All language subtitles for What a Woman (1943) Orig. -English-

- Subtitles -
Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

Well, you can forget the profile
on Anthony Street.

- How come?
- It's a pen name. I just talked to Lawson.

The real man doesn't want himself know.

For having written the biggest seller in
ten years? What's the matter with him?

Well, we'd better dig up
a new profile, boys.

Or we're going to run
into deadline trouble.

Well, it's a pity.
You know, right now...

...anything to do with The Whirlwind
would be grabbed off the stands.

All right, then I'll give you the next
best thing to Anthony Street.

The person who did more than
anyone else to put that book over.

- Who, the publisher?
- No, Carol Ainsley.

- Uh-uh.
- Carol Ainsley's worth a profile.

Greatest ten-percenter in the business.

We run profiles on people
who do outstanding jobs.

Well, why not the greatest outstanding
agent in the field?

- And a woman to boot.
- I like my women after office hours.

I happen to know that Carol Ainsley
grabbed the first copy...

...of The Whirlwind that came
off the press.

Her judgment said this is going
to be a best seller.

So she hooked up with Lawson to help promote
the book and sell it for motion pictures.

But does the public have any idea
what an agent and ten-percenter is?

Everybody knows that actors,
and writers, and concert artists...

...are not supposed to have
any business ability.

So we explain what happens.
They hire agents to represent them.

To make their deals and
their contracts.

And in return for the service
the agents take ten percent...

...of whatever the client earns.

Don't you think the public could
understand that?

Right at this moment that woman
is in all the newspapers.

You've heard about the manhunt to find an
unknown to act in The Whirlwind.

She's behind it.

Tom, that ought to be
a profile in four installments

- Maybe Henry isn't convinced.
- Oh, no, no, I give up. Sounds great.

Bores me to death, but sounds great.

Say, isn't she some relative
of Senator Ainsley?

His daughter. Important background and
everything. What more do you want?

Me? Nothing, I don't even
want to read it.

I'm afraid you will, because
you're going to write it.

What?

Oh, by the way, Pepper.

Miss Ainsley doesn't permit her female
clients to have babies.

Oh!

Carol Ainsley.

Oh, no, Mr. Winchell, not yet.

No, she wound up her transcontinental
tour in Washington last night.

She's flying in but her plane's
been delayed.

You'll be the first to know.

- Carol Ainsley, hello?
- Hello, Mary.

Would you mind lifting
the drawbridge?

Operator 24, get me Hollywood, please.

David Arthur.

- Hi, Timmy.
- Dead?

Worse, buried.
Staff ready?

On their way.

I'll give you the highlights. David Arthur
called every hour, on the hour.

That's natural, he's just
the producer of the picture.

I didn't bother you with it on your trip
but he knows that you're back today.

- So get set for showdown.
- I know, I know.

- Any prospects on The Whirlwind?
- Not a one.

You'll be happy to know that our
newest Hollywood starlet...

- ...Monica Manner called several times.
- Yeah, I didn't know she could dial.

- Something about a part.
- She would pick a time like this.

- Hello, Pat.
- Hello, Carol.

- You sure look better than I feel.
- Oh, don't waste it on me. Well?

I've got second degree calluses from
sitting on the hard benches...

...of over a hundred little theaters.

- Any soap?
- Not a bubble.

You don't mean to say you
didn't find anything.

A beautiful little ingenue.

And a hundred-acre farm that I think I'll
buy and retire from this crazy business.

Well, if we don't find The Whirlwind,
I'll do the cooking for you. Well, Clark?

Four hundred winners of the
intercollegiate dramatic contest.

I photographed right profile,
left profile...

- And?
- Nothing.

It doesn't seem possible.

- Oh, hello, folks.
- Hello.

Yes?

- It's Monica, dear.
- Well now...

It would be.

That girl must sit up nights thinking of the wrong
time to call me. I don't want to talk to her.

- She's called eleven times.
- Then make it an even dozen.

Our contract with her runs out
at the end of the month.

Monica, angel, how are you?

How sweet of you to call me
and you so busy.

- Did I tell you I saw your last picture?
- "Emily Goes to Town."

"Emily Goes to Town", oh,
simply wonderful.

And what seems to be the trouble?

Oh, but there's no such thing,
angel, as a small part.

Just small actresses.

What?

Oh, you get killed in the first reel.

But darling, think how they're going to miss
you throughout the rest of the picture.

Now, Angel, you haven't a thing to
worry about. How's the new pool?

You like it?

You like water in it?

Then you go back and finish your
sunbath, darling. Goodbye, angel.

- You got anything, Mel?
- Eighteen pounds of reports.

- Adding up to what?
- No Whirlwind.

What about the Gallup crowd?

Worked like a clock, 16 states, 42 cities,
more than 1,200 communities...

...but no Whirlwind.

It's incredible.

Miss Ainsley, I hate to bring up
comparatively unimportant things...

like the new editions of Vogue
and Harper's,

but I simply must have an okay on the
fashion layout for the Hollywood office.

Later, later, Hilda, dear. Let me get the
report on the coroner's office first.

Well, chums, we're over a barrel,
there's no use kidding ourselves.

It isn't anybody's fault,
everybody's tried.

I just cannot believe that somewhere
in these United States...

... there isn't one man, heaven know what
he's doing, that can't play the Whirlwind.

There is. He doesn't listen to the radio
and he doesn't read either.

Um, you're new here, aren't you?

- Huh?
- The hat!

I like it.

- David Arthur!
- What'll I say to him?

It's better this way. You're never
any good when you rehearse. Luck!

David, David, David!

Oh, darling, I know, but there isn't
anything to worry about.

What's the good in getting someone
early in the campaign...

...and then having him grow cold long
before the picture starts?

David, dear, I hate to become technical,
but after all this organization...

...does have the exclusive contract
to find the Whirlwind for you.

Yes, I'll deliver him to you, darling,
when and as promised.

You have the word of an Ainsley on that. Now
don't you lose one minute's sleep over this.

I'll have you posted on everything
that happens. Just give my love to...

- Sophie.
- To Sophie.

That's right, darling.
Goodbye, angel.

- How did I do?
- Cuts us a reprieve.

Condemned staff ate a
hearty breakfast.

It isn't just the Whirlwind, it's the entire
organization's prestige that's at stake.

This affects us with every one of our
clients, I know you all know that, so...

Please let's not make a flop of this.

Thank you so much
and that's all for now.

Why don't you let me draw you
something hot and steamy...

...with about a quart of
our clients' parcels?

And you can suck the Whirlwind
out of your pores.

That'll be fine, Timmy.

Is it true you don't permit your female
clients to have babies?

Who hired you and just what
do you do in this firm?

Who, me?
Oh, I don't work here.

You don't work here?
Then what do you do?

I'm a spy.

Oh, I see. Well, who are you
spying on and what for?

On you. For the Knickerbocker Magazine.

You're a reporter!
You've been sitting here listening...

Very interesting, very colorful
business you run.

Thank you, thank you.
Suppose you leave.

It's okay by me. Tomorrow's the opening
day of the trout season.

- I hear they're running nine or ten inches.
- Uh, just a minute, Mr...

Pepper. Henry Pepper.

Just what did you have in mind?

Well, the boss wanted me
to write a profile of you.

Oh, do come in.
Won't you sit down?

I've had rather a hectic morning.
I didn't mean to be rude.

If you'll just wait one minute,
I'll have my publicity department...

...just bring in my biography

Oh, Pat, would you go in my
personal files...

and bring in the leatherbound edition
of the life of Carol Ainsley?

All right.

I've had my department work up
a few notes on my childhood...

...in the years between then and now.

The few years.

Well, they have done rather a good job
if I say so myself.

It covers everything from my childhood
to practically the day before yesterday.

Don't get up.

With pictures?

With pictures.

- Pat, this is Mr. Pepper, Mr. O'Shea.
- How do you do?

Mr. Pepper is with the
Knickerbocker Magazine.

- Oh, Mr. Pepper, I...
- That'll be all, Pat, thank you.

Why don't you take this along?
You can use any part of it that you wish...

...and just see that I have
the proof of your article.

Oh, you seem to have
had quite a life.

Yes, I'm very happy to have
met you, Mr. Pepper, uh...

Thank you so much for coming.

Miss Ainsley, I work in kind of
a funny way.

- So I gather.
- Well, what I mean is the, uh...

The Knickerbocker reader's not
so much interested in the surface facts.

...as they are in the inside story.
That's how I handle all my assignments.

- From the inside.
- Oh.

It sounds like an awkward arrangement
at first but you'll get used to it.

Get used to what?

