Another Time Another Place - War 1958 English
This is Mark Trevor reporting
from the site of the unexploded rocket bomb.
100 yards from here,
the sappers are digging
down to the V-2's exploding mechanism,
which, only an hour ago,
struck down from the London sky.
This is the first V-2 to land without detonating.
You can hear the sappers reporting their progress.
We're nearly to the warhead.
The dirt's coming away.
We'll have to take it easy for a bit.
The bomb might shift suddenly.
The sappers know that in a small chamber
behind the warhead of the v-2
is the Sterg unit.
The Wires leading from this mechanism
to the firing bridge
will be cut to prevent explosion.
How's it coming through, Alan?
Oh, fine.
Thank you, miss.
Sorry, miss.
I can't let you through.
There's a bomb out there.
I want to get over that barricade.
Can't do it.
Your paper doesn't want you getting killed for a story.
It practically demands it.
Well, it's your risk.
Thanks.
We've uncovered the hinged panel
which we shall have to open
before I can get to the Sterg unit.
I thought the angels came after the explosion.
Thank you, sergeant,
but I'm from the New York standard,
and that's hardly heaven.
Will this take long?
Well, it's a delicate job.
If you're still here,
we'll have morning tea together.
I take two sugars.
I'd take a couple of jumps out of here.
There's no telling when that thing will go up.
Ah, it looks so peaceful.
Gone to bed. Do not disturb.
What are you doing here, miss Scott?
Same thing you are, Mr. Trevor.
Getting a story.
You realize that can blow up any second?
That's the story.
Blast! Rain's just what we need.
I want to talk to you.
Call me when they get to the warhead.
Right.
Hello.
I told you not to come.
This rain will make it twice as dangerous.
It would be cozier in my flat.
You'll catch cold, sneeze,
and shake that bomb.
The sergeant said we could be here until morning.
It'll be the longest we've been together in three weeks.
We might even get killed together.
Doesn't that frighten you?
The day I met you,
I knew I'd spend my life with you,
no matter how short it is.
Does that frighten you?
No.
Just as they expected.
They cleared the head,
then it slipped another foot.
Can't we wait till the rain lets up?
This job's a-1. That means do it now.
Now.
It's all yours, sir.
Right. You'd better get out of it.
We've opened the panel
at the back of the warhead.
There are all kinds of electrical gadgets,
and I can see the Sterg unit.
The sapper could be electrocuted,
working with Wires in the rain.
That's right.
Right.
Let's have a go at it.
Whoo, you're all wet.
I've heard that before.
When?
You may recall standing on the dock
waiting for an air-sea rescue launch coming in,
but it hit a mine.
No casualties, only men swimming ashore,
one of them being me.
You looked so funny.
I'm sure I did,
with half my clothes blown off.
You just laughed,
and said, you're all wet.
It was your angry expression.
It's crazy, isn't it?
You spend your life looking for love
in all the proper places,
among all the proper people,
and then there's a war,
and you find what you were looking for just...
Swimming around in the ocean.
Half drowned.
You didn't help any,
asking what it was like to be rescued
after coming back from rescuing somebody else.
You must have hated me.
Professional jealousy.
I went out for a story,
and you got the scoop.
Most important, I got you.
For which I'm eternally grateful.
Mark, he's going to cut the Wires now.
There's a double core cable
running fore and aft.
The cable is insulated.
I'm having to cut the insulations
so I can separate the four Wires.
Then I'll have to cut each wire separately.
Ah, now...
I've cut the insulation.
Here comes the tricky bit.
The sapper is now going to cut the Wires.
1...
2...
3...
One more.
4.
Now, that's it.
I'd better try that again sometime.
I'm not quite sure I got the hang of it.
[RING]
Hello?
Sara?
Hello?
Sara, this is Jake.
Hello?
Sara.
[CLICK]
How long before they call back?
They may not.
No one's that lucky.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Why are you looking at me like that?
I was thinking about how well I know you...
And yet how little.
What is there to know?
Except that I love you.
I want to know everything...
Where you were born, where you grew up.
I was born in a village called St. Giles.
In Cornwall.
I grew up there. That's all.
That's only the beginning.
Tell me about it.
I'd rather...
Please, Mark.
Tell me.
St. Giles...
It's a place about the size of my hand.
I like small places.
I was born in a town like that.
All day, you hear the lonely sound of the gulls.
You can set your watch
by the coming and going of the tides.
What did you do there?
I went to school, got older,
and went to work for the BBC.
When the war started,
I tried to go into the army,
but they insisted I'd be more useful with a microphone.
You've just jumped a dozen years.
The ones in Cornwall?
Uh-huh.
They weren't very exciting.
I worked on fishing boats,
studied at night, and lived in a cottage.
Oh, take me there.
I want to see all the places you loved,
meet all the people you knew.
You'd be bored.
No, I wouldn't be.
Mark, never let me go.
Never.
Do you know how much I love you?
I know.
Only half.
I still have worlds of love to show you.
I love you more than I've ever loved anything.
Tell me again.
You're a greedy woman, Sara.
Oh, yes.
Mark.
There's something I haven't told you before.
What?
[Turns off music]
About my boss...
Carter Reynolds.
I've worked for him a long time...
Almost 10 years.
When I left New York, he...
He asked me to marry him.
I see.
It wasn't the first time he'd asked me.
But this time you said yes.
Out of gratitude...
For so many things he's done for me.
Things I'll tell you about one day.
But now I want to tell him...
That I've found you, Mark.
Sara, look...
Oh, just tell me one thing,
that we'll always be together.
Tell me.
Yes. Always.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[RING]
How long can you listen without answering?
You'll give in first.
[RING]
Oh, it sounds anxious.
Weakening?
[RING]
Ah, it must be Jake.
I should get down to the office.
I'll take you down.
Kiss me first.
See you tonight.
Yes, darling. Goodbye.
Jonesy.
Hello, miss Scott.
What are you still doing here?
You should have gone home hours ago.
