Waterloo Bridge

The resulting action, known now by all the world

has marked Sunday, September the 3rd, 1939

as a date to be long remembered.

At 11:15 this morning, the prime minister,

speaking to the nation from number 10, Downing Street,

announced that Great Britain is at war with Germany.

Meanwhile, the London public are earnestly reminded

of the emergency orders already issued.

No light of any description should be visible

after blackout time.

No dogs or cats will be allowed to roam the streets after dark

and it should be remembered that pets will not be permitted

in public air-raid shelters.

Gas masks and warm clothing

should be placed at hand before retiring

and it is suggested that a warm drink in a thermos

would be of great comfort to small children

who might have to be awakened at an unusual hour.

Every effort should be made to quiet the nerves

of those children who still remain in London

despite the evacuation, which will continue

until a late hour this evening.

Colonel Cronin's car!

I was right, Thomas. It's tonight.

- To France, sir? - Waterloo Station.

Yes, sir.

Be familiar to you, won't it, sir?

I mean, having been through the last one.

Yes, it'll be familiar.

- Thomas? - Sir?

Go by way of Waterloo Bridge, will you?

Waterloo Bridge, sir?

- We have plenty of time. - Right, sir.

Wait for me at the other end of the bridge. I'll walk across.

Right, sir.

Here. Take this.

Your good-luck charm?

Perhaps it'll bring you luck.

I hope it will.

I pray it will.

That's wonderfully kind of you.

Mm. Do you think you'll remember me now?

I think so.

I think so.

For the rest of my life.

It was a siren. I heard it distinctly.

Oh, you heard screaming. I didn't hear a thing.

- Well, I did, didn't you-- - Stop it!

There it is again.

Be quiet, please, all of you.

Pardon me, but was that an air-raid warning?

I'm afraid there was. We'll know in a minute.

An air raid. I told you we will be late.

- And madame will be furious! - We should worry about madame!

Look! Look!

Air raid!

Please, where can we go?

The underground station on your right.

- Come on, girls! - To your right! To your right!

To your right!

Stupid bag! It always does this.

Thank you so much.

Imagine they're out to strafe this bridge.

We'd better get off it.

Oh, my lucky charm.

You little fool! Are you tired of life?

I've had it for years. It brings me luck.

Such as air raids?

Do you think it'd be too unmilitary if--if we were to run?

Not at all.

Do you mind?

News weekly. Read about it. Read about it.

All about the war! Paper.

"Here, no pushing," he says.

And I says, "You'd blooming well push, you would,

if your hind legs were still outside!"

I always run about myself, as me old man says,

"A moving target is harder to hit," ain't it?

Not half.

Blimey! Herman's a ruddy marksman, ain't he?

- Herman? - Yes, Herman the German.

Oh. Oh, oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

There seems to be a certain amount of shoving.

It is a crush, isn't it?

- Hm. That one was close. - Uh, we're safe here.

There may be some space over there by the wall.

- Shall we wriggle through? - All right.

- Excuse us, please. - All right.

- Better, eh? - Yes, thanks. Much better.

- Looking for your friends? - Yes.

Perhaps they took another entrance.

- Do you mind? - Oh, no, no.

I suppose I mustn't offer you one.

Uh, no, thanks.

You're at school, aren't you?

Am I being funny?

Oh, look. That's our school.

Madame Kirowa's International Ballet.

- International ballet? - Mm-hmm.

Look here, you don't mean to say you're a dancer?

- Yes. - A professional dancer?

Uh, now and then I wonder.

And you mean you can pirouette and all that sort of thing?

Certainly. I can do an entrechat six.

I beg your pardon?

I can cross my feet six times in midair.

Nijinsky could do ten, but that only happens once in a century.

Well, it must be good for the muscles of the...

Must be good for the muscles.

I should think a dancer's muscles'd be like a strongman.

Oh, not quite. That'd be dreadful.

We try to combine slenderness with strength.

Well, I've been dancing since I was 12

and... and I don't think the muscles are overdeveloped.

Oh, no, no. Not in your case.

Of course, we have to train like athletes.

Madame believes in rigid discipline.

You expect to get to the theater tonight?

Certainly. We don't go on till 10.

- Well, I wish I could be there. - Why don't you come?

No, unfortunately, I have a colonel's dinner.

It takes a lot of nerve to miss a colonel's dinner.

- Are you home on leave? - I have been.

- My home's in Scotland. - And now you have to go back?

- To--to France, I mean. - Tomorrow.

Oh, I'm so sorry. This hateful war.

Yes, I suppose it is.

And yet there's, I don't know,

a certain amount of excitement about it, too.

Around the corner of every second,

the fascination of the unknown.

We're both facing it this instant.

Oh, we face the unknown in peacetime, too.

You're rather matter-of-fact, aren't you?

Yes. You're rather romantic, aren't you?

All clear! All clear!

Well, there we are. I'm afraid it's over.

Never enjoyed an air raid more.

Shall we go now or wait for the next?

Oh, it's very tempting, but I think we better go.

Shall I carry that?

No, no. I only drop it in emergencies.

Oh, I hope I'm around the next time it happens.

It isn't very likely, is it? You go back to France and--

- And you? - We may go to America.

Oh, that does make it unlikely. I'm sorry.

So am I.

Read all about it! Warship sank!

Read all about it.

It's so late. I'm afraid I'll have to take a taxi.

That may not be so simple.

- I wish I could have seen the-- - I don't know any--

What were you going to say?

I wish I could've seen the ballet.

Sure it would have been a pleasant memory in the trenches.

What were you going to say?

Oh, it's just that I... I don't know anyone at the front and

I'm afraid it'll bring it home to me now, knowing you.

Not that I really know you, of course.

Here you are, governor!

Thank you very much.

I hope you get back safe and sound.

Thank you.

Here. Take this.

- Your... your good-luck charm? - Perhaps it'll bring you luck.

- I hope it does. - Oh, now look here.

I-I can't take it. It means so much to you.

You'd better have it,

I was beginning to rely on it too much.

Well, that's wonderfully kind of you.

Olympic Theater, please.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Kitty, he's here. - Who?

Oh, the man in the underground?

I don't understand. He said he couldn't come.

Suppose he just came to see the show.

You don't suppose anything of the kind.

Thought you said he had to go to a colonel's dinner.

It's not what I said. It's what he said.

- He's nice, isn't he? - Hey, he's a bit of all right.

Must've ditched the colonel.

You don't think he'll come backstage, do you?

What'll madame say?

We must watch and pray.

Oh, girls! Girls! Girls!

Please! Please, do be quiet.

You know how madame hates noise.

Maureen.

What is pas de bourree?

A pas de bourree is a progression on points

by a sequence of very small, even steps.

If you know it, why don't you do it during the performance?

Elsa.

Your arabesques were jumpy.

They were positively epileptic.

Really, I was concerned for you.

Anna.

Show the young ladies, please,

how to do an entrechat quatre.

And may I ask why didn't you do it that way