Synopsis: It's 1938, but Stan doesn't know the war is over; he's still patrolling the trenches in France, and shoots down a French aviator. Oliver sees his old chum's picture in the paper and goes to visit Stan at the Soldier's Home. Thinking Stan is disabled (it's just that he's sitting on his leg), Oliver takes pity on him and takes him home for a nice home-cooked meal. But Oliver's wife has other ideas and leaves him to fend for himself. After blowing up the kitchen, Oliver is helped by his next-door neighbor, Mrs. Gilbert... until the big-game hunting Mr. Gilbert comes home unexpectedly, carrying a shotgun.
Genre: Comedy, War
Director(s): John G. Blystone
Production: MGM
57 min

- One more minute and we'll be going over.

- The men are ready, sir.

Private Laurel.

You stay here and guard this post

until relieved from duty.

Gee, I wish I was going with you.

Take care of yourself.

Don't worry about me, Stan.

I'll be back. We'll all be back.

So long, pal.

(Heavy gunfire)

(Gunfire stops)

(Jazzy bugle call)

(Aircraft humming)

You brainless idiot!

What are you trying to do?!

- Put that thing down!

- War is war and I've got my orders.

- What orders?

- To guard this post.

You block-head!

The war's been over for 20 years.

It doesn't make any difference.

When I'm told to do something...

- What d'you say?

- The war's been over for 20 years.


The war's been over for 20 years!

Ha! How time flies.

Just seems like yesterday.

- What d'you say?

- You heard me.

- Well, that accounts for it.

- Accounts for what?

Everything's been kinda quiet lately.

Come with me. I'll see that you get home.

War's been over for...

Well, it's better than staying here.

Thanks very much. Are you sure

the war's been over for 20 years?

Positively. I can prove it to you.

If it isn't, somebody's going

to get into an awful jam.

Paper! Morning paper!

Were the eggs done enough

this morning, dear?

Is there anything else, dear?

I almost burned my finger

on the bacon this morning.

My love, you've got something

on your mind.

You can't fool your baby Oliver.

Oh, Oliver! You don't even remember

what happened a year ago today.

Was that the day I fell off the bicycle?

No, Oliver. Now just try to think.

It had something to do with you and me.

I give up. I can't quite remember

what you mean.

Unless it was the day

we got married... That's it!

It was just a year ago today

that you came into my heart.

How could I forget?

Congratulations, Mrs Hardy.

Of course I didn't forget.

We'll celebrate. We'll have a party.

Oh, Oliver!

How I've looked forward to this day.

I planned a dinner just for the two of us,

as I did a year ago tonight.

- You're so sweet and I'm such a cad.

- No, you're not.

We'll do anything your little heart desires.

We'll have a nice quiet dinner

and after that, we'll sit and hold hands

and I'll whisper sweet nothings

in your ear.

Oh, Oliver!

This is wonderful. And you are so wonderful.

Could I have an extra dollar

with my allowance?

Isn't 75 cents a day enough for you?

Usually it is but today is different.

I wish you wouldn't ask me what I'm

going to do with it. It's to be a surprise.

Oh, Oliver, of course.

You can have a dollar

and 25 cents more... today.

There's one more thing.

Do you mind if I use the car?

I'll only be gone one hour.

Of course not.

But be careful and hurry right back.

Thank you. I won't even say goodbye,

my precious little Fig Newton.

I'll just say, pardon me for one hour.

And make that hour short.

(Whistles merrily)

- Good morning, Mrs Gilbert.

- Good morning, Mr Hardy.

Gorgeous day, isn't it? Bright, cheerful.

- It's a lovely day.

- This is quite a day for me.

My anniversary... and Mrs Hardy's too.

- Oh, how nice! Congratulations.

- Thank you.

I have reason to celebrate. Mr Gilbert is due

back after two months hunting in Africa.

Oh, fine! Then we both have a reason

to celebrate. Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Oh. It's all right. I'll get them.

Hello, darling. This is Mr Hardy.

My husband, Mr Gilbert.

How do you do?

You came back unexpectedly.

Yes. You see, we were holding hands...

We were shaking hands

and the newspapers fell out.

Well, I guess we can get up now.

I guess we'd better be going. Goodbye.

I'm glad to have seen you.

Excuse me. My mistake. I'm sorry.

Oh. There you are.

Goodbye. Oh... Goodbye, Mr Gilbert.

- And who is that snake?

- Mr Hardy. He's our neighbour.

Come in, dear.

It's so nice to have you home.

Good morning, James.

What's the news this morning?

A fella stayed in the trenches

20 years after the war.

- He didn't know it was over!

- How could anyone be so stupid?

I don't know. Here's his picture.

I can't imagine anybody being that dumb.

Oh, yes, I can!

(Deep voice) Out, please.

- (Deep voice) Thank you.

- Quite all right, sir.

Down, please.



I don't see him just now but you'll

find him on the grounds somewhere.

Thank you.

- Ollie!

- Stan! Don't get up now. Sit right there.

- How did you know I was here?

- I saw your picture in the paper.

- How did I look?

- You haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you. If I hadn't have seen you,

I never would have known you.

- Gee, I'm glad to see you.

- I'm glad to see you too.

- Have you missed me?

- I certainly have.

I missed you too.

How's things and everything?

Everything's just fine. I got married.

You don't tell me? Who d'ya marry? Fifi?

- No.

- Er, Lulu?

- No.

- Camille?

- No.

- I know. Fanny.

No. You wouldn't know her.

She's a local girl.

Wait till you meet her. She's one

of the finest women that ever lived.

- Don't tell.

- And can she cook!

- Can she?

- Can she?

Wait till you put your legs

under that table... Pardon me.

Wait till you put your leg under that table

and put your teeth into a big, thick,

juicy steak covered with mushrooms

and those hot biscuits

oozing with molten butter.

And those seven-layered chocolate cakes

swimming in whipped cream.

- Any beans?

- You can have beans if you want.

- You can have anything you want.

- (Bugle call)

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Charley Rogers

Charley Rogers (15 January 1887 – 20 December 1956) was an English film actor, director and screenwriter, best known for his association with Laurel and Hardy. He appeared in 37 films between 1912 and 1954. He also directed 14 films between 1929 and 1936. He was born in Birmingham, Warwickshire, England and died in Los Angeles, California, USA, following injuries sustained in an automobile accident. more…

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