Another Time, Another Place Page #6

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This is Mrs. Trevor speaking.

Yes. I wonder if you could possibly

come over to the house.

There's been a bit of an accident.

Thank you so much. Goodbye.

Dr. Meade says in a few days

you'll be as right as rain.

Is that a diagnosis or a weather report?

He's really very efficient,

although he does bumble about a bit.

He's written to your doctor in London

and given him a full report.

I don't remember telling him

who my doctor was.

Dr. Aldridge.

You told him on the first day.

Are you warm enough?

Yes, fine, thanks.

You know, I'm going to miss you

when you leave.

During the war, Brian and I

were here alone...

but we were always expecting Mark,

and that helped to fill in the days.

And now I've filled your days

with extra work.

I didn't mind that.

When Mark was here...

I used to think St. Giles

was the most perfect place in the world.

Odd, isn't it, how the presence

of someone you love...

- can make a whole place beautiful?

- Yes, I know.

It's done me good to have someone

here to look after. I felt useful again.

And Brian's had a holiday

away from too much attention.

He wants you to stay on.

Why don't you stay?

I'd like to, but all of my things

are on the way to New York.

At least they made the ship.

Besides, when the office finds out I'm

not on board, they'll really be after me.

You've got your job.

My job's got me.

Yes, I see.

Well, first, you can buy anything

you need in the shops here.

And second,

you can write to New York...

and tell them that you're covering

the most tremendous story...

and you can't leave

until you've finished it.

And what do I hand in when I get back?

I'll let you figure that one out

while I get some paper.

- How are you feeling, Miss Scott?

- Fine, thank you.

- Good.

- I've spilt the glue!

- On what?

- On me!

Excuse me while I unstick him.

I wanted to come and see you

before this.

But then I thought,

perhaps it wasn't very wise.

I know what a shock it was

when you saw me here.

Yes, I thought...

That I died with Mark?

Almost. I was in hospital for a month.

On the plane...

did Mark say anything?

- About you?

- Yes.

I don't remember.

Or you don't want to remember.

Does it matter?

Kay tells me

she's asked you to stay on for a while.

Yes, she did.

You told her you couldn't.

Look, if you think you can travel...

I haven't enough petrol

to get you to London...

but I can manage Torquay.

There are some good hotels there.

And while you're there,

you can arrange a passage home.

How would I explain that to Kay?

I'll do the explaining.

Why do you think you have the right

to interfere now?

I'm only trying to prevent Kay

from being hurt.

I'm not going to hurt her.

If you stay here, sooner or later

she'll find out who you are.

And not from me.

And not from me.

If you don't feel up to it...

I'll contact your office

to book your passage for you.

You're very kind.

Don't mention it.

But I think I can handle this myself.

Let me know what you decide.

Alan.

Tell me.

What did Mark say?

Nothing.

Stick the pin around the strut.

Not in my finger!

- You said you'd take me sailing.

- Name the day.

Today.

Okay, today.

I'll get my boots.

What are you doing this evening, Kay?

I think I'll stay at home.

Isn't Sara well enough

to stay by herself?

No, not really.

Let me pick you up at 7:00.

We'll go to the pictures.

Another time, Alan. Please.

I'm ready!

Good boy.

Well, I'll call you tomorrow. Come on.

Yes?

Mr. Reynolds, I have your call

to London, sir.

Dr. Aldridge?

Yes, this is Dr. Aldridge.

This is Carter Reynolds.

I got your cable.

I'm afraid I've got some rather

disconcerting news about Miss Scott.

I don't understand.

She's on her way to New York.

No. It seems she went

to a village called...

St. Giles, in Cornwall.

Well?

Well, the point is,

St. Giles is where Mark Trevor lived.

She's actually staying in his house.

What?

I received a letter from a Dr. Meade,

who attended her.

He said she suffered some kind

of shock and is remaining to recuperate.

We've got to get her out of there.

I'm afraid I really have

no right to interfere.

I simply felt it was my duty to get

in touch with a responsible person.

Of course, I agree. She should leave

there as soon as possible.

All right, Doctor. Thanks.

- You'd better think fast.

- About what?

- Sara's still in England.

- She can't be.

She's living in Trevor's place.

Did you know she was going there?

She said she was just going

to take a look at it.

How could I know

she was figuring on moving in?

- Get me air reservations, please.

- Yes, sir.

- I think I'll hang myself.

- Let me know when, so I can watch.

What do you think she's doing?

What does any woman want to do

when a man dies?

- Yeah? What?

- Put flowers on his grave.

As far as the eye could see...

smoke and flame reached

for the jet-black sky.

And in the light

thrown by this angry fire...

the young face of the dead copilot

could be seen...

his eyes still open, as though even

in death he could watch for the enemy.

Flight Lt. William Briggs, the pilot who

had spent so many summer holidays...

in the countryside he had just

smashed to pieces with his bombs...

stared silently ahead as he turned

the plane back for England.

I hope you don't mind.

Of course not.

That's one of the broadcasts I heard

when I was in London.

It was almost the last.

How many did he do altogether?

One a week from the time

the first bombers came over.

The ones I heard were very good.

I thought they were all good.

He wanted to turn some of them

into a book.

Occasionally, he would come home

and try and work on it...

but he never had enough time.

Have you ever thought

of doing anything with them?

Yes, I've thought about it...

but I don't really know

how to put them together.

Did he leave any notes

on how he wanted to do it?

No. He threw everything away.

I wonder if it would be a good idea...

to use the scripts

as part of a bigger story.

How do you mean?

Well...

almost his own story.

Tying one script to another...

with descriptions of the man

who wrote them...

his life here at home...

and then how different it became

during the war.

That's wonderful!

But you'll have to help me with it.

Brian was my guide through the days

and years of Mark's life before we met.

Through his eyes I saw the village

of St. Giles as Mark had known it.

I saw the people who lived there,

the people he had grown up with...

and I felt I knew them.

Here was his boyhood school...

where the man who had taught him

was now teaching his son.

It was becoming my village...

my people...

my life.

What was it Mark had said?

"All day long, you can hear

the sound of the gulls...

"and you set your watch

by the coming and going of the tides. "

Our time together

was short and hurried...

but now I was seeing his timeless world

of ocean and sky.

Even the joy of warm evenings

in front of the cottage fire was mine.

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