I-I've had a telegram, miss Scott...
About my boy, the one in the army.
Oh, Jonesy, he isn't...
Is there, uh, anything you'd like me to do?
Filing or typing?
I'll give you some stuff I did this afternoon.
Hello, Nancy.
Hello, miss Scott.
Four copies, and I want them clear.
Yes, miss Scott.
I'm so sorry, Jonesy.
Uh, four copies, clear.
I'll do them right away.
Haven't you finished yet?
Just this second.
Why are you sitting around
with what's happening in there?
Oh, darn, I forgot.
Forgot?
You say that without shame?
I'll be right with you.
Pair of kings.
Fold.
Well, what's the top?
Sky's the limit... a shilling.
That's not a very high sky.
Just play.
You're happy.
We're sitting here knocking ourselves out,
and you're somewhere kibitzing with a bomb.
Ante sixpence.
Anything wild?
Just the losers.
Anything new?
I'll take three.
Two.
She's got three of a kind.
Suffer.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Yeah.
Sara.
Oh?
I bet a shilling.
Yes.
Somebody fell from a plane,
wants Sara to catch him.
Oh, that's wonderful, Jonesy.
Thanks.
The butcher's promised my housekeeper
two chops.
Those butchers... full of promises.
What time you eating?
9:00.
Better make it 8:00.
I'll call.
Full house, kings and 4s.
Why 8:00?
You've got to be at the airport at 9:30.
Sorry. I have a date.
The boss is flying in.
Well, he can't be.
Why not? He can afford it.
Shouldn't happen to a dog.
Wasn't he at Regensburg with Patton's army?
He was.
Now he's in a plane coming here.
I've had it. Count me out.
She plays one hand and collapses.
Sorry. Tomorrow night.
Yeah, count me out, too,
and keep away from my money.
Aw. Ohh.
When the boss flies in,
he expects his slaves to be there.
I have a date.
With Mark.
Yes.
So I'll see Reynolds here.
You'll see him at the airport.
Sara, what's the difference?
You've got to tell him.
I know.
I'm just being cowardly, Jake.
What do you think he'll do
when I tell him I'm going to marry Mark?
You're what?
That's right.
When did this happen?
Well, I almost asked him tonight.
I think maybe I won't go to the airport either.
He'll understand.
Reynolds?
He's strung people up by their thumbs for a lot less.
You're a great help.
Well, you asked me.
I'll be seeing you.
Only today I said to Mr. bunker
when I listen to Mr. Trevor's broadcasts,
they affect me so I could burst out crying.
That's nothing to be ashamed of.
Sometimes even Mr. Trevor bursts out crying.
Very funny.
Thank you, Mrs. bunker.
Not at all, I'm sure.
It's 9:00, miss Scott.
Thanks for reminding me.
Sorry. I have to run.
Just a minute?
I can't.
I'll change quickly, then we'll have coffee together.
Oh, don't look so glum.
Ready for coffee, Mrs. B.
Yes, miss Scott.
Here's your coffee, Mr. Trevor.
If you don't mind my saying so, sir,
you look ever so tired.
I am a bit.
Ah, well. Never mind.
The war will soon be over,
and then we'll all have a nice long rest.
Mark, I'm going to have to miss your broadcast.
You won't be missing a thing.
You know you shouldn't talk about your work that way.
That's my privilege.
You're sure you have to go to the airport?
Ha.
When the boss flies in,
the whole office goes.
Besides, I'm telling him.
What?
About us...
And how disgustingly happy I am.
He'll throw me a few fiery glances
and whittle away with his sarcasm,
but I'm ready for him.
In fact, I'm even dressing up for it.
I've got to meet a trainload
of returning prisoners of war.
Oh? Can't you come back later?
No.
I won't be coming back.
When the war is over,
we'll take a holiday together.
We'll drive to Spain and rent a villa by the sea,
and every morning, I'll wake you up
and drag you into the water.
Did you say you're not coming back tonight?
Yes.
Oh.
Would it be that late?
Sara, come sit for a minute.
Oh, I haven't time.
It's important.
All right.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Oh, that's probably Jake.
Hello?
Yes, Jake, I'm still here.
Actually I'm in the tub,
and I won't be ready for hours.
Ok.
Just wishful thinking.
You'll pick me up? I'll be ready.
Sara.
I can't come back tonight or any other night.
Well, if that's a joke...
I'm married.
My wife's in Cornwall with my son Brian.
I don't believe it.
Anything more before I go, miss Scott?
Uh... No. No thank you, Mrs. bunker.
Very well. I'll say good night.
Good night, Mr. Trevor.
I'll be listening to you on the wireless.
[DOOR CLOSES]
It can't be true.
I got no excuses, Sara.
None.
Why didn't you tell me?
I said I've no excuses...
Unless being in love with you is an excuse.
I couldn't make myself say it.
I didn't want to lose you.
Hmm.
And here I was going to the airport
to tell Carter that I...
I've thought about this until I felt I'd break apart.
Every time I saw you,
I knew I'd have to tell you.
Oh, Mark.
Mark, what are we going to do?
I don't know.
I don't want to hurt you, Sara.
I know, darling.
And I don't want to hurt my wife and child.
What can I say?
Do you still love her?
I don't know.
You don't know?
But you can make love to me.
You can say...
Every word I said to you was true.
Oh, that's funny, Mark. That's very funny.
I don't expect understanding.
No. Don't expect it.
Just tell me to go.
Why, to make it easy for you?
It won't be easy.
When you decide what you want to do,
you let me know.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
Sara ready?
In a minute.
She used to be everywhere before anything happened.
Suddenly she's always late.
Come on, Sara. Snap it up.
How goes it, Mark boy?
Couldn't be better, Jake.
Glad to hear it.
How are we for time, Jake?
Lousy.
Drop you off at your hotel?
Thanks, but someone's coming by for me.
Yeah.
Goodbye, Mark.
Goodbye.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
That guy Mark...
