Next Time We Love (1936) - full transcript

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It's right down
this street here.

What's the name of
the place, buddy?
The George Washington?

No. Martha Washington.
It's a hotel for women.

Oh, yeah?

There it is,
right where that light is.

Wait right here.

Will you call up
Ms. Cicely Hunt and tell her
Mr. Tyler's here, please?

Just a minute, young man.
Oh, no. I'm in a hurry.
She's waiting for me.

Cicely Hunt?
She's checked out.

Oh, well, there must be
some mistake. Will you ring
her room anyway, please?

There's no one in her room.
She's checked out, I told you.



Oh, there's a young lady
over there seems to be
waiting for somebody.

Cicely.

Hey, Cicely, darling,
you've got to wake up.

(MOANS)

Hey, you've got a train
to catch, young lady.
It leaves at 6:30.

Hmm?

Oh.

I'm sorry, darling.
I hate to wake you up.
You looked so funny asleep.

Oh, porter,
put those in the taxi,
will you?

Oh, I was having
such a nice dream.
Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.
Pennsylvania Station.

I meant to get up sooner,
but our city editor
kept us all waiting around

for a flash on
Lindbergh's flight to Paris.

Oh, any word?
No. He hasn't
been sighted yet.



I had to cover the story
about the referee

stopping the fight
at the Polo Grounds
to pray for Lindbergh.

Pretty good yarn.

Front page?
Well, I hope to tell you
the front page.

That's two front page
stories this week.

Pretty soon they'll be putting
your name on your stories.

Yeah.

This cab goes fast enough,
but that train will go
a lot faster.

It's pretty awful, isn't it?
Oh, darling,
don't talk like that.

"Parting is
such sweet sorrow."

Whoever said that?

Juliet, I think.
A lot she knew.

(BABY CRYING)

I could have let you
dream a little longer.

I'm glad you didn't.
It gives us this
many more minutes.

I'll meet you
at the train, boss.
All right, fine.

It'll be weeks and weeks,
won't it, before we...

Oh, you'll be busy.

(GIGGLES)

Yes. Junior prom
with little boys
from Princeton.

Rehearsals for
The Merchant of Venice.

Student Council.

Well, anyway, there's just
one more year after that.

By that time,
you'll be wealthy
and important.

A year and a half almost.

Time enough for you
to meet girls who've
already gotten started,

newspaperwomen
and artists and, well,
not just college girls.

Yes, and time enough for you
to meet a lot of college guys

who have time for weekends.

I don't mean that any more
than you meant what you said.

Chris, if you did meet a girl
you didn't have to wait for,
I'd understand.

What would you understand?
It doesn't seem
fair to you, that's all.

A girl away at college
is such a useless person
to be in love with.

Darling, I think
you're very sweet

and understanding
about a young man's problems,

but do you mind very much
if I just go on loving you

and do without the artist
or the newspaperwoman
or whatever she is?

If there was one,
I'd come right up
and scratch her eyes out.

Trains for Manhattan Transfer.

Newark, Elizabeth,
Princeton Junction,

Trenton and Atlantic City.

All aboard!

We still have time.
Let's wait out here.

(EXCLAIMS)

What'll I tell Ms. Dudley
about the dentist?

Dentist?
That was my excuse
to come to New York.

Well, don't you have an old
inlay that looks like new?

Yeah. There's one looks like
it's been put in today.

Yeah?
Right there.

I put your bag under
the third seat, boss.
Oh, fine. Here.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Well, I suppose
there's some satisfaction
in doing what's sensible.

Yes. Particularly
when there isn't much choice.

You ought to do what I do.

When you get up
in the morning, you should
say to yourself, "Day by day,

"in every way, I get sensibler
and sensibler."

CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

Cicely, darling,
what would happen if you
didn't take this train?

Why? It wouldn't matter
if you wanted me to stay.

Now stay right there.
Stay right there.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

If there's anything
I object to

it's demonstrations
of affection in public places.

Me, too.

It's just one flight up.

The key.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Chris, I like this.
I don't really rate
all this luxury.

I... I mean...

I mean bedroom
and sitting room.

They just let me
have it while...
While the real tenant is away.

He's a foreign correspondent
on our paper,
down in Mexico now.

What will you do
when he comes back?

Oh, well, they'll send him
away someplace else,
Timbuktu or someplace.

Is that how newspaper
correspondents live?

Well, the successful ones do.

Lots of people who got
famous afterwards lived
in this house, didn't they?

Important people.

Yeah.
The landlady will tell you
all about them sometime.

She's the Italian woman
who lives in the basement

and cooks marvelous
spaghetti dinners for
her favorite tenants.

Yeah. She'll tell you
all about them.

Oh, she'll tell you
about O. Henry.

He used to live
right here in this house.

You told me.

Oh.

Darling,
I know as well as you do
we're making conversation

and doing it badly.

Never mind, let's go on.

Well, you might take off
your hat and coat.

I mean, I wouldn't take it
too seriously if you did.

I mean...

There really isn't
very much of a view
from here,

but we have a very fine
view of a tree from
this one over in there.

Oh, nice.

(SNIFFING)

I can smell the North River
and almost see the ships.

Hey, Cicely, you're shaking.
No, I'm not.

Oh, my darling,
say you're glad
and I'll be glad.

Or say you're sorry
if that's true.

I'll send you back to college
on the next train.

I'll think of some excuse
that will be all right.

I'm glad!

What made you decide
not to take the train?

You asked me not to.
No. I mean
what made you say yes?

Oh, I made up my mind
long ago I'd say yes
if you ever asked me to stay.

There's never been
anyone else for me.
Nor for me.

Chris, I can't be...

I can't be sensible.

Not when you're
so close and I'm so happy.

Where do I sit? Here?
Just not too close.

Chris, just because I got off
that train this morning,
I don't want you to think...

Well, I mean,
it isn't necessary...
Think what?

Well...

Are you trying to tell me that
I don't have to marry you?

Why, darling...
Somebody has to be sensible.

A girl at 21
is older in many ways
than a man is at 25.

Oh, yeah? Yeah,
I know all about that
superstition, Grandma.

If I were your grandmother,
you know what I'd advise you?

What big eyes
you have, Grandma.

I'm serious.
If I came to you and said,

"Grandma, I love this girl
and I earn $25 a week
as a newspaper reporter,

"and I want to marry and
live happily ever after,"
do you know what I'd say?

No. What would you say,
Grandma?

I'd say,
"It's the spring, my son,
nothing but the spring."

The trouble with you, Grandma,
is you're old fashioned.

And the trouble with you,
Grandpa, is that I adore you.

There's somebody at the door.

Hey! Hey! Tommy, come here.
A friend of mine.

Cicely, this is Thomas Abbott.
Cicely Hunt.

He lives downstairs in front.
He's in the motion picture
business and he's crazy.

How do you do, Tommy?
How do you do?

Hey, what are you doing out
at this hour in the morning?

I was just coming in.

Well, how long
will it take you to pull
yourself together?

