molly.
But, I did bring back
a few things for you kids.
- Really?
- Now, they're not wrapped, but...
Oh, that's okay, Dad. Let's see them!
- Helen, could I get my knapsack, please?
- Yes, dear.
All right, let's see now.
One second.
For Ricky,
- a genuine Royal Air Force insignia.
- Swell! I can wear it on my jacket!
And,
a silk scarf from Paris for Jill.
Oh, Dad! It's so elegant!
And for Molly...
She's just what I wanted!
And for Emily...
Me? You brought back a present
for me, Dr. Mclntire?
Well, of course.
Molly wrote me all about you.
- You're a member of the family now.
- Thank you ever so much.
Here it is.
- A Christmas Carol!
- Open it. It's inscribed.
- Oh, my.
- What is it?
"Dearest Em.
"It warms my heart to know that
you're with such fine people.
"Merry Christmas, sweet girl.
"God willing, we'll be together soon.
Your loving Dad."
But how did you find him?
When we Mclntires make up our minds,
there's no stopping us.
Read to us, Emily.
Like you used to at home.
We'll do it together.
My mum's favorite part
was the very end of the story.
"And it was always said of him, that
he knew how to keep Christmas well,
"if any man alive
possessed the knowledge."
"May that be truly said
of us, and all of us!
"And so, as Tiny Tim observed,
"'God bless Us, Every One!"'
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