Waterloo Bridge

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.

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