How much together?

Mr. Abbott,
how would you like to be
a witness at our wedding?

Hey, let me get
this thing straight.
Something about a wedding?

Yep.
Yours, I suppose?

When?
This morning.

Now go on.
Get a shower and get dressed.
But, Chris!

What am I going to wear?

My blue georgette
or my striped pants?

Have you got striped pants?

Have I got striped pants.

Then he can be our best man
if he has striped pants.

Well, I don't suppose
the best man can say,
"This is so sudden."

I didn't get a chance
to say it myself.

Well, let's get organized.
Now, who you going
to get for best maid?

I mean maid of honor.
I don't know.

Everybody I know
is off at school.

Why not Madame Donato?
Why not?

I'll rush right down
and ask her.

I'll have to call
the office, too.

I'll be right back, darling.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

And I thought the best man
was the one supposed to do
the rushing around.

You know, calming
the hysterical bride
or sobering up the bridegroom.

There must be something...
Sobering up?

There's an idea,
a cold shower.

Right away, quick. Goodbye.
I'll see you later.

Goodbye.

(CORK POPPING)

And now we drink to...
Let's see, who do we
drink to now?

There's nobody left.

Look, let's just drink.

I've got an idea.
How about the clerk
in the marriage bureau?

Yes.
To the clerk.

Now, wait. Don't drink it
all on the clerk.
I want to propose a toast.

Here's to Tommy.

May he be as good a friend
of Chris and Cicely
as he is of just Chris.

(COUGHS)

That's a very nice toast,
even if it did
get up your nose.

I guess I'm not used
to drinking champagne.

Oh, well, cold shower,
champagne. Champagne,
cold shower. So it goes.

I'm so happy!
Oh, my darling!

(CLEARS THROAT)

I've got to call the office.

Oh, why bother?
They get newspapers
out every day.

No, I'd better call them.
I'll be right back.

I wonder what it is they do
to newspapermen to make them
work so hard?

Maybe they hypnotize them.
They don't have to do
anything to Chris.

I know. He likes his work,
and I envy him.

I hope he never stops.

I think that's what makes him
such an exciting person.

I'm sorry.
That's all right.
It's your wedding day.

Go ahead and talk about him.

There doesn't seem to be
much else on my mind

except my marriage
and what I've got to do
not to spoil it.

Aren't you beginning
to worry a little early?
It's only 2:00.

Oh, I'm in such a whirl,
I can't make sense.

What I mean is, well,
I've made a resolution.

I'm simply not going to be
a burden to Chris.

How do you propose
not to be a burden?

I'm going to have work
of my own to do.

You see, we both feel
that the trouble
with most marriages

is that the women haven't
got anything to do.

They just hang on to the man
and keep them from doing
the things they want to.

And you've figured
all that out
since this morning?

No. We've done a lot of
talking about marriage.
In theory, anyway.

Only now it's
sneaked up on you.
Yes.

Just what sort of work
do you want to do?

I'd like to go on the stage.

Can you act?

I did quite a lot in college.

Well, I know a lot of
people in the theater.
Maybe I can help you.

That would be nice.

Uh-oh.
Bad news from the front.

Of all the dirty tricks!
What's the matter?

Somebody just murdered
Dutch Hoeffler.
A friend of yours?

Yeah. No. No.
He's a gangster.

They want me to go over
to Jersey City right away
and get the dope.

Well, didn't you tell them
you just got married?

Yes, I told them
and they told me

Dutch Hoeffler
just got murdered,

so what about it?

You see, I wrote
the first story on Dutch
when he was first arrested.

Now it's all broken wide open.
I don't know what to do.

Of course you have to go,
darling.

It's not a very nice
wedding day for you.

I would marry a newspaperman.

I don't know
when I'll be back.

Oh, I... Here's the key
to the apartment.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Tommy.
Bye, Chris.

Well, I guess, I...
Oh, have some champagne.

No, thank you.
I've been up so long,
I guess I'm a little jittery.

I don't wonder.

You must think
I'm an awful ninny,
all my talk about marriage

and Chris' work,
and now just because
he has to go to Jersey City...

I've got an idea.

I'm due at a dress rehearsal
of a play my company
is considering for pictures.

If you want to go along
it's okay. You can leave
whenever you want to.

Would it be all right?
Certainly.

And besides, you'll meet
some people in the theater
it'll be good for you to know.

Oh, I'd love to go.
All right. Hey, boy.

WAITER: Yes, sir.

Good evening, Madame Donato.
Hello, Mrs. Tyler.

Is Mr. Tyler in?
Yes. He just threw me out.

He is? Do you suppose
it's all right for me
to go up?

I think if you be very quiet.
It's all right.
I have work to do, too.

Good night.
Good night.

How are you, darling?
How'd the rehearsal go?

Oh, Chris, listen.
Mr. Jennings just gave me
two new lines.

Isn't that marvelous?

Wonderful.
Listen, how's your work going?

Listen. Wait till I...
Listen to this...

I'm sorry.
It wasn't anything.
You go on.

I just finished
this Mussolini thing
for Sunday.

Oh, did you? Read it to me.

Want to hear it?
Yeah.

The disaster at Caporetto
was a nightmare five days old

and now still
through the village
north of the Piave,

deserters slunk homeward
with no one to hinder them.

Italy had not been
more utterly at the mercy
of the enemy

since the last of
the Roman legions
fled from Attila.

Only one man to rally
a prostrate nation,

Mussolini raised
his shrill voice

above the babbling panic
and put new courage into
the hearts of his countrymen.

That was his real beginning.

Oh, that's grand, Chris.

You think
that's all right, huh?

You don't think
it's too fancy?

Certainly not.
Wait till I put
my things away.

I don't know. I think maybe
I'll tone it down a little.

I wouldn't change
a single word of it.

You wouldn't?
No.

Look, Chris, would you mind
cuing me? I want to be sure
of these new lines.

Sure. Sure.
Where does it start?
Right there?

"Bell."

(MIMICS BELL RINGING)

Yes, Mr. Cranton.
"And a little buttered toast."

Yes, Mr. Cranton.

Mr. Cranton,
I hope you won't mind
my saying this, but...

"Ahead my child."

Well, I couldn't help
overhearing what Mr. Brown
said to you,

and I want you to know
that I'm terribly sorry
and if...

I'd do anything to help you.
Anything at all.

Look, darling,
that last line...
Yes. What about it?

(STUTTERS) I don't think
you mean that you'd do
anything for him.

I mean, when you say
"anything at all" like that,

it sort of sounds
as if you mean that...

That's the way
I did it at rehearsal,
exactly like that.

Oh, I know, I know, but,

after all, you're just playing
a maid's part. You don't have
to get so emotional about it.

I'm not emotional.

All right. Okay. I...

Okay. Forget about it.

I just thought...
Now we'll go on, here.
"Kind of you."

"Kind of you"?

What's the matter?
Nothing.

Maybe I'd just better
go over it myself.

Well, I'm sorry, darling.
I didn't think you'd mind
a little honest criticism.

