The Americanization of Emily Page #2
Do you know any girls
who play a good game of bridge?
What do you think, Charlie?
Yeah. It's worth a try.
- Harry, let me borrow this for a while.
- Hey.
It's a matter of State.
- Charlie, what happened to you?
- Knock off.
An old wound, Commander?
Yes. A bit of flak I picked up
flying for the RAF in 1940.
Acts up every now and then.
Pity.
Miss Barham, do you play bridge?
Yes, I do. Why?
to be his guest...
for dinner and bridge this evening.
I see.
Just dinner and bridge. Nothing else.
I'll have you delivered
back to your quarters by 10:30.
No, thank you.
If you don't need me, Commander,
may I take my lunch?
You're something of a prig, Miss Barham.
I don't mean to be.
Sheila? Do you think I'm a prig?
Lord, yes, love.
You've been shattering us
with your virtue...
ever since you joined this motor pool.
- I've been that awful?
- Bloody virgin goddess herself.
The fact is, I'm anything but.
I'm grotesquely sentimental.
I fall in love at the drop of a hat.
That's why I gave up hospital driving.
All those men...
moaning in the back of the ambulance.
Especially the lot from Africa.
I used to read to them in my off-hours.
When they were healed,
and being sent back to the Front...
they'd come looking for me to spend
their last nights of leave with them.
Little hotel rooms.
Bed and breakfast for a guinea.
I paid the guinea myself,
more often than not.
But I couldn't say no to them, could I?
I'd just lost my husband at Tobruk.
And I was overwhelmed with tenderness
for all dying men.
As I say, I'm grotesquely sentimental.
- What on earth are you doing to your hair?
- I'm turning it red.
I'm going
to one of Charlie Madison's dos tonight.
Yes. I was asked to that one.
Does it require red hair?
Do come, love.
Charlie lays on smashing food.
All sorts of meats, fruit, real cream.
Things we haven't seen
in England for years.
You'll get a new dress out of it.
Have you been to Madison's room?
- Nope.
- You've just got to see it.
It's the swankiest shop in town.
He's got everything up there
but the crown jewels.
Here, look at this.
You can't see this at Harrods.
That's nylon, love. And this is pure silk.
I'd show you my new dress,
but I don't want the others to see.
It's Bonwit Tellers.
You've heard of that, I imagine.
You mean he actually supplies you
with a wardrobe?
Charlie dresses you proper.
Americans don't like to see their women
in uniforms.
But it all ends in someone's bed,
doesn't it?
I mean, that's the point, isn't it?
Look who's talking after
that lurid confession you've just made.
Sorry. I am a prig, at that.
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