What about him?
I like the way he looks at you,
like he's waiting for something to happen
so he can save you.
How long since you've seen the boss?
Not since I've been in Europe.
I saw him about four weeks ago.
He was passing through
on a flight to India.
He mentioned your name.
What did he say?
He said, if you see Sara,
tell her if she doesn't get run over by a tank in Africa,
I'll raise her salary.
He said all that?
Every last word.
Somebody must have held him down
to keep him still that long.
Let me in on it, Sara. What's happened?
You can tell the boss I want that raise...
Only the tank that ran over me was...
Right here in London.
Nothing.
It's never going to come in.
It won't get here quicker
because you're nervous.
More coffee?
No, thanks.
Got it figured, what you're telling Reynolds?
I thought I had.
Why don't you smoke a cigarette
while you're waiting?
Hold it.
More than one's coming in.
I'll see if it's him.
What are you doing in London, Mr. Reynolds?
Catching the next plane.
To where?
Paris.
Think the war's over soon?
When's your birthday, son?
In a few weeks.
We'll celebrate it in Berlin with general Patton.
Dispatches are too close to the line.
Where's Sara?
Inside.
Hello.
What did your fine Presbyterian upbringing
teach you, Sara?
Turn the other cheek.
How are you, Carter?
How's New York and old Finlay and Mike?
Fine. Fine.
I've been working like a fiend.
Yes. Your column's been improving.
It's wonderful to see you again.
You've never looked better.
Ready, boss.
Like old times, catching you between planes.
Patton's striking south along the Bohmer Wald.
He's got arm our and infantry
immediately above Regensburg.
You talked?
We spoke.
How was he?
Happy.
When is he meeting the Russians?
He's in radio contact. Should be any day.
Any word as to when marshal Zhukov
closes in on Berlin?
The Russians tell nobody,
including Ike and the president.
How many miles a day are they advancing?
They're advancing 40 to 50 miles a day.
How much fight is left in the Germans?
They're surrendering by the thousands.
What's happening in Paris?
I'm talking to McClelland about reorganizing.
Then I'm heading for San Francisco.
That's the spot to watch.
A new league of nations?
Why not, because the first one failed?
By nature, I'm a pessimist.
I'll hold a buck up to the light.
This time I think it'll work. It's got to.
Why does it have to work?
Who's sitting at the conference table?
The same old people?
This paper will stand for the necessity
of the conferences to work.
We'll slap them when they're off track
and applaud when they run straight.
There's been enough slaughter.
A dead man in the mud
is no answer to peace.
That's all for now. I'll be back tomorrow.
Get everybody together
for a conference tomorrow afternoon.
And, uh, I want to talk to you.
All right, Jake. What's going on?
We're keeping the place running.
I mean about Sara.
She's getting a little tired, like the rest of us.
Look, Mr. Reynolds, I just work here.
Below was a new wilderness,
the wilderness created by the bombing.
As far as the eye could see,
smoke and flame reached for the jet-black sky...
still watch for the enemy.
Flight lieutenant William Briggs...
A month ago, you stopped keeping me informed about her.
Is that the reason?
This has nothing to do with my job.
Oh, but it does.
What's his name?
Mark Trevor.
He's a reporter for the BBC.
We'll talk on the way to the airport.
Another broadcast
in the series of observations of the war
written, narrated, and produced by Mark...
[click]
[DOOR CLOSES]
That sounded like a good broadcast.
I didn't catch the man's name.
Mark Trevor.
His stuff might make a good column.
Where can I contact him?
You needn't check on me, Carter.
I'll tell you everything. I'll even introduce you.
How long have you known him?
Almost a month.
How well have you known him?
Very well.
I'll re-read your letters.
Maybe I missed something.
I was going to tell you tonight.
Why didn't you?
You think you could let me in on the latest now?
I wanted to marry him.
Well, outside of the fact
you were going to marry me,
what's stopping you?
His wife and son.
Give me a cigarette, please.
How long have you known that?
I found out about it a couple of hours ago.
You've had a big night.
That's right. A big night.
Get some things. I'll take you to Paris.
No, Carter.
Why not?
Isn't he married? He just said goodbye.
You're free to travel.
I can't make any decisions now.
I'm making one for you.
I'm ordering you.
You still work for me.
Well, I just quit.
I'm finished, you hear?
That doesn't change your contract.
I'm holding you to it.
He loves me, Carter. Don't you understand?
He loves his wife, too.
You want back into the ring
to really get hurt?
I need time.
He's going to help?
Yes.
He said that?
I feel it.
I'd get it in writing.
You know I'm right, baby.
Come to Paris.
I can't go anywhere.
I'll get you when I return.
We'll head for New York together.
What do you say?
What can I say?
A simple yes will do fine.
You really think I'm kidding myself?
I know you are.
Sure. I'm just looking for a beating.
You're right, Carter.
I should know better, only...
Car's waiting.
I'll be right there.
I'll be back tomorrow at 4:00.
I'll be packed.
Travel light. We'll move fast.
What have you got?
So far, nothing but a headache.
Take an aspirin. You've got half an hour.
There.
Is it good?
It's terrible.
Give me more time. I'll make it worse.
What's with you?
Sorry. I just couldn't get going.
If it's not up to par...
No. I think it'll get by.
How are you feeling, Jonesy?
I feel a bit hollow, miss Scott.
But I'm all right.
Good night.
Come over for a drink?
I don't think so.
About Sara...
Forget it.
It's tough.
Yes.
What time tomorrow morning?
I'm going to sleep till 9:00...
Unless the building falls in.
Good night.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Sara?
Alan here. The building just fell in.
The Germans have surrendered in Italy.
What?
Where are you now?
Back at the office.
They've accepted all the allied demands unconditionally.
What's our job?
We fly to Paris in three hours, then to Rome.
I'll pick you up at 6:00.
I'll be ready.
Can I help you?
Sloane-3718, please.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[RING]
Would you call Mr. Trevor for me, please?
