Kate, will you be my wife?
Great things lie ahead for us.
You're right. Great things.
You go by another name they'll never find you.
The woman's army core has sent a group of a...
Soldiers
to assist with quality control.
You're in good hands Sergeant Hill.
There's important work going on at VicMu.
We need eyes and ears inside the plant.
Go back to your regular life and wait for my call.
Our country is my country too.
You treat me like the enemy you just might get what you're looking for.
If I don't quit I'm gonna have to find another way to stand up straight.
You're proud. I know some guys, got the same problem.
You should meet 'em.
(Indistinct chatter in Italian)
Marco: I told you'd double your money!
(Speaking Italian)
You may got the brawn, but I got the brains.
Cheers.
(Speaking Italian)
What happened?
(Speaking Italian)
Moe, get me some water, water.
I said water not wine.
Here, Ma.
(Speaking Italian)
Thief, they called me thief.
At the store?
Those stores treat our mothers like garbage.
(Speaking Italian)
Bastards chased her out.
Which shop was it?
- Witham Food. Frankie: (Resentfully) Witham Foods.
I heard last week they kicked out Guido Gallo's mother just for handling tomatoes.
I am okay, okay!
Sit, Ma, sit. (Speaking Italian)
Party's over boys, get out.
Ma, listen to me.
I'll fix this, okay.
The foiled smuggling enterprise exposed a few flaws in factory security.
Such as?
Marco Moretti.
Marco?
Please, the man's a patriot.
People change.
This is our file on him.
Frankie DiCarlo has ties to the black market and known fascist sympathizers.
How well do you know Moretti?
Better than most.
If Marco's guilty of anything,
it's loving this country too much.
Yes? Then prove it.
Get close to him. Find out what he knows.
You were eager to be called, Miss Witham. Ring-ring.
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You're surprised?
They arrest folks for speaking Italian on street corners.
Why not rough up somebody's mother?
No.
This is some vigliaccio who thinks he can get away with it.
It's not just one bad apple. It's everywhere.
It's how they keep us down, working low-rent jobs and eating crow.
(Speaking Italian)
Where'd you get this fascist book?
"One King, One Country"
It's garbage.
Truth is, England is losing this war.
_
God forbid the neighbours think these drawers here belong to me!
You read this?
The Nazis torpedoed a passenger ferry off Newfoundland.
Awful to think.
German U-boats so close to our shores.
SS Caribou.
137 civilians, 14 children drowned.
Those poor babies...
Torpedoes tore the boat in half, sunk in fifteen minutes.
Bob said it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
Won't be home for supper.
Goodness knows who'll feel like kicking it up
but there's a dance-class after shift.
Learning a little two-step?
Hardly.
New instructor, I have to sign him in.
Last one shipped out.
Oh!
I am so sorry.
It's just, I saw it on your daughter's shelf...
Wuthering Heights.
Didn't take you for a romantic.
I read anything I get my hands on.
Something different to put my mind to, I guess.
Well, you've got a library here now, books are for sharing.
Morning.
Mr. Henderson,
didn't I tell you, put the milk in the bin,
not on the bench.
It's only that Mr. Corbett preferred...
Mr. Corbett's isn't here at present
and naughty neighbors steal my cream.
Yes, Ma'am.
From here on in.
For Pete's sake, he forgot the butter!
Another routine search?
Witham Foods.
Vera: What's the latest?
After that ferry-sinking, I need some good news.
It's awful, isn't it? The enemy is everywhere.
Germans attacking in the St. Lawrence.
What's next, Japs crossing the Rockies?
It's nothing but bad news.
Not in the Beacon.
Hey you two lovebirds.
Look who made the VicMu Beacon!
(Ivan chuckles)
"Gettin' hitched: Kate Andrews and "Ivan Buchinsky.
What joker went and drew that?
Ivan: Oh, Yeah. Only, your hair's not that curly.
You guys should do it proper.
Put an announcement in the newspaper.
One back in Winnipeg while we're at it, make my folks happy.
Yeah, if you want the whole country to know.
Don't you think it seems like showing off?
I'm all for making it official. Let the whole world know.
Vera: Why not?
Going in the wrong direction.
Company halt!
Mrs. Corbett.
What's going on?
New orders. Just got 'em.
Betty: Just like that?
Afraid so.
Company march!
Where they going?
Just know they're shipping out.
Miss McRae, you'll step in to cover Quality Control
till replacements can be trained.
I can count on you?
Always.
You're not the only one getting frisked.
I had to slap a guy for pawing me last week.
This factory is turning into a police state.
