Mrs. Miniver

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East Hill bus.

All right, lady, on or off, please.

- Oh, yes.

That's all. Next bus.

- Fares, please.

Beverly Crescent?

- Who?

Beverly Crescent.

- Get off next stop, take number 19.

Fares, please.

- I'm sorry, conductor.

Would you mind stopping?

- Leaving us already?

It's in the opposite direction.

That's about the only place

we don't go, lady. Fares, please.

Why, Mrs. Miniver.

- You know, l....

Don't tell me it's gone.

Just a minute.

Oh, I was so afraid you'd sold it.

No. We knew you'd come back.

I know it's foolish and extravagant...

...but I've simply got to have it.

Yes, pack it up quickly,

don't give me time to think.

Oh, careful, careful.

Why, vicar. This is nice.

For me. Let me put those on the rack.

- Thank you.

Oh, no, not this one. I might leave

it behind, and it's rather precious.

Yes, I know the feeling.

Guess what this is.

Port.

- Worse than that.

Cigars.

- Well, why not? My husband does.

He can afford it.

- I'm not so sure.

He has a very extravagant wife.

- Nonsense.

It's quite true. I can't help it.

I'm afraid I do like nice things.

Things far beyond my means sometimes.

Oh, pretty clothes...

...and good schools for the children,

the car, the garden, you know.

Yes, I know.

- Does it give you a lovely guilty feeling?

Lovely.

- Oh, vicar.

Fellow sinners.

What will the village say?

Oh, I think the village knows

you're a very understanding person.

That's why you do so much good.

- Well, I hope I do.

I hope I can when they need me.

You mean, you think

there is trouble coming?

I think it's here.

Good evening, Lady Beldon.

- Good evening, vicar.

Good evening.

Oh, shopping's absolutely impossible

nowadays. You can't get near the counter...

...and when you do, they haven't got it

and you pay twice as much for it.

What a wonderful description.

- Sit down, Simpson. And don't sniff.

I spent the whole afternoon being

pushed around by middle-class females...

...buying things they can't afford.

- Oh, dear, that means me.

Oh, no, much worse.

You're Mrs. Mannering, aren't you?

Miniver.

- Oh, yes. The lawyer's wife.

No, my husband's an architect.

- I knew he was something of that sort.

I don't know what the country's coming to.

Trying to be better than their betters.

No wonder Germany's arming.

Good evening, your ladyship.

- Good evening, Ballard.

Good evening, ma'am.

- Good evening, Mr. Ballard.

Dear, this bag.

Vicar, do go on, please.

Well, goodbye, then.

- Goodbye.

Thank you.

I was looking for you on the 5:00.

- I missed it by two minutes.

Isn't that shameful?

- Well, time and tide waits for no man.

And trains neither.

Are you too late, ma'am,

to spare me a moment?

I got something to show you.

- Well, I--

It's something very special.

Well, of course, Mr. Ballard.

Do show me.

This way, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Ballard.

It's my masterpiece.

How lovely.

You like it, ma'am?

I think it's the most beautiful rose

I've ever seen.

The shape.

- And the scent.

Divine. And the color....

I adore red roses.

'Tis said, as Cupid danced among the gods,

he down the nectar flung...

...which on the white rose being shed,

made it forever after red.

Wherever did you find that?

- Hutter's seed catalog, ma'am.

It's pretty, but it ain't true.

What goes to make a rose, ma'am,

is breeding...

...and budding and horse manure,

if you'll pardon the expression.

And that's where you come in, ma'am.

- I?

I gotta have a name for it.

Oh, you want me to name it for you.

- No, ma'am, I got a name for it...

...if you'll give me your permission.

- Why, of course. But I don't see--

I want to call it the 'Mrs. Miniver.'

If you'll pardon me, ma'am...

...I've watched you go in and out of town

for years now...

...and you've always had time

to stop and have a word with me...

...and I've always waited

for you to come home...

...and you remind me of the flower.

And I figured it'd be a very good name

for my rose.

It's a lovely compliment, Mr. Ballard.

I'd be very happy indeed

to have you name your rose after me.

Well....

I really must go now. I'm terribly

late already. Goodbye, Mr. Ballard...

...and thank you. Thank you very much.

- No, no, no, thank you.

I think it's lovely

having flowers named after you.

Goodbye.

- Bye.

Thank you.

That's my wife.

Good as new?

- Well, almost, sir.

It's a nice car, but afraid

it's a little more than I can afford.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

We have some nice cars

in a cheaper bracket.

But I like this one.

Well, I'm going to take it.

Perhaps you'd better think it over.

- No, I'm going to take it.

Will you bring it tonight?

- Very good, sir.

And don't let my wife know

how much it cost.

Hello, Judy.

- Daddy.

Good evening.

Mr. Miniver, you're just in time

to hear Judy play her piece.

But I'm afraid--

- lt'd encourage her so much.

Encourage both of us, in fact.

- I'm a little late. Next time.

See you later, Judy.

- Bye, Daddy.

What's the hurry, Toby?

- I can't stop, Daddy.

Napoleon wants to throw up.

- Oh, does he?

I wouldn't dare tell you the price, though.

I feel terribly guilty about it.

I was already on my way home

and something seemed to come over me...

...a sort of trance. I got off the bus--

- Hello, darling.

Oh, Clem.

- How are you?

That's Clem, dear.

As I was saying, I got off the bus...

...and then I suddenly remembered that Vin

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