Well, when I'm on an assignment,
my subjects and I practically live together.

That's cozy.

Oh, I promise you that in time
I shall assume the more...

...amiable characteristics of a
faithful cocker spaniel.

Trotting at your heals,
grateful for an occasional word,

and wagging my tail when patted.

Well, that's all very interesting,
Mr. Pepper.

- But I happen to be a very busy woman.
- You're a very smart woman, Miss Ainsley.

You can see the value of a four-part
profile in the Knickerbocker.

- Your bath's getting cold.
- Thank you.

I have your permission, of course.

Oh, go right ahead.
I'll amuse myself with this.

The Whirlwind, by Anthony Street.
"Mr. Street is author, soldier...

Mr. Pepper, are you by any
chance bald?

...sailor and man of the world,

A man of the world with a sense
of the world in conflict,

of the tidal wave of action.

Six-foot-four of magnificent manhood.

Hm, six-foot-four. Ex-athlete...

Ex-footballer...

Man of the world with a sense
of the world in conflict...

Six-foot-four...

Right under our noses!

- Alice!
- Yes?

Alice, get me Mr. Lindsey.

Six-foot-four of man...

Do you mean to say you haven't
even seen him?

No, no, of course not. Anthony Street's
his pen name.

Everything was arranged through
his publishers.

And you keep that out of the Knickerbocker.
Lindsey, what's Anthony Street's real name?

What's Anthony Street's real name
and address? We have it in the contract.

- Yes, but we're on a bond to conceal...
- Shh!

We promised the publishers
not to reveal...

I don't intend to reveal anything.

I just want to have a little talk with him
and see what he looks like. Who is he?

His name is Michael Cobb,
he lives in Buxton, Pennsylvania.

Get Miss Mason make a reservation
for me for Buxton right away.

Yes, Miss Ainsley.

- Going somewhere?
- Up to Vogue.

Pardon me, could you tell me...

Well, Mr. Pepper, I see you're still
throwing your weight around.

- Oh, hello.
- Now just what is the idea?

I'm doing my job, I explained it to you.

You're a pretty persistent man,
aren't you?

It's merely business.

Why don't you try it with
your hat off?

Uh, pardon me...

Can you tell me where I can
find Michael Cobb?

- Professor Cobb?
- Shh! Professor?

The only Michael Cobb I know
in Buxton.

Do you mean he teaches here
at the university?

Well, that's what professors
do here, lady.

Shh! Where can I get him now?

- Now? Well, it's kind of late.
- Keep it down, keep it down.

- Either at school or where he lives.
- Where does he live?

- Windsor Hall.
- How do I get there?

- There's a taxi right over there.
- Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

Taxi.

- The Windsor, please...
- Yes, ma'am.

Now look here, Mr. Pepper.

I won't be able to give you a minute while
I'm in Buxton. You're wasting your time.

Oh, that's all right. I may pick up
a scrap or two as we go along.

Suppose that you just forget
that I'm around.

But I can't have you around.
My business here is extremely confidential.

Yes, I know. You're going to se
Anthony Street.

Mr. Pepper, Mr. Street's identity
is a secret.

- It'll be quite safe with me.
- Oh, will it?

I'm not a cub reporter
chasing headlines.

I'm an associate editor.

And my assignment is you.

I still say you're wasting your
time in Buxton.

I never waste my time,
Miss Ainsley.

Is Professor Cobb in, please?

No, ma'am. He'd be at the
university now.

- Where can I find him at the university?
- He'll be here in a few minutes.

He always gets back on the
dot of five.

Thank you, I'll wait.

A professor, huh?

Hardly the type.

There's a train back to
New York at 5:30.

- Good evening, Ben.
- Good evening.

- Cobb?
- Yes.

Good evening.

- Michael Cobb?
- Yes.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure...

Could we possibly go to your apartment,
I'd like to talk over a few...

Oh, I'm sorry, it's not permitted.
Definitely not permitted.

You see, this is a man's dormitory.
Women are not permitted.

Would you mind telling me, Miss...

Ainsley, Carol Ainsley, from New York.
Could I talk to you a few minutes?

- Why, of course.
- Thank you.

Uh... in here.

Michael Cobb.

Yes, I thought we established
that in the lobby.

Hum... of course, of course.

Michael Cobb.

Also Anthony Street?

How did you know that?

You are, aren't you?

I don't know who you are
or what your purpose is in coming here.

But Anthony Street was a complete
secret between me and my publishers.

And I demand to know how you
came in possession of that fact.

- Shh!
- I won't be shushed. I want to know.

Your secret is safe with me,
but you don't want others to know.

Of course. How did you know?

I sold your book for motion pictures.

I've been commissioned to find a man
to play the part of the Whirlwind.

A man who in my opinion does
justice to your book.

Well, I wish you a great
deal of success. Good day.

I've searched everywhere,
seen everything.

As a matter of fact there's only
one person who can possibly...

...play the part as it was written.

You have my approval. I have the utmost
confidence in you, Miss, er...

- Ainsley.
- Ainsley. Good day.

That man is you.

Pardon me. Would you mean you want me
to portray the character of the Whirlwind?

- To act it on the screen?
- That's right.

You came here thinking I might be
the man who would do it?

- That's right.
- That's most ridiculous.

Please, won't you listen to what I have
to say? Do sit down.

It'll only take a minute.

This is of the utmost importance.

Professor Cobb, I know at first sight
this seems like a ridiculous notion.

But believe me, I know what I'm doing.

It's been my business for many years
to make people for the stage and screen.

It isn't a question of talent
or ability.

It's a question of personality,
the right personality.

Once I have that, I know
everything else is possible.

The first minute I saw you I knew that this
was the most natural thing in the world.

- Are you finished?
- No, not quite.

I understand your reservations
about this.

But please, for the sake of the book,
for the sake of ten million readers.

Won't you place yourself
in my hands?

- Are you quite finished now?
- Yes.

Miss Ainsley, will you do me the kindness
to slip out of town very quietly?

And let's both forget this
little conversation.

It's been a great pleasure.
Good day.

Well, we can still make the 5:30.

Is there a hotel in the vicinity, please,
where women are permitted?

Surely, the Rexford Arms.
Down one block and turn left.

Thank you.

Looks as if we're not going
to make the 5:30.

Well, we can put you up here
for the night.

No, thanks, I like it where women
are permitted.

Good morning. Would you return these
to the hotel library, please?

"Customs and Manners of our
Revolutionary Ancestors."

That's funny, been here ten years
nobody's ever read them.

You see, they're clean.
Most of them like the mystery books.

Oh, I'm surprised. I should think everybody
in Buxton would read Dean Shaeffer's books.

He's the dean of the University,
you know.

Oh, yes, yes.

- He's still dean, isn't he?
- Oh, yes!

Where's Mr. Pepper?
Did he go in to breakfast?

No, ma'am, he had his breakfast,
he stepped out.

When he steps in again, just tell him
I've gone back to New York.

- There isn't a train back till 5:30.
- Oh, yes, I know.

Do I have to take a cab
to get to the university?

It's just a five-minute walk,
turn right and keep going.

Thank you.

Excuse me, could you tell me where
Dean Shaeffer's office is, please?

- It's the first door to the right.
- Thank you.

First door to the right.

Thank you.

Come in.

Dean Shaeffer?

I'm his secretary. He won't be back
for a half an hour.

Oh, I see. Well, I'm Miss Ainsley,
Carol Ainsley from New York.

It's rather important.

- Won't you sit down?
- No, no, thank you.

While I'm waiting I might as well look up
an old friend of mine, Professor Cobb.

Can you tell me where his office is?

He's conducting class now in 204,
but he'll be finished soon.

Well, thank you, I'll wait right out here
in the corridor for him.

- You will be back?
- Oh, yes.

I shall be back.

My, my, this takes me back.

You're not going to tackle
that again, are you?

Oh, you'd advise me not to?

Well, it's a wise girl that knows when
she's licked. I admire your spirit, though.

Well, frankly, I've just come
to say goodbye.

Ah, good, I'd like to get to work.

I presume we're taking the 5:30 back.

Hm... I think so.

Excuse me.

Hello, Professor.

Hello.

Miss Ainsley!

Miss Ainsley, I wish you
hadn't come here.

I'm sure we settled everything
we had to say yesterday.

I didn't mean to intrude. I've just
come to say goodbye.

- You're leaving?
- Yes.

- Leaving town?
- Yes, I am.

Goodbye, Miss Ainsley. It was a great
pleasure to know you.

There's just one thing before I go.
Would you tell me how much of that book...

- ...is your own life and experience?
- Well, to tell you the truth,

not a bit of it.

