Waterloo Bridge 1940 (English Language)

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经典影片《魂断蓝桥》（上影厂 刘广宁 乔榛等配音）

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电影英文剧本：

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The resulting action, known now by all the world has marked Sunday,

September the 3rd, 1939 as a date to be long remembered.

At 11:15 this morning,

the prime minister speaking to the nation

from Number 10 Downing Street announced that Great Britain is at war with Germany.

The London public are earnestly reminded of the emergency orders already issued.

No light of any description

should be visible after blackout time.

No dogs or cats will be allowed

to roam the streets after dark.

It should be remembered that pets will not

be permitted in public air-raid shelters.

Gas masks and warm clothing

should be placed at hand before retiring.

It is suggested that a warm drink

in a Thermos...

... would be of great comfort

to children...

... who might have to be awakened

at an unusual hour.

Every effort should be made

to quiet the nerves...

... of those children who remain

despite the evacuation...

... which will continue

until a late hour this evening.

MAN:

Colonel Cronin''''s car.

I was right, Thomas. It''''s tonight.

To France, sir?

Waterloo Station.

Yes, sir.

Be familiar to you, won''''t it, sir?

I mean, having been through

the last one.

Yes. It''''ll be familiar.

- Thomas.

- Sir?

Go by way of Waterloo Bridge, will you?

Waterloo Bridge, sir?

We have plenty of time.

Right, sir.

Wait for me at the other end of the bridge.

I''''ll walk across.

THOMAS:

Right, sir.

MYRA:

Here. Take this.

ROY:

Your good-luck charm?

MYRA:

Perhaps it''''ll bring you luck.

I hope it will.

I''''ll pray it will.

ROY:

That''''s wonderfully kind of you.

MYRA:

Do you think you''''ll remember me now?

ROY:

I think so.

I think so.

For the rest of my life.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN 1:

It was a siren. I heard it.

WOMAN 2:

You're dreaming.

- I didn't hear a thing.

WOMAN 1:

Did you, Myra?

Stop, listen.

There it is again.

Be quiet, please, all of you.

- Was that an air-raid warning?

- I'm afraid it was. We'll know in a minute.

An air raid. I told you we'll be late.

Madame will be furious.

- We should worry about madame.

WOMAN:

Look. Look.

MAN:

Air raid!

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Where can we go?

- The underground station.

- Come on, girls.

- To your right! To your right!

- To your right.

WOMAN:

Hurry.

Come on.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Stupid bag. It always does this.

- Thank you so much.

- They're out to strafe this bridge.

- We'd better get off it.

- Oh, my lucky charm.

You little fool. Are you tired of life?

- I've had it for years. It brings me luck.

- Such as air raids.

(EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE)

Do you think it'd be too unmilitary

if we were to run?

Not at all.

Do you mind?

MAN:

News Weekly. Read about it.

Paper.

"Here, no pushing," he says.

And I says, "You'd blooming well push

if your hind legs were still outside."

OLD WOMAN:

I always run about,

meseIf. As me old man says:

"A moving target is harder to hit."

- Ain't it?

OLD MAN:

Not haIf.

(EXPLOSION)

Blimey, 'Erman's a ruddy marksman,

ain't he?

- 'Erman?

- Yes, 'Erman the German.

(LAUGHING)

Oh...!

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

There seems to be

a certain amount of shoving.

It is a crush, isn't it?

(EXPLOSION)

Mm, that one was close.

We're safe here.

There may be some space

over there by the wall.

- Shall we wiggle through?

- All right.

- Excuse us, please.

- All right.

Excuse me. Thank you very much.

(INDISTINCT MUTTERING)

- Better, eh?

- Yes, thanks. Much better.

- Looking for your friends?

- Yes. Perhaps they took another entrance.

- Do you mind?

- Oh, no, no.

I suppose I mustn't offer you one?

Uh, no, thanks.

You're at school, aren't you?

(LAUGHS)

Am I being funny?

Oh, look, that's our school.

Madame Kirowa's International Ballet.

- International Ballet?

- Mm-hm.

Look here,

you don't mean to say you're a dancer?

