633 Squadron Page #4

That's for me. Just my type.

What makes you think

you'll get first crack?

Rank, old boy. Excuse me.

I wonder

if I might entice you...

into joining me for a drink,

my love?

- Erik!

- Hilde!

It's been such a long time.

Three years.

Sometimes I was so afraid

I might never see you again.

You know me better than that.

Of course.

Let me have a look at you.

What a fine uniform.

The navy, isn't it?

Yes. Unfortunately

a navy without ships.

I don't care.

As long as you're safe

and not in Norway...

I think we've broken up

the party.

Let's go into the parlor.

I have so many questions

to ask...

I don't know where to start.

Some chaps have all the luck.

Don't be silly.

That's

Lieutenant Bergman's sister.

I've got a sister.

Would you like to see

a photograph?

What use is a photograph?

Anyway,

she probably looks like you.

Same again, Mr. Kearns.

This round's on my sister.

Rosie!

How about some music?

Who's next?

Let's get another pint

of that going.

Welcome aboard, Skipper!

Come in, girls!

Don't be shy!

There you are!

Sit right here, darling!

Well played!

- What are you drinking, Skipper?

- What do you got?

- Whiskey?

- That's what we're drinking.

Hey, girls, girls?

How'd you break out

of the barracks?

Roy brought a ladder,

didn't you?

- A little second story work.

- Here you are, Skipper.

You've arrived just in time

to make the party complete!

- Here's to girls!

- All of 'em!

Haven't met all of them.

You haven't

met Bergman's sister.

She's in the other room.

Here's to the one

I haven't met.

Go on.

That's all.

That is how I got to England.

And now you work

for the English?

Yes, with the RAF squadron

as liaison officer...

but that is all

I'm permitted to tell you.

Enough about me.

What have you been doing?

I have been

working in the country...

with children who have been

sent out of the bombed areas.

Roy, come in.

I'd like you

to meet my sister Hilde.

- Wing Commander Grant.

- How do you do?

I was just

drinking a toast to you.

Thank you. My brother has been

telling me about you.

You're the girl

in the sail boat, aren't you?

Sail boat?

I was telling Roy

about the times...

we went sailing on our lake.

Yes, I remember,

but I felt much younger then.

The last three years

seem more like three hundred.

You're a mighty pretty old lady.

Thank you, again...

but you don't have

to pay me compliments.

Just take care of my brother.

We take care of each other.

Mutual Aid Society.

Roy?

Your drink's getting warm.

Excuse me.

I was just looking for you.

I bet you were.

Is that his fiance?

He would be amused

to hear you say that.

No, I don't think

he takes her too seriously.

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