Green for Danger Page #3

- [Vehicle Approaching]

- Isn't that one?

Mm-mmm.

Only a car.

- Thanks. How's Barney?

- All right, sir.

Did I detect a slight note of friction

in the theatre this evening?

- Saccharin?

- Of course.

- I like Barney.

- So do I, curiously enough.

Naturally,

since you're engaged.

- We're not.

- Hmm?

- Since when?

- This evening.

Oh, I am sorry.

What's the trouble? Or shouldn't I ask?

I suppose it's my fault.

When a woman says that,

it usually means she's convinced it isn't.

Well, I don't know. We always seem

to be getting on each other's nerves.

Well, nobody's nerves

are quite what they were.

Especially after being cooped up here

for years, working long hours...

under one sort of bombardment

or another.

- I suppose not.

- Not that I ever interfere in these things.

- Don't you?

- Anyway, I never admit it.

- What's the matter?

- I was just looking at you and thinking.

- What?

- That Barney must be an awful fool.

He's not. He's sweet.

- It is my fault, in a way.

- In what way?

Well, he's probably a better sort of person

than I am altogether, but he gets so possessive.

And he's firmly of the opinion that

there should be only one man in your life.

To wit, Barney.

- It wasn't that sort of quarrel.

- Wasn't it?

Not really.

[V-1 Passing Overhead]

That wasn't a car.

[V-1 Stops]

[Explosion]

That was near.

[Eden]

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

[Man]

Look out!

[Groaning, Muttering]

It's cut out.

It's coming down.

Hear it?

It's gonna hit us!

It's all right. It's gone over.

You're quite safe.

I had just come into the ward

when he started.

[Moaning]

London under fire.

Terrible V-1!

Terrible V-1!

Churchill telling lies.

Telling lies to save...

- What is it?

- I don't know. Some sort of quotation.

- [Muttering Continues]

- Don't talk any more, old man.

Take it easy.

There's nothing to worry about.

You're going to sleep now.

Give him a sixth of morphia.

I'd just come to look for you, Mr. Eden,

about the operation tomorrow.

- I understand you want it at 10:00.

- That's right, Sister.

- Then I'll put back the cartilage until 11:00.

- Thank you, Sister.

- Good night, Mr. Eden.

- Good night, Sister.

[Higgins Moaning, Sobbing]

[Sobbing]

Oh, there you are, Esther.

Where have you been?

It must be awfully late.

- Freddi overslept or something.

- There's some cocoa for you. I'll heat it up.

- Please don't bother. I don't want anything.

- Esther.

Esther, what's the matter?

Mr. Eden wants me to leave here.

Well, he's very sensible.

You should never have come back.

- I can't go yet. I won't!

- Well, it's up to you.

Are you sure you're all right?

- He saw I was upset over Higgins.

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