Another Time, Another Place Page #2

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and 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 than a gun.

You've just jumped a dozen years.

The ones in Cornwall?

They weren't very exciting.

I worked on the fishing boats

and studied at night...

and lived in a cottage on Tregenna Hill.

Oh, Mark, 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.

- Oh, 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 in my life.

Tell me again.

- You're a greedy woman, Sara.

- Oh, yes.

- There's something I haven't told you.

- What?

About my boss, Carter Reynolds.

I've worked for him for a long time.

Almost 10 years.

And 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 that I'll tell you about one day.

But now I want to tell him

that I've found you, Mark.

Sara, look...

Just tell me one thing...

that we'll always be together. Tell me.

Yes, always.

How long can you listen

without answering?

You'll give in first.

- It sounds anxious.

- Weakening?

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've had a telegram, Miss Scott.

About my boy.

- The one in the Army.

- Oh, Jonesy, he isn't...

Is there anything you'd like me to do?

Filing, or typing?

I'll give you some stuff

I did this afternoon.

- Hello, Nancy.

- Hi, Miss Scott.

- Four copies, and I want them clear.

- Yes, Miss Scott.

I'm so sorry, Jonesy.

Four copies, clear.

I'll do them right away.

- Haven't you finished yet?

- Just this second.

Then what are you sitting around for?

Don't you know what's happening there?

- Darn! I forgot.

- Forgot?

- You can 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 sent the stuff in so they could

put the rag to bed in New York...

we're here knocking ourselves out,

and you're kibitzing with a bomb.

Ante sixpence.

- Anything wild?

- Nothing wild but the losers.

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