Tell him Mr. Thompson's waiting.
I'll do it right away.
Hello, Sara.
Where's Mark?
Coming down.
He told me that you'd both decided to call it quits.
I didn't know you were concerned.
I've been their friend for a long time.
If you were concerned,
why didn't you tell me he was married?
I should have, but...
Sara.
Oh, darling.
I tried to stay away.
I did everything I could.
I've been ringing you.
I don't want you to leave me.
We'll find a way out of this.
Tell me you feel the same, please.
Yes. We'll find a way out.
How about shoving off?
Where are you going?
The Germans have surrendered in Italy.
We're flying to Paris, from there to Rome.
Let them send someone else.
Darling, I have to go.
But what about us?
We've got to move, Mark. Goodbye, Sara.
Just remember this... I love you.
You will come back to me, won't you, Mark?
I promise.
Don't catch cold.
Just catch my broadcast.
Tomorrow morning at 11:00.
From Paris.
Shall I make you more toast, miss Scott?
No, that's plenty, thanks.
I had a terrible night.
I dreamt I lost me ration books.
There was me and Mr. bunker wasting away.
That was a nightmare.
It was.
I think I'll go and do me kitchen now.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
I'll get it, Mrs. bunker.
Carter, what are you doing back so soon?
I finished my business quicker than I thought.
I caught an early plane.
You're just in time for coffee.
Sit down.
I have a lot to tell you, Carter.
I saw Mark before he left for Paris.
Sara...
Please don't be angry,
but I'm not going to New York.
We're going to work it out.
Miss Scott, it's 11:00.
That's Mark's broadcast.
No, wait.
I don't want to miss it.
I didn't finish my work in Paris.
I flew back to tell you.
This is the BBC home service.
We regret to announce that the broadcast
originally intended for this time
has been cancel led
owing to the tragic death
of our reporter Mr. Mark Trevor.
Mr. Trevor was one of a number killed
in an air crash
at Le bourget early this morning.
No.
It's a mistake.
No, no, no! It's a mistake!
A list of other victims of the crash
will be broadcast later in the day.
There will now be a short interlude.
Carter, you've always told me,
check and recheck a story.
I've checked and rechecked.
The story's gone to press.
How is she, doctor?
Better, but not well.
She's been here six weeks.
That's a short time in this case.
Grief does different things to different people.
In miss Scott's mind, she knows he's dead.
But emotionally, to her,
his death is like a bad dream
from which she will awaken.
However, there's a more immediate problem.
What's that?
She insists on leaving.
I've prevailed on her to stay another week.
But after that, I can't keep her here.
Did she tell you what she'd like to do?
No, just that she wants to go back to work.
Can she travel alone?
Yes, I think so.
May I see her?
Of course. Come along.
Hello, Sara.
Hello.
I understand you're ready to leave.
At the end of the week.
Good girl.
What's my next assignment, Carter?
Getting on a ship for home.
I...
I thought I'd stay in London a while.
We need you in New York.
I'd take you, but I'm leaving tonight.
There's a ship going from Plymouth Saturday.
I'll have Jake put you on it.
Plymouth?
You'll have nothing to do on board
but eat, sleep, and get rested.
Sara.
Sara, I know how tough it's been on you,
but that's all finished now.
Do you understand that?
Yes.
Mark is dead.
When somebody dies,
you have to pick yourself up and get going again fast.
I know.
Because if you don't,
you can make a lot of trouble for yourself.
What do you say?
I'll do my best.
I'll give you all the help I can.
I love you, Sara.
I'll be waiting for you.
Is it a deal? Saturday from Plymouth?
It's a deal.
Take care of yourself.
I'll see you in New York.
Hi.
Ready to go?
All packed.
I got a nice slow ship with a big bar.
I wish I could offer you a drink now.
Who taught you to pack?
You should leave a bottle out.
I can give you a cigarette, American, and coffee.
I'm fine. You're not sailing till tomorrow.
We can spend the evening together.
I'll tell you about beating up my dad as a kid.
Sorry, Jake, but I'm leaving today.
I don't want to face the boat train crowd.
I'll sleep in Plymouth and board in the morning.
I'm supposed to keep you in chains till they ship anchor.
I'm as good as gone.
From now on, I'll take care of myself.
Ok.
I'm flying out myself tomorrow
for a briefing in New York.
Next stop... Japan.
So... Goodbye.
And thanks.
I waited for hours in the queue
for these tickets, miss Scott.
It was just like old times,
seeing all them people
buying tickets for the seaside.
Me and my husband spent holidays in Cornwall.
Here they are, miss Scott.
I think there's still stuff in the fridge,
if you'd like it.
Oh, thanks, miss Scott.
So long, Jake.
Cornwall.
Seems like I heard about that place somewhere before.
Isn't that down in the west of England?
Mind your own business.
Didn't we know a guy who lived down there?
So what?
What are you doing?
I just want to see his house.
Sure. That ticket to Cornwall
is like buying a round trip to the hospital.
When I found out how near Plymouth was to St. Giles...
You thought you'd drop down and get into real trouble.
Jake, hang it up.
Do me a favor, sweetie. Don't go.
Aren't you going to be late?
Sara, please...
I just want to see the town he was born in.
Just one look, Sara. Then get out of there.
All the boarding houses is full up.
Every train from London brings more.
We'll going to get the boats out for shark fishing.
Remember that whopper we caught...
Mr. James.
Good afternoon, madam.
Are you the manager?
That's right.
I'd like a room for tonight.
I'm sorry. We're full up.
You haven't anything?
It's been so long
since people could visit this part of the coast,
that we're completely booked.
Is there a train back to Plymouth tonight?
Yes, there's the 8:57.
May I leave my bag and coat here?
Certainly, madam. I'll put them in my office.
How do I find the old part of town?
Turn right and straight up Tregenna Hill.
Tregenna Hill.
Across the quay and straight up.
Thank you. I'll find it.
Hello.
I've never seen you before.