I don't mind criticism.

But you wouldn't like it
if I made fun of your story.

Anyhow, I don't need
to do it now.

Well, wait a minute. I...
It's all right.

Chris.

Oh, I'm such a goose.

Darling, I'm so ashamed,
taking myself so seriously.

Well, I got a lot
of nerve trying to
tell you how to act.

But it is fun, isn't it?
Each of us so busy
and getting on a little.

That's just the way
we figured, isn't it?

Can it keep on like this
getting better and better,
month after month?

Sometimes I'm so happy
it frightens me.

Yeah, you always
want to worry about
something, don't you?

Please read me
the rest of your story.

Oh, no. After you've
read me your scene.

Give me a kiss first?

MAN: All right, I'll tell him.
Goodbye.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

I'll be back after dinner.
About 9:00.
Yes, Mr. Carteret.

Hello, Mr. Carteret.
Hello, Tyler.

I read your Sunday story
on Russia.
Thank you very much, sir.

I didn't say I liked it.

For plain reporting,
it's a little too fancy.
Not enough facts.

It's pretty hard to get
the facts when you're
5,000 miles away.

Where'd you learn Italian?

Oh, when I was a kid,
my family dragged me
over most of Europe.

You speak any other languages?
French and German.

I suppose you've heard
about the vacancy
in our Rome office?

Yes, sir, I heard about that.

Oh, I see.

That accounts
for all those European
Sunday stories of yours.

Oh, no, I wouldn't say that.

See me after dinner.
About 9:00.

Yes, sir.

Wait down there somewhere.
I'll only be a minute.

(DOOR RATTLES)

(SHUSHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

You know,
you two are beginning
to get on my nerves.

Finish your drink
and beat it, will you?

Has Ms. Tyler gone on yet?

She's upstairs.
She'll be down in a minute.

Okay. Thanks.

Chris!
Darling!

Darling,
the most marvelous thing
has happened.

Now, you'd better
send out for Jennings

and tell him.
I just saw him out front.

Tell him what?
I just have a moment...

What are you talking about?

We're going to Rome
next week.
Rome?

Rome, Italy.

You'll have to tell Jennings
to get somebody else to take
your place.

But, darling...
The managing editor
just told me.

They're sending me to Rome
to be second in charge
of our...

(EXCLAIMS)
I'm sorry.

Darling, that's marvelous.
Listen, I've got to go on now.

Wait and tell me about it
at the end of the act.

Well, I can't.
I've got to beat it
and arrange for things.

Be sure and tell Jennings,
huh?

We're ready, Ms. Tyler.
Yes. I'm coming.

Talk about it later.

But, darling, aren't you
happy about it? I mean,
you're not very excited.

Of course I am.
I'll call you later, huh?

Yes.
This is your entrance,
Ms. Tyler.

Thank you.
Listen, listen, darling,

I'll get a hold of Tommy,
and we'll go out someplace
and celebrate.

Sorry.

ACTOR: Marjorie.

Darling, I thought
they'd never go.

It was worth waiting for,
wasn't it?

Nan was a bit difficult.
I hope they don't come back.

She loves you,
doesn't she?

(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

And he'll be second in charge.
That means he'll have some
very important interviews.

And he sails next week.
That's all there is to tell.

For a reporter's wife,
your account of
what's happened

wouldn't win any
Pulitzer Prize
for journalism.

No. I suppose not.

Tommy, what is it
you do to bridges?
Bridges?

Burn them behind you.

No, you don't burn them
until you cross them.

Well, should we dance
or should we wait for Chris

or should we have
another drink?

Yes.

The only trouble is...

For a minute,
I actually thought you were
going to tell me

what you were speaking about.
The only trouble is what?

Let's dance.

Let's. Maybe it'll clear
things up a bit.

I like being with you, Tommy.
I don't ever have to worry
about making sense.

You make me feel like
an old pair of slippers.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Hey, hey!
Hello!

Congratulations, my boy.
Thank you, Tommy.

Well, I'll be in the bar.
Okay.

Hey, did you see Jennings?
Mr. Jennings?

Oh, no.

You said you were
gonna see him.

No, let's dance.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You know, you just can't
walk out on Jennings.

No, I know.

When are you gonna tell him?
Tomorrow.

Do you know, I was so excited,
I think I had one too many
Old Fashioneds.

Did you?

Well, that's good.
We were going to drink up
the town anyway tonight.

Look, what about Jennings?

Oh.

Chris...
Yeah?

I don't think I'd better
go with you next week.

Not go to Rome with me?
I've been thinking
about it very hard.

Maybe we'd better sit down.

But, Cicely,
what's this all about?
You're not going? Well, why?

For one thing is the money.
My passage over...

But I'll be getting a good
enough salary and living
is very cheap over there.

Well, it isn't only
the money, darling. After all,
you're starting on a new job.

You shouldn't have to
have me on your mind.

I've done all right so far
with you on my mind.

Yes, I know.

Oh, let's don't talk
about it tonight, anyway.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

What's the real reason
you don't want to go?

I told you.
No, there's something else.

Well, I guess
it's the same reason I don't
want to ask Mr. Jennings

to give someone else my part.

Are you kidding?

Well, after all,
I did get good notices,

and I had such a good start
it seems a shame...

Yes, they were good notices,
weren't they?

Well, it's a good story.
Newspaperman marries actress,
paths diverge and...

Chris, I thought you were
glad about my working.

Well, it was all right while
we were waiting for a break.

You mean while you were
waiting for a break.

I think I'd like a drink,
please.

As long as we're supposed
to be having a good time.

I think you've had
about enough.

But if I hadn't told you,
you wouldn't have known
I had any.

You're just being
unreasonable.

I'm being perfectly
reasonable.

Well, it's my own fault.

I should have known
what would happen
if I let you go on the stage.

Let me?
Well, encouraged you then.

You couldn't help it
if you got stage struck.

Stage struck? Me?

How could I be stage struck
when I'm already on the stage?

A couple of critics
flatter you and then
you go crazy.

Well, at last I see things
in their true light.

What's that?
A line from your new play?

Chris, would you mind
lending me $1, please?

Certainly.

Thank you.
I'll pay you back tomorrow.

Hey.

Thank you, Tommy.

(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

Cicely was tired.
She thought she'd go home.

Well, it's been
an exciting day
for both of you.

Yeah.

How'd she like
the idea of Italy?
She thinks it's fine. For me.

She's not going.
Huh?

I can't really blame her.
She's in this play
with Jennings.

And, well...

She can get out of that.
I'll see Jennings myself.

No. It wouldn't be fair to
take her away from her work.
We've agreed on that.

Like a drink?
No, thanks.

(SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Cicely.

Cicely.

Cicely, what happened
to us tonight?

I don't know.
It was awful, though.

It wasn't me saying
all those things.
And it wasn't me.

Just the thought of
leaving you coming
so suddenly the way it did,

it made me sick all over.

What's it going
to be like when I really
have to be without you?