- Yes.

- A professional dancer?

Uh, now and then, I wonder.

And you mean you can pirouette

and all that sort of thing?

Certainly. I can do an entrechat six.

- I beg your pardon?

- I can cross my feet six times in midair.

Nijinsky could do 10,

but that only happens once in a century.

Well, it must be good for the muscles

of the... Must be good for the muscles.

I should think a dancer's muscles

would be like a strongman.

Oh, not quite. That'd be dreadful.

We try to combine slenderness

with strength.

Well, I've been dancing since I was 12.

I don't think the muscles

are overdeveloped.

Oh, no. No, no. Not in your case.

Of course, we have to train like athletes.

Madame believes in rigid discipline.

- You expect to get to the theater tonight?

- Certainly. We don't go on till 10.

- I wish I could be there.

- Why don't you come?

No, unfortunately,

I have a colonel's dinner.

It takes a lot of nerve

to miss a colonel's dinner.

- Are you on leave?

- I have been. My home's in Scotland.

Now you have to go back?

To France, I mean.

- Tomorrow.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

This hateful war.

Yes, I suppose it is.

And yet there's, I don't know...

...a certain amount of excitement

about it too.

Around the corner of every second,

the fascination of the unknown.

We're facing it this instant.

Oh, we face the unknown

in peacetime too.

- You're rather matter-of-fact, aren't you?

- Yes.

You're rather romantic, aren't you?

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

MAN:

All clear!

All clear!

Well, there we are. I'm afraid it's over.

Never enjoyed an air raid more.

Shall we go now or wait for the next?

Oh, it's very tempting,

but I think we'd better go.

Shall I carry that?

No, no. I only drop it in emergencies.

Well, I hope I'm around

the next time it happens.

It isn't very likely, is it?

You go back to France and...

- And you?

- We may go to America.

Oh, that does make it unlikely.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

MAN:

Read all about it.

Read all about it.

It's so late.

I'm afraid I'll have to take a taxi.

That may not be so simple.

- I don't know any...

- I wish I could have seen the...

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- What were you going to say?

- I wish I could have seen the ballet.

I'm sure it would have been

a pleasant memory in the trenches.

What were you going to say?

Oh, it's just that I don't know anyone

at the front...

...and I'm afraid it'll bring it home

to me now, knowing you.

- Not that I really know you, of course.

BOY:

Here you are, governor.

Thank you very much.

I hope you get back safe and sound.

Thank you.

Here...

...take this.

ROY:

Your good-luck charm?

Perhaps it'll bring you luck.

I hope it does.

Oh, now, look here.

I can't take it. It means so much to you.

You'd better have it.

I was beginning to rely on it too much.

Well, that's wonderfully kind of you.

Olympic Theatre, please.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING

"SWAN LAKE, OP. 20")

- Kitty, he's here.

- Who?

Oh, the man in the underground?

I don't understand.

He said he couldn't come.

- I suppose he just came to see the show.

- You don't suppose anything of the kind.

- You said he had to go to a colonel's dinner.

- It's not what I said. It's what he said.

(APPLAUSE)

He's nice, isn't he?

He's a bit of all right.

Must have ditched the colonel.

Think he'll come backstage?

What'll madame say?

We must watch and pray.

Oh, girls. Girls, girls.

Please. Please do be quiet.

You know how madame hates noise.

Shh! Shh, shh!

Maureen.

What is pas de bourre?

A pas de bourre is a progression on points

by a sequence of very small, even steps.

If you know it, why don't you do it

during the performance?

Elsa.

Your arabesques were jumpy.

They were positively epileptic.

Really, I was concerned for you.

Ana.

Show the young ladies, please,

how to do an entrechat quatre.

And may I ask, why didn't you do it

that way for the audience?

They also have some rights, you know.

The performance tonight was disgraceful.

We are playing for the moment

in a variety theater but...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Kitty.

But that doesn't mean

you should work with less precision...

...than performing seals,

which precede you.

You don't honor the ballet

by your presence in it.

The ballet honors you.

Are there questions?

Hm.

- Yes, madame?

- The note, Kitty.