Are you a tourist?
Yes, I guess I am.
My mother says tourists grow in the summer.
She's right.
You're an American, aren't you?
Yes.
Brian, tea's ready.
I hope he wasn't bothering you.
Are you all right?
Look, come inside and sit down for a minute.
It's no trouble.
Come and sit over here.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Thank you.
Good. I've got the kettle on.
Feeling any better?
You look so pale.
I did a bit too much today.
I was ill recently in London.
I'm still getting over it.
My name's Kay Trevor.
Mine's... Sara Scott.
Is this your first visit to St. Giles?
Yes.
What do you think of it?
I've only been here an hour.
That means you've been round the town and back.
Show me.
Hmm. The left one's not bad,
but the right managed to escape.
My father said there's a building in New York so high
they have lights on it
to warn airplanes not to come too close.
That's the empire state building.
I should like to build something that high,
then I'd stand on the top of it
and put my head in the clouds that came by.
Brian's inherited his father's imagination.
You've finished your milk, darling.
You can go and play.
Are you staying in St. Giles
or just here for the day?
I'm going back to Plymouth.
I can't get a room tonight.
That's a shame. I know people who take in guests.
I could ask if they've got a room.
It's probably better for me to be in Plymouth.
My ship sails for New York in the morning.
The hotel manager said there was a train back about 8:30.
What will you do until then?
Stay at the inn. My suitcase is there.
Oh, that's no fun.
Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?
Thank you, but...
The restaurants will be as full as the hotels.
I can get a lobster. Do you like lobster?
Yes.
Well, I've got him to bed.
I'm still bigger than he is.
I hope he didn't bother you with his questions.
I enjoyed them.
Good, because he asked if you'd go upstairs
and say good night.
You've made quite a conquest.
Do you think so?
He wants me to pack his things
so that he can go back with you
and climb the empire state building.
I couldn't refuse after that.
I'll take you up.
Isn't new England the same as England?
It's a little the same,
only it's awfully cold in winter
with snow that comes right up to your ears.
To yours or mine?
Yours.
And in the summer the sky spreads out
like a tall blue sail.
What did you do there?
When I was a little girl,
I'd watch the men printing my father's newspaper.
There was the smell of ink and whirring of machines.
What does whirring mean?
That's the sound the machines make.
If I went to America, who would I play with?
There are many children your age.
Do you have any?
No.
Lights out, Brian.
It's past your bedtime.
I'll sleep later in the morning.
No, you won't.
Come on, now.
Good night, darling.
Say good night to miss Scott.
Good night, miss Scott.
Good night, Brian.
Would you like a drink?
Yes, thank you.
Come down to the study.
[Music plays]
Is anything the matter?
No, it's... Just that music.
I'll turn it off.
Music has such a way
of bringing back memories, hasn't it?
Did it remind you of someone?
You know,
I think the most difficult thing about losing anyone
is to be taken off guard.
The feeling of things half said.
Half finished.
I can tell you something that helped me.
I found it wasn't any good to resist grief.
I just let it have its way.
And after a while,
something inside me said,
very well. You can bear that.
It was easier then.
How about that drink?
For a while after my husband's death,
I couldn't come in here without crying like a baby.
Do you know a line from the Bible...
And the places that knew them
shall know them no more?
Yes, I know it.
My husband was with the BBC.
Those are copies of his broadcasts.
Perhaps you heard some when you were in London.
Yes, I... I did.
He did a series of on-the-spot recordings.
The best thing he did was to describe
how they took an unexploded bomb apart.
I was so frightened just listening to it.
How long were you in London?
About three months.
I work for an American newspaper.
I've been writing articles about people in London.
Did you come straight from the states?
I was in France first... Paris.
Mark and I were there a lot before the war.
It's a lovely city.
We nearly settled there for a while.
Life has a strange way
of standing back until you're happiest.
Then when you've got a great big smile on your lips,
it gives you a solid whack across the jaw.
Do you know what I mean?
Well, I'm a newspaper woman.
What life does to people is my business.
I report it.
Well...
Cheers.
I'd better go, or I'll miss the train to Plymouth.
You're not going to make it.
I didn't realize the time.
Can I take a taxi?
Not at this hour.
My ship leaves in the morning.
Why don't you stay here tonight?
Catch the early train.
I couldn't.
You'll arrive in plenty of time.
I'm sure Brian has many questions
he'd love to ask you at breakfast.
Come on. I'll show you the room.
Mark.
Ha ha ha!
Well, good night, Mr. Polworth.
Good night, Sam.
Miss Scott?
[RING]
Ship inn.
This is Mrs. Trevor.
I wonder if you'd help me.
Yes?
Did a Sara Scott check in with you last night?
No. Nobody's checked in. We've been full for days.
I see. Thank you.
Number please.
Hello. 47, please.
[RING]
Hello?
Alan, Kay here.
Oh, hello.
Something odd has happened.
Could you come around?
It's nothing serious, is it?
I'm not sure.
I'll come right over.
So I asked her to stay the night.
When do you think she left the house?
I don't know. Her bed's not slept in.
I'm really worried, Alan.
She seems so strange.
Her...
Her nerves are raw.
She looks like I looked after Mark's death.
What's her name?
Scott.
Sara Scott.
Well, I'm, um, I'm sure everything's all right.
It was the way she looked at things,
as if she were seeing everything for the last time.
I'll go down to the police station.
Kay.
I'll call the doctor.
Hello. 85, please.
Hello, Dr. Meade, this is Mrs. Trevor speaking.
Yes. I wonder if you could possibly
come to the house.
There's been an accident.
Thank you so much. Goodbye.
Dr. Meade says in a few days you'll be as right as rain.
Is that a diagnosis or a weather report?
He's really very efficient, although he bumbles around some.
He's written your doctor in London and given him a report.
I don't remember telling him who my doctor was.
Dr. Aldridge.
You told him on the first day.
Oh.
Are you warm enough?
Yes. Fine, thanks.