Darling.

Chris, I want to say
something to you

and I don't know how.

Am I all you want of
women in the world?

You're all I'll ever want
of women in the world.

Then nothing can hurt us,
my Chris, because you're
all I want of men.

(GONGING)

All ashore
that's going ashore.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

STEWARD: All ashore
that are going ashore.

I'll manage to sail months
before you expect me.

Or else I'll manage to get
leave and I'll come back
and bring you over.

It'll happen like that.
It's got to.

I'll see you in a minute.

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

Cigarette?

Cicely, I suppose you know
what you're doing,

but just whose career
are you thinking of,
his or yours?

It isn't altogether
a question of careers, Tommy.

It was simply that
I didn't think I'd be
much help to him in Rome.

I can't quite believe that.

If I were more or less
sick for months,

and he had to worry
about doctors

and where to get
pasteurized milk
for the baby...

What?

Oh.

Naturally,
Chris doesn't know.
Certainly not.

You've got to promise
not to let him know.

Do you really think
his career,

or any career
for that matter,
is that important?

I don't know, Tommy.
At the time it seemed right.

Maybe I've done something
I'll regret for the rest
of my life.

All I know is that if
I'd told him about the baby,
he wouldn't have gone.

Cicely, sometimes I think
you're one of the wisest women
I've ever known.

Sometimes I think
you're just a little girl

with a lot of romantic
nonsense in her head.

At the moment
I don't know which.

Would it amuse you to go
and dance somewhere?

Thank you, Tommy.

I'd better get used to
going back to the apartment
without Chris there.

May I have
that cigarette now?

GRAYSON: Yes, sir.

Grayson,
come in here a minute,
and bring your book.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Is this cable
all we've had from Tyler?

Yes. The letter he refers
to there hasn't arrived.

Do you know when he left Rome?
What steamer?

The Savoie.

Take a radiogram.

Christopher Tyler,
S.S. Savoie.

Your explanation preposterous.

Nothing can excuse leaving us

unrepresented in Rome
during crucial political...

Just a minute.
"Unrepresented in Rome..."

During crucial
political situation.

Stop.

You are dismissed.

Effective,
date of your desertion.
Frank Carteret.

Is that all, sir?
Yes.

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Hey, Chris!

Tommy, Tommy,
glad to see you.
Chris, how are you?

Gosh, you're looking swell.

You have a good trip?
Look.

Now wait a minute.
Before you start worrying,
everything is great.

Cicely's fine.
The baby's fine.

There's not a thing
to worry about.

All right. All right.
Gosh, how did you ever
get down here at this hour?

I stayed up, I stayed up.
Come on. Let's get
through the customs.

She's all right?
She's fine. Great. Sure.

So long, Tommy.
So long, kid.

Thanks for meeting me.
I'll call at the office.

You'd better
let me call you.
I thought we might have lunch.

Yeah, we might at that.

Tommy, I don't know
why I didn't tell you
this before,

but I'm not with
the paper anymore.

Oh?
Oh, here you are.

No, don't tell Cicely
anything about it,

but when I got that cable
from Madame Donato about
the baby, I was in a panic.

My boss was
someplace in Switzerland
and I couldn't reach him,

so I walked out on them.

Well, couldn't you
explain to them?
Oh, yes, I explained,

but they explained
right back to me by radiogram
that my name was mud.

Oh, you'll get something else.

Oh, sure. It'll take a little
looking around, I suppose,

but I'll get something
all right.

Well, see you later.
So long, kid.

Madame Donato,
don't you think
I look a little pale?

How about some rouge?
No, darling.
You look very nice.

Chris.

Darling!

Oh, you crazy kid.
Was it really so awful
for you, darling?

I was always looking forward
to this moment.

(BABY CRYING)

Oh.

You'd better go over
and get yourself introduced.

Oh, yeah.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Stop, Madame Donato.
You know he picks up
everything he hears.

(BABY WHINING)

Well.
Well, what?

Well, it's a very
fine-Iooking baby, isn't it?

Can you touch it?

It's name is Kit.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Tommy told me.

Well, can I touch him?
You might try.

Oh, he's warm, isn't he?

Sort of like milk toast, huh?

(CRYING)

Oh, did I do that?
No. He just beginning
to get hungry.

Oh.

What do you feed him?
Oh, really, darling.
And you a college man.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

I'll be back a little later.

Darling, I thought...

You won't ever
leave me again, will you?
Never. No matter what.

Not even to go to the office.

They can wait.

You mustn't annoy
the fish, sir.
I'm sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Any nibbles, mister?

Well, Tommy!
Where did you come from?

Just got in this morning.

Hollywood looks like
a movie set, I didn't
meet Greta Garbo.

How are you? How is Cicely?
Fine, we're both fine.

Well, how did you find out
I was down here?

That's easy. Madame Donato
to City News to Aquarium.
Never lost a clue.

I thought you were going
to stay in Hollywood.

No, no. Say, Madame Donato
told me that Cicely had gone
to the doctor with the baby.

Yes. He just hatched
a new tooth.

Well, it's good
to see you, Tommy.

What are you doing
down here anyway?

Well, I'm waiting for a kiss.
For what?

The fish kiss.
At least they're supposed to.

Gee! You look swell.

They do what?

They kiss, the fish.

Don't ask me why.

That's what they sent me
down here to find out.

You get paid for that?

Well, such as it is.
City News Bureau.

Oh.

Look, they're getting
together again.

Do you suppose
they're going to kiss now?

They've been
doing that all day.
That's just a stall.

How do you happen to be
working for City News?

Well, walking out on
that Rome job
didn't exactly help me

when I went to
get another one.

Uh-oh. They've never
done that before.

I wish they'd make up
their minds.

Maybe they're bashful.

Say, Chris,
I went down to Tijuana
for a weekend, you know,

and I had a lot of
dumb luck gambling,

and I've got more money than
I can shake a stick at...

Thank you, Tommy. Thanks.

You know,
this City News Bureau
is just temporary.

I have several
other things coming up.
Publicity job and...

What sort of publicity jobs?

I have a chance to go out
ahead of a circus. Of course,
it's pretty good pay.

Of course, I'll have
to leave Cicely.

Well, look,
how about coming out
and having lunch?

I'm sorry, I can't, Tommy.
I got to wait here for a call.

Oh, I tell you.
Cicely ought to be home
by this time.

Why don't you
take her to lunch?

That's just what I'll do.
It's a swell idea.

Yeah, you'd better hurry
if you want to catch her.

Oh, sure. Well, so long.
See you later.

So long, Tommy.

Hello, Cicely.
Tommy.

I was so excited
when I found your
message at home.

How was Hollywood?

Oh, very kind to me.
How are you, huh? Gosh!
Looking fat, isn't he?

Isn't he?

Say, would the young man mind
if you took him home
and I took you to lunch?

Oh, thank you, Tommy.
I've already had lunch.

Why don't you ask Chris?
I'm sure he'd love
to lunch with you.

I met Chris downtown.
He couldn't get away
for lunch.

