My Name Is Julia Ross

Here, wipe your feet, will you?

And oblige me that

have to clean up after you.

Lodgers that can't pay their

rent coming and going all day...

popping in

and out of the house like flies.

And don't put your umbrella where

it'll make a puddle either.

I didn't take my

umbrella this morning.

Oh, shows you don't

know our London weather yet.

No, down in Sussex where I come from

it only rains every other day.

There's a letter for you on the table.

Nobody writes to me, it must be an ad.

That letter looks like

a wedding invitation to me.

Yes, that's what it looks like.

- Who's it from, Dennis Bruce?

- Yes, it's from Mr. Bruce.

When is it going to be?

It was yesterday.

You could knocked Mrs. Mackie and

me down with a feather when

he told us he was

leaving to get married.

He told me two months ago

when I first met him here.

He said he was engaged

to a girl in Edinburgh.

Oh, I expect Mrs. Mackie thought

that you'd make him forget about her.

That's ridiculous, I didn't even try

to make him forget her.

If you had, you wouldn't have to be

looking for work know, would you?

Or bother about the three weeks

rent you owe Mrs. Mackie.

She's beginning to get worried.

I've applied

to all the employment agencies,

I'll have a job soon.

Of course

if you aren't aiming too high.

I know plenty of places

you could get a job like mine.

But I suppose a fine lady like you

was trained for something better.

The doctor said I've got to

be careful for a few months.

My sister had her appendix out too.

She was scrubbing and

cleaning the very next week.

Doesn't it bother her now?

Nothing bothers her now, she's dead.

But it wasn't good honest work

that killed her.

Bertha, here's a new

agency I haven't been to.

"Secretaries wanted,

excellent positions available."

"Apply

at the Allison Employment Agency"

Secretaries! sitting and writing

all day, call that work?

If I go there right now

perhaps I'll get it.

I've got to get it.

Why did you come to London, Miss Ross?

A London doctor was recommended to me.

And you've quite recovered

from your operation now?

Oh quite, quite, I'm strong as an ox.

You don't look it.

- You live with your family?

- No, I have no family.

- No husband? No young man?

- No.

- You're sure?

- Of course I'm sure!

I ask these personal questions

because I've a very lucrative position

open to a young woman

with no family responsibilities.

No romantic attachments.

Mrs. Williamson-Hughes,

190 Henrick Square.

Mrs. Hughes has already had 3

secretaries from this office this year.

Just as she was getting

accustomed to each one,

the girl would leave her

because of a sick mother

or a sister to care for,

or a young man.

This time Mrs. Hughes wants

a girl who could definitely

promise to stay at least a year.

I'm sure I could, I have no ties

and no young man.

I'm absolutely alone.

Your references seem to be in order.

You just might suit Mrs. Hughes.

Well... there's no harm in trying.

I hope you're not lying

in order to get the job.

I need a job but Im not lying.

My parents are dead.

The closest relative I have

is an aunt in America.

Mrs. Hughes, I think I've found

an excellent girl for you.

May I send her

along for an interview?

Oh, you'll be driving

past here anyway.

Certainly.

I'll ask Miss Ross to remain

and you could interview her here.

Thank you.

I think we shall suit each other

very well indeed.

Don't you, miss Ross?

I'll certainly try, Mrs. Hughes.

Miss Ross seems to answer all our

requirements.

Doesn't she, son?

That's for you to decide, mother.

I think we'll consider

the matter settled.

That is if the salary is satisfactory.

Oh indeed, it's more than generous.

Then we'll expect you

to move in tonight.

Tonight?

I see no sense in dilly-dallying

once we've made up our mind. Do you?

The sooner you get settled the better.

I didn't know I was to live there.

Mrs. Hughes always makes her

secretaries very comfortable.

They all told me what

a lovely house you have, madam.

I'm sure we shall do our best

to make you happy with us.

Now, you run along, pack your things

and we'll expect you in this evening.

And...

just a little advance on your salary.

- Just to bite the bark.

- I really shouldn't.

Nonsense, my child, you take it

and go shopping this afternoon.

You're very kind, Mrs. Hughes.

Thank you, Miss Allison.

Good day, Mrs. Hughes.

Goodbye Miss Ross,

we'll see you this evening.

We live very quietly.

I expect

everyone in the house by 9 o'clock.

I shall try to be there

before then, Mrs. Hughes.

- Good, have a nice time shopping.

- Thank you, I will.

- She's perfect.

- There's even a small resemblance.

- You've done very well, Sparks.

- Thank you, madam.

Peters.

- Yes, Mrs. Hughes?

- Do you think she saw you?

- No ma'am.

- No, I know she didn't, Mrs. Hughes.

You see that you keep it that way,

especially at the house.

Well, we'd better hurry and

close up the agency now.

We shan't need it any longer.

Dennis.

Julia.

What are you doing here?

Well I was hanging up

my second best suit.

Where's your wife?

didn't you get married?

Well... Yes and no.

We took on the license and

sent out the announcements...

paid calls on all our

friends and relatives.

Somebody gave a linen shower

and I had a bachelor dinner and...

I guess by that time we were too

tired of each other to get married.

She didn't like it when

I kept calling her Julia.

Why'd you call her that?

Force of habit or something.

She wanted to know who Julia was.

I told her she'd be crazy about you.

I don't know why she would

get so upset about this, do you?

Well, yes, I do and no, I don't.

Julia, come out with me tonight and

help me figure out

why I'm not more upset.

I'd love to Dennis.

But not tonight.

Any other night but not tonight, I...

I've got a new job and I've just about

time enough to pack and get there.

I'm living on the place, you see.

- What kind of a job?

- Secretary to a Mrs. Hughes.

- And her son.

- Nursemaid to a child?

- No, he's about your age.

- Oh.

Well, I'll take you there,

where is it?

190 Henrick Square.

Oh but I don't think

you better take me there.

You see only this afternoon I told them

I had no family and

no young man.

Well, I'm not your young man.

Or am I?

I don't know.

Are you?

Bye, Dennis, I'll see you tomorrow night.

Friday, in the square at 7.30, right?

Right!

Mrs. Mackie,

Mrs. Mackie.

Mrs. M's gone to the cinema

Leaving me with the dirty dishes.

I'm leaving tonight Bertha.

This'll explain to Mrs. Mackie why I left.

I got a job with that new agency.

She can send a receipt to this address.

I've got to fly.

Goodbye and good luck, Bertha.

Thanks.

For nothing.

Thanks for something.

- Ah, good evening, Miss Ross.

- Good evening.

I'm the doorman tonight,

mother's gone to bed.

The maids have gone to the cinema and...

I hope you don't mind

my showing you to your room.

Not at all.

- Please, let me help you.

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