I Know Where I'm Going!

'When Joan was only one,

she already knew where she was going.

'Going right? Left?

'No - straight on. '

'When she was five she was writing,

"'Dear Father Christmas,

"'I don't want a doll,

and I don't want a big red ball.

"'What I want is a pair of silk stockings,

"'and I mean silk, not artificial. "'

'She was 12 before she got

her first silk stockings

'and they were artificial.

'See? All the other girls are waiting

for the bus.

'And waiting.

'Look - here she comes,

straight for the milk van.

'Is she going to get a lift? She is. '

'At 18, she's a working girl

and still knows what she wants.

'A boy wants to take her to the movies,

twice a week, if she'll let him.

'She would rather dine at the best hotel

in town, even if it's only once a month.

'There she is, that tall, skinny girl.

'Will he take her? He will. '

'She's 25 now, and in one thing

she's never changed -

'she still knows where she's going. '

Good evening, Miss Webster.

Good evening, Lon.

- (Lively big band jazz)

- Hello, darling.

l thought you were spending

your holiday at home.

Sorry, darling, but you see me most

weekends. Did you bring my money?

Yes. Here you are.

47pounds 11s 9d.

Sign the receipt and count the money.

- You don't mind my taking it all out?

- lt's your money.

As your bank manger, l prefer you to

keep the account open. As your father...

- Nothing for me.

- You must have something tonight.

He'll have a sherry. You love sherry.

- And the usual for you, Miss Webster.

- Thank you.

- What do you mean, usual?

- Gin and Dubonnet.

You've no consideration for my position.

Oh, darling, be reasonable.

Think of all these girls -

their fathers have positions.

Not everybody's father's

a bank manager.

Thank you, miss.

Darling.

Please stop being a bank manager

for once, just be my father for tonight.

Now, Joan, l've come

all the way from Eccleshall,

you know l don't like being seen

in expensive places.

- You know what my clients would say...

- Daddy.

- l'm going to be married.

- What?

- Your table, Miss Webster.

- Thank you, Fred.

Let's go in, darling. Bring your drink!

Diamond, eh? Who is he?

Excuse me.

That's your works pass. You can't marry

Consolidate Chemical lndustries.

Can't l?

No other name on this except your own.

Then...

- You can't mean...

- Just what l do mean.

Robert Bellinger's

one of the wealthiest men in England.

Anything wrong with the soup,

Miss Webster?

We were talking. lt's cold now.

Will you take it away?

Now, look here, Joan, stop acting.

You're not Lady Bellinger yet.

(Chuckles)

Anyway, you'll come with me

to the station?

- Tonight?

- l'm picking up the Scotch express.

- You're going to Glasgow?

- Further, the Western lsles.

Have you got a ticket?

There'll be a queue.

lt's all arranged.

l'm going to an island called Kiloran.

- Where is it?

- ln the Hebrides.

lt takes a day and a night to get there.

lt's his island, we're going to be married

there away from...people.

- Have you ever been there?

- Often.

- What?

- ln my dreams.

He's told me all about it.

There's an old house

and the war's a million miles away.

There are the famous sands and sheep

and birds and grey Atlantic seals.

Bellinger must be nearly as old as l am.

And what's wrong with you, darling?

- Come on, Daddy, let's dance.

- No, no, Joan.

Oh, come on, Daddy, you can dance.

You taught me to dance!

- Good evening, Hunter.

- Good evening. Follow me.

l hope you will be comfortable, miss.

- (Man) Thanks, Mr Hunter.

- l made sure you weren't over the wheel.

- lt's lovely, Hunter.

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