Strangers in the Night

C'mon boys, take him out.

Alright, men.

Looks like a bad back.

You are wasting your time, doctor.

- There's not much you can do for me.

- You can make it if you try.

I don't wanna make it like this.

Leave me alone, please.

Case for the Base Hospital.

BASE HOSPITAL No. 6

Sgt. JOHNNY MEADOW

I loved your snapshots

you look exactly as I imagined you

from your letters.

I only hope you'll think as much

of me when you see me.

Rosemary

These are wonderful letters,

Johnny.

You're lucky to have a girl

like Rosemary to go back to.

- Is she pretty?

- I have never seen her.

You haven't?

But she sounds as so

she's in love with you.

We have been writing to each other.

I saw her name in this book.

A SHROPSHIRE LAD

I hope this book will give someone

as much pleasure as it has given me.

Rosemary Blake,

Clifftop House, Monteflores, California

- Good evening, Ivy.

- Good evening, Hilda.

You may shut the door now, Ivy.

Now the portrait, Ivy.

Rosemary dear,

it's your birthday, darling.

And even if you can't be

with us just now

we have your picture

we have our thoughts of you.

She is the most beautiful creature

in the world, isn't she, Ivy?

Of course, she is.

Sometimes I can hardly believe that

she's my daughter.

You may turn on the lamps and

we'll drink a birthday toast.

Thank you, Hilda.

- Happy birthday, darling!

- Happy birthday, Rosemary.

She'll be so happy.

Johnny's coming home to her at last.

- Hilda...

- Yes?

I...

I know you won't like me saying it

but if that young man comes here...

Ivy!

There's nothing to worry about

I won't interfere with them.

Actually I know how to mind my

own business.

And you just mind yours.

Of course, I will Hilda.

I always have, haven't I?

It couldn't be Johnny.

His telegram said tomorrow. He said

he couldn't get here until tomorrow.

I forgot to tell you.

Dr. Schuyler phoned and said he will

send a new doctor to introduce himself.

- What's his name?

- Ross, I think. Leslie Ross.

Have him come right in.

- Hilda, here is Dr. Ross.

- Dr. Ross, how nice of...

Good evening, Mrs. Blake.

I must apologize for not coming earlier,

but Dr. Schuyler and I'd been pretty

busy getting by settling my new practice.

- A woman doctor!

- I'm sorry.

If you're going to take all the men

into the service

I'm afraid we women all have to learn

to put up with each other.

- You seem awfully young. - Well, I do

the best I can to get over that.

Hilda, Dr. Ross has to catch the train

to San Francisco.

She came here just to do Dr. Schuyler

a favor.

You did take me by surprise,

doctor.

Unfortunately that happens to me

rather often.

You see, people are not quite used to

women doctors.

It isn't that,

I was thinking of my daughter.

- It's her birthday today

- She's lovely.

- Do you really think so?

- Of course she is.

The portrait is good of course...

No painter could capture

the real Rosemary.

Would you like a glass of sherry,

doctor?

No, thank you.

I must catch my train, you know.

But I'll be back in a couple of days

to take over Dr. Schuyler's practice.

- Who painted the portrait?

- A Polish refugee.

I never could pronounce his name.

Poor fella, died last year.

Well doctor, what did Dr. Schuyler

tell you about me?

Very little. However he did say that

since I'm to be

the only doctor in town

I'd better get acquainted with you,

as your apt to need me.

- Why should I need you?

- We are both in very good health.

- Really? I thought perhaps

your condition... - My dear.

I do not need a doctor now.

Nor do I expect to need one

in the future.

Thank you.

Mrs. Blake, I'm not trying to force

myself on you.

If you resent a women doctor as

much as you seem to,

I'll certainly be sure not to come here

again uninvited.

Ivy, show Dr. Ross to the door.

I can find my own way out

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Don't you think you were very rude

to her, Hilda?

Of course I was. I meant to be.

I don't like a jealous woman.

- Jealous? - I could see the way

she looked at Rosemary's picture.

She hated her for being prettier

than she is.

Tickets, please!

Good evening, Sergeant.

Glad to be back?

I certainly am.

Monteflores? Nice little town.

Do you live there?

- No. I'm on the way to visit someone.

- Well. Good luck.

A SHROPSHIRE LAD

- Good evening.

- Oh, good evening.

I'm sorry, I mean...

- Was there something about my book?

- Yes.

I hope you won't misunderstand,

but can you tell me your name?

Surely. I'm Leslie Ross.

The book reminded me of someone,

for a moment I thought you might be...

Well, somebody I never saw

just heard about.

I must have a pretty strange expression

on my face.

I admit I would have jumped if you'd

said; Boo! on the middle of that stare.

I really got that habit of going about

frighting women and children.

Incidently, my name is

John Meadows.

But you don't need to pay attention

if you'd prefer to read while you eat.

Not at all, I've read it so many times

I practically know it by heart.

I have, too.

You know I guess it true almost

everybody likes the SHROPSHIRE LAD.

- I really don't see why

you should pay for my dinner. - I do.

It's one of my biggest moments

in my life.

You're the first girl I've been able

to buy anything for almost two years.

Was it as much fun as you thought

it would be?

- More, I've had a swell time.

- So have I.

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