That's incredible...
it's positively astonishing.

Don't tell me the entire book
is pure imagination.

Well, after all, that's not uncommon.

Every man at some time or another
dreams that he has killed Goliath,

that he's conquered the world.

It's the romantic life that every man
lives in his own mind.

In my case I just happen
to have written it down.

And how long does it take
you to write it?

Oh, maybe the better part of a year.

Hm, and were you teaching
all that time?

Yes, I was.

You see, I thought of it at nights
just jotting down notes and...

...funny, I became pretty
interested in it.

I'd rush home from my classes,
and lock myself in and...

...change character. I became
the Whirlwind.

I imagine that became the real part
of your life, and this just the incidental.

- More or less.
- I can understand that.

This is the essence of a
humdrum existence.

Literature 2, literature 4,
literature 6...

As against a real vital life,
romance, adventure.

And, I might add, a rather
warm love affair.

That, by the way, got a little warmer
than I originally planned.

- But exhilerating.
- Yes, quite.

Professor, that's just what your book
has been to ten million readers.

Exhilerating! Exhilerating for
the little people!

They were able to get out of their
humdrum lives just by reading it.

Just as you were by writing it.

Now why should you be ashamed
of a book that can do that?

Miss Ainsley, my Doctor's Thesis was
on a phase of Elizabethen literature.

There are three copies of that.

And I think more of those three copies
than I do of a million Whirlwinds.

You aren't going to miss your
train, Miss Ainsley?

Do you happen to know how many people
are going to see this book on the screen?

- I haven't the faintest idea.
- 80 million!

Eighty million?

Eighty million people, Professor, are going
to come into the theaters...

...seeking the same experience
the readers found in the book.

Happiness, escape from their
humdrum lives.

- That's quite a boon, isn't it, Professor.
- Yes, I agree.

The only way that can be done is to see
that the picture is presented properly.

That depends upon the man
that plays the part.

- Miss Ainsley, you're not...
- No, no, no, no...

That was yesterday. But now perhaps
you can understand how I feel.

Finding this man has become
a responsibility.

More than that.
It's become a duty.

And I don't intend to leave
a stone unturned until I find him.

Goodbye, Professor.

- Goodbye, Miss Ainsley.
- Oh, it is a pity.

- What is?
- To have found him and to have lost him.

- Oh, Dean Shaeffer, I...
- Dean Shaeffer!

I'm Miss Ainsley, Carol Ainsley
from New York.

- Miss Ainsley has come to town to...
- Expressly to see you, Dean Shaeffer.

How do you do, Miss Ainsley?

What I have to say to you will
only take a few minutes.

Could we possibly go to your office?
It is rather important.

- By all means.
- Goodbye, Professor Cobb.

My family knew the Cobbs very well.

As a matter of fact, his mother and
my mother went to school together.

You know, I've never been to Buxton
before, it's perfectly charming.

Oh, you should see it in the fall
when the leaves are turning.

Oh?

Dean Schaeffer, you're a famous man.

Your book "Customs and Manners
of our Revolutionary Ancestors"...

...has made you an authority
on that period.

That's what's brought me here.
Hollywood wants you.

Hollywood?

Yes, I've been commissioned to ask you if
you would act as a technical advisor...

...on a picture to be made
in that period.

A book of that period?
A recent book?

Yes. The Whirlwind.

The Whirlwind?
That's rather trashy.

No, Miss Ainsley. I wouldn't care
to be connected with it.

Oh, I'm so sorry you feel
that way about it, Dean.

I thought as it was all Buxton, it would be
rather nice to keep it in the family.

In the family? What has The Whirlwind
to do with Buxton?

Oh... nothing at all.
Just forget I said anything about it.

Do you mean to say somebody in this
university wrote The Whirlwind?

Who is the author of that book?
Let me see...

Anthony Street.

Anthony Street? There's no Anthony
Street here.

No doubt it's a pen name.
- I didn't say that anyone here wrote it.

You were in Professor Cobb's room.
Was it Professor Cobb?

Dean Shaeffer, you haven't given me your
answer yet about the research work.

Under the circumstances
I'm hardly inclined.

Miss Ainsley, was it Professor Cobb?

If you can, think it over and just
communicate with me.

Thank you so much, Dean Shaeffer,
for giving me your time.

Really, Buxton is truly lovely.
I must return when the leaves are turning.

Miss Gilbert! Tell Professor Cobb to see
me here at once.

Yes, Dean Shaeffer.

You sent for me, sir?

- Come in, Michael.
- Yes, sir.

Sit down.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Michael, have you heard of a book
called The Whirlwind?

The Whirlwind?
The Whirlwind...

Yes, I believe I have.

You happen to have read it?

I believe I thumbed through
it a little.

- How did it impress you?
- Well, I wouldn't call it scholarly.

In fact, it doesn't pretend to be
nothing more than a romantic work.

And very fine for what it is.

At least a large reading public
would say so.

I've heard that it's unmitigated trash.

- I wouldn't say that.
- Oh, you wouldn't.

I don't understand why you ask
me about this, sir.

Because I have a strong suspicion
that it was written here at Buxton...

...by one of the faculty.

Under the pen name of Anthony Street.

The author's identity is hidden so I don't
see anything to be concerned about.

Hidden or not hidden it's a very
live concern to me...

...that a piece of tripe like The Whirlwind
should originate at Buxton.

I don't think tripe is a very
exact word, sir.

- Oh, you don't.
- I'm afraid I don't.

Too many people have found
this particular book important.

- They have.
- I'm afraid they have.

Little people, sir, thousands
of them...

living out their humdrum,
sordid lives...

...to whom the adventure and romance
of this book are a relief and a boon.

And the same book will be filmed.

And do you know how many people
are waiting to see it?

Eighty million!
Eighty million little people...

...seeking escape and happiness.

- You are Anthony Street!
- Yes, sir. Anthony Street!

We'd better be getting along.

There's plenty of time.

Well, it was nice seeing Buxton.

The Yanks beat Detroit 3 to 2.

Miss Ainsley!

Miss Ainsley.

I know, I know what's happened, I'm terribly
sorry but honestly I didn't tell.

Miss Ainsley, what time are you
going back to New York?

- On the 5:30.
- Would the 9:30 suit you as well?

It certainly would.

Oh, would it suit you, Mr. Pepper?

Oh, cut it out!

It's after 12 o'clock,
I wonder where she is.

Oh, sit down, Pat, you're acting like
an expectant father.

I feel like one. I know something's
on the way.

- I wish I knew what it looked like.
- "Anthony Street,

Six-feet-four, adventurer, traveller.
A tidal wave of action."

He's probably carried her off
into the Pennsylvania hills...

...and they're living on nuts and berries.

Well...
Hello, everyone.

Meet Mr. Street, the Whirlwind.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, Mr. Street?

- How do you do.
- Oh, just put those down there any place.

- Good evening, Minna.
- Good evening, ma'am.

Come right in.

Now, four weeks isn't much time
but it's got to be enough.

Mr. Street understands the circumstances
and is willing to work with all of us.

Oh, Timmy... This is Mr. Timmons,
this is Mr. Street.

Will you wire David Arthur this
very night and tell him...

...we've definitely found the right man
to be delivered on the proper date.

Don't tell him anything else.

I don't want Mr. Street's name known
to anyone until he's ready.

Then I'll give you the go-ahead.
Oh, Clark... this is Mr. Clark.

We have to have publicity stills right away,
so bring your entire equipment over here.

Everything concerning Mr. Street
is to be handled right here...

...in this apartment under my personal
supervision. Now is that clear?

This is Miss Fenwick. He's got to learn
how to read lines right away.

You'll have to concentrate on that.
I want him to make a test in ten days.

Get Seldin to direct, and get Potter
to supervise the makeup.

Pat... where is he?
Oh, there you are.

Pat... this is one of my key men,
Mr. O'Shea, Mr. Street.

Glad to know you.

You don't know how glad I am
to meet you, sir.

Get Tony Williams to measure him for a suit.
Make it brown, double-breasted, English trade.

- I would suggest that...
- Where's Ritchie? Ritchie...

He's got to be kept in condition
throughout this entire thing,

so give him some of those terrible
back-bends in the gym.

Miss Dawson, and, Mr. Street,
my attorney, Mr. Lindsey.

Let me see...
Well, I think that's all for now.

You'd all better go home and get some sleep
because we haven't got one day to lose.

Thank you very much for coming
up here so late at night.

Good night, Pat.
Good night, Lindsey.

Timmy, I'll see you in the morning.
You'd better be here about 8:30.

Good night, good night, Tod.

Good night.