Yes?

It seems to me that you
and Chris are very concerned
about lunch for each other.

You mind if I get
to the point right away?

Cicely, I happen to know
that you two aren't having

what you might call
an easy time.

No, Tommy, we're not.

All right. Now, I have,
to use the language of
my profession,

a proposition to make.

Why, Mr. Abbott...
Wait a minute.

Now, you made
a good start as an actress.
You had to leave the stage.

Now it's time for you
to go back to it.

I can't, Tommy.
I have Kit to look after.

Don't interrupt me
in the middle of
a proposition.

Now, there are
two things you need.
Someone to take care of Kit

and new clothes so that
you can interview managers.

I'd like to lend you money
for both. Say $300.

$300!

Yeah, about two weeks' salary
after you get started.

Oh, Tommy,
I'm very grateful to you.
But you see, there's Chris...

I know. I know.
It would hurt Chris' pride.

And how could I accept it?

Because in things like this,
women are more sensible
than men.

Cicely,
I want to help you two kids.
I don't care how it's done.

(WHIMPERS)

What doctor
did you take Kit to?

It was a public clinic.

I don't see any signs of
a baby carriage around,

unless you've
parked it somewhere.

You carried him there,
didn't you?
Yes.

I'm sorry to be so brutal,
but you've got to make sense.

Listen, Tommy, I honestly
don't mind things for myself.
It's Chris.

He works so hard all day long
and all night, too, almost.

And then he comes home
tired out.

Yet, somehow, he always
manages to run up the steps

just to show he's not.
My heart breaks for him.

Once again, and for as
many times as you like,
how about it?

That's a very attractive
proposition, Tommy.

But I couldn't think of
borrowing from you
without paying interest.

All right, 8%.

I thought 6%
was the usual rate.
All right, 6%.

But listen, I'm going to see
Jennings tomorrow morning

and get an appointment
for you.

You take care of
the new clothes
and beauty parlors.

Oh, Tommy, your efficiency
is very comforting.

Oh, it's mostly an act.

Not to be confused with
the really important things
Chris can do.

That's sweet of you, Tommy.

You've got to go?
Yes. It's time for Kit's nap.

Well, let me carry him.
What'll you do
with your cane?

Well, you carry it.
Then we'll both look
as ridiculous as possible.

All right.

You look very silly.
What do you mean
"look very silly"?

Let me do that, miss.
Thank you.

Don't scratch it.
No, ma'am, I won't.

Thank you so much.
Thank you.

Hannah, has Mr. Tyler
come in yet?

Yes, ma'am, he's come in.
He come in about an hour ago,
but he went out again.

Where did he go?
Him and the baby
went to the park.

Ain't you gonna
take the paper off
that baby wagon?

And get it scratched
before my baby sees it?
I should think not.

(LAUGHING)

(WHIMPERING)

Hello.
Hello.

Is that your baby?
Yeah.

Where's his mother?

Why, she's out
doing errands.

What is she doing?

She's out doing errands.

Hasn't he got any nurse?
No.

Oh. It must not be
much of a baby.

(INAUDIBLE)

The carriage awaits, my lords.

Well, Cicely, who gave you...

Here let me take the baby
while you take the paper off.

Hello!

Kit, look! See!

Look, isn't it lovely?

They had one with
four-wheel brakes,

but I think
he'll like this one.

Oh, this is elegant,
all right.

Here, get his legs
covered up. There.

Let's sit down. Hello.

Where did you...
You got a new hat.
You got a new suit.

Where did I get the money?
Yeah.

Well, I just got
an advance on my salary.

Huh?

You see,
last week Tommy took me
to see Michael Jennings,

and today he gave me
a six-months' contract.

Six-months' contract?

Well, that's better
than you had before,
though, isn't it?

I mean,
a six-months' contract...
Look, here it is.

$150 a week.
Yes.

It is fantastic,
isn't it?

Chris, darling,
don't you see what it means?

We can get a full-time nurse
for Kit and pay Madame Donato
all the back rent.

It just about came in time,
didn't it?

When do you start?

Next week.

Next week, huh?

Oh, that's wonderful.

It's wonderful for you.

Chris, it's wonderful
for both of us.

You're doing
what you wanted to do.
That's all that counts.

I'm going to get
a drink of water.

Darling, you remember that
circus job I told you about?

Yes.
I'm going to take it.

Chris, you can't do that.

Publicity man for a circus.
Not after all the things
that you've done.

It'll pay the rent
and a nurse for Kit.

But you don't have to do
that now. You can wait.

Well, I've waited long enough.
I'm tired of feeling ashamed
of myself.

Oh, Chris!

I've been a flop
as a husband and a father.

I'm just stuck on myself
because I used to be
a foreign correspondent.

Darling, please don't take
the circus job now.

I've got to. I just can't
talk about it anymore.

I've got to do something!

Goodbye.
I'll see you tonight.

Mrs. Tyler,
Mr. Carteret can see you now.

Thank you.
MAN: Boy!

Is this Mrs. Tyler?
Yes.

Step right in.
Thank you.

How do you do?

Where's that bicarbonate?
Left drawer, left-hand side.

Left drawer,
left-hand side.

Left drawer.
Why didn't you say so?

Sit down, Mrs. Tyler.

Where's a spoon?

Left drawer...
Never mind.

Yes, Mrs. Tyler. Go on.

I came to talk to you
about my husband.
Huh?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. What?

No. No. Why?

Oh, no. No. Goodbye.

Yes, Mrs. Tyler, go on.

I don't think
you quite understand

what really happened in Rome.
Mr. Tyler didn't...

What the...

GRAYSON: Yes, Mr. Carteret.

What's the idea of monkeying
that Murphy story?

I thought...
I don't care
what you thought.

Now get a hold of Murphy
and have him do it over
the way I said.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)
Yes, Mr. Carteret.

Mr. Carteret, are you
trying to impress me
with how busy you are?

Or are you just
naturally rude?

Sorry, Mrs. Tyler,
but I am busy and besides,
I've got a stomachache.

Do you know that
the night your husband
left our office in Rome,

there was an attempted
assassination?

Now, suppose
it had been successful?

That would have been
dreadful, wouldn't it?

Or I might have died
when my baby was born
and Chris still in Rome.

But neither of
those things happened.

And in the meantime,
a good newspaperman is
eating his heart out,

and you're doing
without somebody you need.

When I send a man
halfway across the world
to keep his eyes open for me,

I want a man
that I can trust.

Mr. Carteret, didn't you
ever make a mistake?

Didn't you just once do
something that wasn't quite
in the line of duty?

And didn't anyone ever
give you a second chance?

We don't run newspapers
on second chances.

Mrs. Tyler, I realize
this must have made things
difficult financially

for you and your husband.

Now, it's unfortunate.
Financially?

Oh, I don't think
you quite understand.
That isn't why I'm here.

Well, I'd heard Tyler was
with the City News Bureau.

Naturally,
I thought that he...

Well, why did you come then?

