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Oh, we'd prefer two rooms.

Do you have two nice ones?

The best, sir. Be 214 and 216.

- Both facing the sea, sir. Will that be all right?

- That'll be fine, yes.

Will you please sign the register?

- Porter, 214, 216, second floor.

- Yes, sir.

Shall I open the bag, madam?

No, thank you. Just leave it there.

Sea air, sunshine, if you're lucky.

Clear view of the Germans

in Calais on a fine day.

What more can man desire?

- You tired?

- No, I'm all right.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Look here. If you've suddenly

changed your mind, why don't you say so?

- You're free to do whatever you like.

- You wanted me to come here.

Well, here I am!

So please stop asking me what I want to do.

What's happened?

You were happy enough on the train.

I know. L- I just didn't realize.

I'm sorry.

Liqueur brandy, sir?

- Liqueur brandy?

- No, thank you.

No, thank you.

You're not very full up just now, are you?

No, sir. We kept up very well this season

until the Germans took Calais.

If you'll excuse me, sir,

I'll turn on the news.

The loudspeaker's in the lounge...

but you can hear perfectly at this table.

Shall we have a walk, get some fresh air?

But don't you want

to listen to the news?

Can't we forget that

for one night?

This is the Herman-Foster's

program. Bruce Leighton speaking.

Here is the 9:
00 news. London.

The Air Ministry announces that at 6:30 this

evening a large formation of enemy aircraft...

was sighted over

the Thames Estuary.

Our fighters immediately-

I used to know a little place

at the back of the town.

It'll be more friendly than the hotel,

if you'd care to walk over.

No, I don't think so, Clive.

I feel rather tired.

I think I'll go back.

Prue?

Have you made up your mind about tomorrow?

You still want to leave?

Yes.

Come on. You can't stay here.

I'm right. I tell you, I'm right.

Come on. Don't you see?

There aren't any more.

That's no good.

Get out of there. Get out of there.

What are you waiting for?

It's no use. No, don't.

- Yes?

- Your bath's ready, sir.

Thank you.

- Was the water all right, madam?

- Fine, thanks.

Well, sir, they were over

Portsmouth again last night I hear.

I must say, we are very lucky.

Touch wood.

- Hot milk, sir?

- No, thank you.

Good morning, Clive.

Sorry. I had some shopping to do.

- Shopping?

- Mm-hmm. Oh, it's a lovely morning.

We've some very nice grilled mushrooms this

morning and the last of the Danish bacon.

Or perhaps you'd like

a nice Dover sole?

- No, nothing, thanks. I'd just like some coffee.

- Coffee, yes, madam.

I bought this for you.

- For me?

- Yes. Open it.

Go on. I thought perhaps

you'd-you'd like it.

Prue.

You looked so funny walking

down the passage...

in your little, shriveled up

overcoat and those bare legs.

I used to have one, you know.

I left it somewhere. I don't remember.

You shouldn't have troubled, Prue.

It wasn't any trouble.

Did you sleep well last night?

Yes, very. Did you?

- Quite, thanks.

- Telegram, sir.

- For me?

- Yes, sir.

- The bags are down, madam, at the porter's desk.

- Thank you.

More coffee?

Yes, please.

I told them to bring

the bags down.

Thanks.

I'm terribly sorry

about last night.

I understand.

No, you don't. The fact is, I-

I nearly ran into my Aunt Iris.

- Your what?

- Aunt Iris.

It's funny how romantic a thing like

this can be when nobody knows about it.

And then suddenly, how... sordid and

shabby it all seems when an aunt appears.

You mean you're leaving

just because of your Aunt Iris?

- Yes, I suppose so.

- Anything else, sir?

- No, thanks.

- Thank you, sir.

We've lots of time before the train goes,

and it's a lovely morning out.

Won't you show me that little place

you told me about last night?

Why, yes, of course, if you'd care to.

Well, well, well, well, well,

if it isn't Mr. Briggs.

Well, this is a surprise, sir.

- Mr. Ramsbottom, Miss Cathaway.

- How do you do, miss?

Miss Cathaway wanted to see

the Coach and Horses.

- It's lovely. Is it very old?

- Old, miss?

My great-grandfather was stable boy...

when Lord Nelson stopped here

one night on his way to Portsmouth.

Did you ever see a carp that size?

That's 38 pounds.

My father took that out of the Arun River

on his 82nd birthday...

the day before

Queen Victoria died.

- Really?

- Yes, he did indeed, miss.

- Hubert! Hubert.

- Yes, sir.

- Two places for Mr. Briggs.

- Yes, sir.

How about- How about a nice drop

of brown sherry before lunch?

Don't you think we ought to start back,

Clive? It's past 12:00.

There's still plenty of time. It's only

five minutes from here to the station.

I had hardly known you, Mr. Briggs.

You look so much better.

Seems no time at all since you were

here last. What's happened? Aren't-

Could you ring the Grand Hotel

and ask them to send our bags, please?

Certainly, sir. Aggy? Aggy?

Ring up the Grand Hotel and ask them

to send Mr. Briggs's bags over.

Right you are, sir.

The middle window table has got to their

cheese, sir. They'll be gone in about 15 minutes.

- Clive, don't you think we'd better go?

- Don't you worry, miss.

We're not going to have Mr. Briggs

waiting for any 15 minutes.

- You just come along with me. Aggy.

- Yes, sir.

- Is number two room been cleaned up yet?

- Yes, sir. I done it meself.

Good. This way, please.

You came on the right day,

Mr. Briggs.

- A nice Michaelmas goose with applesauce.

- Fine.

Cauliflower-

Coach and Horses's style.

Cheshire cheese and plum tart

with junket and a drop of cream.

- Cream in wartime?

- Shh!

What's that?

Just the lift, miss.

Every convenience for our guests.

It's quite a novelty. Goes from here

right down into the kitchen.

Mrs. Grubble. Two goose,

Cheshire cheese and plum tart for two.

Well, well, well, here we are.

Here's something that I hope

you haven't forgotten about, Mr. Briggs.

- Oh, the mulled special.

- The mulled special it is, sir.

Now how could I forget about that?

Just wait till you try this.

There.

Well, how is it, miss?

Strong. It's delicious.

Special to the house, miss. A secret formula

dating back to the old smuggling days.

Well, luncheon immediately. Aggy.

- Aggyl.

- To Mr. Ramsbottom.

- To Mr. Ramsbottom.

- Oh, he's perfect.

He might have come straight

out of a Dickens story.

Yes, that's where he

probably found himself.

I suppose he's just conforming to the

popular opinion of what he ought to be like.

We all do that in one way or another.

What's worrying you, Clive?

Me? Nothing.

You told me you slept well

last night, didn't you?

I did. Why?

- I heard talking in your

room and I wondered- - Talking?

- Yes.

- It was probably the man in the next room.

There wasn't any man

in the next room.

It's all right if you don't want to tell me,

but I- I know there's something.

There's nothing.

- Cigarette?

- Thank you.

What's the wire? Secret?

No. You can read it if you care to.

"Wangled 24 hours leave. Coming down

for binge. Monty. " Who's Monty?

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