Carol, on behalf of the entire staff,
I bow from the hips.

- Will you have a drink or something?
- No, thank you.

- May I...
- No, not right now, thanks.

Well, Mr. Street, we're under way.

Yes, I think I'd better set
about finding a hotel.

A hotel? You're staying here.

Here? You mean...

Of course, we have a lot of work
to do together.

It's important that you stay near me.

- Yes, I realize that, but...
- I thought I explained all that on the train.

- I understand, but...
- There's a guest suite...

...right up here at the head of the stairs.
My clients use it all the time.

I think you'll find it quite comfortable.

- You must be tired, aren't you?
- Well, I...

- Oh, Minna!
- Yes, Miss Ainsley?

- Is Mr. Street's room ready?
- Oh, yes, Miss.

Fine, well you run right upstairs now
and get a good night's rest.

- But Miss Ainsley.
- Hm?

Is something bothering you?

Well, I had no idea for instance
in my staying here...

Oh now, look here, this isn't Buxton
where women aren't permitted.

Men are permitted here
and are quite welcome.

You run along right upstairs there now and
don't you worry about a thing. Good night.

Good night, Miss Ainsley.

Oh, Minna, Mr. Street will have
breakfast in bed in the morning.

- I generally...
- Oh, breakfast in bed is the only way...

...to start a day's work. While you're having
it, I'll come in and we'll map out the day.

- You will?
- Yes, yes... Good night.

Good night.

I wondered where you were.

The hat!

It came off in Buxton...

...to you.

Yes, Miss Ainsley, I'm impressed.

That was a spectacular performance
you put on down there.

Though I still don't know how
you pulled it off. How did you?

Well, I'm afraid that'll have
to remain a trade secret.

Shall we put it down to charm?

Charm, eh? The velvet glove on top
and underneath the brass knuckles?

Oh, I never show my knuckles.

You see, you'll have to run along now,
Mr. Pepper, I have a tough day ahead.

- I'm working against a deadline, you know.
- Yes, so am I.

And until you give me 15
uninterrupted minutes,

I can't even begin to write
the first installment.

- So come on, let's go to press, eh?
- If I do give you 15 minutes,

do I stand get a reasonable chance
of not finding you underfoot...

- ...every time I turn around?
- A reasonable chance, yes.

All right, I'll settle.

Go ahead, what is it you
want to know?

Well, I need some background material.
There are so many blanks.

- Um... may I?
- Yes, help yourself.

Um... how about your early years,
for instance? Your childhood.

Oh, I had a divine childhood,
perfectly glorious.

Oh.

I'm sorry it was as bad as that.

See here, Mr. Pepper, you asked
a question and I answered it.

I thought that was the usual way
of conducting an interview.

Miss Ainsley, I know your mother was
Cora Ainsley, a great actress.

I know your father is Senator Ainsley.
I know when and where you were born.

But that's just superficial detail.

Now, how about you as a child?
How did you feel, inside, I mean?

What catched you, what made you tick?

- You do go on, don't you?
- Yes, I do.

Well, Miss Ainsley?

Well, I went to Miss Lola's School
on the Hudson.

Before that I had a governess in Switzerland,
it was a very conventional pattern.

Your father was in Washington
a good deal, wasn't he?

He had to be.

And of course your mother spent
a lot of time on tour.

Yes... as a matter of fact she...

Oh, I get it, doctor.
Assembling my case history.

Poor little rich girl, left alone day after
day in her own private swimming pool.

No, thank you, I'm not having
any of that.

Okay, give me your version then.

What sort of life did you have?

It was very stimulating,
as a matter of fact,

having both one's parents so successful.

All their friends were brilliant,
the most talented people alive.

- Writers, musicians...
- Sounds rather overpowering.

- I got used to it.
- You could do with this.

Oh, thank you, Minna. You might
take some to, er... Mr. Street.

- You might enjoy it.
- Oh, yes!

- Mr. Street is here?
- Mr. Street is here.

Oh...

- You know what I think, Miss Ainsley?
- What do you think, Mr. Bones.

I think that ever since you were a child
you've had to prove something.

Living as you did in the midst
of all that success,

celebrated parents, distinguished friends,

Carol Ainsley had to be somebody.
It was expected of her.

And that must have been
rather a strain.

Very interesting, doctor.
When do you throw on the slides?

You could have been an actress,
or taken up painting or writing...

...if you had given it the time.

But you wanted success in a hurry,

so you took other people
and developed their abilities.

Steered them straight,
sold them high...

...and made their second-rate
talents pass for pure genius.

That is it, exactly. As for my childhood
confusions, forget that.

I did a job and I did t well,
and that's that.

Hm, I wonder.

You expect this Michael Cobb
to follow you without a blink.

All the others have,
why should he be different?

Because he is.

This man is intelligent and sensitive.

So much the better for the
job to be done.

A job. A fabulous job of making people
exist when they didn't exist before.

What's wrong with that?

Only one thing. In all your hurry
you overlooked doing a job on yourself.

Oh, I don't exist, is that it?

About ten percent of you does.

Given a chance the other ninety
might be terrific.

Good night, Miss Ainsley.

Good night.

Oh, that's nice, Clark.

I suggest we release that one with
our story on his Hawaiian interlude.

Right.

Don't you think we ought to bring
a girl in the story, I mean,

one that he left behind broken-hearted
with a grass skirt?

Now, Pat, you know that's old hat.

We'll stick to the sure fire stuff.
Flesh, blood, sinew.

- Pardon me for pointing.
- Yeah...

I know something now, Kathleen,

of all the things I've ever said or never
said, this alone has meaning, I love you.

I want no life unless you
share it with me,

for the essence of adventure lies
in a happy heart and without you I...

Mr. Street, you're just
saying words.

Try to think what they mean.
After all, you wrote them.

I never thought of them
as being actually spoken.

Come along, now, let's start
over again.

I know something now, Kathleen,

of all the things I ever said or never
said, this alone has meaning...

Oh, Miss Fenwick, here's Miss Drake.

- Hello, gents.
- Hello.

May I present Mr. Street, Miss Drake.

This is the young lady who'll play
Kathleen in the test with you.

- And a very capable young actress too.
- Hello, Mr. Street.

How do you do?

You mean Miss Drake and I are going
to play this love passage together?

Yes, the scene you've just
been rehearsing.

- Everything that happens in it?
- Yes, the complete scene.

- Now?
- Now and tomorrow when you make the test.

Oh.

Well, Jean, I think you'd
better go to work.

You two I think will be very
happy together.

- See that he's letter perfect.
- Yes. Here's the scene.

I would face anything, or dare
anything just to hold you for a moment.

Your arms, Mr. Street.

I'm sorry. Now?

Now. You're going to kiss her
in a moment.

Oh, start again, please.

If I'd be flogged for this,
Kathleen, let them flog me.

I would face anything, or dare anything,
just to hold you for a moment.

Kiss her now!

If I'd be flogged for this,
Kathleen, let them flog me.

I would face anything, and dare anything,
just to hold you for a moment.

My darling, some loves
like yours and mine...

...have no future or security.

They live in the present moment.

A moment when I can hold
you like this...

and tell you I love you.

And kiss you.

God bless me.

If I'd be flogged for this,
Kathleen, then let them flog me.

I would face anything,
and dare anything,...

...just to hold you for a moment.

Hello.

Oh, good evening, Mr. Pepper.

- Have a brandy?
- I usually don't.

I think you'd better.

All right, thanks.

Screen test in there?

Yes.

I'm afraid so.

That's all, folks. Bright and early
tomorrow morning.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Well, Michel, awful ordeal, isn't it, seeing
yourself on the screen for the first time.

- I suppose you thought you looked...
- Ghastly!

I can well imagine. First tests
are always like that.

Take your voice, for instance.

No doubt you had no idea it would
sound so different.

I had no idea.

Oh, that will all straighten out,
believe me.

You'll be amazed at your improvement
in your next test.

- Next test?
- Yes, yes, of course.

Suppose we talk about it
in the morning?

Did I have an appointment
with you, Mr. Pepper?

You told me to come around any
evening I was ready.

- I told you to telephone first.
- Miss Ainsley!

Michael, let's forget all about it
for this evening.

Sit down, relax, we'll all have a brandy.

I'm afraid I can't forget it.
As for making another test...

Michael, please, now is not the time.

Um... I could leave.

Please stay, Mr. Pepper.

Let's face something, Miss Ainsley.
I'm not an actor and never can be.

Not an actor, not an actor.
What are actors? simply people.

What is acting?
Simply being people.

That sounded plausible in Buxton.

And the reason for that was I hadn't
the slightest idea what was involved.