The note that was handed to you.

Oh, well, it... It's just from an old friend,

a man I used to know in a show.

I don't need to be reminded

that you were a chorus girl in a revue.

- Your behavior...

- Madame.

- Myra.

- No, Kitty. It's for me, madame.

Then you may read it.

Aloud, please.

- Madame, I...

- Read it, please.

(SIGHS)

"As you see, I cannot bear to spend

my last evening with my colonel after all.

Please have supper with me.

Your friend of the shelter.

P.S. I am sure you will

because I have a good-luck charm...

...which has already changed my luck."

- And the signature?

- There isn't one.

And if there were one, what would it be?

I don't know. I only know he's an officer.

Indeed?

I must emphasize that if you want

supper parties, officers and delights...

...you shouldn't be here with me

but in other occupation.

Lydia, paper, please.

A war is no excuse for indecorum.

Write, please. "Dear sir."

What's his rank?

Captain.

"Dear captain."

- Here you are, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

No-go, sir?

No, I'm afraid not.

Oh, captain. Captain. Wait a minute.

I'm Kitty, Myra's friend.

Where do you want to meet her?

What? Myra?

- Oh, how do you do?

- I do very well, thank you.

- But where do you want to meet her?

- Well, l... But she, uh, she refused.

Oh, take no notice.

The old dragon made her write that.

- She'll come after all?

- Name the place.

- Yes, does she know the Candlelight Club?

- No, but I do.

- Good, then. I'll be there in an hour, say?

- An hour.

Look here.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

Myra's just a sweet child.

You can see that, can't you?

I can see that, Kitty.

Bye-bye, captain.

(LAUGHS)

MYRA:

Hello.

- Oh, hello.

I'm delighted. I was afraid Kitty

had directed you to the wrong place.

Oh, no, but your note was read out

before the whole class.

Were you embarrassed?

Yes, and so would you have been.

Ha, ha, I dare say. I'm afraid

I've made it difficult for you.

Well, you gave up the colonel,

so I expect I made it difficult for you too.

Yes, you did, but I have my reward.

It was wonderful of you to come.

- Shall we go in?

- All right.

Excuse me.

How nice you look.

Thank you.

(ROY CHUCKLES)

What do dancers eat?

Oh, dull things mostly.

Nutritious yet not fattening.

Oh, no, not tonight.

What could you suggest that would be

particularly rich and indigestible?

- The grouse is very nice, sir.

- Mm-hm.

And wine. It isn't against the rules

for a dancer to drink a little light wine, is it?

- Tonight...

- Good. Number 40, please.

Number 40, sir.

- Ah, the ballet was beautiful.

- Madame didn't think so.

Well, experts never know.

It takes outsiders to know.

- And I tell you it was beautiful.

- That certainly proves you're an outsider.

Are you glad to see me again?

Yes.

I sense a reservation.

- Well, I suppose there is one.

- What? Why?

What's the good of it?

You're a strange girl, aren't you?

What's the good of anything?

- What's the good of living?

- That's a question too.

Now wait a minute. I'm not

going to let you get away with that.

The wonderful thing about living

is that this sort of thing can happen.

In the shadow of a death raid, I can

meet you and feel more intensely alive...

...than walking around in peacetime,

taking my life for granted.

It's a high price to pay for it.

- I don't think so.

- I do.

Do people have to kill each other

to give them a heightened sense of life?

That's got nothing to do

with people killing each other.

Either you're excited about life

or you're not.

You know, I've never been able

to wait for the future.

When I was very young, a child in fact,

I climbed to the top of a high tree...

...stood like a diver, and announced

to my horrified governess:

"Now I shall take a leap

into the future," and jumped.

- I was in the hospital for two months.

- Ha.

Let the future catch up

with you more slowly.

Oh, no, no, never.

Temperament. I can't help it.

If we'd met in ordinary times

in an ordinary way, we'd just about...

...be telling each other

what schools we went to.

We're much further along,

don't you think?

Are we?

You know we are.

- Oh, I'm too excited to eat. Let's dance.

- All right.

(BAND PLAYING

"LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY")

- To you.

