I Was a Male War Bride Page #9

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You hold the baby, please.

- Well, I... No, no, I...

- I'll only be a minute.

But I don't know anything about...

Oh, my good... Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

Attention, please.

Ladies, please stop moving about

and stay where you are till I finish.

Ladies, you are now on

the first leg of your journey...

to the United States

as guests of the army.

Arrangements have been

made for your comfort...

in Bremerhaven

at the dependents'hotel.

You'll be able to get anything you need

at the P.X. There...

such as lipstick,

hair nets, garter belts...

foundation garments

and so forth.

Now, a lot of you have asked me about

the newest styles in the good old U.S.A.

- Well, hair's being worn shorter, close to the head.

- Oh.

Skirts are long, of course, and rather hippy

with that full-blown look.

The trend is to

the natural bustline and...

between us, girls,

looking around the room...

I don't think

any of you need to worry.

Now, if you'll just move out

in order, the buses are ready.

Happyjourney, ladies.

Uh...

- Well, he has to be here somewhere.

- I know.

- Oh, look. Oh, look!

- Oh, no. Oh, no.

- Ah, Henri, you look so maternal.

- What is that?

- A human fire extinguisher. You wanna try it?

- Oh, come on.

- Oh, he's cute. What's his name?

- Niagara.

- Henri, what a thing to do.

- Where's the mother?

- She went to get more water.

- She ought to get a plumber.

- Henri, you've got to get out of here.

- How can we when we still...

- There's the mother.

- Thank you so much. I'm sorry.

- Let's get going.

- Oh, darling.

Mr. Rochard! Mr. Rochard!

Your seat in the bus has been changed.

You're sitting with the driver.

Oh, no. I thought

I'd be able to sit with you.

You can't. Kitty and I

are flying to Bremerhaven.

- What?

- The whole outfit's going that way.

- Oh, no!

- I'll be there to meet you when you come in.

Will you try to arrange things so that

we can be together in Bremerhaven?

- I hope so, Henri. I'll try.

- Well, if you don't, I won't sit with the driver.

- You want me to carry that?

- No, thank you.

Oh. All right.

- Darling, was it bad?

- Oh, 30 women.

With the exception of you, dear, I may never

talk with another one again as long as I live.

- Poor Henri.

- Let's get away from here.

- Where are you staying? Where do we go?

- You don't, Henri.

- I don't? But you mean you couldn't fix it?

- They wouldn't hear of it.

I'm in building 11 across town,

and you stay here.

- But isn't there any chance?

- I've argued for an hour, darling.

Oh, well, I'm learning what it is

to be a soldier's wife.

I know, dear.

I feel the same way.

Tomorrow night on the boat,

everything will be different.

To make things worse,

I've gotta go now.

Come on, Kitty. I'll meet you

on the dock in the morning.

- Get a good night's sleep.

- That's all I've been getting.

- Hello, Henri. Good-bye, Henri.

- Hello. Good-bye.

Hello. Good-bye.

Put your name

and address on the list.

You understand there'll be

a little wait for transportation...

because we've got

a lot of people to attend to.

But if you'll just fill out that form and

bring it back here, I'll see if I can help.

I'm sorry, sir.

Visiting hours are over.

You can come and see

your wife tomorrow.

My wife will have to visit me

tomorrow. I am billeted here.

- You are?

- Yes.

But you can't... Lieutenant.

There must be some mistake.

No mistake. I am an alien spouse

of female military personnel...

en route to the United States

under public law 271 of the congress.

- Good grief.

- The manifest calls for 139 war brides...

126 children of war brides,

nine dogs of war brides...

three cats, two canaries,

one parrot...

- Oh, yes, here you are.

- Then me.

You must have been added later.

One war bride, male.

- Is that you?

- That's me.

- Well, now, there's a problem.

- Why?

- Because you can't stay here.

- I have to stay here.

- I am billeted here.

- Well, if you insist.

But we already have from three

to ten women in every room.

To say nothing of the dogs and cats.

I mean, you can't stay here.

I can't stay here, huh?

I think the place for you is the officers' billet

in the staging area.

- It won't be half as interesting.

- It's just down the street...

the third building on the left.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I suppose you wonder

what I want here.

Well, I will if you want me to.

I'm an alien spouse

of female military personnel...

en route to the United States

under public law 271 of the congress.

- Huh?

- I am a war bride.

No kiddin'.

That's interesting.

Would it interest you enough

to give me a bed?

- Oh, you can't sleep here, Mac.

- Why not?

- Are you an American officer?

- No.

That's why you can't sleep here.

You go to the dependents' hotel.

I have just come from

the dependents' hotel.

- You mean the one here in Bremerhaven?

- Mm-hmm.

I mean the one down

at the staging area.

I'm afraid I'm much too tired

to walk all that distance.

Well, suit yourself, Mac,

but you can't sleep here.

Uh, yeah. Well, there must be a bed

that isn't being used.

- You must have a bed. Where is it?

- Right across the street.

- Well, uh...

- My wife's in it, and you can't...

No, no, of course not.

Yes. Quite right. Naturally.

Well, it's...

Oh, brother.

- Right down this way.

- This is awfully kind of you, Sergeant.

I'm a private, mister, but you gotta sleep

somewhere, even if you ain't in the army.

You won't get into

any trouble, will you?

What are they gonna do,

bust a private to a civilian?

- This ain't the Ritz, but it ought to do.

- It's fine.

I'm grateful to find

a friend like you.

- Tell me, where do you live in the United States?

- Brooklyn.

- I'll look you up when I get there.

- Get a good sleep.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey!

- No, no, no, thank you.

- Wake up.

- No, no, no. Not now, thank you.

- What are you doin'here? =

Oh, I had a feeling.

I am an alien spouse

of female military personnel...

en route to the United States

under public law 271 of the congress.

Well, why aren't you

at the dependents' hotel?

I am writing a book about that.

You see, I'm not a woman.

That's too bad.

But I tell you one thing, friend...

- You can't sleep here.

- Can't sleep here.

You will note, I have not taken

off my clothes in anticipation of that.

- Where will I go?

- I don't know, but you...

- Can't sleep here.

- That's right.

We're agreed.

Where will I go?

Well, there's only one place left,

and that's a German hotel.

- But you're a dependent, aren't you?

- Mm-hmm.

And as a dependent,

you come under military law...

and all the German hotels

are out of bounds.

- Where will I go?

- I don't know, mister.

I'm sorry,

but there's an army rule.

- And you can't sleep here.

- Can't sleep here.

Beg your pardon.

- Where will you go?

- I don't know.

It's a shame.

Because if we was in Brooklyn...

you could've slept

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