Another Time, Another Place Page #4

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I'll be ready.

- Can I help you?

- Sloane 3718, please.

- Would you call Mr. Trevor for me?

- Yes, sir.

- Tell him Mr. Thompson is waiting.

- I'll do it right away, sir.

Hello, Sara.

- Where's Mark?

- Coming down.

He told me that you'd both decided

to call it quits.

I didn't know you were concerned.

I've been a friend of theirs

for a long time.

If you were so concerned,

why didn't you tell me he was married?

I should have, but...

Oh, darling.

I tried to stay away.

I did everything I could.

I've been ringing you.

When you didn't answer...

I don't want you to leave me.

We'll find a way out of this.

Tell me you feel the same. Please!

Yes, we'll find a way out.

How about shoving off?

- Where're you going?

- The Germans surrendered in Italy.

- We're flying to Paris, and then Rome.

- No. Let them send someone else.

Darling, I have to go.

But what about us?

We've got to move, Mark.

Goodbye, Sara.

Just remember this: I love you.

You will come back to me,

won't you, Mark?

I promise.

Don't catch cold.

Just catch my broadcast,

tomorrow morning, 11:00, from Paris.

- Shall I make you some more toast?

- No, that's plenty, thanks.

I had a terrible night.

I dreamed I'd lost me ration books.

And there was me and Mr. Bunker

just wasting away.

- That was a nightmare.

- It was!

Well, I think I'll go

and do me kitchen now.

I'll get it, Mrs. Bunker.

Carter, what are you doing

back so soon?

I managed to finish my business

quicker than I thought.

I caught an early plane.

Well, you're just in time for coffee.

Sit down.

I have a lot to tell you, Carter.

I saw Mark just before he left for Paris.

- Sara...

- Please don't be angry...

but I'm not going to New York with you.

- We're going to work it out, Mark and I.

- Sara, listen...

- He promised that...

- Miss Scott, it's 11:00.

- That's Mark's broadcast.

- No, wait.

What? I don't want to miss it.

Sara, before it comes on...

I didn't finish my work in Paris.

I flew back to tell you myself.

This is the BBC Home Service.

We regret to announce...

that the broadcast

originally intended for this time...

has been cancelled,

owing to the tragic death...

of our reporter, Mr. Mark Trevor.

Mr. Trevor was one of a number

killed in an air crash...

at Le Bourget early this morning.

No.

It's a mistake.

No, no, no! It's a mistake!

A list of other victims of the crash

will be broadcast later in the day.

There will now be a short interlude.

Carter, you've always told me:

"Check and recheck a story. "

I've checked and rechecked.

The story's gone to press.

- Well, how is she, Doctor?

- Better, but not well.

She's been here six weeks.

Six weeks is a short time in this case.

Grief does different things

to different people.

In Miss Scott's mind,

she knows he's dead.

But emotionally, to her,

his death is like a bad dream...

from which she'll awaken

and find him again.

However, there's

a more immediate problem.

- What's that?

- She insists on leaving.

I've prevailed on her

to stay on here another week.

But after that, there's nothing I can do

to keep her here.

Doctor, did she tell you

what she'd like to do?

No. Just that she wants to go back

to work.

- Can she travel alone?

- Oh, yes, I think so.

- All right. May I see her now?

- Yes, of course. Come along.

Hello, Sara.

Hello.

I understand you're ready to leave.

- At the end of the week.

- Good girl.

- What's my next assignment, Carter?

- Getting on a ship for home.

I thought I'd stay in London for a while.

Not a chance.

We need you back in New York.

I'd take you with me,

but I have to leave tonight.

There's a ship going from Plymouth

on Saturday.

- I'll have Jake put you on it.

- Plymouth?

That's right.

The sea air will do you good.

You'll have nothing to do on board but

eat, sleep, and get completely rested.

Sara, I know how tough it's been on you,

but that's all finished now.

- Do you understand that?

- Yes.

Mark is dead.

When somebody dies, you have to pick

yourself up and get going again, fast.

I know.

Because if you don't, you can make

a lot of trouble for yourself.

- What do you say?

- I'll do my best.

And I'll give you all the help I can.

I love you, Sara. I'll be waiting for you.

Is it a deal? Saturday, from Plymouth?

It's a deal.

Take care of yourself.

I'll see you in New York.

Hi.

- Ready to go?

- All packed.

I got you a nice slow ship

with a nice big bar.

I'll need it.

I wish I could offer you a drink now...

Who taught you how to pack?

You should always leave a bottle out.

I can give you a cigarette, American.

There's some coffee.

Relax. I'm fine.

Look, you're not sailing until tomorrow,

so we can spend the evening together...

and I'll tell you all about how I used

to beat up my dad when I was a kid.

Sorry, Jake. But I'm leaving today.

I don't want to face the crowd

on the boat train...

so I'll sleep in Plymouth tonight

and go aboard early in the morning.

I'm supposed to keep you in chains

till they ship anchor.

Well, I'm as good as gone.

From now on, I'll take care of myself.

Okay.

I'm flying out myself tomorrow

for a briefing in New York.

Next stop:
Japan.

- So, goodbye.

- So, goodbye.

And thanks.

Cor! I waited for hours in the queue

for these tickets, Miss Scott.

You know, Mr. Klein,

it was just like old times...

seeing all them people

buying tickets for the seaside.

Me and my husband

used to spend our holidays in Cornwall.

- Here they are, Miss Scott.

- Thanks, Mrs. Bunker.

There's some stuff in the fridge,

if you'd like to take it home.

Thanks, Miss Scott.

So long, Jake.

Cornwall.

Seems I heard about that place

somewhere before.

Isn't that way down

in the west of England?

Mind your own business, huh?

Wasn't there a guy we both knew

that used to live down there?

- So what?

- So what are you trying to do?

- I just want one look at his house.

- Sure.

That ticket to Cornwall is like

buying a round trip to the hospital.

When I found out how near

Plymouth was to St. Giles...

You thought you'd drop down there

and get yourself into some real trouble.

All right, Jake. Hang it up.

Do me a favour, sweetie. Don't go.

- Aren't you going to be late?

- Look, Sara, please.

I told you I just want to see

the town he was born in.

Just one look, Sara.

Then get out of there.

All the boarding houses is full up.

Every train from London

brings more of them.

It's nice having the town full again.

We'll get the boats out

for the shark fishing.

Remember that whopper we caught

just before the war?

- Good afternoon, madam.

- Good afternoon.

- Are you the manager?

- Yes. What can I do for you?

I'd like a room and bath for tonight.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm afraid we're full up.

- You haven't anything?

- I'm very sorry.

It's been so long since people

could visit this part of the coast...

- that we're completely booked.

- I see.

- Is there a train to Plymouth tonight?

- Yes. There's the 8:57.

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