Another Time, Another Place Page #3

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Well, you can tell the boss

I want that raise.

Only the tank that ran over me

was right here in London.

- Nothing.

- It's never going to come in.

Look, it's not going to get here

any quicker because you're nervous.

- Have some more coffee.

- No, thanks.

You got it all figured,

what you're going to tell Reynolds?

I thought I had.

Why don't you smoke a cigarette

while you're waiting?

Hold it.

There's more than one plane coming in.

I'll see if it's him.

- What are you doing in London?

- Waiting for the next plane out.

- Out to where, sir?

- Paris.

How much longer

do you think the war will last?

- When's your birthday, son?

- In a few weeks.

We'll celebrate it in Berlin

with Gen. Patton.

Your dispatches come in to New York

too close to the line. Watch them.

- Where's Sara?

- Inside.

Hello.

What did your fine Presbyterian

upbringing teach you, Sara?

To turn the other cheek.

How are you, Carter?

- How's New York, and Finlay, and Mike?

- Fine, fine.

As you know,

I've been working like a fiend.

Yes, your column's been improving.

It's wonderful to see you.

You've never looked better.

All ready, boss.

Just like old times,

catching you between planes.

Patton's striking south

along the fringes of the Bhmer Wald.

He's got an arc of armour and infantry

above Regensburg.

- You talk to him while you were there?

- Got a few words in.

- How was the old boy?

- Happy.

When is he going to meet up

with the Russians?

He's in radio contact now.

Should be any day.

Have you got any word as to when

Marshal Zhukov will close in on Berlin?

Russians don't tell anybody anything,

including Ike and the President.

How many miles a day

are they advancing?

It's fantastic.

They're advancing 40 to 50 miles a day.

Just how much fight is there left

in the Germans?

Not much.

They're surrendering by the thousands.

Why are you going to Paris, boss?

To talk to McLellan about reorganizing.

Then I'm heading for San Francisco.

That's the spot to watch

for the big news now.

Not a new League of Nations?

Why not? Because the first one failed?

Well, I'll tell you this:

By nature I'm a pessimist.

A man hands me a buck,

I hold it up to the light.

But this time, I've got a feeling

it's going to work. It's got to.

Why does it have to work, Carter?

Who are you going to have

around the conference table?

The same old people?

This paper will stand for the necessity

of the conferences to work.

We'll slap them

when they run off the rails...

and break our hands applauding

when they run straight.

There's been enough slaughter.

A dead man lying face down in the mud

of a field is no answer to peace.

That's all for now, thank you. I'll be back

from Paris tomorrow afternoon.

Get everybody together

for a conference tomorrow afternoon.

And I want to talk to you.

- All right, what's going on?

- We're keeping the place running.

I mean, about Sara.

She's just getting a little tired,

like the rest of us.

Look, Mr. Reynolds, I just work here.

Below was a new wilderness...

the wilderness created by the bombing.

As far as the eye could see...

smoke and flame

reached for the jet-black sky.

And in the light thrown...

...could still watch for the enemy.

Flight Lt. William Briggs...

You kept me informed about her.

A month ago you stopped. Is that why?

I told you,

this has nothing to do with my job here.

It has everything to do with it.

What's his name?

Mark Trevor. He's a reporter

for the BBC.

We'll talk about it

on the way to the airport.

Another broadcast in the series of...

Recordings and Observations

of the War...

written, narrated,

and produced by Mark...

That sounded like a good broadcast.

I didn't catch the man's name.

- Mark Trevor.

- I'll remember it.

His stuff might make a good column

for the paper.

Where can I get a hold of him?

You don't have to check on him.

I'll tell you all there is to know.

In fact, I'll introduce you.

- How long have you known him?

- Almost a month.

- How well have you known him?

- Very well.

- How well have you known him?

- Very well.

I'll have to look through your letters.

Maybe I missed something.

- I was going to tell you tonight.

- Why didn't you?

Do you think

you could let me in on the latest now?

I wanted to marry him.

Outside of the fact that you were

coming back to marry me...

what's stopping you?

His wife and son.

Give me a cigarette, please.

How long have you known that?

I found out about it

a couple of hours ago.

- You've had a big night.

- That's right. A big night.

Get a few things ready.

I'll take you to Paris with me.

- No, Carter.

- Why not?

Didn't he say he was married?

That means he just said goodbye.

You're free to travel.

- I can't make any decisions now.

- I'm making one for you.

I'm ordering you to go to Paris.

Remember, you still work for me.

Well, I just quit!

I'm finished. Do you hear that?

Yes, but that doesn't change

your contract.

You have three years to go.

I'm holding you to it.

But he loves me, Carter.

Don't you understand?

I'm sure he loves his wife, too.

You haven't been punched enough, is

that it? You want to go back for more?

I want time to figure this out.

- And is he going to help you?

- Yes.

- Did he tell you that?

- I know it. I feel it.

That's fine. You feel it.

- Lf I were you, I'd get it in writing.

- Don't.

You know I'm right, baby.

It's no use. Come to Paris.

I can't go anywhere now.

Then I'll pick you up on my way back,

and we'll head for New York together.

What do you say?

What can I say?

A simple "yes" will do fine.

- You really think I'm kidding myself?

- I know you are.

Sure, I'm just looking for a beating.

You're right, Carter,

I should know better. Only...

- The car's waiting.

- I'll be right there.

I'll be back tomorrow at 4:00.

I'll be packed.

Travel light, because we move fast.

What have you got?

So far, nothing but a headache.

Take an aspirin.

You've got half an hour.

There.

- Is it good?

- No, it's terrible.

If you give me some more time,

I can make it worse.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry, Alfy.

I just couldn't get going tonight.

- Lf you don't think it's really up to par...

- No, I think it'll get by.

How are you feeling, Jonesy?

I feel a bit hollow, Miss Scott.

But I'm all right.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Sure you won't come over for a drink?

- Thanks, but I don't think so.

- Look, about Sara...

- Forget it.

- I know how tough it must have been.

- Yes.

What time do you want to cut the tapes

tomorrow morning?

I'm going to sleep till 9:00...

unless the building falls in.

Good night.

- Sara?

- Alan here.

The building just fell in.

The Germans surrendered in Italy.

- What? Where are you now?

- Back at the office.

They've accepted

all the Allied demands unconditionally.

What's our job?

We fly to Paris in three hours,

and from there, on to Rome.

I'll pick you up in front of your hotel

at 6:
00.

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