Hi, chums!
Thought I'd join you for some fresh air.
Anybody for an oatmeal- raisin cookie?
Not if they're from your dad's shop.
Some yahoo from the store on Dundas called my mother a thief
for picking up an apple!
I don't believe it.
What kind of customers you think your dad wants at that shop?
Pasty-faced Englishmen who bow to the King.
Wow.
Did I horn in here?
Not sure there's much to horn in on,
seems he'd rather fly solo.
Make room for the new Commander on Q.C.
Go easy on me, McRae.
Keep your temperatures in check, Buchinsky, and you'll be fine.
Your friend, Teresa? She ship out?
Okay let's do this.
Your father's full name.
Daniel Andrews.
Do they really need to know that?
It's the start of a beautiful story.
You said he was a veterinarian?
Yes.
In Huntsville.
Huntsville, really? That's news to me.
Well... just outside. But with Dad's work.
- So Dr. Daniel Andrews. - Hmhmm.
I think that'll be news to a lot of folks.
It's sad your parents won't be there to give away their beautiful daughter.
It's something I can live with.
So you had a setback.
This was no bump in the trail.
It was a full-on roadblock.
So try another route.
After what Witham Foods did to his mother,
I'll be lucky if he ever talks to me again.
Your friend is treading close to the edge, Miss Witham.
Your efforts can save him.
How?
Make in-roads with someone he likes.
There must be a few folks near him.
A girlfriend?
I didn't promise easy, Miss Witham.
What do you say we grab a bite before you go home?
Sounds like you're running a little light on groceries.
Frankie: Hey!
(Car horn)
Moretti, kiss your girl and get in the car.
What's going on?
Get in and I'll tell ya.
Sorry Vera.
No, it's okay.
Bye.
Hey.
How about we make our own plans and cry in some beer?
No thanks.
I'm not the crying type.
Slow, slow, quick, quick.
♪
No looking at the floor!
♪
You!
You! Two milks, one cream.
And a butter.
You're the instructor?
Yeah, I got two jobs.
And they got two left feet.
Is that supposed to be a foxtrot?
Always start with the basics, I say.
I need that.
C'mon what do you say we show these young folks how it's done?
Oh. No no no. I didn't come here to...
Dance? I'm sure you can do it.
Alright.
Take a look over here ladies and gents.
Face your partner.
Take the lady's right hand in your left.
And of course, the man always leads.
♪
You're a regular Ginger Rogers.
You mean Roy Rogers. I haven't done this in years.
♪
You read that pamphlet?
Yeah I read it.
You know my old man, he always said Italy wanted to avoid a war.
He was right, and you won't read that in the English papers.
So what is this place?
Witham Food Warehouse.
Let's get some groceries.
What is this? What are you doing?
They mess with you. We're going to mess with them.
Gianna: Enter, enter.
Gladys: They're from my mother's greenhouse.
Gianna: Sit.
I am very sorry,
what happened at Witham Foods.
Is nothing.
See, I am good.
We welcome everyone at our stores.
You help me with mio marito, my husband.
You good girl.
You like espresso?
Love it!
E biscotti... si?
Biscuits? Sure.
Just a digestive is fine.
And Marco, is he well?
Marco, he's out with Frankie.
Ah!
How long has he known him for?
Oh...
My English...
It's fine. You're doing great.
So what do those boys get up to?
Truck driver: What the heck? Frankie: Oh, jeez.
Truck driver: Hey! Frankie: Whoa...
Wait, wait.
Hang on.
He ain't suppose to be here.
What the hell are you doing?
Grab some food.
Buy British?
You think I'll let that go you bastard?
You dirty wop!
No!
(Groaning)
Frankie: Hang on! Truck driver: (Groans)
Marco: Just stop!
Come on!
Bastards like this one threw your father into that camp like a dog!
Sees us like the enemy!
Come on! (Unintelligible)
Yeah!
Frankie: He wants us all buying British.
Frankie: This one is buying Italian tonight!
Frankie: This bastard kicks your mom out of the store.
Frankie: Grab some food. Go on.
Aaah!
(Frankie grunts loudly)
(Truck driver groans in pain)
Frankie: Bastard.
Rollie: Rest assured, Witham Foods will find out who is responsible for this.
Mother.
It's good to see you up and about.
Your father's on a call with The Star.
What happened?
Yes, last night, at the Witham warehouse.
They were held up.
One of the our workers was beaten.
Beaten? My goodness...
Your father spent half the night at the hospital seeing to the victim.
The attackers were Italian, no doubt railed against the war effort.
