Arise, My Love Page #8

Ready, Augusta?

Let's drink to those two dizzy fools,

those show-offs with ideals.

Tilting at large windmills

with very small knitting needles.

Alright. Here's to Augusta Nash,

career woman, foreign correspondent,

news hawk, queen of headlines.

Goodbye, Augusta Nash,

career woman.

Here's to Thomas Fuller Martin,

crusader,

champion of the underdog,

avenger of the oppressed,

standard bearer of good causes.

Goodbye, Tom Martin, crusader!

Let's be merciless.

No life preservers thrown,

not even a thought.

I might've known. Every time I see

"The Magic Flute, something happens.

I have yet to get a peek

at the third act.

Last time, King Zog lost Albania

in the middle of the opening Aria!

What's come through about

this confounded boat?

There it is, Mr. Phillips.

It's a rehash of earlier news.

That's all, six lines?

- Six and a half.

- Why are you still sitting?

The first boat sunk in the war!

We've got to build a story.

Call the steamship company.

Find out how many passengers.

Describe the sinking boat,

describe the sea at night.

- Meet with the survivors in London.

- Yes, sir.

Compare it with the Lusitania.

I'm not happy.

I'm not happy at all.

- Where are the Hebrides?

- Off the coast of Ireland.

Get a line over here!

Here come some more boats!

Come on!

Tom! Tom!

- Tom!

- Here, give me a hand.

Tom!

Are these the last?

No. Some people were picked up

by two British destroyers.

Other lifeboats are coming in

down the beach near the village.

Gusto! Gusto!

Gusto!

Gusto Nash!

Gusto Nash! Gusto!

Augusta!

Augusta!

Darling!

- Darling, is it really you?

- Are you alright?

I am now. Oh, darling!

It's so good to feel you.

- You looked so little in the boat.

- Don't talk to me about that.

I wanted to jump out and swim back

to tell you you're a liar.

That was a low trick saying

you'd come, too.

- I'd have thrown you in.

- What happened to you?

I put to sea in a lifebelt.

I was in the water 40 minutes.

- Your eyes are bloodshot.

- From trying to see through the fog.

- We were flying all night.

- Flying?

Yes. Three seaplanes came.

One picked me up.

We flew around looking for

other survivors.

Those English flyers

really know their stuff.

We had a kid from New Zealand.

How he handled that 25 ton plane!

He set it down to choppy sea

to pick someone up two dozen times.

And that takes it out of you.

The last time, he fell forward,

laughing, crying...

- So you took over.

- I had to!

The first time I brought her down

I thought I'd split the bow!

- Mr. Martin!

- Yeah.

- Mr. Martin!

- Here!

Beg pardon, sir.

The Commander says it's alright.

- I'll be there in a minute.

- Yes, sir.

I was trying to tell you.

I asked if they could use me.

We're going after that submarine.

They spotted it.

- Swell.

- We'll get those babies!

It's a chance I wouldn't miss

for anything in the...

Gusto, I can't pass it up.

I'm here, they need me!

Please don't look at me like that.

- Like what?

- Like I'm walking out on you.

It'll only be a few days.

There are many boats going home.

Home! Who wants to go home?

You think I do?

Now that I've got a story,

a great exclusive?

No. Look at me.

You see the light in my eye?

I'm Augusta Nash again.

All I think of is where's

the telephone and the next story!

Yesterday we thought

we could throw two people overboard,

their ambitions, their big dreams...

God knew better.

- He threw us back after them.

- Yeah.

- I've never loved you so much.

- That's the best time to say goodbye.

Gusto! Gusto!

- Are we ready, sir?

- Yeah.

Let's go.

- Have you a telephone?

- Sure,

if you're going to tell people

you're alive, glory be to God!

- Where is it?

- Around here, Miss.

Just there.

Hello, operator.

I want to speak to Paris,

the Associated News.

Here's something.

The Athenia was launched

March 13, 1913;

13,000 tons,

torpedoes at 7:
13...

Send it through. To mark time

until we get one solid fact.

I can't see straight after a day

and night in a boiled shirt.

Telephone, Mr. Phillips.

- Important?

- It's Miss Nash.

- Who?

- Miss Augusta Nash.

You don't say...

Hello. Hello!

Miss Augusta Nash?

Delightful of you

to think of us again.

We thought you had

a case of amnesia.

You're not in Berlin, are you,

or with the army in Poland?

Where are you, Miss Nash?

In Ireland, Miss Nash?

How's the weather?

Will you listen to me?

I was on that boat!

A little boat trip.

How refreshing, Miss Nash.

The Athenia, Miss Na...

The Athenia!

Judas H. Iscariot,

why didn't you say so?

Gusto Nash was on the Athenia!

You sweetheart!

You darling!

I always knew you had

a nose for news! What a break!

Yes, wasn't it?

A break like this doesn't come

once in a thousand years.

- Put on the stenographers.

- Sure, darling.

- Get on the phones, you slugs!

- Let's go!

Bring back all the photos

you can get.

And come back as soon as possible.

There's a bonus waiting for you!

Okay, Gusto, give out, baby!

Everything you know.

After the first explosion,

a huge water spout

jumped 70 feet above ship,

came down over the lifeboats,

washing half away.

While the remaining lifeboats

were filled with women and children,

another shell carried away

the mainmast.

It was aimed at the wireless room,

but missed its mark.

Susie.

- Susie!

- Yes, Mr. Phillips.

Get me a bicarbonate of soda!

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

That flyer's outside.

Paris,

city of lights,

so gay,

so full of charm,

home of three lovely sisters:

libert, galit,

fraternit.

- What flyer?

- This flyer.

Hello, Phillips.

Quite a parade out there.

I hope when they get to the tomb

of the unknown soldier, he spits.

- Where did you blow from?

- I'm looking for Gusto Nash.

- Thought you were flying somewhere?

- I was sent to the showers.

Little souvenir of Norway.

They shot the plane from under me.

Rather, from under both of us.

Broken just above the elbow.

Not much use trying to men

the other guy.

His name was Sheppard.

Would you print a nice piece on him?

Something that would read

to a bunch of rabbits?

- Join me in a bicarbonate?

- No. Where's Gusto?

Listen,

get out of the occupied zone

before the Germans take inventory!

I'm taking the last refugee boat

from Bordeaux tomorrow.

Before I leave, I'd like to say

goodbye to Gusto,

- even if only for a moment.

- She's not here and you should go.

It's alright. I have a passport.

I'm an American tourist.

- Now, can I see her?

- You can't!

She's at German Headquarters

with the Official Press.

Nobody can get there,

nobody!

- Except a newspaper man.

- Exactly.

So, I'm a newspaper man.

- Who'll swallow that?

- They will,

when they see the credentials

you're going to write!

Come on, give me a press card.

You didn't fall on your elbow,

you fell on your head.

Gusto Nash is too busy to breathe.

You can't drop in on her

with flowers for a goodbye

when she's at Compiegne

covering the Armistice.

The Armistice!

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