But tonight, after the most humiliating
experience I've ever had in my life,

another screen test is out
of the question.

In fact, if there's a train back to Buxton
tonight, I'm going to make it.

Well, you astound me.

If it were any man, just an
ordinary man, I might understand.

But a person with your imagination,
your intelligence.

After all, what were you asked to do?

To pretend. That's what an actor does.
Don't we all pretend?

Haven't you ever laughed at a joke
just to be polite,

haven't you ever smiled when
there was murder in your heart?

We do it all the time. And what were
you asked to do in that test?

What were you asked to pretend?
To be in love.

The most basic, elementary emotion.

After all, you pretended to be in love for
a full year while you wrote The Whirlwind,

you had enough imagination for that.

And all you had to do was to carry
that pretense into action.

You had a woman in your arms.
You were in love with that woman.

What is so difficult about that?

And the woman you love is
standing next to you.

And your arms are around her...
Arms, arms!

But you hold her, really hold her,
not like this.

Close, tight.
There, like this.

And your face is close
to hers, like this.

Now, what would your
next impulse be?

What is the next thing to pretend?

A woman as close as this,
with your arms around her,

with her face as near to yours as this.
You'd pretend you'd want to kiss her.

And you'd kiss her as you're
holding her, like this!

That's all there is to it.

If you'll excuse me.

Warm, isn't it?

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Where do you think he's going?

On a beeline back to Buxton.

Oh, hello, Mr. Pepper.

I wouldn't worry, Professor.

After all, how many actors could take on
your job in Buxton and make good of it?

Here.

You know, Henry, what I regret
most about this...

...is not myself so much.
But she worked so hard.

- That's her business.
- Yes, I know, but...

But she took such a personal interest.

Isn't that her business too?

Yes, but in such a warm way.

Oh... you felt that?

Oh, definitely, definitely.

Very sympathetic.

Well! Drink up, Professor.

You know, Henry. There's something
challenging about failure.

When a man is undertaking something,

right or wrong, there's an urge
to see it through.

Yeah... yes, um...

Well, will you excuse me, Professor?
I've got a call I've got to make.

Back in a minute.

- Good night, Jim.
- Good night, gentlemen.

- Hello?
- Miss Ainsley?

A little prediction for whatever it's worth.

The professor will be on the job
in the morning bright and early.

What do you mean?
How do you know?

Who is this, Pepper?
What makes you think...

Oh, just an idea. Good night,
Miss Ainsley.

But Pepper, where are you now...

Look, Carol I don't get this.

His bed hasn't been slept in, he walked out
of here last night, he's not back yet.

- What makes you think he's coming back?
- I don't know, it's just a hunch.

- A man told me.
- A man? What man?

Oh, come on now, Carol, stop kidding.
Anthony Street's back in Buxton.

The next word you'll get from him
is a request to send his baggage.

- Yes, I guess so.
- Look what are we going to do?

We can't stall the coast.
If it's off, let's say so.

Let's quit cold on the whole thing.

Good morning. I hope you didn't
worry, Miss Ainsley.

I said to Henry we'd better phone
and tell her where we are.

He said nonsense, never phone
in a bad state of mind.

Anyway, she must be asleep,
so we went right along.

- Went along, went along where?
- The Turkish bath.

- You spent the night in a Turkish bath?
- Didn't we, Henry?

Certainly did. Nothing like it
to clear the head.

Oh, it's a wonderful institution.
Cobwebs all gone.

I see everything in a different
light this morning.

It's no sin to fail, but once
you've undertaken anything...

...it is a sin to give up trying.
Well, let's have another go at it.

- Shall we? Is Miss Fenwick here yet?
- Not yet, 10 o'clock, I think.

Oh, of course, that's right.
Gee, I'm terribly hungry.

Minna! Have some breakfast
with me, Henry?

- No, no thanks, Mike.
- Minna! Minna!

Yes?

Minna, some orange juice, cereal, bacon
and eggs, toast, a lot of eggs.

Very good, sir.

Meanwhile I'll change into some working
clothes and Rick will be here any minute.

Oh, goodbye, Henry, and thanks a lot.

Let's have another evening
at the Turkish baths sometime.

- Anytime you say, Mike.
- Fine.

Swell guy, isn't he?

Well, Pat, what are you waiting for?
You've got a copy to write, you know.

- Yes, so have I.
- Oh, Mr. Pepper.

I should ike a word with you.

- You'd like a word with me?
- How did you know that?

- What do you mean?
- Oh, you know very well what I mean.

How can you call me up at midnight
and predict a thing like that?

Oh, we... we got to talking.

Oh, and he began to think
better of the job, hm?

- He thought better of you.
- Hm?

Well, a handsome thing like you can't kiss
a man like that within an inch of his life...

...and not expect to change
the whole course of it.

- What?
- He doesn't know it, but he's in love.

Are you crazy?

You play your cards right and you've
not only a star on your hands,

you've got him in your lap.

I'll catch you later.

Sorry, old man.

For thou art as glorious to this
night being o'er my head...

...as is a winged messenger of heaven.

You know, the trick is to catch
the meaning and the spirit...

...and forget the words.

Lady by yonder blessed moon I swear...

...that tips with silver all these
fruit-tree tops.

You know, Miss Fenwick, I'd like
to act this with somebody.

Let's get Miss Drake again.
I'd know what to do with her now.

You would?

I want no life unless you
share it with me,

for the essence of adventure lies
in the happy heart.

And without you I...

Oh, darling, without you I...

Oh, Kathleen!

And I can do better than that!
I'm sure I can!

Oh, what a night. After you left
we ran the test again.

Then we ran it a third time.

Then it just became a question which would
wear out first, myself or his soundtrack.

I thought the boy was wonderful. You'd think
he was in greasepaint all his life.

- I wonder what hit him.
- What do you mean what hit him?

Why, nothing hit him, of course.
He's intelligent, sensitive.

He merely caught on.
Well now, this is it.

Let's set what we're going to do with it.
Timmy, you'd better take this in your book.

Have that test put on a plane
for Hollywood today.

By tomorrow night we'll know
what they think.

And they can only think one thing.

Oh, Pat, will four days give
you enough time?

- I think so.
- Oh, then on Wednesday...

...the whole country will hear
about The Whirlwind.

Complete with pictures, blurb, everything.
It all breaks Wednesday.

And Thursday Street and I
take the train West.

Are you sure you want to go?

I want to deliver this prize
package personally.

Now, Pat, this trip West is very important.
In Chicago, Kansas City, Albuquerque,

we ought to have short receptions.

We don't want people tearing his clothes
off, remember, but we do want people.

- I'll take care of him like a father.
- Now, Timmy,

Wednesday night, that's the night before
we leave, a reception at my apartment.

Twenty-five or so newspaper editors
and magazine editors.

Take the best names off of this list.

Have the invitation read simply
"To meet Anthony Street."

- Mr. Pepper.
- Oh, tell him to go to...

Oh, okay, put him on.

Yes?
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Pepper?

Oh, I'm sorry, this happens to be
the busiest day of my life.

I'll have to read it another time.

You'll read it today, Miss Ainsley,

or this first installment goes
to press just as I wrote it.

- Is that all right?
- No it isn't!

All right, 5 o'clock then.

No, no, my apartment.

That man's an epidemic.

Hello, Hank, how are you?

You don't mind me breaking
in like this, of course you don't.

- It's a great day, Henry, I'm celebrating.
- Well, sit down!

Oh, can't, Tried it this morning,
can't sit a minute.

Wish you'd been there for the
new test, it was excellent.

- It was, eh?
- Oh, Carol was pleased, I know she was.

- Carol was, eh?
- I'm very grateful to you, Henry.

I might have turned tail that night
if it hadn't been for you.

- Always glad to help, Mike.
- Well, thanks.

- Gotta rush.
- Where are you going?

Well, frankly, it's very special.
I've got a little shopping to do.

- Oh?
- Say, Henry, um...

Don't you think Carol ought to
go out now and then, relax more?

Very sound idea.

I think so. I've been trying to figure out
just exactly what and how.

Well, how about the theater?

Theater? Say, that would be fine.

Could you suggest a play, Henry?

Well, what about the Lunts' new play,
it's opening tonight.

Oh, perfect. Say, maybe it'll be hard
to get tickets for opening night.

- I think I can arrange it, Mike.
- Well, that's very nice of you.

- Give your name at the box office.
- Well, terribly obliged, old man.

So long.

Oh, um... You wouldn't want
to come along?

Saw it in New Haven, Mike.
Thanks just the same.

Oh, that's too bad.
Well, thanks very much.

Well, Pepper, this is really
pretty good.