The police are handling this.
I suggest you speak with them.
Yes, thank you. Good day.
Was your man badly hurt?
Some lowlife used him as a punching bag,
but he'll survive.
These people.
They come to this country but won't live by our rules.
We ought to lock up the rest of these Italians and be done with it.
Mother, don't say such things.
Well? Something needs to be done.
I hear those people are being mistreated in Witham Food stores.
Bloody nonsense!
Hooligans who think they can browbeat us,
have another thing coming.
Daddy, you need to calm down.
I am defending our company.
Don't wait on dinner.
Your father knows what he's doing.
Of course he does.
He has this family's best interests at heart.
I never said he didn't.
Then why have you gone and wrested control of your trust fund?
What's does that have to do with anything?
Answer the question.
Women all over this country run their own households now.
I want a little control over mine.
You don't run your own household.
You live under your father's roof.
This is no good, you got dust in the shell.
Could've sworn I cleaned it properly.
Well you didn't. Do them again.
Okay, I get it.
God, what's with you?
A veterinarian, Kate?
How long before you tell him the truth.
You got your secrets, same as I do.
I'm not the one telling bald-faced lies to someone who loves me.
He doesn't even know your real name.
You told me if I stayed here, life would be normal.
That's all I want.
And build a normal life on lies?
What do you want me to tell him?
That my father was a crazy street preacher
who died in an alley?
Well at least that would be the truth, Kate.
I'm trying to tell a new story here.
Starting now.
And nobody's going to stop me.
Lorna: Ladies!
Something wrong?
No.
No problem here.
So you think bringing oranges like that is going to make her
forget what you people did?
It's common decency, Marco.
Your hand... What were you up to last night?
I boxed a few rounds at the gym.
Bare knuckle?
What's it to you?
Nothing.
I don't have much time, Miss Witham.
The Witham Foods truck robbery?
I think Marco was involved.
His knuckles, they're bruised and cut.
He was in a fight.
And he was with Frankie DiCarlo.
Is that everything?
What more do you need?
This man DiCarlo he's behind it. Detain him.
DiCarlo is an amateur fascist.
We are after the head of the snake.
There's talk he's recruiting locally,
going into disaffected communities.
Have you any indication Moretti's been approached?
(Foot steps)
The coast appears to be clear.
Sorry.
It was all I could think of.
Not a worry.
It's all I could think of too.
So, Moretti.
Has he been recruited?
No.
I don't know.
This war,
will be won or lost on the quality of our intelligence.
The SS Caribou was sunk because intelligence failed
to track U-boat movements.
If you want to stop women and children dying,
do your job.
(Speaking Italian)
So this is suppose to make it right, giving the food away?
They take it home to their Nonnas.
Hey, Mama Moretti!
(Speaking Italian)
All right, fellows. Bad idea.
(Speaking Italian)
I take care of this family. What more do you want?
At the store they call me thief; Is a lie: I no theif.
But you, you're a thief!
- I'm ashamed... Mi vergogna. - Are you ashamed?
You're ashamed?
Si.
We're being treated like dogs!
- Easy Marco, that's your mother. - No, no
I can barely walk the streets with my head up.
They only think the worst of us, Ma.
I no raise you for this.
Who started the fight here? Not me.
Ya, kick the dog long enough, he bites.
She doesn't understand.
She's ready for the boot at any time.
Probably still has the belt around her suitcase.
This is our country too.
It's time they treat us with respect.
This guy,
he wants to meet you.
Oh yeah? Who's that?
Someone who thinks like us.
Not tonight.
Of course.
Just say the word.
Where's the Happy Gang?
No one showed.
Kids these days.
All they want to dance is the jitterbug.
Shame. Had some great tunes lined up.
Oh well, you still have one student.
You know, no sense letting all that great music go to waste.
If it's music you want, I can take you to a great little band.
Drag a hoof?
(Shy gasp)
That was out of line, didn't mean to push.
No no, that's fine.
I uhm--
Yeah.
No harm in a firm lead.
♪
Come on, let's show 'em.
Barman? Two of the same.
Why do you bother with me Gladys?
You're a good guy, Marco.
We're friends.
We're playing different ball-games.
Hell, we're in completely different leagues.
We both live at home.
Both under our mothers' thumbs.
We have more in common than you think.
Maybe it's time we both grow up.
Hey...
I know you've been going through a rough time lately.
Keep your head on straight.
Don't do anything stupid.
I'm supposed to be running my father's company right now.
You got bitter.
No.
I got smarter.
Salute.
