Hope and Glory Page #5

BILL:

There's a soldier at he door,

looking for you.

She whips back the sheet, wide awake. One look at his face

is enough to see that he is lying.

DAWN:

You're the biggest fibber.

BILL:

It's dinner time. It really is.

Cross my heart.

She snakes out an arm and pulls him into bed. She rolls on

top of him, tickling him and smothering him with kisses.

DAWN:

If there's no solider, I'll have

you instead.

He giggles and struggles, gets into a panic, but she is

merciless, won't stop. Finally he starts to cry. She leaps

out of bed, disgusted with him.

DAWN:

Cry baby Bunting.

INT. ROHAN HOUSE - GRACE'S BEDROOM - DAY

CLIVE rummages in the wardrobe, chuckling to himself. He

finds his Sam Browne belt and Army cap from the First Wold

War.

INT. ROHAN HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

MOLLY and GRACE and GRANDMA have 'gin and its', the men

brown ale. They are in high spirits. SUE is doing a puzzle

on the floor. MOLLY shouts into GRANDMA'S ear.

MOLLY:

Few bombs might wake up this

country.

GRACE fills MAC'S glass in a tender gesture. A look passes

between them. MOLLY is a friend and wife, they love and

suffer in common. DAWN appears, wearing a defiant slash of

lipstick.

GRACE:

I doubt if a few bombs would wake

up Dawn on a Sunday morning.

DAWN:

This phoney war get's on my

nerves. If we're going to have a

war, I wish they'd get it

started.

GRACE:

Just ignore her, Mac.

CLIVE appears having stripped to the waist but wearing his

Sam Browne from the First Wold War. They all shriek with

laughter. CLIVE, encouraged by this response, does drill

movements and then demonstrates how to salute.

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