- Thank you.

To us.

Still don't get it. Not quite.

What?

Your face. It's all youth, all beauty.

What is it you still don't get?

You know, when I left you this afternoon,

I couldn't remember what you looked like.

I thought, "Was she pretty?

Was she ugly? What was she like?"

I couldn't remember.

I had to get to that theater tonight

to see what you looked like.

And do you think

you'll remember me now?

I think so.

I think so.

For the rest of my life.

But what is it about me

you still don't get?

(VIOLINS PLAY FANFARE)

Ladies and gentlemen, we now come

to the last dance of the evening.

I hope you'll enjoy the farewell waltz.

I'll tell you later. Let's dance now.

What's it mean, these candles?

You'll find out.

(BAND PLAYING "AULD LANG SYNE")

I'll write to you. Will you answer?

Of course.

Wonderful evening, wasn't it?

Yes. Thank you very much.

When I come back, we'Il...

We'll go there again.

- Yes.

- That'll be our place.

That's where we'll always

recapture this evening.

Do you think we'll ever

see each other again?

I think it's doubtful, don't you?

Yes, I suppose it is.

What was it you started to tell me

in the restaurant...

...that you didn't understand about me?

Heh. No use going into it now.

No, but tell me, please. I'd like to know.

Well, it struck me as curious

ever since I met you...

...you know, from that very

early moment ages ago...

...that you're so young,

so lovely and so defeatist.

I mean, you don't seem

to expect much from life.

Well, aren't I right?

For instance, I met you...

...I liked you...

...and now so soon we have to part...

...and perhaps

we'll never see each other again.

You can conceive that, then,

our never seeing each other again?

Yes, I can.

- This is where you live?

- Yes.

Well, nothing to do about it, is there?

Nothing except to say goodbye.

I suppose so.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Myra, dear.

Goodbye, Roy.

- Keep well.

- Yes, you too. Keep well.

(CHUCKLES)

Nothing can happen to me.

Your lucky charm will see to that.

I hope it will. I'll pray it will.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Please leave me first.

All right.

Oh, I shall have

to get this catch mended.

KITTY:

Well, I've been telling you.

It broke open twice yesterday.

Oh, Kitty, what time is it?

It's, uh, haIf past 11.

Oh.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

GIRLS:

Good morning, madame.

- Good morning.

- I came to congratulate you, Myra.

- On what, madame?

On being up.

Considering that you didn't go

to bed until 4, it's remarkable.

I have the feeling your performance tonight

will give the effect of sleepwalking.

Well, it's the first time

Myra's been out, madame.

When I made you send the note

to the military gentleman last night...

...it was you I was trying to protect.

I am fond of the girls who work for me.

- I don't want them to be camp followers.

- You don't know him...

...or you wouldn't say that.

- Can't we have any private lives at all?

Not when it hurts your public life

at the theater.

I'm happy that

he didn't stay here a week.

Otherwise he would have ruined

six performances instead of one.

If such a thing should happen

again with you...

...or any of the others,

it means instant dismissal.

I will see you at the theater tonight...

...if it's not too much trouble.

Oh, why is she so cruel and hateful?

KITTY:

Oh, the old broomstick.

She talks to us all like that.

Never mind.

- She spoils everything.

- Oh, rubbish.

You're upset and tired.

Why don't you go back to bed?

There's no rehearsal today.

No, I'm not tired.

Horrible morning for the channel crossing.

I suppose he's gone now.

Yep, suppose so.

Kitty. Kitty, look. He's here.

Look.

KITTY:

Good heavens, he deserted.

MYRA:

He's here. He hasn't gone.

KITTY:

He'll be court-martialed for this.

Oh, I've gotta go. Gotta go.

Now, calm down, will you?

I can't stand this excitement now.

- You see him, don't you?

- If that's his ghost, don't bring him up.

Get away from that window.

He'll see you in your slip.

Kitty, come on, help me. Where's my hat?

Oh, why wasn't I dressed? Oh!

Oh, Kitty, Kitty. Come on.

Oh, Kitty, what if l...? What'll he...?