♪
When I saw Fred Astaire in Swing Time,
I tried all. The same moves,
leapt over a fence, fell flat on my face!
(Lorna chuckles)
I forgot how much I love dancing.
Does a body good.
And a heart.
When my wife Gracie died, I didn't dance with a woman for ages.
I'm sure she wanted you to move on.
Gracie? Never.
Heck, she wouldn't let me even take a twirl with her sister.
Your husband, being in the chair...
I guess he couldn't begrudge you a dance.
I never much wanted to.
Except now he's out of town.
A rough patch?
No.
Well. I don't know.
Gracie and me never spent a day apart.
But then again everybody's different, right?
With Bob out of town, I'm at loose ends.
Seems we're tying up a few.
Once this baby runs in the paper,
we are good as married.
And that's fine by me.
How about you?
What do you mean?
Means I made you a promise, Katie.
Means we're good to go.
You and Marco,
What gives?
What are you talking about?
Gladys, I saw the two of you together.
I bought him a drink.
That's all it takes.
It's not like that.
You weren't even interested in him until I told you I had feelings.
No, Vera.
Give me one good reason why you're spending time with him like this?
I'm worried about him. I think he's in trouble.
"Trouble".
Yes.
What kind of trouble?
Hmmm... I don't...
Boy, you're no good at this.
Look at those stars.
Lovely isn't it?
And to think how few of us ever really see them.
You have a touch of the dreamer.
Wish I had your passion.
No... I (chuckles) I me--
I meant while you're dancing.
You do it so well.
Well, you must have something,
makes you forget your troubles?
Oh...
When I'm cooking.
I can take a bunch of hodge-podge things
and make them into something beautiful.
Sounds like a passion to me.
Jack. Everybody cooks.
Not true.
My prime rib is the best in town.
I'd like to try it sometime.
Tomorrow night.
(Knock at the door)
Marco?
Shhh.
(Jacket thuds on the floor)
Hop! (laughing)
Marco, you can't stay here.
Why can't I stay here?
I can't go home, my Ma's driving me crazy.
You're scared of your mother?
Yes!
Come here, come here.
Vera.
I'm done.
I know who my friends are
now...
Sometimes
you just need something to hold on to.
Is that all I am to you?
(Vera sighs dissapointingly)
Hey.
Vera.
Hey...
Vera,
(Marco exhales loudly)
Being with you is incredible.
Does it hurt?
Don't.
Hey.
I want to know.
Nobody ever talks about what happened to you.
I don't feel anything.
What about here?
Don't.
You're only going to run off with some beautiful woman.
I already have.
(Door opens)
We'll be three tonight, Jack Henderson's coming for dinner.
The milkman?
We've some instructional business to discuss,
no need to make yourself scarce.
Lucky for you, I got other plans.
What, with Miss Bronte out on the moors?
Boy, that girl Cathy's in love with a big mope.
It's a card from Bob.
Are those the Northern Lights?
We saw them once, over the Georgian Bay.
A trip we took on our honeymoon.
"The fresh fall air, smell of the harvest
the night skies..."
turned him into a regular poet.
He drives a team of horses some days, can you imagine.
Wonder what he'd think about having supper with Heathcliff?
(Speaking Italian)
I'll meet this guy, tomorrow morning.
Seven a.m. Got it.
(Whistles)
There's a vision.
You know, Vera, we got some time before work...
Who are you talking to on the phone?
Nobody.
I heard you, Marco.
It's none of your business.
What, have you've got some big secret?
I don't want to talk about this.
Marco, you're hiding something.
You're not my old lady all of a sudden.
(Door slams shut)
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
Hey.
Today's paper.
"Katherine Margaret Andrews, the daughter of the late
Dr. and Mrs. Daniel Andrews of Huntsville."
It's there right in the paper.
Kate Andrews. That's me.
It's official.
A new life.
Go on.
We'll pick this up tonight.
Here comes the blushing bride.
Or should I say pale fiancée?
He wants to, you know...
Spend time.
Well you are engaged.
You got your write-up in the paper.
He loves you and leaves you?
Sue the S.O.B. for breach-of-promise.
Seen it happen!
Reggie? Knock it off.
You don't pick up the pace,
the amatol's gonna be too cold to pour.
Hey, I'm walking as fast as I can with explosives in my hands!
This is no joke, shake a leg!
What do you want me to do goose-step?
Betty. Lighten up. She's doing her best.
Yeah, and I'm doing mine!
Tell them this is an assembly line not a hen party.
Time for a break, Miss McRae.
Now.
