Love Letters

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What's the matter?

Let's stop this thing right now.

Don't tell me you've

fallen in love with her?

Roger, you're such a fool.

Of course, I am.

That's why I asked you

to write my love letters for me.

Lying my head off for you to a girl

I've never even seen.

It's not lying. I do love her.

Only I've never been able to put

fancy feelings into fancy words.

Of course. I've never had

any fancy feelings.

Did you ever have any honest ones?

Who me? What about you?

Why'd you agree to write

for me in the first place?

Because I was able to write to her

all the things I was never able

to say to any woman I know.

I always wanted to say them to someone.

This seemed the best way.

Writing to an unknown girl

who wouldn't care.

But Victoria cared.

Understood.

Well, what's wrong?

Give me her last letter.

Listen to this.

And see if you want to go on.

"Dear Roger,

I loved you long before I met you.

I always wanted to find a man who feel

and think and write the way you do.

The man who would look at life

not as a burden or a punishment.

But as a dream of beauty

which we can make real.

It is terrible waiting for you.

But finding you

was such a great miracle

that anything I suffer seems

only a small payment in return.

Come on, come on. Finish it.

Don't take it so seriously.

Roger, don't you realize what

these letters mean to Victoria?

- What does it mean to you?

- Nothing.

Then why worry?

You ought to feel proud.

You made her fall in love with me.

She's in love with these letters...

that you didn't write.

With my letters.

What is the difference?

She's in love with

a man who doesn't exist.

Oh, well.

I'll make a good substitute.

That's what you've always been!

A substitute. Strictly low-fat.

The food in this place is simply awful.

But the wine! Mmm.

Here. Have some.

Orvisto '27.

Thanks.

It's worth a trip to Italy.

Oh-oh. Dirty work, huh?

Roger up to his usual standards?

I never had any standards.

Hmm.

Hey hey.

Do you have to drink like a pig?

Don't you know the difference between

a rare vintage and a mug of beer?

He doesn't.

I never had any standards,

manners or taste.

- Bragging again?

- I am.

Senor Capitano.

Coming. See you later, fellas.

Thanks for the drink.

- Alan, what about it?

- What about what?

The letter from Victoria.

Come on. Finish it.

Roger, why don't you leave her alone?

Let her forget you.

This is for you.

I like something better occasionally.

Get it yourself.

I'm not gonna write anymore letters.

Come on, Alan.

I promise this'll be the last one.

We finish it for me?

You won't write her anymore letters?

I won't write her any more.

- Word of honor?

- Word of honor.

Tell me, do you write

this kind of stuff to Helen too?

No, I don't write to Helen very often.

- You're engaged to her, aren't you?

- Yes.

Then what's Victoria to you?

Call her...

A pinup girl of the spirit.

The spirit? Wait till you see her.

She's...

I don't wanna see her.

I don't wanna know who she is.

Or what she looks like. Anything.

There.

I never thought I'd sign my soul

with the name of Roger Morley.

Address, please.

The handwriting is your soul too.

To Victoria Remington...

Meadow Farm, Longreach...

Essex, England.

Oh, say. Add a line for me, will you?

What?

Tell her she'll see me

in person in a few days.

What?

Didn't I tell you?

They're sending me

back to England for special training.

No you didn't tell me.

I applied for transfer

to the paratroopers months ago.

I just got accepted.

Come on, write.

You want me to give your love

to Helen while I'm in England?

No. But you might call on my parents.

They'd appreciate it.

Right-o.

Roger, you go to England,

don't see Victoria.

That, my friend, is the first thing

I'll do on the first leave I get!

Why shouldn't I?

I'm afraid for both of you.

Besides, you gave me your word of honor.

Not to write to her.

I didn't promise not to see her.

Besides, honor is old-fashioned.

Well, I'm off to England... and Victoria.

Good luck, Roger. With the paratroops.

Real family resemblance, I'd say.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Quinton.

Your little boy is quite safe.

As safe as he'd be

in the old home parlor.

Only having a bit of a jollier time.

Morland, we've... we've just received

word that Alan was wounded in action.

Oh, I say, I'm sorry.

Not seriously I hope.

Critically.

Don't take it to hard.

They can't get old Alan down.

He'll pull through anything.

Do you know where he is?

He's in a hospital in Italy.

I was just writing to him as you came.

Mind if I add a postscript?

I've got some news that

will cheer him up.

This would be nice of you.

"Just dropped in on your parents,

"while on my honeymoon in London.

"Victoria and I got married yesterday.

"Having lovely time.

"Wish you were here. Roger Morland. ".

Your mother write such

a nice letter, Captain.

Captain Quinton?

Hmm.

I said your mother writes

such a nice letter.

Yes, doesn't she?

I haven't seen her in years.

I'm sure you'll see her soon.

As bad as that?

Oh, no.

I mean, you've earned leave.

At least a few weeks in England.

I'm glad they left enough to ship me.

Oh, that's not true, Captain.

And if you're sent back,

I'm sure it will be with a DSO.

He did say they were... married.

You don't look very happy, Captain.

I'm sure glad to be home in England?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

I have a surprise for you.

Your young lady is here to see you.

Victoria?

Miss Helen Wentworth.

Oh, yes.

And who is Victoria, may I ask?

Just a name

I don't know why I said it.

Aw, you should be more careful, Captain.

Right here, Miss Wentworth.

I must say, Alan.

It's as though we've never been parted.

Hello, Helen.

Isn't this splendid?

What, the hospital?

You know better than that.

I'm very proud of you.

All my friends are

waiting to hear your story.

They're really dreadfully envious...

Especially Madge Benton.

Do you remember Madge?

Her fiancee came back.

He hasn't got

anything like that to show for it.

Now tell me all about it.

There's really nothing to tell.

Why are you soldiers always so modest?

You know, I'm really very angry

with you, my dear.

Why?

You've been back for months.

And you haven't allowed me to visit you.

Didn't you want to see me?

Of course I wanted to see you, Helen.

It's just that I...

needed a little time.

What a funny thing to say.

As if I were a stranger.

And here I've waited

for this moment so impatiently.

It's been years, Alan.

Years of war.

But the war is over for you.

Over and done with.

You mustn't look back and get morbid.

You mustn't.

- Alan!

- Jim, when did you get here?

- Yesterday.

- Hello.

Miss Wentworth. Jim Connings.

How do you do, Lieutenant?

Jim and I were

in the same outfit overseas.

Oh, Lieutenant,

you must tell me about Alan.

I haven't been able to

get anything out of him.

What did he do?

And what was he decorated for?

Aw, nothing much.

But enough to win the DSO.

Our detachment

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