Do you suppose...? Oh, dear.

Oh, Kitty, what do you think? Oh, Kitty.

- Oh, there. Do I look all right?

- Yes, you look all right.

- You'd look better with a dress on.

- Oh, yes.

- Come on, now.

- Hurry.

A little lower. Myra, stop it.

Oh, come on. Goodness,

I don't know what I'm doing.

I must see him.

Oh, dear. These stupid buttons.

Oh, Kitty, I just want to...

I just want to...

Oh, Kitty, he came back.

I was beginning to think...

But he didn't. He came back. Oh!

Is he still there?

- He is. He is.

- Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I'll get you a mackintosh.

Your umbrella's in the corner there.

Here, put this on.

Now, I'm going to go first. You don't

want to run into madame on the way down.

Wait a minute.

All clear. And please

tell him no more false alarms.

I can't stand the excitement.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Nice of you to come and see me.

Not at all.

You didn't go.

Couldn't. Mines in the channel.

Forty-eight hours' leave.

Oh, isn't that wonderful?

Yes.

I have two whole days.

I thought about you all last night,

couldn't sleep a wink.

- You managed to remember me at last?

- Yes, barely managed.

Myra, what do you think

we're going to do today?

- Well, l...

- You won't have time for that.

- For what?

- For hesitating. No more hesitating.

- No?

- No.

- What am I going to do instead?

- You're going to get married.

- Roy, you must be mad.

- I know it. Marvelous sensation.

- Oh, Roy, do be sensible.

- Not me.

But you don't know me.

I'll discover you.

Spend the rest of my life doing it.

This is wartime.

It's because you're leaving so soon.

Because you feel that you must spend

the whole of your life in 48 hours.

We're going to be married.

It's you. It'll never be anyone else.

But how can you tell that?

Listen. None of your quibbling,

your questioning.

None of your doubts.

This is positive, you see?

This is affirmative, you see?

This is final, you see?

You're going to marry me, you see?

I see.

(WHISTLES)

What's the matter, darling?

- Where are we going?

- To announce our engagement.

To the barracks. Armour Square.

Now, Myra, I wanna give you

a picture of what you're in for.

- All right.

- I have to acquaint you with certain facts.

In the first place, my dear young lady,

I am a captain in the Rendleshire Fusiliers.

- Are you impressed?

- Very much.

A captain in the Rendleshire Fusiliers

cannot marry casually.

It requires immense preparation,

formality, etiquette.

- I see it does.

- It's an elaborate ritual.

- Is it?

- Mm-hm. For example...

...a captain in the Rendleshire Fusiliers

has to get the consent of his colonel.

- Is that difficult?

- Well, it might or it might not be.

- I feel it's going to be difficult.

- A great deal depends upon the petitioner.

On the charm of the petitioner.

On his ardor, on his eloquence.

- Myra, look at me.

- Yes, captain.

Can you doubt the outcome?

You are very conceited, captain.

You are quite mad, captain.

You are reckless and headstrong and...

And I adore you, captain.

Now, sit here and don't speak to strangers.

I'll be right back.

- Myra.

- So soon?

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Holdonit 发表于 2020-12-28 12:17

对着剧本，发现口语句子一点都不难，也几乎没有生词，就是有口音和连读吃音。

循序渐进，我以前看电影连一半都听不懂，现在好了很多。

No, I haven't seen him yet. I forgot

something very important, indispensable.

- What?

- Your vital statistics.

- Oh, I'm afraid I mislaid them.

- I'll dig them up.

Now, then, I assume

you were born. Where?

- Birmingham.

- When?

Uh, June 9th, 1895.

- Father's profession?

- Schoolmaster.

- Parents living?

- No.

Ah.

Uh, let's see. What else?

Oh, yes. What's your last name?

Oh, Roy. Lester.

It's lucky I thought of that. That's vital.

- Goodbye, Miss Lester.

- Goodbye.

I'll be just a second.

MAN:

I suppose it is, as a matter of fact,

if it works out that way.

Then you have to test the thing

before you get to any particular point...

Excuse me, sir.

- Yes, what is it, Cronin?

