That Kind of Girl

One will do for you two.

Ah, here we are. Some more of those there.

Hello, Max. Still at it? - Yeah, still at it.

This paper, what does it mean?

It's a campaign for nuclear disarmament. It's a "ban the bomb" march.

- I see, that's nice. - Nice?

- Yeah, you must be foreign, eh? - Yes, I am from Austria.

Oh. Now, let me see.

In Deutsch that's...

Der Marsch gegen der atomisch Bomber.

Ach, natürlich. You speak German well.

I wish I did. I'm studying it at night school.

I take lessons also.

Look, we got people from all countries going on this march.

Why don't you come with us?

It's a protest to stop them making the bomb.

- It is difficult for me. - Look, you don't have to decide now.

I would have to ask. I'm with a family, an au pair.

Well, look, think about it. I've got to be going.

Must... You must leave?

Well, I've got to get rid of this lot and I'm late already.

You know, I've got an idea. We could help each other.

With the languages, I mean. You know, we could teach one another.

Yes, but my English is so bad.

Oh, that don't matter.

- Are you doing anything tonight? - I was going to a club in Bayswater.

It's very nice. You can dance and all the foreign students go there.

- Yeah, I'll bet it's for members only. - Not if you're invited.

- I'll be there at 9:00. - Oh, I don't know about dancing.

I ain't much good at this twisting lark.

Oh, you have to be a contortionist.

Oh, look, come on.

Look.

Max, listen to the music.

Listen to it? It's deafening me.

Look, pretend you're drying your back with a towel.

- That's it, swing the hips. - Yes.

That's it.

Oh, that's all right, innit?

- Ta. - Thank you.

- I told you I don't dance. - Max, now you're angry.

You're so serious, but I like it.

Well, I'm not a playboy if that's what you mean.

Well, what with working at the library all day

and evening class at night, it don't leave much time for dancing.

Tell me about your job.

Oh, I told you I work at the public library, don't I?

- You work so hard. - I like books.

I do a lot of reading on the side.

Technical writer, that's what I want to be.

Yeah, we got a foreign languages section, too.

Goethe, Schiller, Thomas Mann.

We had them at school in Austria. My father reads Schiller.

You're lucky. My old man don't read anything but the newspapers.

And then that's just to see what's on television.

You live at home?

What? It's like bloody Coronation Street down there.

No, I got out as soon as I got me first job.

You quarrelled with your parents?

Oh, no, we didn't quarrel. No, I just had to get out of that place.

You see, we didn't talk the same language.

Here, tell me. What do the Austrians think of Hitler?

- Oh... - May I?

- Please. - Please yourself.

Thank you.

- You're German, aren't you? - No, from Austria.

Oh, it's near enough. They all little darlings like you?

Oh.

- Who is the boyfriend? - Oh, that's Max.

Oh, is he "the" boyfriend?

Well, he's very nice.

Oh, I don't think he's exactly mad about me, somehow.

- What's your name? - Eva.

- A very pretty name. - Thank you.

Mine's Elliot.

- Max taking you to supper? - No, he didn't say so.

Well, he's missed his chance then, hasn't he?

- You know the Maroc? - What's that?

Well, it's a nightclub.

- I've never been to a real nightclub. - Oh.

Where I come from there are no nightclubs.

What are we waiting for?

I would like to. No I can't, not tonight, I invited Max.

Tomorrow then?

Um...

- I'll have to ask. - What? Max?

- No, the family I am with. - Oh.

Ring me up, Flaxman, 83-22.

Flaxman, 83-22.

Right, I'll phone you.

Tell me, what do the Austrians think about Hitler?

- Thank you. - That's all right.

Thank you.

- Enjoy it? - Yes.

You have to go to bed now.

Eva, there's a telephone call for you.

Oh!

It's all right. I'll look after him.

Thank you, Mrs Millar.

Come on. It's time you're in bed, isn't it?

Yes, please. Elliot.

Tonight? I don't know. One moment, please.

- Mr Millar. - Yes, Eva?

It's Elliot. He has tickets for the theatre.

Do you think Mrs Millar would mind if I went out tonight?

Well, that's the third time you've been out with him this week.

- Suppose it's all right. - Thank you.

Elliot, it's all right. Yes, I'll be ready.

See you soon. Bye.

- Eva and her boyfriends. - Oh, it's natural, I suppose.

Wouldn't mind dating her myself.

I wonder what you'd find to talk about. I wonder what any of them do.

This Elliot she's been going out with sounds quite intelligent.

And Max works in a library.

Didn't she have a date with Max tonight?

Yes, she did.

Going to be a bit of a mix-up if they arrive at the same time.

That's just like Eva. Absolutely nothing up here.

- Would you like a drink, darling? - No, not just now.

Still, one can't help liking her. And Nicholas adores her.

Yes, but she's a bit of a responsibility.

I'm damn sure she couldn't go out like that at home.

At home? She has to be in by 10 o'clock. She said so.

Anyway, I've told her. All these young men

she's going out with are only after one thing.

Enjoying yourself?

- Like anything else? - I'm completely fed up.

Oh, I hope not.

Waiter.

- Liqueur, sir? - Yes.

What would you like, darling? Cognac, Tia Maria, something like that?

Elliot, you know I don't drink.

You already had some wine.

A little, and only because you ordered Liebfraumilch.

Oh, come on, have something. This is a celebration.

Please, no.

- I'll have a large brandy and coffee. - For two, sir?

- Yes, for two. - Thank you.

(ON MIC) It's cabaret time at the Latin Quarter.

To open our show tonight we have pleasure in presenting

the fabulous Margo.

Elliot, why is it a celebration?

Oh. For us.

For you and me.

You know, Eva, in my business, advertising,

there's so much insincerity.

Everybody's always trying to sell, sell, sell.

That's why it means so much to meet a girl like you.

- Why me? - Because you're so direct.

Because you always say exactly what you mean.

You like that? I'm not clever enough to say anything else.

You're very, very sweet.

Why you are not married, a handsome man like you?

There you go.

- Tell me, why? - Big question.

You are divorced?

No, I suppose I never met the right girl.

There was a girl once. We were engaged.

- Or as good as. - And?

She met a man she liked better.

Well, after that, it rather finished me for that sort of thing.

But that's terrible.

You ought to have a house and children and someone to look after you.

Oh, feel like taking me on?

Well, I'm too much of an old bachelor for the patter of tiny feet,

nappies hanging on the line.

- You like children, don't you? - I love them.

When I marry I'm going to have six.

Are you, indeed? That's a warning.

I tell you what. Let's finish here and go back to my place for coffee.

Elliot, I can't.

It's late and I promised Mrs Millar.

Oh, what's it to do with her?

They treat you as though you were still in pigtails.

It isn't that. Elliot, no.

What is it then, Eva?

Because you have been so kind to me,

taking me out, and it's wonderful being with you.

And I don't know what I shall do.

Now you look just like a little boy.

I've never been with a man.

Oh, now look, just don't worry.

Waiter! Bill.

- Oh, leave those for the morning. - All right.

- Will you lock up? - Yes.

I say, Eva's a bit late, isn't she?

I expect she'll look like death warmed up again tomorrow.

Eva!

Can we do it again? - Yeah, of course.

Eva!

Off you go.

Hey. It's me afternoon off. I thought I'd find you here.

I've been ringing you for the past fortnight.

They said you'd ring me at the library.

Um, Mrs Millar must have forgotten.

Like you forgot our date, remember?

Eva!

Okay, but be careful.

Look, if you don't want to go out with me

you've only got to say so, I can take the hint.