Hot Enough for June

What's that? A rabbit's foot, of course.

Hello.

It's for you.

Hallo.

Yes, well just write the usual letter.

And you better start thinking about a replacement.

Just a moment. I think we've get a job for you.

You must be mistaken, my name is Whistler … Nicholas Whistler.

Oh, that's right. Interview tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.

But you can't have a job for me.

I'm a writer. It say so on my passport.

Well, you know the regulations: Any job your qualified for you've got to go for.

Otherwise you lose your unemployment benefit. Right.

You seem to know. What is it?

A firm of glass manufacturers. Trainee executive.

Trainee executive! Me?

- That's ridiculous! - Yes.

Queen to bet?

How long's this game going on for? I was going to some more work tonight.

I thought you'd given up writing in favour of industry.

No. Not on your life! Two and six.

I'll fold.

I'll see that.

Hey Nick, um... how'd you get on with that bird I saw you with in Finch's?

Watch it, Fred, he's a bit touchy on that subject.

Oh, shut up!

When he finally got round to chatting her up, she said she's not feeling it.

Not feeling it.

Lorena is a great girl, a fine background.

She's got a brother in the Navy and an account at Harrods

and the longest legs in Earls Court.

She's been coming round here twice a day ever since.

She says she's going to try and release the springs of his creative talent.

She's here now.

Have a nice bath, dear?

Mmm. Divine, thanks.

And don't start moaning about the mess because I've

cleaned up absolutely everything.

I'll bet er... ten.

You really are going mad tonight, aren't you?

He can afford it.

He's got the love of a good woman and he's going after a job in the morning.

Executive in one of Britian's great industrial empires.

He'll be nursing the fortunes of thousands of honest little investors.

All for about seven quid a week, I imagine.

It'll ruin your creative talent.

Oh, belt up!

Well, they'll have you writing advertising copies for electric light bulbs,

or gold fish bowls, or something.

It's the first step on the downward path.

There's nothing to actually say I'm going to get the job, is there?

Good morning sir, can I help you?

Ah well, I... I think I've got an appointment with a.

Mr... er... Cunliffe or something, I don't know.

You must be Mr. Whistler.

I believe I must be.

Mr. Cunliffe was expecting you earlier.

Was he?

I'll find out if he can see you now.

There's a Mr. Whistler to see you, sir.

Wheel him in.

Thank you.

Ah, Mr. Whistler.

I'm so glad you could get here.

Well now, you're interested, are you, in this little opening of ours?

Well, I don't know what it is yet, do I?

Glass, Mr. Whistler, glass.

Oil may be the substance on which our civilization runs...

but glass is what enables us to see where we are going.

Or, as in the case of a driving mirror, where we came from.

Well, I don't suppose you are aware of the vast technilogcal advances

that have been made in our field.

No, I don't suppose I am.

Do you realize that we are now in a position

to construct a car entirely from glass?

Wheels, moving parts, the engines... the entire car.

If d be a bit difficult to see it coming, wouldn't it?

Yes. Well, that's my side of it, isn't it?

Now then, tell me about yourself.

Where did you go to school?

Oh well, you know, here and there. No particular...

school at all, really.

A varied background, but I like a boy who's been through the mill.

Now about Military Service?

I was very lucky about that, I er...

I managed to get out of it.

You don't like the military life?

Oh no, I'm a frightful coward.

Well, we're not all cut out to be soldiers, are we?

The Labour Exchange tells me you speak a bit of Czech.

Is that correct?

Well, I was born there.

In Prague.

A delightful city. But you're British now, of course.

I'm British now.

You're a writer?

Well, I try.

Anything published?

Not recently, actually, no.

The public not quite ready for you, I expect.

Never mind, you seem just the sort of chap who'd fit in here.

I do?

Oh yes.

We've interviewed a lot of chaps for this job, you know.

None of them seem to have the imaginative type of mind we're looking for.

I don't see why you shouldn't fit in and go right to the top.

There are openings all the time, you know.

What are you prepared to pay while I'm waiting for these openings?

Oh, I suppose you'd pull in about two thousand a year.

Forty... forty quid a week?

Yes, that's right. With expences, of course.

That's really very reasonable, isn't it?

Yes. Well, why don't you mull it over during the weekend

and then come and see us, mmm?

If you think you'd like the job, I'm sure we could start you off.

Yes, all right, then.

Well, I... I'll see you on Monday, then.

Oh, shall we say ten o'clock?

Fine.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Well, what do we make of him?

Well, he doesn't seem a very keen type, does he?

Do you suppose he's reliable?

Well, I'll get someone to do a security check on him over the weekend.

But, after all, it's only a В«one offВ» job. Isn't it?

I mean, he's nothing more than a courier really.

Yes, I suppose so. Still...

I'd be a lot happier if he'd been to er... decent school.

Yes.

I'm holding a call from the Russian Embassy for you, sir.

It is very naughty of them to use this number, they're not supposed to know it.

All right, put it through.

Well, shall I put it through the scrambler, sir?

I should have thought this was one of the few occasions

when we want them to try and understand what we're saying.

Hallo, yes.

Oh, yes.

Ah, dos vedanya to you, too.

I've never heard of him.

Who?

Oh, did you?

Oh, well that's good.

Thank you so much for letting us know. Goodbye.

Bloody show offs!

They've pulled in another of our chaps.

Who've they got?

Carruthers. Rumania.

Rumania.

Yes, all right, I know.

Shall we inform the P.M.

I should think he's got enough on his plate.

We'd better arrest one of theirs, otherwise they'll think we're losing face.

The trouble is, we don't seem to be able to keep track on them like we used to.

They're getting very thin on the ground, aren't they?

Well, what about that one all on his own up there?

Well's there's a bit of an argument about him.

We've always maintained that he's one of theirs

but the chaps at the War Office say he's one of ours.

Perhaps you'd better leave him where he is for the moment.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of that.

You'd better go ahead and get a replacement for Carruthers.

Right. Shall I put in the usual chit to the Ministry?

Yes. By the way.

They got at poor Carruthers through some woman which he'd taken up with.

You might try and find someone who's not quite so susceptible in that direction,

- will you? - Right.

On the other hand, don't lean too far in the other direction, either.

Ah, good morning, Mr. Whistler.

My secretary tells me that you've decided to join us.

I must say, I think that's a very wise decision.

- Thank you. - Won't you go in?

I'd like you to meet one of your new colleagues.

Roger, I want you to meet Nicolas Whistler who's joining us today.

This is Mr. Allsop, our Personal Manager.

How do you do. Nice to have you with us.

Thank you very much.

Shall we all sit down.

Thank you.

I expect you're wondering what you're going to do here for the first few weeks?

Well, yes, I am. Rather.

Well, it's a bit of luck you know, you're joining us just now.

- Mr. Jones... - Who?

Mr. Jones our Sales Manager.

Well, really, you'll forget your name next.

Oh, yes.

Our Mr. Jones is off to Prague and doesn't speak a word of Czech.

I thought perhaps you'd like to go along.

To Prague?

Yes, There's no personal reason to prevent you from traveling, is there?

Oh no, no, no, indeed, on the contrary.

Fine.

Bu... but isn't Prague behind the... the thing, you know?

Behind the iron curtain and all that sort of rot.

Oh yes, but we still trade with those countries, you know.

Mind you, the government doesn't like us to advertise the fact,

but they realize it has to happen. Don't worry about that.

The chaps at the Chech's State Glass Factory will welcome you with open arms.

Won't they, Roger?

Oh, yes... yes, I should imagine you... you'll have an absolutely gorgeous time.