Because I want Chris
to be doing the thing
he's meant for.

That's a promise
I made to myself.

All the newspapermen's wives
I've known

wanted their husbands
to get out of the business.

It's his life, Mr. Carteret.

You really want your husband
to be a newspaperman?

So long as
that's what he wants.

What's his number?

Chelsea 7883.
Get me Chelsea 7883.

How about Russia?

Russia?

Yes. Russia, Siberia,
the Far East.

If he sticks at it this time,
he'll get everything
he ever hoped for.

(PHONE RINGING)

There'll be months
when he's off in the interior.
You won't even hear from him.

Want me to forget it?

No.

And he will stick at it.
I won't do anything
to bring him back this time.

Well, you asked for it.

Hello.

Tyler? Frank Carteret.

How's your Russian?
You'll have time enough
to learn it.

We've lost Delaney in Moscow.

I have to have someone
to take his place right away.

Just a moment.

He says he'll have to
talk it over with his wife.

Tell him to talk it over
with his wife.

Well, do that.

Only you'll have to
let me know by tomorrow.

Come down any time
after 6:00.

We'll take care of
the passport. Bye.

Thank you, Mr. Carteret.
Goodbye.

Just a moment.

Wait a minute.
I have a fitting
at Madame Bonnet's,

and I promised an interview
with The Stage magazine.

And I simply must finish
packing and moving
into my new apartment.

You know, it wouldn't
hurt me to rush around
a little less, only...

Only, you like
to be busy.

Yes.

Michael darling, come on now,
do me a favor.

Have your secretary
call off that interview.

All right.
Thank you.

See you at 21.
At 5:30.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

"My dear Cicely,
I couldn't wait.
I had an..." Let's see.

How many "P's"
in "appointment"?
Two.

Sorry, Tommy,
I couldn't get away.

Yeah, looks as if
you didn't need
my help anyway.

No, thank you.
I'm practically packed.

By the way, Madame Donato
just brought up some mail.

Yes?
It's on the mantle.

Oh.

It's a letter from Chris.

Does he know
you're finally moving?

No.

Why are you, anyway?
What's the matter
with the house in Connecticut?

It's all right for
weekends and for Kit.

But when I'm in town,
it's just so inconvenient.

There's no place
to entertain.

It took you long enough
to discover that.
Yes, I know.

I think I kept hoping
I'd hear Chris come
running up the stairs again.

Now I want a place of my own
with my own things.

Any particular news
from Chris?

Yes. He's coming home
in a few weeks.

To stay?

No. He'll only have
a few months till
he has to go back.

I wonder if he's changed
as much as you have.

I wonder, too.

Well, I'll be going along.
So long.

Goodbye, Tommy.

(SOBBING)

Cicely.

Something is wrong?

Madame Donato,
what's happened to me?

I should be happy,
and instead I'm frightened.

But why, Cicely?

Chris must have learned
to live alone, too.

Living alone
or living together.

That's not important
for you and Christopher.

I don't feel married
to him anymore.

But that shouldn't make
any difference to you, either.

There have been whole days
lately when I haven't
thought of Chris once.

That's a strange
kind of love.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll go.

MADAME DONATO: Oh, come in.
Everything is ready.
MAN: Yes, ma'am.

Pick up that trunk
over there.

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

And the people live
farther up the river.

Have you a home there, too?
Well, I did have.

Did have?
Has it been destroyed?

No. My wife gave up
our apartment.

Your wife gave up
your home?

Well, she wanted
another place.
Something bigger.

Well, Chien,
I must go finish packing.

My grateful thanks
for your kindness
during the voyage.

Thank you. I hope
you get along all right
at Columbia. Goodbye.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Hello, Michael.

Yes, I've read it.

Well, it's not quite
the great American play,
but I like it.

But, Michael, you already
have one play for me.

(WHISPERS) Michael,
I can't talk to you now.

Hello, Chris.
Hello, Cicely.

Go ahead.
Oh, I'm so sorry.

Michael, listen,
I can't talk to you now.
There's someone here.

No. It's my husband.

Please excuse me,
it was my manager.

You are looking very well.
You are, too.

Better than
I've ever seen you.

Oh, well, how's Kit?
He's fine.

He's much bigger than
you'd imagine.
He's in the country now.

Yes. Tommy told me
you'd taken a house
in Connecticut, too.

Yes.
Just for the summer for Kit.
It's very pleasant there.

We're next to
a friend of mine.

Won't you sit down here?
It's the most
comfortable place.

Madame Donato always
settles herself there.

Oh, Madame Donato.
How is she?
I must call her.

About the same.
Maybe a little fatter.
Is she?

Tommy met me at the boat.
Yes. He told me
he was going to meet you.

Yes. He told me that
he told you he would.

(CHUCKLES)

I have some cocktails ready.
Do you think it's too early
for them?

No. I think that would be
a great help to both of us.

May I help?
Yes. You can get the ice.

Wow, this is the first one
of those things I've seen
outside of a magazine.

The ice is in those trays.

Now what do I do?
Pour hot water over it.

(LAUGHS)
Look what you've done!

I used to do all right
with an ice pick.

Cicely.

Oh, Christopher,
you've been gone
such a long time.

Hand me the shaker, please.

Cicely, I'm sorry
I upset you.
Oh, I'm all right now.

Come on. Let's have
our drinks in here.

Beautiful place.
Thank you.
I've just moved in.

You know, I'm surprised
you didn't leave
Madame Donato's long ago.

I couldn't quite
get up the courage.

Besides, every time I even
mentioned it, Madame Donato
practically had a fit.

Sounds like her.

Here you are.
Thank you.

Chris, how would you like
to drive down and see Kit?

I certainly would.
It isn't far and I think
you'd love the place.

Kit could show you his pony.
What? Kit on a pony?

Yes. He goes riding
every morning.
You could stay and...

Of course, if you have
any other plans,
it might interfere.

Well, I had planned to see
Carteret in the morning.

Perhaps there is a train
I can get back tonight.

Yes. There's one that
gets you in at 11:00.

That'll be fine.

Cicely, I have been away
a long time.

But there's one thing that
may make our meeting again
a little less difficult.

I want you to know that...

Naturally, I realized
that you've been living
your own life,

and, well, I want you to
know that I realize that.

But what I'm trying
to say is that

I don't want you to feel
that I expect anything of you.

That's very fair of you.

I don't want you to feel
that I expect anything
of you, either.

I'll get my coat.

Good brandy.

You know,
from that last story of yours,

I thought the war
had already started.

Oh, no. There won't be any
real fighting till winter.

You see, the Japanese
have to wait until
the roads freeze over.

But, Cicely,
what about you?

Me? Oh, I've had
a very good winter.

Very busy.
My show just closed last week.

No. I mean you.

I've had Kit.

Is that enough?

Well, it was something
to live for.

If it hadn't been for Kit,

I don't know that I would
have been altogether
faithful to your memory.

You know, I'd made up
my mind I wasn't
going to ask you that.