You like it?

Thanks for keeping a civil tongue
in your typewriter.

That's the first installment.
Now, shall we go on from there?

Well, we've polished off my childhood.
What now, business?

- Uh-uh, heart interest.
- What?

Hasn't your life both girl and woman
been remarkably free of men?

Of course not, I've had lots of beaus.

Thousands of them.

But never the one. The right one.

Well, you force it out of me.
There was one.

Only one. I was about twenty.

Skiing at spring in Austria.

He was an English boy, Geoffrey,

He was there on his Easter holiday.

It was love at first sight,
one of those perfect things.

You know, preordained.

I sailed home to tell my parents
about it.

We were going to be married.
Then it happened.

That summer.

He didn't live. He drowned.

- So you see, after that...
- Soft music now?

- What?
- I don't believe a word of it!

What would you believe,
fifteen children?

- That was a very moving story.
- Yeah.

Almost good enough to pass
for the real thing.

Oh, you are uncomfortably smart,
and the smuggest man.

Only last night I couldn't sleep giggling
over some of your theories.

- For instance, take Michael Cobb.
- Oh, yes, how is Mike?

Fine, perfectly fine, and he's minding his
own business in a perfectly normal manner.

If you'd seen the test last night, you'd
realize that the job is practically done,

now what have you got
to say about that?

Well, I'd say it's about time
he began to feel very grateful.

- Grateful?
- Miss Ainsley.

Hm?
- Well, what are those?

They just arrived by special
messenger marked "Rush".

- Rush?
- They're wrapped like gifts.

Yes... Oh, thank you.
Thank you, Minna.

- Hm, birthday?
- No, it's not my birthday.

You ought to mount a gun on it
and send it out to sea.

Nobody could be that hungry.
Now what idiot thought that up?

- Isn't there a card on it?
- Oh, thank you.

Well, well, well, imagine!

- Someone you know?
- Yes... Naturally.

- The flat one's obviously candy.
- Yes, thank you.

Hm...

Well.

- A client.
- Client? But all of them?

A quartet, four of them.

They sing, you know... together.

Uh... very talented.

I got them a contract.

As a matter of fact, every time
they come into town they...

...bring me a little something.

Oh, lovely, isn't it?

Oh, hello!
Hello, Henry!

Hello, Mike.

Um, Michael... do you mind?

Mr. Pepper and I will be through
in five minutes.

Oh, you're angry.

What, me? Oh, I should say not.
On the contrary.

- Really?
- Cross my heart and hope to die.

Then say you're pleased.

I'm delighted, I'm out of my mind, uh...

- Why don't you wait...
- There's one more.

One more what?

- Gift.
- Oh... Did you send them?

Oh, he didn't know?

No, he didn't know,
but he knows now.

They're really lovely, Michael,

it's very thoughtful of you.
Take this clock, for instance.

You shouldn't go spending
your money like this.

Money? Why I'm rolling in it.

I just stopped in at my publishers and they
showed me my Whirlwind statement.

If I don't start spending some of it,
I'll clutter up the banks.

I just wanted to express my gratitude,
there's nothing wrong with that, is there?

- No, of course not...
- Well, then let's forget about it.

Now here we are, 6 o'clock
and you're still working.

I don't like this, Carol, shut up
indoors all day long and...

And chain-smoking.

I never felt better in my life.

That's what they all say just
before they collapse.

Now come on, you've had
enough for today.

Michael, I have to have five more
minutes with Mr. Pepper.

- No more for today!
- Don't do that, Michael...

Up you go. You've got
to get dressed.

- What for?
- Didn't Henry tell you?

Tell me what?

Dinner out, you and I, and theater.
The opening of the Lunts.

And what did Henry have
to do with it?

Why, he arranged for the tickets.

When was this?

Oh, this morning. Just before
he went shopping.

Now up you go, we haven't
all the time in the world.

But I can't do this to Mr. Pepper,
he has certain material to get.

He's working against a deadline.

- Oh, don't mind me, go right ahead.
- Thanks, Henry.

- Minna!
- Thanks, Henry.

Say no more. I'll use your typewriter,
eat a little of your dinner...

...and we'll have a chat when
you get home.

- Minna, Minna!
- Yes, Mr. Street.

Minna, I want you to help Miss Ainsley
dress. She's very tired.

I am fine! And if you just stop
suggesting that I'm tired,

I'll have a fighting chance
to stay fine.

See? Nerves all on edge.
Upsy-daisy.

- How's your singing voice, Mike?
- Oh... I don't sing, Henry.

Oh, pardon me, I got you mixed up
with a quartet.

- I wonder what he meant by that?
- Too many martinis.

You're on your own!

Come on, give!

Come on back!

- We got it!
- Huh?

- I say we got it.
- Yeah!

How're we doing, Hank?

- A little loud, isn't it?
- What's that, Hank?

Loud! Loud!

- He says it's loud!
- Loud!

He must be mad!

I think a phone's ringing.

- Take it, will you, Hank?
- It's the house phone!

Oh!

Hello?

Hello!

Oh, yes, I believe we are.

Anybody we know?

Oh, is it? I'm so sorry.

We certainly will, yes.

The neighbors, the neighbors!
It's 3 o'clock!

Three o'clock.

The quiet! The quiet!
I can't stand it!

Henry! What are you doing here?

Oh, that's right, you were going
to wait for Carol.

I'm awfully sorry, old man.
What a night! Tell him, Carol.

- You tell him.
- The theater was wonderful!

Then we really started,
didn't we, Carol?

That we did, that we did.

And the nightclubs, why, I can't
even remember all of them!

- I can.
- Oh, little Carol's tired.

- No more work tonight, Hank.
- That's right, Mike.

You two butterflies are going to fold
your little wings and go beddybye.

Leave us not be coy.

- All right, my girl.
- No! Aspirin!

I can't move without aspirin.
Would you get it for me, Mike, please.

You bet!

With water!

You bet!

Mr. Pepper, one minute!

How do you really feel?

Like an occupied country.
I could kill you.

- Huh?
- Everything would be all right here...

...if you'd just stop your snooping.
Why did you have to suggest the theater?

Why don't you let the Lunts get
their own audience?

Mike didn't need any suggestions.

If I hadn't said theater,
it would have been something else.

It was, everything else. Little twinkletoes
never had such a time thanks to you.

It's the least one pal can
do for another.

That's what I want to talk to
you about, this "pals" business.

Perfectly harmless. Actually I'm just
an innocent bystander.

- Getting the kick of your life.
- Yes, and so is he.

That's what you really ought
to be worrying about.

If he gets any happier, you'll be in more
trouble and you couldn't shake a stick at him.

Carol! Oh, you sit right down now.

- Take this right on the tongue.
- I throw mine back!

- Off to bed.
- Aren't you going home, pal?

Right now, pal.

But I can't go to bed
without my milk.

- Milk?
- All my life.

Would you be a good boy
and get it for me?

You bet.

And warm it!

- Warm it?
- Warm it.

You bet.

- Warm milk.
- I hate it, gives me cramps.

Who is going to be in trouble,
Mr. Pepper?

If the professor gets any happier?

Well, I meant when a guy
like that gets hit,

a guy who's never been
in love before, it's murder.

- You're apt to wind up without a Whirlwind.
- You think so, huh?

I'd call a halt if I were you
and straighten him out.

Of course it's risky. He might clear out
and go back to Buxton.

He won't clear out.
You just leave that to me.

- No?
- No.

Say, maybe I'm wrong about
this whole thing.

Maybe you're beginning to care.

- Carol!
- Yes, Michael?

Just going, pal.

- Oh, thanks, I'll drink it later.
- Oh, no, drink it while it's warm.

That's right, drink it while it's warm.

Bottoms up.

Nighty night.

Atta girl!

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present
Mr. Anthony Street.

The Whirlwind!

Come and meet some of these nice people.
Hello, how are you! Hi!

Pat, Pat...
Excuse me, please.

He's not bad...

Father! Oh, darlng.

- Where did you come from?
- Hello, angel.

Just had a meeting in New York
and thought I'd drop up.

What's the ball?

It's for Anthony Street,
you know who he is.

Street, Street? Oh, he's why I couldn't
find the news in the papers tonight.

Well, nice seeing you, so long.

Come in here, I want you
to meet him, come on.

- Not that mob, not me.
- But I want to talk to you.

Oh, there's something I want
to ask you.

Phone me at the St. Regis when
things quiet down.

You come right here, come on,
come on!

Come in here.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Now don't give me that.
I get crowds in public life.

Privately I insist upon peace
and quiet.

- It's an absolute phobia with you.
- Your mother gave me that phobia.