- May I see you privately, sir?

- I am at lunch.

- It's extremely important, sir.

You held us up last night waiting for you.

Now you interrupt my lunch.

It's all part of the same thing, sir.

(SIGHS)

Very well. Back in a minute.

I'm sorry, but I think you'll understand.

I hope you'll understand.

Do you mind giving me

some sort of a clue?

I'm sorry about not turning up

for your dinner last night...

...but you see, colonel...

Well, whatever it is, I hope you straighten

it out before I get chronic indigestion.

Sit down.

I'd rather stand, if you don't mind, sir.

I'm in a hurry.

The fact is, colonel... The fact...

- The fact...

- What is the fact?

With your permission, sir, if you don't mind,

I'd like to get married this afternoon.

Oh.

And who is the bride-to-be, may I ask?

Her name is Myra Lester.

I have her vital statistics.

Oh.

Sit down.

Have you known her long?

Long enough to be absolutely sure, sir.

- Has she been presented at court?

- I believe not, sir.

But she is eligible

for presentation, I presume?

Cronin, you're leaving

for the front tomorrow.

Are you sure that hasn't a good deal

to do with your haste?

I wanna marry her before I leave...

...so she can stay with my mother

until I get back.

I see.

Well, Cronin, this...

- This is a good deal of responsibility.

- I know, sir.

And a responsibility

that I cannot assume by myseIf.

I wish you'd try, sir.

Sorry, but I'll have to ask you

to get the consent of His Grace...

...the colonel in chief.

- I see.

As he is your relative, he can inquire

more closely into this than I can.

However, if you get his consent,

you have mine.

Thank you, sir.

And I hope your future engagements

will not take place during mealtimes.

I'll try, sir.

- Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.

- Revelstoke House, Belrose Square.

- Yes, sir.

Captain Cronin, Your Grace.

- Ah, my boy, I'm glad to see you.

ROY:

Thank you, sir.

- Very glad indeed. How are you?

- Very well, sir.

- When do you go back?

- Day after tomorrow.

For that push at Cambrai, I expect.

- I hope so, sir.

- Sit down.

- Thank you.

- Had a nice leave?

- Wonderful.

- Good, good. You deserve it.

Well, my boy,

is there anything I can do for you?

- Yes, sir.

- What is it?

Well, I'd like your consent, sir,

to my marriage.

Your marriage?

(LAUGHS)

- Well, who's the girl?

- Miss Myra Lester.

Lester. Lester. Surrey?

No, Birmingham.

Birmingham, oh. Lester.

- Do I know them?

- No, but I can remedy that, sir.

- Does your mother know her?

- No, but she will. At least Myra.

- Her parents are dead, sir. She's all alone.

- Dear, dear, dear, dear. Hm.

Well...

...what does she do?

- She's a dancer.

A dancer?

Yes, sir.

She's, uh... She's terribly nice, sir.

A dancer.

You know, Roy...

You know, Roy...

...I like dancers.

Well, thank you, sir.

I mean, I don't blame you.

Naturally. In my time

you understand, in my time...

Of course, sir.

When I was your age,

I was in love with a dancer.

I wanted to marry her...

...but she wouldn't.

(BOTH LAUGH)

So if she'd accepted me,

she'd have been your aunt.

- That would have been delightful.

- Look here, my boy.

I don't mind telling you

I'm very proud of your war record.

Thank you, sir.

Now, you know what you're doing,

I suppose.

Yes, sir.

You'll be proud of her too, sir. I'm sure.

I don't necessarily believe in

what they call correct marriages.

Seen too many of them turn out badly.

- Well, good luck, my boy. And bless you.

- Thank you, sir.

- I'll never forget this. Neither will she.

- That's all right.

- Bring her to see me on your next leave.

- I shall.

- Fine fellow.

- Thank you again, sir.

(CHUCKLES)

A dancer, eh?

Miss Lester, His Grace has consented

to the marriage of Captain Roy Cronin...

...of the Rendleshire Fusiliers to Myra Lester

of Birmingham, Warwickshire, England.

- No family opposition?

- Not a speck.

Disappointed?