I'm going to miss you when you leave.
During the war, Brian and I were here alone,
but we were always expecting Mark,
and that helped to fill in the days.
Now I filled your days with extra work.
Oh, I didn't mind that.
When Mark was here,
I used to think St. Giles
was the most perfect place in the world.
Odd, isn't it?
How the presence of someone you love
can make a whole place beautiful?
Yes, I know.
It's done me good to have someone here to look after.
I felt useful again.
And Brian's had a holiday
away from too much attention.
He wants you to stay on.
Why don't you stay?
Well, I'd like to,
but all my things are headed to New York.
At least they made the ship.
Besides, when the office learns I'm not on board,
they'll be after me.
You've got your job.
My job's got me.
Yes, I see.
Well, first,
you can buy anything you need in the shops here.
And second,
you can write to New York
and tell them you're covering the most tremendous story
and you can't leave until you've finished it.
What do I hand in when I get back?
You figure that out while I get paper.
How are you feeling?
Fine, thank you.
Good.
I've spilt the glue!
On what?
On me!
Excuse me while I unstick him.
I wanted to come see you before this,
but I thought it wasn't very wise.
I know what a shock it was
when you saw me here.
Yes, I...
I thought...
That I died with Mark?
Almost.
I was in hospital for a month.
On the plane...
Did Mark say anything?
About you?
Yes.
I don't remember.
Or you don't want to remember.
Does it matter?
Kay tells me she's asked you to stay on a while.
Yes, she did.
You told her you couldn't.
Look, if you think you can travel,
I haven't enough petrol to get you to London,
but I can manage Torquay.
There's some good hotels there.
From there, you can arrange a passage home.
What would I tell Kay?
I'll do the explaining.
Why do you think you have the right to interfere?
I'm only trying to prevent Kay from being hurt.
I'm not going to hurt her.
If you stay here,
sooner or later she'll find out who you are.
Not from me.
And not from me.
If you don't feel up to it,
I'll get your office to book your passage for you.
You're very kind.
Don't mention it.
But I think I can handle this myself.
Let me know what you decide.
Alan.
Tell me,
what did Mark say?
Nothing.
Stick the pin around the, uh, around the strut.
Not in my finger!
You said you'd take me sailing.
Name the day.
Today.
Ok. Today.
I'll get my boots.
What are you doing this evening, Kay?
I think I'll stay at home.
Isn't Sara well enough to stay by herself?
No, not really.
Kay, let me pick you up at 7:00.
We'll go to the pictures.
Another time, Alan, please.
I'm ready!
Good boy.
Well, I'll, uh...
I'll call you tomorrow.
Come on.
[Buzz]
Yeah?
Mr. Reynolds, I have your call to London, sir.
Dr. Aldridge?
Yes, this is Dr. Aldridge.
Carter Reynolds. I've got your cable.
I'm afraid I've got some disconcerting news about miss Scott.
I don't understand. She's on her way to New York.
No. It seems she went to a village called...
St. Giles, in Cornwall.
Well?
The point is, St. Giles is where Mark Trevor lived.
She's staying in his house.
What?
I received a letter
from a Dr. Meade who attended her.
He said she suffered some kind of shock
and is remaining to recuperate.
We've got to get her out of there.
I can't interfere.
I felt it was my duty
to contact a responsible person.
I agree she should leave there as soon as possible.
All right, doctor. Thanks.
You better think fast.
About what?
Sara's in England living at Mark Trevor's place.
Did you know she went there?
She said she was just going to look.
How could I know she was figuring on moving in?
Get me air reservations.
Yes, sir.
I think I'll hang myself.
Let me know when. I'll watch.
What do you think she's doing?
What does any woman do when a man dies?
Yeah. What?
Put flowers on his grave.
As far as the eye could see,
smoke and flame reached for the sky.
In the light drawn by this angry fire,
the face of the dead copilot could be seen,
his eyes still open,
as though even in death
he could still watch for the enemy.
Flight lieutenant William Briggs,
the pilot who spent many summer holidays
in the countryside
he had just smashed to pieces with his bombs,
stared silently ahead
as he turned the plane back for England.
Oh.
I hope you don't mind.
Of course not.
That's one of the broadcasts I heard
when I was in London.
It's almost the last.
How many did he do altogether?
One a week,
from the time the first bombers came over.
The ones I heard were good.
They were all good.
He wanted to turn some of them into a book.
Occasionally, he would come home
and try working on it,
but he never had enough time.
Have you ever thought of doing anything with them?
Yes, I've thought about it.
But I don't really know how to put them together.
Did he leave any notes
on how he wanted to do it?
No.
He threw everything away.
I wonder if it would be a good idea
to use the scripts as part of a bigger story.
How do you mean?
Well...
Almost his own story,
tying one script to another
with descriptions of the man who wrote them...
His life here at home,
and then how different it became during the war.
That's wonderful!
But you'll have to help me with it.
Brian was my guide
through the years of Mark's life before we met.
Through his eyes, I saw the village of St. Giles
as Mark had known it.
I saw the people who lived there,
the people he had grown up with,
and I felt I knew them.
Here was his boyhood school,
where the man who had taught him
was now teaching his son.
It was becoming my village,
my people,
my life.
What was it Mark had said?
All day long you can hear the sound of the gulls.
You could set your watch
by the coming and going of the tides.
Our time together was short and hurried.
But now I was seeing his timeless world
of ocean and sky.
Even the joy of warm evenings
in front of the cottage fire was mine.
I've turned the clock backwards and fooled time.
I'm putting together all the years I missed.
They belong to me now.
It's so vivid, Sara, and alive.
I think I've done enough for today.
Strange. You're even showing him in a light
that I hadn't seen before.
I've been trying to get every side of his character.
You've done more than that.
You see,
his work in London first took him away from me.
And then his death seemed to make it final.
But now you're...
Bringing him back.
[Doorbell rings]
I'll answer it!
Hello.
Good morning, young man.
