When the Wind Blows Page #2

---

But what about baby Jim?

Don't start singing!

What do you mean, "We'll all go

together when we go"? It's not funny.

No, but it's our duty to carry out

governmental instructions in time of war, son.

Stop laughing, will you?

I'm surprised at you.

You're supposed to be a

responsible father now.

A protractor?

The angle at the bottom?

Yes, yes, I see.

OK, son. Thanks.

Now, listen.

Just you start that inner core or refuge.

It's your bounden duty, son.

Cheerio, son.

Now, remember what I said.

I am your father.

I do know a bit about war.

Love to Beryl and baby Jim. Ta-ta.

Yes... Ron says I need a protractor.

He says I can get one at Willis's.

He was killing himself laughing,

and he was singing songs!

I can't understand it.

I think it's nerves.

He's gone a bit hysterical.

- He can't be drunk at this time of day.

- Our Ron doesn't drink.

Oh, no, no, no. No, no,

of course not, dear.

Ron is not going to make

an inner core or refuge.

I remonstrated with him,

but he was adamant.

He says if London cops it, he'll cop it.

And not to worry, Dad.

It's an irresponsible attitude.

I'm a bit disappointed in him,

adopting that attitude.

He was always a very responsible

boy when he was in the Cubs.

It was going to that art

college that spoiled him.

He met some dreadful people there.

Huh! Blessed beatniks!

I don't suppose it'll make a terrific

amount of difference, the exact angle.

It'll probably all fall down anyway.

What with the bomb, an' that.

If a job's worth doing,

it's worth doing well, James.

Yes, dear. But it is only temporary.

After all, it'll all

be over in a flash.

Funny to think they were

on our side in the war.

- Who, dear?

- The Russkies.

- With old Joe Stalin.

- Yes, he was a nice chap.

I liked him.

Like an uncle, he was.

I liked his moustache and his pipe.

Yeah. Roosevelt was nice, too.

There was three of them.

Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin.

All good blokes.

With old Hitler, Goering and Musso,

and all that lot, on the other side.

You somehow knew where you were then.

I don't even know who the

people are these days.

I expect it's all done

by committees, dear.

Yes, and meetings. I expect they

have loads and loads of meetings,

and thus arrive at decisions.

Commuters, too.

They all use commuters these days.

It's got very impersonal.

Churchill with his cigar,

old Stalin with his moustache...

you knew where you stood.

Do you think they'll invade?

Oh, no, no. Won't need to.

It'll all be done by missiles.

Long... range.

Then they'll instil commuters

to take charge of us.

It's funny to think there's

no shelters this time.

We had an old Anderson in the garden.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes