Waterloo Bridge Page #5

- Of course, why?

- Well, it looks kind of private.

- I expect it's all right.

You know, it looks almost like a garden.

But, Roy, surely this is a garden.

Well, what's the difference if it is?

- Nobody will kick us out in wartime.

- I don't suppose.

Shall we sit down?

- Here?

- Yeah.

All right.

Myra...

...there's something

I want to talk to you about.

- Yeah, what?

- Well, you see...

...things aren't quite the same in wartime.

I mean, you do things in a,

you know, well...

...a less leisurely fashion.

You know what I mean?

No.

Well, what I mean is people

make up their minds more quickly.

And...

...l've made up my mind about something.

- Yeah, what?

- I've made up my mind that it'd be grand...

...if you'd marry me.

Well, Myra?

You just don't know

what you're talking about.

That's not an answer.

Please...

...don't look away from me.

Give me an answer.

No, I won't marry you, Roy.

Thank you.

I see.

- Myra, you're crying.

- Not really.

Are you unhappy?

A little.

Darling, you needn't be.

I could look after you.

I could make you happy,

I know I could.

- Could you, Roy?

- Sure.

Won't you change your mind?

Hello, Roy!

- Hello.

- Who's that?

- That's my sister.

- Who's that with her?

My mother and stepfather.

- Oh, Roy, how could you that? I'm going.

- L...

- Oh, no, Myra please.

- Please, let me go.

- Please, please, you gotta stay.

- No, no.

- Hello, darling.

- Hello, Mother.

- Good morning, Roy.

- Good morning, sir.

- This is Myra, that I told you about.

- How do you do?

- My sister, Janet.

- How do you do?

- My stepfather, Major Wetherby.

- What?

- Major Wetherby!

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- I'm so glad you let Roy bring you down.

Let's come along now.

Where's your luggage?

Oh, I haven't any luggage. I can't stay.

- She says she can't stay.

- Oh, nonsense.

Oh, that's too bad.

Roy said he was bringing you down

for several days.

- He shouldn't have. I never told him that.

- It's my fault.

She didn't know where she was coming.

I couldn't persuade her. I tricked her.

Oh, what a shame.

Roy, that's very naughty of you.

But now that you're here,

you must stay.

I've got everything you want.

We're about the same size.

That's right. Come on, let's go.

Did you have a pleasant ride coming down?

This place is no distance from town by car.

Of course, it was a different thing

in the old horse days...

...but then, cars and carriages

are very different things.

Very different. Old Plumsteed

often used to say the same thing.

Totally different things,

that's what I always say.

Extraordinary how few good people

understand that.

I had an argument with old Plumsteed

once on the very subject.

He took the point of view that

carriages are more comfortable...

...but cars were bigger. What?

Good piece it was too.

I remember it well.

I saw it twice, I think.

Well, what was it called?

- The Bing Boys.

- The what?

- The Bing Boys!

- Yes, something like that.

The fellow that was in it...

...what was his name?

- George Robey?

- George what?

- George Robey!

- Yes, I forget his name.

But he was a funny chap.

I remember he had comic eyebrows.

Do you remember his eyebrows?

I was always a bit interested in the stage.

That fellow, Irving.

What was the piece he used to play...

Oh, you wouldn't remember it,

it was before your time.

He played two parts.

He used to change his clothes

a whole lot of times.

By George, that was acting, that was.

Talking about acting reminds me, I had

a niece who wanted to go on the stage.

I don't think anything came of it, I think

she got married or something or other.

Well, you can't do everything,

as old Plumsteed used to say.

I suppose this business of acting

isn't so easy as it looks.

Some people can,

and some people can't, what?

Well, there's no need for me

to tell you that.

- Fortune.

- Thanks.

Well done, Fred,

I didn't know you were so active.

Jan, you need a baseball field,

not a tennis court.

I'll take you on afterwards.

We'll see how good you are.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm waiting to serve.

Sorry.

Janet used to be quite good.

The child's out of practice.

- Oh, yes.

- Forty-thirty. Good service, Jan.

- Were you ready, sir?

- No, I wasn't.

I'll have two more then.

Bad luck, very well tried.

- That's the game end, isn't it?

- I'm afraid it is.

That girl is too good for me.

You take her on, Roy.

- All right.

- Have a nice, cold drink.

- What?

- Lemonade.

Lemonade? No, that stuff's no good to me.

I'm gonna get a whiskey and soda.

You played very well, darling.

You deserved to win.

Well, I don't know so much.

I had the sun in my eyes most of the time.

- Do you play this silly game, my dear?

- No, I'm afraid not.

Well, you can't do everything, can you?

Some people do and some people don't,

as old Plumsteed used to say.

I'm just gonna have to have a cold bar.

Roy was talking to me about you

last night, Myra.

- Was he?

- He's very much in love with you.

Yeah, I suppose so.

He told me he wanted to marry you.

- Did you know that?

- Yeah, I know.

Would you like me to tell you

quite honestly what I said to him?

- Oh, I don't mind.

- I asked him not to.

I thought I'd like to tell you that

quite simply.

It seemed nicer for you.

- What did he say?

- He wouldn't listen to me.

Did you say anything about me

being a chorus girl?

I told him that you had both

led very different kinds of lives...

...that you might find

you hadn't much in common.

Why are you telling me all this?

Are you trying to ask me to give him up?

I just wanted you to know

what I felt about it.

After all, we know it's in both our minds.

It seems silly not to talk about it,

doesn't it?

I suppose so.

I want you to think about it

very carefully, Myra.

I will.

Has what I said made you unhappy?

No.

Oh, there's tea. Shall we go in?

Come in.

Oh, hello, Myra.

Haven't you gone to bed yet?

No.

It's rather a warm night, isn't it?

Do you want to talk to me

about something?

- Yes.

- Come and sit down.

No, I'm all right here.

I just wanted you to know...

...I could marry him if I wanted to.

I know, my dear.

Look...

...I just wanted you to know that.

Yes, I know, Myra.

You see, I happen to know

you're rather a fine girl.

Fine?

I'm not.

About things like that, my dear,

I never make mistakes.

I want to tell you something.

Something I couldn't tell Roy.

What is it, Myra?

I'm not a chorus girl at all.

I make my living...

I...

I picked Roy up on Waterloo Bridge.

Does Roy know that?

No.

You came and told me.

You see, I told you you're a fine girl.

But I could've married him if I wanted to.

I know, my dear.

Well, why don't you ask me not to?

I don't need to.

Do you love him?

Good morning, miss.

Good morning.

Do you take sugar and milk

in your tea, miss?

Yeah, one lump, please.

- Did you rest well, miss?

- Yes, thanks.

Shall I turn on your bath, miss?

Thanks.

A cold bath, miss?

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