Oh, it's too easy. I'm frightened.

Ha-ha-ha, defeatist.

DRIVER:

Where to, sir?

- Uh, to Bond Street.

Yes, sir.

- Bond Street?

- To Bond Street for a ring.

A simple ring.

I don't wanna spoil you straight off.

Then to the florist. You deserve a posy.

Then to St. Matthew's Church.

- St. Matthew's? Really?

- Of course St. Matthew's.

They have the proper tradition.

Swift, regimental marriages.

We walk in comparative strangers,

we walk out comparative friends.

(BOTH LAUGH)

The door beyond leads to the church, sir.

You'll find the vicar at choir practice.

Thank you.

- Well, darling?

- Oh, Roy.

Shall we face it?

It's been so quick.

Are you quite, quite sure?

Myra, I was never so sure

of anything in my life.

In the moment you left me after the air raid

I knew I must find you again quickly.

I've found you and I'll never let you go.

Does that answer you?

Wait here a moment.

(CHOIR SINGING)

This is Miss Lester.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

Miss Lester...

...but I'm afraid it's impossible

for me to marry you now.

No doubt you forget

that according to the law...

...no marriages can take place after 3:00.

I explained to the vicar, Myra,

that this is an emergency...

...that we thought during wartime,

something could be managed.

Isn't there anything you can do?

We'd be most grateful.

Oh, I'd like to help you,

but unfortunately that is the law.

However, if you'll come

tomorrow morning at 11:00...

...I shall be most happy

to perform the ceremony for you.

But we have so little time.

Well, it's only a few hours.

It just means we'll have to be engaged...

...for a whole day.

VICAR:

Yes.

I don't believe in long engagements.

Do you, vicar?

Not when the parties are elderly.

But I think in your case,

it can do no harm.

Then I shall expect you tomorrow at 11?

- We'll be here.

- At 11 precisely, on the stroke of the hour.

I shall be punctual.

- Goodbye. Thank you very much.

- Goodbye, Miss Lester.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Goodbye.

Where is Myra? It's almost 8.

We've got to go to the theater.

- I tell you, I tremble for the poor girl.

- Oh, you're always trembling.

Maybe she went directly to the theater.

That's right.

She's probably waiting for us.

I hope so.

Well, where have you been?

I've been worried to death.

I thought you were with the boyfriend,

but he phoned.

MYRA:

Oh, did he? I wonder why.

He had to go back to the barracks.

I went shopping.

Hey, what's happened to you?

Whose dress is that?

- It's mine.

- Yours?

Yes. I spent my last penny on it.

- Are you crazy?

- Yes, quite, quite.

And I bought a hat, a lovely hat.

And shoes and a bag and then gloves and...

Oh, isn't it a dream, Kitty? It's...

It's my wedding dress.

What?

- Oh, Myra, you don't mean that?

- Yes. I'm going to be married.

Oh, darling, come here

and let me hug you.

- It's wonderful.

- When? When? How?

Tomorrow morning at St. Matthew's

Church. Oh, Kitty, I'm so madly happy.

Oh, darling, I can't believe it.

Neither can I.

It's silly. I'm crying.

I've been crying all day.

Oh, it's unbelievable.

Things like this just don't happen.

It's so wonderful.

Oh, what a joke on madame.

WOMAN:

Kitty, are you coming?

Yes, all right. Wait a second. Uh,

you're coming to the theater, aren't you?

- I wouldn't let madame down for anything.

- Then we'd better hurry. Come on.

Oh, girls. Girls. Hey, Lydia. Girls.

Girls, what do you think?

Myra's going to be married.

ALL:

Married?

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

May I tell them? You don't mind?

Darling, you seem to have done it.

WOMAN 1:

Tell us about him.

- When will it be?

- Tomorrow morning.

WOMAN 2:

What's his name?

- Roy Cronin.

Well, Mrs. Cronin, I declare.

- Maybe it'll break out with the rest of us.

- Like the flu.

I'm so happy for you, Myra.

Oh, Vi, you are a darling.

You're all so sweet.

I feel like crying too.

But we haven't got time. Come on, girls.