(Locker door banging loudly)
(Voice breaking) Go away.
I'm sorry Teresa left.
(Sniffling) Yeah, me too.
She really knew me.
Betty: Gotta wonder how often that's ever gonna happen.
I know you, too.
Except you don't, Kate.
I can't pretend that I understand...
but I don't believe God put us here, any of us,
to go through life alone.
Gladys.
Vera, I know you deserve an explanation.
You said you were worried about him, why?
Gladys, if you're really my friend.
The incident at the food warehouse
where that employee was beaten up.
You think Marco was involved?
He spends time with that thug DiCarlo.
Oh God.
Vera. What is it?
He was on the phone with him this morning,
planning to meet some man before shift.
I asked him what was the matter,
he flew off the handle for no reason.
I could be wrong. I pray that I am.
Friend to friend.
You would tell me if I was in trouble here right?
Of course.
Come on.
Radio: (All aboard!)
Man: I'm going to miss you, Alice honey. Take care of little JoJo for me.
Woman: I will, I will. Love you!)
(Radio: Train Whistles)
2nd Man: You didn't tell him little JoJo's not his baby, did you?
Woman: Daddy, how could I? I couldn't break his heart.
Woman: He's going to fight the Jerries!
Radio: "The Winding Road." brought to you by Oxadall.
For a wash that's sparkling clean
with one brisk sweep, Oxadall is deep cleaning--
Teresa.
I can't stay long.
I ship out tonight.
I had to come and say good-bye.
I don't even know where you're going.
Newfoundland.
With that ferry boat sunk, their calling on more radio operators
for land-to-sea communications.
Sounds exciting.
It's everything I've trained for.
I know.
Honey,
life has so much in store for you.
You're just starting.
You'll see.
(Sounds of other girls)
(Terese clears her throat)
(Teresa sighs)
(Sobs quietly)
(Radio crackles tuning station)
♪
(Sound of the front gate opening)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Knock at the door)
Lorna, It's Jack.
(Knock at the door)
Lorna?
Lorna, if you're there, it's okay.
Must've got the wrong night.
(Front gate opening and closing)
So, what do we do now?
Nothing.
You told me this was all for his protection,
that we'd help him.
Having me give you that pamphlet.
You used me.
You tricked me into betraying a friend.
And what would you know? I doubt you have a friend.
Not one I would put before the security of my country.
Now tell me,
what time is Moretti's meeting?
You want to help?
This is what it looks like.
Seven a.m.
(Knock at the door)
Miss McRae.
Come in.
Sorry it's late.
I came to apologize for today.
I was out of line.
I was sorry to see it.
Why do you think I give you the responsibility I do?
I have no idea.
You're strong, you're capable.
Just be yourself, that's what a good leader does.
I won't let you down again.
Is there something else troubling you?
No.
It's all just fine.
Would you believe,
I have a whole roast beef and a yorkshire pudding
it's in my kitchen, hot and ready.
I was wondering what smelled so good.
Adele: What's this?
I've taken a suite at the hotel.
Good God, why?
You were right, Mother.
I need to wake up, stand on my own two feet.
We're cramping your style, are we?
She's moving back to the Hedley.
With my small annuity,
the monthly rate is well within my budget.
Speak to her, Rollie.
I won't be far.
Your daughter's just a phone-call away.
(Adele sighs)
(Front gate opens)
Morning, Mrs.Corbett.
And a beautiful one at that.
That's fine, Mr. Henderson, You can leave the milk on the bench.
Mr. Corbett returned?
No.
But I'd like to make sure he comes back
to the same house he left.
'Fraid we're short on cream these days.
That's fine, I've got plenty.
Heard good things about you, Moretti.
What're you so interested in me for, Mr. Mahoney?
You know explosives.
Yeah.
So does my friend Frankie.
Frankie doesn't work in a bomb factory.
So what's in this for you?
Mahoney ain't an Italian name.
There's plenty of us out there, sick of bowing to King and Country.
Win back some of that self respect they bled out of you.
What kind of a device are you looking for?
(Camera clicks)
Hey!
Great photo in the paper.
Yeah, pretty darn swell.
Have you picked your pattern?
For your china, sweetie.
Your hope chest.
(Indistinct chatter in the background)
Well, Kate.
It's out there now.
Your new life.
Feels good, Betty.
I'm glad.
I hope you know what you're doing.
Gladys.
Sorry I fell apart on you yesterday.
Hey, your secret's safe.
We're friends.
I am done chasing that man.
From now on, Marco's coming to me.
Marco's going to straighten up and fly right.
Let's hope so.
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