Is Mrs. Trevor in?
She's shopping. Miss Scott is here.
Would you tell her someone's here to see her?
Yes, sir.
There's someone to see you.
She's coming.
Thank you.
Carter!
Hello, Sara.
Well, when did you...
I just got in from London.
You look fine. The air here agrees with you.
I should've wired you that I was all right.
I was planning to come over again anyway.
I thought while I was here,
I'd take you back with me.
I don't want you out of my sight.
I can't leave just yet.
Maybe in a few days.
I understand this was Mark Trevor's house.
Yes.
His wife and son still live here, don't they?
Carter, I didn't plan to stay.
I only wanted to see the village and the house.
You're still here.
Yes, I'm still here.
That's what he looked like, huh?
I didn't think I'd ever see him or his wife.
It's foolish to ask if she knows who you are.
She doesn't.
Are you waiting for her to find out?
I said I'd leave soon.
What's holding you?
Well, I... I have something to finish.
Carter, this is Kay Trevor.
This is Carter Reynolds.
How do you do?
Carter owns the paper I work on.
Are you taking her away?
We were just talking about it.
We may close down without Sara's column.
That's true. She's a wonderful writer.
One of the best.
Have you told Mr. Reynolds about your work here?
No, I haven't had time.
What work is that?
Kay's husband was a broadcaster with the BBC.
He was killed in an airplane accident
just before the war ended.
I'm sorry to hear that.
And I'm helping to make the broadcasts into a book.
I see.
Sara's spent hours gathering information
about my husband's life.
That's very interesting.
I'd like to see what you've done.
Well, it won't be finished for a few days.
I suppose you'll be going then.
Yes.
She might have to finish it in New York.
I'm going to miss her.
I'm sure you will.
Can you stay to dinner, Mr. Reynolds?
If it's not any trouble.
Not at all.
Didn't you have work to do this evening?
Nothing important. I'll send some cables and come back.
Good. I'll get hold of Alan,
and I must check the larder.
[DOOR CLOSES]
I want you to get out of here.
When you're ready, we'll go.
I can't leave yet.
You can finish in New York.
Kay asked me to help with the broadcasts.
You can think faster than that.
It's true.
You're just doing a job of work?
Nothing personal?
All right, here's what I'll do.
I'll help you. I'm a good writer.
I don't need your help.
Is it too private?
Please, Carter, leave me alone.
I didn't come 3,000 miles to say hello.
I came to take you back with me.
Say goodbye for me. I'll be back for dinner.
What was your job during the war?
I was with the BBC.
Alan worked with my husband.
I see.
Outside broadcasting.
I was Mark's assistant.
It must have been very exciting work.
It was, sometimes.
Mrs. Trevor and Sara are turning those broadcasts
into a book.
That's right.
Are you helping them?
No.
I'd have thought he could be helpful
with valuable technical advice.
I can still use it.
I don't know that I could find the time.
Isn't the book a good idea?
Fine. How long will you be in England, Mr. Reynolds?
Only a short while this trip.
I'd like to watch London recovering,
starting to live again without the blackout.
They must have a wonderful sense of freedom now.
Were you there during the war?
Hardly at all. I had to stay in St. Giles
to keep Brian from the raids.
There wasn't anyone to watch him but myself,
so I was stuck here.
That may be the greatest cruelty of war...
The separation of husbands and wives.
Yes, waiting for the mail to arrive each day.
Most of the time waiting in fear.
Your husband managed to get home often?
Quite often when he started his work,
but not much the last month.
Nobody had time then.
I suppose not.
They were hectic days for everyone.
Yes, I know.
I've never felt as lonely as I felt then.
When Mark first began on his broadcasts,
his letters used to be full of excitement.
He was stimulated by everything he saw.
He'd write to me so I'd feel part of it.
And then towards the end,
the letters got less frequent.
Just short notes.
I think he was under some terrible strain.
Yes, yes, we all were.
Did you say there was some Brandy?
Yes. I forgot about it.
Come help me with the glasses.
Right.
What are you trying to do?
If you don't know, I didn't succeed.
You think I don't feel guilty
because Mark was with me during those days?
I kept them apart.
Stop trying to take him away again.
I'm not trying to...
Sara, can't you see it?
I'd like to propose a toast.
Mr. Reynolds.
To Sara.
Landlord?
Sir?
Do you have telegraph blanks?
I'm sure we have somewhere, sir.
Mr. Reynolds?
Hello there. Sit down.
Have a drink?
Here you are, Mr. Reynolds.
Thanks. What will you have?
A beer.
Make it two.
Two beers.
What's on your mind?
I'd like to talk to you about last night.
What's bothering you?
Sara. Why'd you let her come down here?
Let her come?
I instructed an employee to put her on a ship.
Maybe he didn't understand,
because she missed it.
She won't miss the next one.
You're sure?
I'm putting her on it myself.
Two beers, gentlemen.
Thank you.
Cheers.
Exactly what's your concern in all this?
Kay Trevor.
Yes, I thought so.
I don't want to see her getting hurt.
A few more evenings like last night...
Let's get to the point. What about it?
While Mark and Sara were together in London,
his letters to Kay got shorter and shorter.
So she said.
She sensed that something pretty deep was wrong,
but before she learned the truth, he died.
She took it very hard,
but she managed to start living again.
She didn't think about the last days,
only about the good times when they were together.
Well?
Now Sara is stirring it all up again.
You mean this writing she's been doing.
Writing? That's grave digging.
You're afraid Kay's getting too close to the truth?
You've got to get Sara out of here.
You're worried about Kay finding out who Sara is
because you don't want her to get hurt.
It wouldn't do Sara any good, either.
She isn't staying at that house because she wants to hurt Kay.
If she knew what she was doing, she'd leave.
Mr. Thompson, we're in the same shoes.
Neither of us knows which way to walk.
A dead guy called Mark Trevor's holding on to two women.
A tough rope to cut.
I'm trying to figure out how.
