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- You ain't a blue-stocking?

- Oh, I should hope not.

All recruits fall in at once

on the parade groundsl

- Number one marker, fall in.

- Number two marker, fall in.

Number one squad,

fall in.

Swings those arms.

Hut, two, three, four. Left.

One, two. One, two. One, two. And stop.

Gas mask drill, by numbers. One.

Two.

Three.

Center those eye pieces.

Heads well up. Tighten those tabs.

Yes, steady, steady.

Heads well up.

Breathe slowly.

- Prue, whatcha doin' tonight?

- Nothing. Why?

I'll tell you later. Wait for me.

It's ever so important.

Company, halt!

Left turn!

- Well, what is it?

- Oh, it's Joe.

He's joining the navy tomorrow, and tonight's

the last chance he's got to propose to me.

But I thought he'd proposed

the other night.

Oh, well, I didn't want

to tell you before...

but eight weeks I've been

walking out with him, wet and fine.

I've never got him so close

as I did the other night, Prue.

He was putting grass down me neck, like he

always does when he's on the point of something.

He'd just started to ask me

when the air-raid siren went.

Oh, I could have killed

those blasted Germans up there.

Well, you've still got tonight, Vi.

Ain't a hope,

unless we do something.

Look, he calls up this morning

to say he's bringing a chum with him.

- Whatever for?

- Oh, because he's Joe, that's why.

He loves me, right enough, Prue,

but he's just scared stiff of marrying...

so he brings along a chum

to walk between us...

so he can go away tomorrow

and join the navy...

- and enjoy it all by himself.

- Come on, Vi.

- Prue, would you do something for me?

- Anything.

Come out with me tonight. Come out

and takeJoe's chum away, will you?

- But, Vi, I don't even know him.

- Violet Worthing. Oh, there you are.

You're on duty in the mess hut. They've been

looking for you everywhere. Hurry.

Coming. Eight o'clock tonight then.

You won't let me down, Prue.

I know you won't.

- Joyce Wynn.

- All right.

- Joyce Wynn.

- All right.

- Alice Morgan.

- Yes.

- Prudence Cathaway.

- All right.

- Violet Worthing.

- Yes.

- Janet Gleason.

- All right.

- Where are they?

- They must be up here somewhere.

- Is that you, Vi?

- Oh, there they are.

- Joe, is that you?

- Yeah, we're here.

This is my chum, Prue Cathaway.

She thought she'd like a walk-

Oh, that's fine. Three's an odd number

and four's a nice party for the pictures.

- This is my chum, Clive Briggs.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Briggs.

- Well?

- Well, let's go.

Who wants the pictures?

Do you, Prue?

Well, I- I think I'd rather be

outdoors at a night like this.

I know. Let's all go

for a stroll downtown...

and have a nice beer and bloater

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