We're late for the theater. Come on, girls.

Miss Myra,

you're wanted on the telephone.

Thank you.

Hello. Yes.

What?

Oh, no. When?

Oh, that's terrible.

Can't they give you one more day?

You have to...?

Oh, of course, I'll come at once.

I love you.

KITTY:

What is it?

- The orders have been changed.

He's going tonight.

The train leaves in 25 minutes.

I'm going to see him off.

- Going where?

- To Waterloo Station.

You can't.

You won't be back for the show.

- Madame will...

- Sorry.

Myra, please. She'd never forgive you,

never. Don't do it, Myra.

I may never see him again.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

She's just going, sir.

Excuse me.

Myra!

- Roy!

- Myra!

Roy!

(DOOR OPENS)

KITTY:

Myra.

- Myra, darling.

- Did he leave?

Did you talk to him?

- Didn't you see him at all?

- Just caught a glimpse of him.

Oh, what a shame.

I couldn't get a taxi

and they told me the wrong platform.

Oh, he'll be back.

It'll be all right, Myra.

The war can't last forever.

(DOOR OPENS)

Good evening, Myra.

It's very condescending of you

to come here at all.

She's very unhappy, madame.

Her fianc was called to the front.

I'm not interest in troop movements.

- She was to be married in the morning.

- Nor in social events.

Well, the whole world doesn't

begin and end with a ballet.

My world does.

And while you are with me,

so must yours.

That prescription

no longer applies to Myra.

Oh, don't sack her, madame.

I warned you. You are dismissed.

- I never heard of such unreasonable...

- Be careful, Kitty.

- No, I won't.

- Oh, Kitty.

I'm fed up with her. I've been wanting to

tell her for years. Now I'm going to tell you.

And if you don't like it, you can lump it.

I'm sick of you and your tyranny.

You treat us like a lot of slaves

and call it discipline.

It isn't that.

It's just that you enjoy bullying us.

- Lydia.

- Yes, madame?

Rehearsal tomorrow at 11.

With two understudies.

Good night.

Well, no more ballet for me.

I'm sick of being highbrow with my feet.

You and I, ducky,

are going to get into a revue.

All we've got to do is

to get some manager to put one on.

That ought to be simple.

- Kitty.

- Yes?

- Do you think?

- Occasionally. What?

Do you think he'll write?

(LAUGHS)

Hello. I'm back and I didn't get the job.

Oh, Kitty, you startled me.

KITTY:

Did I? Sorry.

Well, now that I'm all settled,

how about you?

Oh, no luck.

There's nothing there.

It's no use looking.

Well, I had two letters last week.

- I didn't really expect any.

- Uh-huh.

- How about the dress shop?

- Experience needed.

- The tearoom?

- Filled.

Naturally.

But they put me on the waiting list.

That's a comfort, isn't it?

Well, Myra, we're a couple

of howling successes.

- Sitting on top of the world, aren't we?

- You're in a nice mood, aren't you?

No wonder, sitting in the dark,

feeling sorry for yourseIf.

If I don't feel sorry for myseIf, who will?

Trouble with you is, you're hungry.

Give me your hand.

You'll feel better

when you've had something to eat.

Myra.

Yes, Kitty?

You're probably sick of hearing this but,

honestly, why don't you let Roy know?

- That we're out of work?

- That we're broke.

Flat broke. Down to our last tin.

Oh, he'd worry.

Well, better for him to worry

than for us to starve.

Kitty, we're not starving.

Nobody starves.

You mean, people who starve

don't live to tell about it.

I don't know what we're going to do.

We can't get jobs in a show,

we can't get them anywhere else.

If madame were still here,

I'd go to her, pride or no pride...

...but as it is, there's nobody.

Myra...

...I'm frightened.

I've never been frightened before.

I don't like it.

Oh, Kitty.

Perhaps it's seIfish of me

not to let Roy know...

...but I've got a stupid sort of pride

about it.

Let me wait a little while.

Just a little while longer.

Something must turn up,

and if it doesn't, well...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It's Mrs. Bassett for the rent.

- Remember, you're rehearsing.