Always trailed by a three-ring circus
and you took up when she left off.

- Well, it's your affliction, poor darling.
- Oh, I can bear it.

- Now look, Friday is my birthday.
- I know, I know. What do you want?

I want you to come down to Washington and
make it a nice, calm birthday weekend at home.

- Oh, I...
- Oh, only a few old friends,

the Valentines, the Laroches, the...

But look, darling, I'm leaving tomorrow
morning for Hollywood.

- Hollywood? What for this time?
- Anthony Street.

I got to take him out there and see
that he gets properly launched.

Oh, can't you just crack a bottle
over his head?

Oh, sweetheart, really, I'm so sorry...

...but this is the most important job
I've ever undertaken in my life.

All right, all right, angel, don't get
mordant about it, it can't be helped.

Well, I'll come and see you
as soon as I get back, all right?

All right. Now help me duck
out of this place.

- There is a parcel for you in the mails.
- Oh, thank you, darling.

- When do you go back to Washington?
- Last plane tonight.

If you change your mind,
let me know.

Well, Senator! How are you, sir?

Henry Pepper, don't tell me a man
like you goes to these job parties.

Not exactly.

Well, how long have you two
known each other?

Pepper? He wrote a first rate article
about me a few years ago.

- Your daughter's the victim this time.
- Oh, really?

When Pepper gives the time,
you've arrived.

- How long has this been going on?
- Too long.

Oh, three or four weeks.

Four weeks? He collected everything on
me in the first interview, in just an hour.

Well, I changed my methods
with the subject.

- Well, goodbye, Carol.
- Goodbye, darling.

- Let me hear from you.
- Yes, I will, dear.

Goodbye, Senator.

Now let me see, Pepper. I don't believe
you were on the list.

Oh, yes. Want to see my credentials?

- He's got to talk to you about what?
- No idea.

Hello, Henry, thanks for coming.
Hank, I got a lot of news for you.

- Let's go in here.
- Fine.

Um, I may need this to get out.

Selection of Anthony Street
and his nationwide search.

Former university professor
to be Hollywood star.

Mike, the world is yours.

Things have been happening all
day long. I don't quite know where I am.

Oh, wait a minute, let me
show you something.

Here, read this.

No, no, let me read it.

Michael Cobb, in behalf
of self and faculty,

extend heartiest congratulations.

University is proud of you.

Would it not be most fitting
to have world premiere...

...of Whirlwind motion picture take
place in historic Buxton?

Oh, no!

Wait, wait!

Faithfully, Alfred B. Shaeffer, Dean.

I don't believe it.

I've added a few more names for the Chicago
party but it'll still be intimate enough.

I wonder what those two grown-up men are
jabbering about in there for over an hour.

Fine thing the way Pepper dragged him
in there almost spoiling the party.

- Seems to me Street did the dragging.
- Huh?

Well, let's knock off for tonight, Pat, we'll
finish up on those details in the morning.

- I won't wait to say good night.
- No, it's liable to be daybreak.

Likely.

And funny thing, Carol knew it
all the time.

Every word she spoke that
first day at Buxton.

Every word was right.

How people felt about it all.
Take tonight, for instance,

all those blas� professionals,
why they even seemed to be interested.

Why, there's millions of others,
I've become important to them,

I'm some part of their lives.

I never understood it until tonight
and this telegram from Buxton.

I wonder how many Whirlwinds are being
written behind closed doors down there.

That's just the point, the hypocrisy.

You want to live but you keep on denying
it from Dean Shaeffer on down.

- In my case if it hadn't been for Carol...
- Hm, a very perceptive woman.

She showed me how to live
honestly, Henry.

- Why shouldn't I?
- By all means.

- In every conceivable way.
- Absolutely.

I mean, if you have an honest
emotion to... Well, you know,

the kind that would complete
your life...

should a man conceal it, or shilly-shally?

Sheer hypocrisy.

I'm glad to hear you
say that, Henry.

Come, come, boys, the party's over.

Oh, say, it's getting pretty late.

- Have the guests gone?
- Yes, yes, they've all go...

- What's the matter with you, Michael?
- Oh... nothing. Nothing.

Happiest man in the world.
Why not?

Well, I'll be saying goodbye
to you two.

Good luck, Mike, you're a cinch.

I'll be watching your career and if you
ever get back to civilization, look me up.

- Oh, thanks for everything, Henry.
- Not at all, not at all.

Well, Miss Ainsley,

I'll mail you the rest of the profile
and you can wire me any corrections.

Now, I know you won't have much time,
you're going to have a lot on your hands.

- I am?
- Oh, yes.

Things are going to star popping now.

- Are they?
- Aren't they.

Well, best to both of you.

Um, Mr. Pepper, won't you have
a little farewell drink?

Oh, I never touch it, thanks.

Bye-bye.

Oh! Great party, everyone was
simply mad about you, Michael.

Well now, tomorrow you start
the big adventure.

- We do, Carol.
- Hm?

I said we do, you and I.

- Oh, yes, in a way, of course.
- In all ways.

There'd be no adventure
if it weren't for you.

I see what you mean, sure.

Well, I have a little packing to do,
I'll bet you have too.

Carol!

Carol, whatever I am now, whatever
comes of this is your doing.

You mustn't underestimate
yourself, Michael.

As I was walking in my sleep in Buxton
you had the vision.

Even then if you hadn't stayed very
close by and kept propping me up...

Well that's what I am,
a great little propper.

- The faith you gave me.
- Faith, faith...

Yes, a beautiful thing.

Carol, I didn't go on trying
just for myself,

it wasn't getting rich or famous,
I didn't care about that.

I was doing it for you,
I wanted to make you proud.

Oh, I am, I am proud, proud fit to burst.
And it's really very sweet of you, Michael.

Come now, shall we get on
with our little chores?

So long as you're near me it's fun
to go on, it's thrilling.

Yes... Michael, look at this room,
isn't this a mess?

What's the difference how the confounded
room looks? I'm trying to tell you something.

And I'm listening, I really am. It's just that
I have a thousand and one things on my mind.

Forget them will you,
for just one moment.

Carol, I want it always
to be exciting and thrilling.

- Well, give it a chance.
- There's only one way.

- Huh? Michael...
- Will you listen?

We have days to talk.
On the train.

- I can't wait days.
- Michael, please...

- The phone, the phone!
- Let Minna take it.

Oh, Minna's in bed.

Hello... hello.

Oh, this is Carol.

Oh, Father!
It's Father.

Not Father, this is Pat.
Look, it just occurred to me that...

Not really, Father!

Look, Carol, this is Pat,
P-A-T, Pat.

Nobody's father.

Look, I just wanted to tell you...
Hey, are you crazy?

Oh, you want me to come over
to the hotel right now?

Well, of course I realize it's important,
to phone me at this hour.

Of course, darling, I'll come right away.

I thought Father was in Washington.

He must have something terribly
important on his mind.

- I'll go with you, Carol.
- Oh, no, no...

You know, father and daughter,
something rather confidential.

I insist on going with you
at this hour of the night.

Oh, thank you, Michael,
but I wouldn't hear of it.

We may be up half the night.
I wouldn't do that to you.

Why, I could wait outside, can't I?

Carol! Carol!

Carol, answer me.

Carol!

Yes, Michael?

Good night.

Good night.

Hello? Hello, Pat, this is Carol.

Yeah? Well, this is Father.
Say, what's the matter with you anyway?

I'll explain some other time.
Listen.

I've got to go to Washington tonight...

...and I will not be back tomorrow in time
to make it on that train with Cobb.

You're going to Hollywood
with him instead of me.

What? What happened?

Don't ask me now. It's about Father,
something just came up.

I'll have to be with him
for the next few days.

Don't be difficult, Pat.
Now do as I tell you.

And pay attention.
Tell Cobb that I flew out tonight...

...but that I'll be back tomorrow
in time to catch the train.

Now keep telling him that up to
the very last minute.

Then put him on the train
and you get on with him.

Tell him I'll catch up in Chicago.
Now, in Chicago there'll be a telegram...

...saying that I'll follow to the coast
within a week. You got it?

Don't ask questions.
And another thing.

Tell Timmy to slip up to my
apartment tomorrow...

...and pack a bag and put it on the plane
for Washington. I'll have it picked up.

Oh, Pat. Call up right away, will you?

And get me a ticket on the
last plane tonight.

Yes, I'll wait right here till
you phone back.

I'm in the office.
Hurry up, will you, Pat?

And thanks. You're saving my life.

Neatest trick of the week.

What are you doing here?

I figured you'd be running
for your life tonight.

