Waterloo Bridge Page #3

by your presence in it.

The ballet honors you.

Are there questions?

Hm.

- Yes, madame?

- The note, Kitty.

The note that was handed to you.

Oh, well, it... It's just from an old friend,

a man I used to know in a show.

I don't need to be reminded

that you were a chorus girl in a revue.

- Your behavior...

- Madame.

- Myra.

- No, Kitty. It's for me, madame.

Then you may read it.

Aloud, please.

- Madame, I...

- Read it, please.

(SIGHS)

"As you see, I cannot bear to spend

my last evening with my colonel after all.

Please have supper with me.

Your friend of the shelter.

P.S. I am sure you will

because I have a good-luck charm...

...which has already changed my luck."

- And the signature?

- There isn't one.

And if there were one, what would it be?

I don't know. I only know he's an officer.

Indeed?

I must emphasize that if you want

supper parties, officers and delights...

...you shouldn't be here with me

but in other occupation.

Lydia, paper, please.

A war is no excuse for indecorum.

Write, please. "Dear sir."

What's his rank?

Captain.

"Dear captain."

- Here you are, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

No-go, sir?

No, I'm afraid not.

Oh, captain. Captain. Wait a minute.

I'm Kitty, Myra's friend.

Where do you want to meet her?

What? Myra?

- Oh, how do you do?

- I do very well, thank you.

- But where do you want to meet her?

- Well, l... But she, uh, she refused.

Oh, take no notice.

The old dragon made her write that.

- She'll come after all?

- Name the place.

- Yes, does she know the Candlelight Club?

- No, but I do.

- Good, then. I'll be there in an hour, say?

- An hour.

Look here.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

Myra's just a sweet child.

You can see that, can't you?

I can see that, Kitty.

Bye-bye, captain.

(LAUGHS)

MYRA:
Hello.

- Oh, hello.

I'm delighted. I was afraid Kitty

had directed you to the wrong place.

Oh, no, but your note was read out

before the whole class.

Were you embarrassed?

Yes, and so would you have been.

Ha, ha, I dare say. I'm afraid

I've made it difficult for you.

Well, you gave up the colonel,

so I expect I made it difficult for you too.

Yes, you did, but I have my reward.

It was wonderful of you to come.

- Shall we go in?

- All right.

Excuse me.

How nice you look.

Thank you.

(ROY CHUCKLES)

What do dancers eat?

Oh, dull things mostly.

Nutritious yet not fattening.

Oh, no, not tonight.

What could you suggest that would be

particularly rich and indigestible?

- The grouse is very nice, sir.

- Mm-hm.

And wine. It isn't against the rules

for a dancer to drink a little light wine, is it?

- Tonight...

- Good. Number 40, please.

Number 40, sir.

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