Another Time, Another Place Page #5

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I wonder,

may I leave my bag and coat here?

Why, certainly, madam.

I'll put them in my office.

How do I find the old part of town?

Go out there, turn right,

and straight up Tregenna Hill.

Tregenna Hill.

That's right. Cross the quay,

then straight up the hill.

- Thank you. I'll find it.

- Thank you, madam.

Hello.

- Hello.

- I've never seen you before.

Are you a tourist?

Yes, I guess I am.

My mother says tourists grow

in the summer.

She's right.

- You're an American, aren't you?

- Yes.

Brian, tea's ready.

I hope he wasn't bothering you.

Are you all right?

Look, come inside and sit down

for a minute. It's no trouble.

Come and sit over here.

Would you like a cup of tea?

- Thank you.

- Good. I've got the kettle on.

Are you feeling any better?

You looked so pale.

I did a bit too much today.

I was ill recently in London,

and I'm still getting over it.

My name's Kay Trevor.

Mine's Sara Scott.

- Is this your first visit to St. Giles?

- Yes.

What do you think of it?

Or haven't you made up your mind yet?

Well, I've only been here

for about an hour.

That means you've been

right round the town and back again.

Show me.

The left one's not bad,

but the right managed to escape.

My father said there's a building

in New York so high...

they have lights on it

to warn airplanes not to come too close.

That's the Empire State Building.

I should like to build something that

high. Then I'd stand on the top of it...

and put my head in the clouds

that came by.

Brian's inherited

his father's imagination.

You've finished your milk, darling.

You can go and play.

Are you staying in St. Giles,

or are you just here for the day?

No, I'm going back to Plymouth.

I meant to stay tonight,

but I can't get a room.

That's a shame.

I know some people who take in guests.

I could give them a ring

and ask them if they've got a room.

Thank you, but it's probably

better for me to be in Plymouth.

- My ship for New York is in the morning.

- Oh, I see.

The manager at the hotel said

that there was a train back about 8:30.

What will you do in the meantime?

I'll stay at the Inn. My suitcase is there.

That's no fun!

Why don't you stay here and relax...

and have dinner with us?

Thank you, but...

Look, the restaurants are going to be

just as full as the hotels.

And I can get a lobster.

Do you like lobster?

Yes.

I've got him to bed.

I'm still bigger than he is.

I hope he didn't bother you too much

over dinner with all his questions.

I enjoyed them.

Good, because he asked if you'd go

upstairs and say good night to him.

- You've made quite a conquest.

- Do you think so?

He can't talk of anything else

but getting me to pack his things...

so that he can go back with you

and climb the Empire State Building.

- I couldn't refuse after that.

- I'll take you up.

Is New England the same as England?

Is New England the same as England?

Well, it's a little the same.

Only it's awfully cold in winter, with

snow that comes right up to your ears.

To yours, or mine?

Yours.

And in the summer, the sky spreads out

like a tall, blue sail.

What did you do there?

Well, when I was a little girl...

I used to watch the men

printing my father's newspaper.

There was the smell of ink,

and the whirring of the machines.

What does "whirring" mean?

That's the sound the machines make.

If I went to America,

who would I play with there?

There are lots of boys and girls

your age.

Do you have any?

No.

Lights out, Brian.

It's past your bedtime.

- I'll sleep later in the morning.

- No, you won't. Come on, now.

Good night, darling.

Say good night to Miss Scott.

- Good night, Miss Scott.

- Good night, Brian.

Would you like a drink before you go?

- Yes, thank you.

- Come on down to the study.

Is anything the matter?

No, it's just that music.

I'll turn it off.

Music has such a way

of bringing back memories, hasn't it?

Did it remind you of someone?

You know, I think the most difficult thing

about losing anyone...

is to be taken off guard.

The feeling of things half-said...

half-finished...

I can tell you something that helped me.

I found it wasn't any good to resist grief.

I just let it have its way...

and after a while,

something inside me said:

"Very well, you can bear that. "

It was easier then.

How about that drink?

For a while after my husband's death...

I couldn't come in here

without crying like a baby.

Do you know a line from the Bible:

"And the places that knew them

shall know them no more"?

Yes. I know it.

My husband was with the BBC.

Those are copies of his broadcasts.

Perhaps you heard some of them

when you were in London?

Yes, I did.

He did a series of

on-the-spot recordings.

The best he did was to describe how

they took an unexploded bomb apart.

I was so frightened just listening to it.

How long were you in London?

About three months.

I work for an American newspaper.

I've been here writing articles

about the people in London.

- Did you come straight from the States?

- No. I was in France first. Paris.

Mark and I were there a lot

before the war.

It's a lovely city.

We nearly settled there for a while.

Life has a strange way...

of standing back until you're happiest...

and then, when you've got

a great big smile on your lips...

it gives you a solid whack

across the jaw.

Do you know what I mean?

I'm a newspaper woman.

What life does to people

is my business. I report it.

Cheers.

I'd better go. I don't want to miss

the train to Plymouth.

I'm afraid you're not going to make it.

I didn't realise what the time was.

Can't I take a taxi?

Not at this hour.

But my ship leaves early in the morning.

Look, why don't you stay here tonight,

catch the early train?

- I couldn't.

- But you'll get there in plenty of time.

And I am sure that Brian

has a lot of questions...

he'd be delighted to ask you

at breakfast.

Come on, I'll show you the room.

- Well, good night, Mr. Polworth.

- Good night, Sam.

Miss Scott?

Ship Inn.

Good morning, this is Mrs. Trevor

speaking. Could you help me?

Yes, Mrs. Trevor?

Did a Miss Sara Scott

check in with you last night?

No, nobody's checked in, Mrs. Trevor.

We've been full up for days.

I see. Thank you.

- Number, please.

- Hello. Four-seven, please.

Hello.

Alan, it's Kay here.

Hello!

Listen, something rather odd's

happened. Could you come round?

- It's nothing serious, is it?

- I'm not sure.

I'll come right away.

So I asked her to stay the night.

When do you think she left the house?

I don't know. Her bed's not slept in.

I'm really worried, Alan.

She seems so strange.

Her nerves are raw.

She looks like I looked

after Mark's death.

What's her name?

Scott. Sara Scott.

Well, I'm...

I'm sure everything's all right.

It was the way she looked at things.

As if she were seeing everything

for the last time.

I'll go down to the police station.

I'll call the doctor.

Hello? Eight-five, please.

Hello, Dr. Meade?

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