I was never so glad
to hear anything in my life.

Was that what you were
thinking of all afternoon

when we were being
so very reasonable?
Some such thing.

Well, I guess I'd better
hurry if I'm going
to catch that train.

Cicely, I wonder if...

You know,
I'd like to see
Kit once more.

Certainly. Come on.

(BELL TOLLING)

Oh, this is nice.

CICELY: That's my room.

Do you think it will wake him
if I kiss him goodbye?

It doesn't matter.

Good night.

I guess he thought
it was you.

No. He knows you by now.

I'm sorry I can't send
you back in the car,
but it's William's night off.

That's all right.
I am pretty used to trains.
Yes, I know.

I'll be in town in a few days.
It'll be fun showing you
all the new places.

I'll look forward to that.

You'll call me
tomorrow, then?
Yes.

I'd better hurry
or I'll miss that train.

Chris, what would happen
if you didn't take that train?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

...that he expected...

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mother, I thought you told me
this morning Daddy didn't know
where he was going?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

But I don't know
the word for "expected."

Mother,
what time is Tommy coming?

Kit, if you don't
pay attention
to Professor Dindet,

you're never going to learn
enough French to be able
to be a foreign correspondent.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Good.

I'm afraid we were both
very bad pupils today,
Professor.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Goodbye.

I saw a car down the road,
but it wasn't Tommy.

Come here to me, young man.
What's the matter
with you today?

You weren't very nice
to the Professor.
I'm sorry, Mother.

Mother?
Hmm?

Where is Daddy going next?

He isn't quite sure, darling.

Oh. Didn't he say
in that letter you got
from him this morning?

No.

There's Tommy.

Hello, Tommy.
Hello, Kit. How are you?

Gee, I thought
you were never coming.
Did you?

Hello, Tommy.
Hello, Cicely.

Did you find out
about that lasso?
Lasso?

You said you were going
to find out where I could
get a horse-hair lasso.

Darling, you can wait
till you get to
California for that.

But I need one
to practice with.

It's only 26, I mean 27 days
till I go to Tommy's ranch.

The minute I get off
the plane in California
I'll see about it.

When will that be?

Well, I leave tonight
at 9:00 from Newark,
and it takes 18 hours.

Oh, gee, that means
I'll have to wait
a whole day more.

There's the younger
generation for you.

But be sure
it's a horse-hair lasso.

That's the only kind
rattlesnakes won't crawl over.

Darling, you've got to
get ready for your supper.

Yes, Mother.

Hurry now. It's late.
Yes.

How about my hat?

(GIGGLES)

I'm almost as excited
about your ranch as Kit is.

Well, you could see it
with him if you'd come
to California

and do that picture
they want you for.

No. No Hollywood for me
this summer, I'm afraid.

Is it a real ranch?

Well, don't tell Kit,
but I grow asparagus on it.

Are you ready to go?
No, I have to get dressed.
I won't be long.

Had a letter from Chris
this morning.

Did you?

(WHISTLING)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Good evening, Mrs. Tyler.
Mr. Abbott.
Good evening, George.

Everything packed, George?
Yes, sir.

Well, look, you better
get a car around here
in a couple of hours.

But it takes an hour
and a quarter to get
to the airport, sir.

Well, make it an hour.
Yes, sir.

Oh, I like it better here.
It was so noisy at Pierre's.

Want a brandy?
No, thank you.

Tommy, what is this?

Well, it's a remote control
to that radio.

Very handy, too,
when you can't get away
from the bar.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

You've managed to surround
yourself with more gadgets.

Well, I guess
it's the same reason

that I keep this apartment
in New York.

Something to do
with my money.

What about that
beautiful blond?

Oh, you've been
reading Winchell, huh?
Mmm-hmm.

That the same one I met
in California last summer?
Mmm-hmm.

Yes, she's very nice.

Well, was Winchell right?

What? About my marrying her?
Mmm-hmm.

We've talked about it.

Yes.

Chris wrote me that he thought
he might go to Switzerland.
Are you going to join him?

I don't know.

It depends on whether
I open my play in the fall
or in the summer.

Yeah. It's pretty funny about
his resigning from his job.

Unless he feels
he's done everything
he started out to do.

He's come a long way,
hasn't he?
Yes, he has.

What's this book
he's going to write?

Did he tell you about it?
Yeah.

I don't know.
He always said
he'd never write a book.

Tell me more about
your beautiful blond.
What's her name?

Her name's Elaine.
Elaine Martin.

Are you in love with her?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
call it a love match.
We just like each other.

It might work out.

What are you waiting for?
You.

Tommy.

Yeah, I know.
Even after nine years,
it may sound a little sudden.

Would you divorce Christopher
and marry me?

Because we just
like each other,
like you and Elaine?

No, it isn't quite the same.
At least with me.

You see, I happen to be
in love with you.

I didn't know, Tommy.

I didn't intend you should,
but I've been in love with you
ever since...

Ever since I can remember.

I always took everything
you did for me for granted.

The money you lent me when
I was a shabby little girl

and didn't have enough
to buy a baby carriage.

All the thousands of
little kindnesses.

I never thought of you at all,
except as someone
I could turn to.

It wasn't very nice of me,
was it?

You always loved Christopher.

Do you still?

Yes. I know you do,
even if he would rather write
a book than come back to you.

How many times
have you two been together

in the last four years
since you came back
from China?

Once in Paris.
Two weeks in Saint Anton.

Four times altogether.
But never for very long.

Since China there was always
either my work or his.

What's in the way now
except the book?

Evidently,
he doesn't want to see me.

Well, then will you, Cicely?
Marry you?

Yes.

Tommy, you make me
very proud.

Perhaps we could be
happy together.

Only...

Even that much coming
from you makes me feel happier
than I know what to do about.

Well, I suppose I...

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

(TUNING RADIO)

Just another gadget.

MAN ON RADIO:
And now, friends, as we go
back through the years,

see if you can remember
this one, the hit of 1926.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Music by request.

Tommy, let's sit down.

Chris has asked me
if I wanted a divorce.

He's done and said everything
he could to tell me
he doesn't love me anymore.

Still, I feel
I must wait.

I don't know what for,
but I must wait, Tommy.

No matter how
Ionely I am.

MAN ON RADIO: And now,
we give you the hit of 1927.
Remember?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

The night before I was married
and thought I was going back
to college,

they played that piece
at the Biltmore.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hello, Mr. Carteret.
Hello, Chris.

How do you do, Mr. Tyler?
Good evening.

Well, Geneva,
June 14th, at 8:00.
Now let's see.

One minute of 8:00.

When I got your cable,
I felt as though I was
right back in the city room

receiving one of
your assignments.

You forget the rest.
I said "as a personal favor."

I don't think I ever put that
in any of my assignments.

No.

I hear you've resigned
as managing editor.

Yes, Chris, they gave me
a dinner and presented me
with a gold watch.

Pretty hard to imagine you
on a vacation.
I'm not.

After 30 years,
I am, at my own request,

back to being
a foreign correspondent.

