Arise, My Love Page #7

- Come on, let's get going.

Are you going to change?

I left the suit out for the train.

Thank you.

You are lucky to go back

on a boat like this.

You and Monsieur back to America.

I have a sister there,

she's a chambermaid

in the Waldorf-Astoria.

She married an American barber.

The letters she writes!

You can see peace in every word.

Beds have to be made every night.

Whiskers they grow

and must be shaved every day.

That's their life.

So simple.

So safe.

We in Europe,

we are sick.

We think we've cured one war

and it starts all over again.

But worse.

Our men have to die.

And their sons,

and their sons!

You are very lucky, Madame.

Good luck.

Conditions beyond our control

make it impossible for us

to bring you

the Cambridge Crew Trials.

- Any more news?

- No.

The world is falling apart and

my wife wants to hear the trials.

We have a boy up at Cambridge.

Slight youngster.

He hopes to be the coxswain.

- John. John!

- I can't get it.

Don't forget the sponge bag

and my two pipes.

Where'd you leave

the pivot tooth?

In the... on the...

Agnes, excuse me.

We interrupt this broadcast

for an important announcement

concerning all Americans

residing in France.

They're paging us Americans.

This is the Embassy in Paris

with instructions from Washington.

Due to the grave

international situation,

all American nationals in France

should return to American urgently.

For more information...

Panicky bunch there in Washington.

"Run, do not walk,

to the nearest exit!"

Yes.

I guess they have to do it

for the old men and lady tourists.

Don't you think it's foolish

to beat it now the race is on?

I suppose so.

Imagine being in Cleveland,

seeing the war from a newsreel

in the little Nemo Theater,

watching the bombers dive

and all you can do is hiss.

And you, reading war news

instead of writing it.

- That's for idiots, right?

- Yes.

We stay.

We won't turn back now.

We're not running because

we got sentimental for a day.

We make great gestures.

We're gallant and reckless!

We're the new lost generation.

You, flying 'til it happens,

'til they smash you to bits;

and I, writing and wri...

I wouldn't care

if I never wrote another word!

That's female and middleclass.

To think our lives are worth more.

- Gusto.

- Tom...

You laugh at little Nemo Theater

in Cleveland.

To me, it sounds like heaven.

Sorry, the le-de-France

is sold out.

Aquitania, sold out.

Washington, sold out.

We don't insist

on a private bath.

This is war. We'll be lucky

if they fit us in the boiler room.

I can give you these,

on a freighter from Lisbon.

Anything, just get started

before the cannons roar!

Don't panic.

We'll go somewhere

until the storm blows over.

Holland, for instance,

watching windmills.

Nothing left on the De Grace,

but some cots in the ladies lounge.

- That's okay by us.

- That's alright.

- The boat leaves at 4:00.

- Good.

- Plane in an hour.

- You won't be able to see Phillips.

It's okay. The harm's already done.

I'll send him my resignation.

Sure you want to take this boat?

It sounds crummy to me.

It's headed for American

that's all that matters!

When panic dies down in a week,

they'll be better.

Tom, it's this boat and today!

Aren't those tickets ready yet?

- I'm afraid she has the jitters.

- I understand. Here you are.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

Please! One at a time!

Gusto, you're as hysterical

as those old hens in there.

- Don't tell me you're afraid.

- I'm scared to death.

- The war's 1,000 miles away.

- Those headlines aren't,

nor the radio,

nor all those bugles blowing

Honey,

I'm not looking

and I'm not listening.

You're itching all over

like a reformed drunk

on Main Street on Saturday,

every bar beckoning

with a Scotch and soda.

- I've taken the pledge, sister.

- Hallelujah!

- Tom! Tom!

- Martin!

Shep! How are you?

Hello, Pinkie.

- Where have you been?

- I thought you were in Poland.

I started out that way,

but never quite made it.

Gusto.

- This is Miss Nash.

- How do you do?

I'd like you to meet

my wardrobe.

The blue one is Pink O'Connor

and the brown is Joe Sheppard.

How are you?

I take it the rabbits

came across seeing you here.

- Just like the Johnstown Flood!

- Look what comes this morning.

A cable from Ma with two tickets

on the New Amsterdam.

- Congratulations. Just in time.

- We're not going.

What do you mean?

- We'll trade them for a later sail.

- We'll go when we're ready.

You think we'll leave you here

to have all the fun

while we're back spraying bugs

in New Mexico?

You mean you changed your minds?

Did you think we were heels,

folding up now the show's on?

You can get in

the Royal Air Force now.

I wish the whole gang of 150

who started out where sill here.

Now that they're getting

real plans, we may have a chance.

We flew kites compared with

Hurricanes, Spitfires... 400 mph!

Let them come now.

We're ready for them!

I always wanted to bomb Hamburg

since I got sick from hamburger.

- Funny guy, Pink.

- Yes, I can see.

They may send us to Poland.

Imagine meeting in Warsaw?

Miss Nash will come as a mascot

or first aid, naturally.

One minute.

I want you to know something.

I'm the one folding up.

We just came out of there.

That ain't possible!

- Tom, who're you kidding?

- I'm not kidding.

- We're going back to marry.

- And settle down. In Cleveland.

Tom can get back

his commercial license

and I'll write for

"American Housewife",

a quiet life.

It's my fault.

I begged him not to break his neck.

I like it too much.

Alright boys, come on.

Tell me I'm a yellow-belly

and a big mouth, at that!

Who thinks you're yellow?

Did you hear what he said?

A guy that got the nerve

to get married?

That's more than Flash Gordon did.

You're the hero.

Don't worry. We'll give the Nazis

a special kiss for you.

- But first a kiss from the bride.

- Yes.

You bet!

- More along.

- Just a minute.

- Yes, sir.

- Goodbye, you lugs.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Call Ma. Tell her I'll be home soon.

- You bet.

If the girls at home knit sweaters,

I want one like Dorothy Lamour.

Okay.

All the time

we were talking to them,

I was saying your prayer:

"Arise, my love

and come away with me".

- Here you are, sir.

- We'd given you up for lost.

Sorry, but I had an argument

with the barman.

He said champagne and mint

don't mix well.

It's a secret formula.

- Shall I wait for the others?

- There are no others.

- I understood four glasses.

- That's right. Fill them up.

- That much mint, the rest champagne.

- Yes, Madame.

- Expecting a storm tonight?

- No, sir

Just a precautionary measure

for the night,

so the lights can't be seen.

The Admiral has ordered

a complete blackout.

There's not cause for alarm,

but we are at war.

So we've heard!

- Does this look correct?

- Fine.

- It's a sort of ceremony.

- Yes, sir.

- We'll throw some people overboard.

- Of course, sir.

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