Waterloo Bridge Page #3

- What do you say, will you come?

- No.

- Oh, Myra, why not?

- Can't. I gotta look for a job tomorrow.

Oh, gee. Isn't that tough?

I tell you what.

I'll come and see you

before I go in the morning.

- I won't be up.

- Well, I'll wait until you get up.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Good night, Myra.

- Good night, Roy.

Here!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Give me a penny, mister.

Oh, give me a penny, mister.

Thank you. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Hobley.

Good morning. What can I do for you?

- Is Miss Deauville in?

- Not in here. You hop it.

You're the young fellow

who's with her last night, aren't you?

- No, I'm afraid she isn't back yet.

- She's out shopping or something?

- Shopping is right.

- Perhaps I can go on up and wait.

Oh, it's nothing to do with me,

you'll find the door open.

Hello.

I didn't mean to intrude. Is Myra at home?

- Well, no. But she'll be here any a minute.

- Well, I won't disturb you then.

You're not disturbing me.

I just came in myself.

- Oh, you... You've just come in?

- Yes, l...

Was Myra expecting you?

Yes, I told her I'd pop along.

You see, I live in the next house.

But I'll be toddling back now.

But that roof doesn't look like

a very good place to do much toddling.

Oh, we come and go on it all the time.

If you wanna wait for Myra,

why don't you come in?

- You mind?

- Not at all.

Well, look the other way then.

Sure.

It's all right, you can look now.

Oh, what lovely flowers.

- Where did these come from?

- Oh, I brought those.

You did? Well, aren't they ducky.

- I sense you're a new friend of Myra's.

- Oh, yeah, we're friends.

- Just a wartime acquaintance?

- That's it.

- You a friend of Myra's too?

- Well, yes, why we're the best.

- She and I used to work together.

- You were in The Pink Lady too.

No, no. But we've been intimate

for ever so long.

Strange she hasn't mentioned you.

She has so few friends.

Well, to tell you the truth,

we only just met.

- This morning?

- No, last night.

You know, I hate to think of her

going through all this...

...air raids, bum food and...

I know. And she's such a little thing.

She doesn't seem to wanna talk

about her affairs.

- How does she get along?

- It's a constant struggle.

And she's so lonely.

Do you know that she hasn't got a single

soul that she can count on for help?

- And she does need it.

- You can tell that.

Of course, I'm devoted to her.

But then, I'm poverty-stricken myself.

You see my...

My dear husband is no more.

- I'm sorry.

- He was a soldier.

Young, handsome, full of hope.

Just like yourself.

He got his in the crater at Ypres.

Poor fellow.

But how about Mrs. Hobley?

She seems friendly.

Yeah, she seems friendly, all right.

But Mrs. Hobley's a proper whited

sepulcher, I'll give you my word.

What's she gonna do now?

Myra.

She doesn't seem to be crazy

about going back on-stage.

I should hope not.

The theater's no place

for a nice girl like her.

Guess it isn't a very pleasant atmosphere.

- Unless...

- Unless what?

Well, you know,

it's always been my hope...

...you might almost call it my dream...

...that someday, some nice young man

would come along and appreciate Myra.

You know, marry her.

Give her a home.

Protect her.

Guess there hasn't been

much chance of that here.

You've got it.

And that's just the danger that she is

face to face with at this very moment.

How do you mean danger?

Bad influences.

You have no idea

what London is like in wartime.

Why, the immorality here is ghastly.

I guess Myra can take care

of herself on that.

Then how can she,

when she's neglected and helpless?

And stony broke

and face to face with starvation.

Is she broke?

Her condition is senseless.

- Hello, dear.

- Hello.

I didn't know anybody was here.

I just popped over and found mister...

Your friend here.

- We've been having quite a jolly little chat.

- Yes, very.

Well, I'll...

...l'll leave you two now

and be toddling.

- Pleased to have met you.

- Bye.

- Cheerio, Canada.

- Goodbye.

- She been talking long?

- Only a few minutes.

I was afraid of missing you if it was any

later. My train leaves at a quarter to.

I brought you some flowers, Myra.

Oh, they're lovely.

But you shouldn't have.

Bet they cleaned you out for those.

Actually, I've got something else.

I went into that shop, Stag and Medals.

You got that pink dress?

Yeah, shall I open it?

No, I don't want it.

I don't want you to give me anything.

Myra, you don't have to pretend with me.

I know you're hard up.

- Gee, that girl was just telling me...

- She doesn't know anything about it.

She doesn't know about my private income.

You've got a private income?

- Certainly.

- Where does it come from?

- From my folks back home.

- They're rich?

- Sure.

- How much do they send you?

A couple of postage stamps

so you can write home.

Don't you insult my family.

They can take care of their daughter...

...wherever she is.

- I don't mean to be nasty...

...but if they send you money,

why do you live in this place?

- It isn't a million dollars a year.

- I know how much it is, Myra.

It isn't a darn cent.

You've just been lying to me...

...to keep me from helping.

- What business is it of yours?

I want to know.

Who gave you the right...

...to question me about my affairs?

- I gave myself the right.

- And how did you manage to do that?

- By loving you, that's how.

Roy...

...silly...

...you can't do that.

- Oh, can't I.

- No, I say you can't, it isn't possible.

- Why isn't it possible?

- Why can't I love you?

- It's wrong...

...it's all wrong.

- Why wrong?

- It doesn't fit in, you loving me.

- My dear...

...I wouldn't care if you were in a thousand

shows of the circus. I love you.

Yeah.

Wait until you get back,

then see how much you think about me.

- Are you thinking about your family?

- What?

Well, I mean... I mean

is it just because I'm a common private?

Yes, Roy.

That's one of the things I'm thinking about.

Why, I'd be ashamed

even to introduce you to my people...

...if they were living, which they aren't,

thank God.

And do you wanna know

why I'd be ashamed?

Because my mother and father

were a couple of drunken sots.

And they lived in East St. Louis,

an exclusive suburb.

That's where I came from.

I ran away and went on the stage because

I was scared to stay in my own home.

I was scared that they would

kill me when they were liquored.

That's how much aristocracy I am.

And you talk about me being lonely.

Me...

...with everything I've got.

That's it, Roy.

- You've got enough in your own life.

- Yes, but...

...what have you got, Myra?

What have you...?

No, I can take care of myself.

Myra...

...you said there was nobody else.

- There isn't.

- Did there used to be?

- I never loved anyone.

Then I'm not gonna stand here

and argue anymore about it.

Don't hold your head like that.

Look at me.

Oh, Roy.

Don't say anything more, sweetheart.

I know how it is.

You just didn't want me to get into this.

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