Now I can find things
out for myself.

I think that's marvelous.
Where do you begin?

I don't know.
May go on to Berlin.
Like to come with me?

Berlin? Yes, I'd like to,
but I don't think I can.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Later.
Yes, sir.

I was almost sure
when I got your letter,
Christopher.

Now that I see you,
I am sure.

Of what are you
going to die?

Whatever made you think
I was going to die?

Your letter of resignation
sounded more like a last will
and testament.

All right then.

You see, the germs you find
in China are almost as
unclassified as the people.

They don't even know the name
of the ones I've collected.

But they do know
what they're doing to me.

By "they" I suppose
you mean the doctors?

Yes, I've been
to enough of them.

Is that why they sent you
to Switzerland?

Yes, they thought
it would prolong
things a little.

There's nothing much to say,
except you've done good work.

Several hundred front page
stories buried in the files.

Yellowing files, Chris.
Don't forget the adjective.

Thanks for not being
sympathetic.

How about the famous
Cicely Tyler?

I haven't told her.

Don't you think
you'd better?

One last wifely gesture
wouldn't do her any harm.

A wifely gesture is something
I've never wanted of Cicely.

I had a cable from her
this morning.

She wants me to meet her
in Saint Anton in a month.

Saint Anton?

Yes. We spent several weeks
there together two years ago.

Suppose she guesses
when she sees you?

I'm a pretty good
actor myself.

Aren't you being a little
on the heroic side?
No. No. It's not heroism.

It's just that we've both
known the best of each other.

And I want it to end
with that still true.

I wonder if you have any idea
how rarely one finds a couple
like you and Cicely.

Not just one of you having
the courage to live alone,
but both of you.

Most of the time,
there hasn't been much choice.

Oh, one of you could have
got frightened and hung
onto the other's neck

and drowned both of you
in a sea of matrimonial bliss.

That's what
usually happens.

It's amazing the things
people ask of love.

They expect it
to protect them,
keep them from being bored,

make them work harder.

In fact,
they want everything
except love.

I should be talking
of love at my age.

But I've seen it so seldom
that when I do, I like to stop
and warm my hands before it.

I remember the first time
I met her.

There was a look in her eyes
when she spoke of you.
I'm sorry, Chris.

What you and Cicely
have together or apart
doesn't die out.

Now, let's order a bottle of
wine and discuss the only
proper topic for you and me,

the newspaper business.

All right. On one condition,
that you let me buy
the bottle of wine.

You know, it was my ambition
when I was a cub reporter

to know the managing editor
well enough to take him out
and buy him a drink.

Waiter.

(GREETING IN GERMAN)

How are you, Gottlieb?
Fine.

Thank you.

Mrs. Tyler, it's good
to have you back again.
We missed you.

Otto, it's so nice to be here.
Is Mr. Tyler in?

Yes, in his room.
Yes. Have you got
a room for me?

Yes, as you requested
in your telegram.
Thank you.

Please.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(RESPONDING IN GERMAN)

What number's
Mr. Tyler's room?

26.

Thank you.
Thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Hello, Cicely.

Hello, Chris.

You didn't let me know
what time you'd get here,

or I'd have been downstairs
to meet you.

I motored up, you know.

You're looking marvelously.
Thank you.

How's Kit?
Oh, he's fine.

He's staying at Tommy's ranch
in California.

Well, that ought to be
fun for him.

Chris, you look
terribly tired.

Well, I've been working
rather hard.

On your book?

Yes.

How's it coming?

Oh, it's beginning
to shape up.

Yes? Tell me about it.

Well, it's the novel
I swore I'd never write.

Well, won't you sit down?
I'll get you some tea,
something to drink.

No, thank you.

In your last letter,
you asked me if
I wanted a divorce.

Naturally, you can't
go on like this,

being half married,
half not married.

No. I suppose not.

Tell me, Chris, it isn't just
because of your book that
you're staying away, is it?

No.

No, I didn't think so,
but I had to make sure.

What is it, Chris?

Well, it's rather
hard to explain.

It's just that one day
I realized that I had

stopped thinking about you
for quite some time.

Things like that
seem to happen.

Well, that seems a fairly
complete explanation.

Why didn't you write me
that in your letter?

I thought you would guess.

It's peaceful here, isn't it?

Yes. I like it much better
out of season.

How's Tommy?

Oh, fine.

Is he still
in love with you?

Yes.

Just before I left,
he asked me if I wouldn't
divorce you and marry him.

Do you want to?

I'm thinking about it.

Might be a very good thing
for you after the rotten time
you had with me.

Chris.

Did you ever hear me say
I'd had a rotten time
with you?

Well, we've been happy
when we've been together,
of course,

but that's not enough
for a lifetime.

It's enough for me.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.
I've given them up.

Well, there doesn't seem
to be much left to say
or much reason for my staying.

I could almost be
back to Innsbruck
in time for dinner.

Oh, must you go now?
Well, I thought perhaps
you'd stay here for dinner.

Of course,
if you'd rather not...

Goodbye, Christopher.

Maybe next time we live,
we'll have time
for each other.

I'm being rather stupid,
aren't I?

I'm making such a tragedy
of things.

I don't have to go
for another three days.

Couldn't we just forget
everything that's happened

and have a very gay
and amusing time
like old friends?

There's so many places here
we never saw, Chris,
and I've got the car.

Let's have a real holiday.

First of all,
we'll have dinner.

I know. We'll go to that
little place up the valley
where we went the last time.

You remember?
Yes. Yes, I remember.

All right.
Call for me about 7:00.

Thank you, that's right.

By the way, will you give
this to Mrs. Tyler please?

Yes, Herr Tyler.
Shall I send it up to her?

No. Give it to her
when she comes down
for dinner.

Goodbye, Otto.
Goodbye.
Hope to see you back soon.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

There you are.

Thank you. Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Chris. Chris.
What is it, Chris?

Didn't you get my note?

You said you suddenly
found you had to go.

I tried to explain
this afternoon.

Yes.
You don't love me anymore.
I can understand that.

But not your
running away from me.

Chris, you never ran away
from anything in your life.

Just that I realized that
it wouldn't work, that's all.

Three days of pretending,
it would make us both unhappy.

You can't even be my friend?
We've gotten beyond that.

What is it, Chris?
Nothing.

You're hiding
something from me.

It's nothing, I tell you.

Chris, this isn't you talking.
It isn't.

You can't make me believe it.

Not even when you tell me
you don't love me.
I'll never believe that.

But, Cicely,
I can't explain anymore.
I just want to get away.

We'll have to say goodbye.
Not this way. No.

(COUGHING)
Oh, Cicely, I can't. I can't.

Chris.

Chris.

In that coat pocket. Tin box.

Break them. They're glass.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, my darling,
why didn't I guess?

I'll be all right.

Are you very sick, Chris?

Yes.

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

Where are we going?

There's a sanitarium
I've been staying at
near Basel.

My darling, tell me.

Oh, I love you.

I've always loved you.