A Yank in the R.A.F. Page #3

- What are your intentions?

- Nothing good, I'm afraid.

Then you can see how impossible it is

for me to do anything for you.

Absolutely. Would you like a drink?

No, thank you, I'm on my way to call for her.

I envy you. If there's a lull

in the conversation,

you might put in a good word

for Flying Officer Roger Pillby.

If there's a lull in the conversation,

it'll be no time for recommendations.

Thank you.

- Darling.

- How are you?

- Carl, dear, I'd like you to meet Miss Jones.

- Oh, how do you do?

Miss Lynn, may I present Captain Dearing?

- Miss Jones, Captain Dearing.

- How do you do?

I, uh... I beg your pardon.

Has Miss Brown come out yet?

Well, uh, she must've left some time ago.

Oh.

Uh, just a minute.

- What are your plans?

- I had a tentative engagement, but...

- Something both of us could do?

- I don't mind.

(door opens)

OK. We'll do it in a fortnight.

(sighs)

- What are you doing here?

- Waiting to take you to supper.

I mean in that uniform.

Oh, I'm just breaking it in

for a friend. Come on.

Didn't I make it clear I don't want

anything more to do with you?

You don't have to have anything

to do with me in a restaurant.

We'll just eat, tip the waiter

and go our separate ways.

- How'd you find out where I was working?

- I've a friend in the Ministry of Information.

All right. Only cos I wanna know how you got

that uniform. We'll keep the table between us.

A splendid idea. We'll have the waiter

put food on it, too, huh?

An interesting supper. Every time I moved my

chair closer to yours, you moved yours away.

We must've looked like a merry-go-round.

You still haven't told me

what you're doing in that uniform.

Well, that ought to be perfectly clear.

I want to go where you go,

do what you do and be where you be.

Come on, warm up. We're in the same army.

That ought to make it official.

Driver, right here.

- Tim, you needn't bother to get out.

- I'll just see you to your door.

- That's all, cabby. Cheerio.

- Thank you, guv'nor.

- Good night.

- I said I'll see you to your door.

There's no harm in that, is there?

You said you wanted to say goodbye like a

gentleman. This is your chance. Goodbye.

Hadn't I better come in and open a window?

Or, if the windows are open, turn on the heat?

You've been turning it on all evening,

but it's not going to do you any good.

I give up. Here I am,

acting like a gentleman - the perfect escort.

Thoughtful, considerate...

Oh, gee, but you're beautiful.

Goodbye, honey.

Oh, Tim.

You worm.

(crash)

- What the...

- Why don't you look where you're...

l-I'm awfully sorry.

All right, go ahead.

- It was definitely our fault.

- Oh, no, no, I'm sure it was mine.

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