Room At The Top Page #6

There were no lines then. Would you have loved me and wanted to marry me?

Yes. But I'll tell you something

What?

I like you the way you are now.

You'd like me much more when I was your age.

I've never known anyone like you.

Oh, I like to sleep with you, I mean truely sleep and wake up beside you in the morning.

How is the time, ohh...

Alice you're beautiful. I'd like to have a picture of you like that.

There is a picture of me in the nude somewhere.

You're joking.

No, there really is.

I was in the university at that time. And I met an artist at a party.

He wanted a model. I don't suppose it was even a good painting.

How often did you do this?

Only once.

Are you sure?

Ofcourse I'm sure. I don't tell lies, you know that.

You never told me. Why didn't you tell me?

Because I had forgotten about it.

Oh, darling you're the first. I didn't sleep with him if that's what you're thinking.

Why? Why did have to do it?

There are a millions of women a lot poorer than you in the world

who rather die than expose themselves for a few lousy rotten shillings.

Damn you to hell, I feel like, like to beat you black and blue.

What's it got to do with you?

It was long before I met you.

I must remember your beasty little provincial mind doesn't like nudity.

You stupid b*tch, it isn't that at all!

Don't you see that it's the idea of other people looking at you naked that I hate,

it's indecent, don't you see?

Oh, I understand now what makes men kill women like you.

Oh, you're very brave and very moral all of a sudden.

That's what you like, isn't it?

Leg show and Lingerie.

It's indecent for me to pose for an artist who sees me as an arrangement of lines and color

but it's perfectly ok for you to kiss me all over and lay for an hour just looking at me.

I suppose it gives you a thrill. A dirty little thrill. I suppose you see me as your own private

dirty postcard.

You can't imagine that a man could look at a naked woman without wanting to make love to her

Can you?

If you want to know, I can't.

Elsbeth isn't rich you know. You needn't drink all her gin.

Give that to her and tell her I broke the bottle.

To think I ever let you touch me.

Now listen, I own my own body and I'm not ashamed of it.

And I'm not ashamed of anything I've ever done.

If you'd mixed with intelligent people,

you wouldn't be glaring at me if I've had committed some crime.

Oh, some of the things you've told me about yourself, I can just see you in Dufton now.

Looking at nudes in magazines, drooling over them.

Saying you wouldn't mind having a quick bash, that's one of your urge, isn't it?

The (...) girl's calling them shameless whores.

Oh, shut up!

You make a great todo about your humble beginnings.

but you've never really been (...)

You've never gone hungry.

What do you think a POW gets to eat?

Hmm, even then you didn't starve.

There always been somebody to take care of old Joe.

Got extra, tell me yourself.

Because you got along so well with the guards.

Why didn't you have the guts to escape?

Like Jack Wales ?

Don't mention that swine's name to me.

It was allright for him to escape.

He had a rich father to look after him and buy him an education.

Those 3 years were the only chance I get to be qualified.

Let all those rich bastards who have all the fun, be heros.

Let them pay for their privileges.

If you want that straight from this soldier, I was bloody well pleased that I was captured.

I didn't like being a prisoner but it was a damn sigh better than being dead.

Come to that!

What did you do 50 years ago back in the Great War?

You want some tea?

I don't want anything.

It was good while it lasted.

I mean that.

I'm sorry that it had to end like this.

I'm sorry too.

Good bye, Alice.

Good bye.

(PARTY MUSIC PLAYING)

Ahh, Cinderella has arrived.

Charles...

Whiskey please.

Yeah, whiskey... Oh, it reminds me

(SPEAKING DRUNK)

Good evening, Susan.

I hope you had a nice holiday.

Hello Joe. Have you met my father and mother?

This is Mr. Lampton, mother.

- How do you do Mr.Lampton?

- How do you do?

I've seen you at the Town Hall, lad.

You know his worship the mayor and mayoress.

One of our bright young man in our treasures office.

Well, what are you drinking?

Scotch, please.

Make it a large one.

By the way, weren't you at M. Hall?

Yes, 551 squadron.

Oh, I had very good friend in that squadron

(PEOPLE SMALL TALK)

You come form Dufton, don't you?

It was Dufton, wasn't it?

Yes, sir.

Must be quite a change for you.

How is canon Jones? I haven't seen him in... must be (...) years,

oh, you know canon Jones, don't you?

No, I'm afraid, I don't.

Charming wife and terribly (...)

You know J.C.Brotherton, I'm sure of that.

I know him much in the same way as I know the Prime Minister.

My father used to work in one of his mills as an overlocker.

Now that's nice, don't you think?

I've noticed this orchestra, year after year, the older the piece the happier they are with it.

Well, speaking of Dufton, an extraordinary chap there, Jack C.

Checking his money around allright he's well on his way to Knighthood.

And drove his father to a meeting last month, he's got a large Mercedes.

Father said he drove like a maniac.

You know him don't you?

I don't know any tally man.

I don't follow you old man.

A tally man is... well he sells clothes on credit,

money lending at fantastic hight interest rates.

It's business.

You wouldn't refuse the profits, would you?

It's dirty business.

Henry are you aware of it or not but this is our dance, good night Mr. Lampton.

Well I'll see if you're gonna risk it with me.

Come on Sue. See you later, sergeant.

Don't worry about the way the world runs, lad.

Enjoy it, while you're young.

Hmm...

Joe, if you are free I coud see you the dance after next.

Joe, why didn't you write?

You didn't write either. Only postcards.

I was waiting for you to write.

A girl can't write first. She can't if she has any pride.

Why did you go away without letting me know?

I had to, they sent me away.

Don't you believe me?

Oh, I believe you.

But that's why I didn't write.

Because I knew how hopeless it was.

Why?

You know it's hopeless Susan.

Tell me Joe, please.

Well you saw them there, when I met your parents, the way they were needling me

and you couldn't do anything about it.

I wanted to, really I did.

One day they will say you mustn't see that vulgar person again.

They wouldn't dare.

I won't ever let them come between us.

It's useless Susan. You know it is.

Let me kiss you.

Just this once.

Don't you care about me?

Maybe, it's because I care too much.

I love you Joe, I love you.

I love you too.

Do you really?

Oh, Joe how much?

Very much.

No!

I'm sorry Joe, really I am.

Gosh I'm hot!

You shouldn't be hot. You've nothing on.

Is that better?

Is that what prim Joe wants?

No, that's not what Joe wants.

You know what Joe wants.

It's what all the Joe's want.

Oh, Joe.

You know sometimes when you kiss me, I feel as if you're not really here.

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