And if you did, where else
would you come?

What do you mean running for my life?
My father wants to see me.

- It's very important.
- Won't he be surprised.

Look, Mr. Pepper, I said goodbye to you once
tonight. Do we have to go another round?

Not a hair out of place.
Really, it's a letdown.

After that struggle I thought at least I'd
find you a little breathless and panting.

Oh, so you knew what was
going to happen.

I had a rough idea.

I got to wondering how you'd react.

Well, it seems there was
no reaction at all.

- Will you please get out of here?
- Still so cool?

So safe and snug behind the big
business desk?

Well, what did you expect me to do?
Stay home and cope...

...with that impassioned St. Bernard?

Oh, you were right.

Don't put him straight. Don't let
him in on your little secret.

Don't tell him that you never actually
felt anything in your life,

in fact you don't even know
if you could.

I feel as much as you or anyone else.

It so happens that I don't feel
for Michael Cobb.

Oh, maybe it's a question of type.

Maybe another man could strike sparks
beneath all that blank efficiency.

You can't talk to me that way,
Mr. Pepper.

Once and for all you can't talk
to me that way.

I never will again. Not after tonight.

This is positively the last interview.

When I learn the last thing
I want to know.

Stand still, will you?
What do you mean the last thing?

I mean the other 90%. Up to now
I've only seen the 10% function.

But I've looked for something more
ever since the first moment that I saw you.

And if ever I could find it, I've an idea
I might be in love with you.

Now look, this sort of thing just can't
happen to me twice in the same evening.

I just want to make sure.

After all you look like a woman.
You're magnificent.

You walk and talk like a queen.

Your skin glows, your eyes shine,
your lips hold promise.

And here is a man very much taken
with you, standing very close to you.

What's your next impulse, Miss Ainsley?

Why, to get into his arms, isn't it?
Like this.

And then what? The next natural,
compelling thing.

Why, this, isn't it?

No, I guess not.

Well, I guess that washes up
the profile, Miss Ainsley.

Hello... hello?

Oh yes, Pat.

The ticket? Oh, thank you.

No, no, I'll be back Monday.

Right back behind my...
big business desk.

- Many happy returns, Howard.
- Forty more years of service.

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday, darling.

I call this a real birthday.
I have my oldest friends.

- Well, aren't they a bore?
- But it's comfortable.

And of all the incredible things,
I have my daughter.

Now, you asked for it,
don't complain about it.

I thought you were going to Hollywood
with this Whirlwind fellow. I read...

As a matter of fact I was going, but what
are my plans compared to my father?

I don't know why, but this worries me.

- Whirlwind, it sounds rather fascinating.
- What's he like, Carol?

No, no, no, no you don't.
No, business is barred.

If she talks about Anthony
Street, so help me...

...I'm going to talk about
Senate Bill 9248.

- Oh, no.
- This weekend I want only a daughter.

This is my party and I say
no intrusions.

Just peace and quiet.

All right, consider yourself
in private session, Senator.

- Dinner is served, Senator.
- Right on the dot. That's the way I like it.

Shall we go in?

Telephone for you, Miss Carol.

- Long distance.
- She's not here.

Oh, Father, I do think I ought to
take it, you go ahead in.

No! We're all going to sit
down together.

Oh, I won't be a minute, excuse me.

Hello.

Yes, this is she.

Hello? Pat?
What's happened, where are you?

Look, I'm sorry I didn't want
to phone you until I had to.

Street's gone. That's right,
the Whirlwind blew.

Well obviously we're not on
the train, I'm phoning you.

We never got started.

He disappeared at the station.

How is that possible?
What's happened, what do you mean...

Well, give me a chance.
Look, we got to the station,

I told him that you couldn't
make it, you know.

Then I had to leave him for a moment
to take care of the baggage.

When I got back he was gone.

He just can't disappear. Too many people
know what he looks like.

The police? I should say not!

Are you crazy? David Arthur
would go out of his mind.

I don't know, I don't know,
give me a chance to think.

I've got an idea. You call me back
in twenty minutes.

I want to place a person to
person call, please.

This is Carol Ainsley calling
from National 4035.

I want to talk with Henry Pepper, New York,
the Knickerbocker Magazine.

If he's not there, they'll give you his
home phone number, or bar or someplace.

Please, you've got to get him for me,
and hurry, it's terribly important.

Thank you.

- Now we can go into dinner.
- I'm sorry, Father.

- What's wrong, dear.
- Oh, nothing, just routine.

Carol, I thought this sort of thing
wasn't going to happen.

I had to place a call into New York...

Oh, please, do start without me.
Go right ahead, excuse me, excuse me...

Carol, we're going to sit
down together.

Thank you, Hattie.

Senator, dinner is served.

- Ben!
- Hello?

Hello... good.

Mr. Pepper...

I'm fine.
Where's Michael Cobb?

Mike? Why, isn't he on the choo-choo?

Have you heard from him or haven't you?
Is he with you or isn't he?

You mean he's run out too?

Oh, I'm not laughing, it's just nerves.

No, my friend, he hasn't
checked in with me.

You're bound to hear from him.

Because he's your pal, isn't he?

Well, even when you do
hear from him...

Hattie!

Could you do that, please, for me?

Immediately. My telephone
number here is...

- Carol!
- Michael!

Michael?

Carol!

I have to talk to you,
I have to see you...

Michael, please, come in the library.

Oh, excuse us, Father, please
don't wait dinner for us.

Oh, this is Mr. and Mrs. Valentine,

Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks
and Mr. and Mrs. Laroche.

- How do you do?
- And my father, Senator Ainsley.

- How do you do, sir?
- Oh, this is Mr. Cobb.

Cobb?

- It's Anthony Street!
- Of course.

Oh, yes, I am.
How do you do?

I'm sorry to break in like this.

Please don't wait for us.
Go right ahead with dinner.

In this house, Mr. Street,
we like to sit down together.

Oh... that's the way it should be.

Now don't just stand there grinning at me.
I've asked for an explanation.

Everyone in the country knew
you were taking that train tonight.

How can you do a thing like this? You'll be
disappointing crowds of people, newspapers...

Do you hear me?

I haven't seen you since last night.

What sort of an answer is that?

That's the answer to everything.
What would I be going to the coast for...

or any place without you?

For goodness' sake, I said I'd
be out there.

But I can't wait, Carol,
I started to tell you last night,

I don't want the coast or any part
of this career unless it includes you.

That's very sweet of you,
and it's very subtle,

but now is not the time
to talk about it.

- Why not?
- Because Father's waiting dinner.

I mean, we'll talk about it
in the future.

The first thing you have to do now
is to get on that train.

Not without you, Carol, not without
a simple answer from you.

But there isn't a simple
answer, Michael.

Oh, this is positively impossibly
boyish of you.

No, it's worse. I'm walking
on egg shells, I'm in love!

Stop it! I mean, Michael, in all reason
I'm all wrong for you.

- I can't even bake anything.
- What?

What I'm trying to tell you is you
should marry a nice, sturdy homebody.

A Buxton buxon... I mean a Boxing Bux...
A girl from Buxton!

Oh, I've seen them all in Buxton.

- Carol, you mean you don't care at all?
- Of course, I mean, I'm fond of you.

- Very fond of you...
- I knew it!

Michael, we mustn't lose our heads,
I must have time to think.

- How much?
- A month.

- I'll give you one.
- One?

- That's all, then a quick simple marriage.
- Marriage, that would ruin a career like yours.

Don't be silly, they're all married out
there, it hasn't hurt anybody yet.

- What was that?
- Bells, they went off in my head.

Michael, don't be ridiculous.
It's the front door.

I have a feeling it's, uh...

- But dinner is served, sir!
- But Ben, I...

- What now, Hattie?
- Some gentlemen, sir.

Gentlemen? How many?
- Four, and a lady from the press.

- Press?
- They want to see Mr. Street.

We're invaded!
I'll talk to the press.

What on earth are the press doing here?
Did you talk to anyone when you arrived?

No, not a soul. Oh, the cab driver,
he asked for my autograph.

- Did you give it to him?
- Made him very happy.

Cab driver? He's just a pipeline
to every paper in town, they all are.

- Well, tell them to go away.
- We can't.

They want to know why you're not on that
train. We've got to tell them something, uh...

Look, tell them you've come down here for an
important last-minute conference with me.

And that you're leaving tomorrow
by plane for the coast.

- With you.
- Yes, yes, yes...

- Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Certainly, certainly...

- Wait here.
- I'm sorry, my friends, very sorry.

Mr. Street is my guest and I want his
privacy respected as well as my own.

But, Senator, can't you just tell us why
Mr. