Another Time, Another Place Page #2

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- See you tonight.

- Yes, darling. Goodbye.

- Jonesy.

- Hello, Miss Scott.

What are you still doing here?

You should have gone home hours ago.

I've had a telegram, Miss Scott.

About my boy.

- The one in the Army.

- Oh, Jonesy, he isn't...

Is there anything you'd like me to do?

Filing, or typing?

I'll give you some stuff

I did this afternoon.

- Hello, Nancy.

- Hi, Miss Scott.

- Four copies, and I want them clear.

- Yes, Miss Scott.

I'm so sorry, Jonesy.

Four copies, clear.

I'll do them right away.

- Haven't you finished yet?

- Just this second.

Then what are you sitting around for?

Don't you know what's happening there?

- Darn! I forgot.

- Forgot?

- You can say that without shame?

- I'll be right with you.

- Pair of kings.

- Fold.

- Well, what's the top?

- Sky's the limit. A shilling.

That's not a very high sky.

- Just play.

- You're happy.

We sent the stuff in so they could

put the rag to bed in New York...

we're here knocking ourselves out,

and you're kibitzing with a bomb.

Ante sixpence.

- Anything wild?

- Nothing wild but the losers.

- Anything new?

- I'll take three.

- Two.

- She's got three of a kind.

Suffer it.

Sara.

I bet a shilling. Yes?

Someone fell out of a plane

and wants Sara to catch him.

Who?

Oh, that's wonderful, Jonesy. Thanks.

The butcher's promised

my housekeeper two chops.

You know what those butchers are:

Full of promises.

- What time you eating?

- 9:
00.

Better make it 8:00.

- Okay, what have you got?

- Full house. Kings and 4s.

Why 8:
00?

Because you've got to be

at the airport at 9:30.

Sorry, I have a date.

The boss is flying in.

- Well, he can't be.

- Why not? He can afford the fare.

It should happen to a dog.

I thought he was at Regensburg

with Patton's army.

He was. Now he's in a plane

coming here.

- I've had it. Count me out.

- She plays one hand and collapses.

Sorry. Tomorrow night.

Count me out, too.

And keep your hands off my money.

When the boss flies in,

he expects his slaves to be there.

I told you:
I have a date.

- With Mark.

- Yes.

- So I'll see Reynolds here.

- You'll see him at the airport.

What's the difference?

Sooner or later you've got to tell him.

I know. I'm just being cowardly, Jake.

What do you think he'll do

when I tell him I'm going to marry Mark?

- You're what?

- That's right.

- When did this happen?

- Well, I almost asked him tonight.

I think maybe

I won't go to the airport, either.

But he'll understand.

Reynolds? He's been known to string

people up by the thumbs for a lot less.

- You're a great help.

- Well, you asked me.

I'll be seeing you.

Only today I said to Mr. Bunker, I said:

"Listening to Mr. Trevor's broadcasts,

affects me so, I could burst out crying. "

Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of,

Mrs. Bunker.

They're so good, sometimes

even Mr. Trevor bursts out crying.

Very funny.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bunker.

- Not at all, I'm sure.

- It's 9:
00, Miss Scott.

- Thank you for reminding me.

I'm sorry, Mark, but I have to run.

- Just a minute, Sara.

- But I can't, darling.

I'll change in a hurry,

then we'll have coffee together.

Come on, don't look so glum.

- Ready for coffee, Mrs. B.

- Yes, Miss Scott.

Here's your coffee, Mr. Trevor.

If you don't mind my saying, so, sir,

you look ever so tired.

- Yes, I am a bit.

- Well, never mind.

The war will soon be over,

and then we'll all have a nice long rest.

Mark, I'm going to have to miss

your broadcast.

You won't be missing a thing.

You know you're not supposed to talk

about your work that way.

That's my privilege.

You're sure you have to go

to the airport?

When the boss flies in,

the whole office goes to the airport.

- Besides, I'm going to tell him.

- What?

About us. And how disgustingly happy

I am.

He'll throw some fiery glances at me,

and whittle away with his sarcasm.

But I'm ready for him.

In fact, I'm even dressing up for it.

You know, I've got to meet a trainload

of returning prisoners of war.

- Can't you come back later?

- No.

I won't be coming back.

When the war's over,

we'll take a holiday together.

We'll drive to Spain

and rent a villa by the sea.

And every morning I'll wake you up

and drag you into the water for a swim.

Did you say

you won't be coming back tonight?

Yes.

Will you be that late?

Come and sit down with me

for a minute.

- I don't dare, darling. I haven't time.

- It's important.

All right.

That's probably Jake.

Hello?

Yes, Jake, I'm still here.

Well, actually, I'm in the tub

and I won't be ready for hours.

Okay. Just wishful thinking.

You'll pick me up? I'll be ready.

Sara, I can't come back tonight,

or any other night.

Well, if that's a joke...

I'm married. My wife's in Cornwall

with my son, Brian.

I don't believe it.

Is there anything more you want done

before I go, Miss Scott?

No, thank you, Mrs. Bunker.

Very well, then, I'll say good night.

Good night, Mr. Trevor.

I'll be listening to you on the wireless.

It can't be true.

I've got no excuses, Sara. None.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I said I had no excuses.

Unless being so much in love with you

is an excuse.

I couldn't make myself say it.

I didn't want to lose you.

And here I was, going to the airport

to tell Carter that I...

I've thought about this

until I felt I'd break apart.

Every time I saw you,

I knew I'd have to tell you.

- Mark, what are we going to do?

- I don't know.

I don't want to hurt you, Sara.

I know, darling.

And I don't want to hurt

my wife and child.

What can I say?

- Do you still love her?

- I don't know.

You don't know?

But you can make love to me,

you can say...

Every word I said to you was true.

Oh, that's funny, Mark.

That's very funny.

- I don't expect you to understand.

- No, don't expect it.

Just tell me to go.

- Why? To make it easy for you?

- It won't be easy.

When you decide what you want to do,

you let me know.

- Is Sara ready?

- In a minute.

She used to be everywhere

five minutes before anything happened.

Suddenly she's late all the time.

Come on, Sara. Snap it up.

Well, how goes it, Mark-boy?

- Couldn't be better, Jake.

- Glad to hear it.

- How are we for time, Jake?

- Lousy.

Drop you off at your hotel?

Thanks, but someone's coming by

for me.

Yeah.

- Goodbye, Mark.

- Goodbye.

- What's the matter with you?

- Nothing.

That guy, Mark...

- What about him?

- I like the way he looks at you.

Like he's waiting for something

to happen so he can save you.

How long since you've seen the boss?

Not since I've been in Europe.

I saw him about four weeks ago.

He was passing through

on a quick flight to India.

He mentioned your name.

What did he say?

He said, "If you see Sara, tell her

that if she doesn't get shot in Italy...

"or run over by a tank in Africa...

"I'll raise her salary. "

- He said all that?

- Every last word.

Somebody must've been holding

him down to keep him still that long.

Let me in on it, Sara. What's happened?

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