If you do, let me know,
because there's not much time.
Oh.
I'll hang your coat up to dry.
Mmm, I'm drenched.
I've often wondered how you keep this place so neat.
A women comes in daily to throw my things around.
Make yourself at home.
Did you enjoy the picture?
I love films that end with the dying criminal
slowly climbing up the church steps.
Riddled with holes, like a Swiss cheese.
This will be warm in a minute.
It was a lovely evening. Thanks.
It was good to see you laughing again.
Can I get you anything? A drink?
Not for me.
It's funny being in this room again.
I remember when Mark and I would come here.
The three of us argued and laughed.
Yes, they were nice evenings.
Alan, why do you do that?
What do you mean?
Turn away as soon as I mention Mark's name.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know I was doing that.
You know, I've been thinking
so much about the last weeks
when Mark wrote those short, restless letters.
Alan, you were his friend.
Don't keep anything from me now.
What happened to him?
I don't know.
But you were always with him.
Well, he was working very hard, day and night.
He never had a moment to himself.
You're not very convincing.
Tell me the truth.
I did.
No, you've avoided it.
Why? What are you hiding?
There's nothing to hide.
Was there someone else?
Don't be silly.
I want to know. Was that it?
Kay, please.
Did he fall in love with someone else?
Listen to me, Kay. Mark loved you.
Don't start torturing yourself.
No.
No!
Mommy.
Mommy!
Brian.
Honey, what is it? Tell me what it is.
I was dreaming.
Oh, don't cry.
What were you dreaming about?
I saw daddy. There was a light in his study,
and he was there.
That's nothing to be afraid of.
I wanted him to talk to me, but he wouldn't.
Shh. Don't.
Lie down, Brian, and try to go to sleep.
There.
But if he really isn't gone away,
why won't he talk to me?
What do you mean, darling?
Mommy always talks about him,
and you always talk about him.
He is coming back, isn't he?
No, Brian, he's not coming back.
I'll tuck you in,
and you'll fall asleep right away.
That's a good boy.
Where's mommy?
She'll be back soon.
She went to the pictures.
You're all right now, aren't you?
I don't know.
Well, of course you are.
You won't have any more dreams like that.
I promise.
Good night.
Try shark fishing for your amusement.
That would be more for the shark's amusement.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Excuse me.
Ship inn.
Certainly. Will you hold the line?
Mr. Reynolds? Phone.
Oh, thank you.
Hello?
Carter?
Sara?
Come get me out of here.
What's happened?
I can't tell you now. Please hurry.
I'm on my way.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Kay.
It started to rain.
We went to Alan's place to wait until it stopped.
What's wrong, Kay?
Can you tell me?
I found out why Mark stopped writing.
He met someone in London
and fell in love with her.
It was really very obvious.
Alan didn't say anything,
but I could see it in his eyes.
I can't think of anything, except...
What was she like?
Did she work with him?
Was she beautiful?
Kay, listen to me.
I can't help it. I've got to know.
[Knock on door]
I won't see anyone.
What's the matter?
She's found out.
What?
No, not about me.
Just that there was someone.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Carter, I have to tell her.
Stay away from her. Don't do it.
I must.
Let's get out of here.
You want to watch her suffer?
I'm telling her who I am.
What good would it do?
If I hadn't come here, this wouldn't have happened.
I brought him back to her.
Why tell her? What could be more cruel?
To let her torture herself about who it was.
To go on wondering, not knowing.
If you tell her, she'll flay you alive.
I know.
Well?
I'll tell her.
Want me around when you do it?
But I want you waiting when I come out.
With a big net?
The biggest.
Now, good night, Mr. Polworth.
Good night, Sam.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[FOOTSTEPS]
Sara.
I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.
You didn't.
I felt frightened.
I know.
Kay, remember the first night I stayed here?
You told me about Mark's death
and how you'd found a way to face it.
Yes, I remember.
You told me because you felt
I was suffering the same way.
You were right. I was.
Mark and I met three months ago in London.
Mark and you met?
We fell in love.
Why are you telling me this?
I want you to know who it was.
What are you doing here?
Why did you come to my house?
I knew so little about him.
I had to see where he lived just once.
I asked you what you're doing in my house.
I didn't mean to come inside.
I walked through the village and past the house.
Then I saw Brian,
and when he talked to me,
I couldn't move away.
Then you asked me in.
Kay, I couldn't help it.
Don't you understand?
Oh, yes.
I understand.
I understand a lot of things now.
Why you wanted to be friends,
why you helped with the broadcasts,
and why you stayed in the house.
Kay, please.
What are you trying to do,
take Mark away from me even after his death?
Say anything you want.
I'm sorry, Sara.
I didn't give you enough assistance.
No one could expect you to write properly about him
without knowing all the intimate details.
I'll try and make that up to you now.
We were married in that village.
The reception took place in this room.
We spent our wedding night in this house.
Do you want to know what he said that night
and the other nights we were together?
When Brian was born...
Shall I tell you, or did you find out in London?
I didn't know Mark was married
until the day before he died.
Of course not.
And I invited you into this house.
You didn't want to come in.
Mark's picture got smashed by accident.
You brushed up against it.
You weren't holding it.
I've heard about as much as I can stand.
I don't want any more lies.
I want you to go.
Not before I tell you this.
I loved Mark with all the love I had.
He was coming back...
To you and Brian.
I was just someone he had met and was going to leave.
He wanted to be here with everything he loved...
The way I loved him.
Please go.
I'll get my things.
You'll have a few minutes wait.
I'll find an empty compartment.
We'll spend some time in New York,
then fly to San Francisco.
You'll see how the conferences are working.
And after that?
East. The finish is coming there. You'll cover it.
You feel up to it?
It'll be good to be working again.
Come this way, sir.
Sara?
Wait inside for me, Carter.
Sara.
What is it?
I wanted to say goodbye.
Goodbye, Kay.
Send Brian a photograph of the empire state building.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
I will.
Goodbye.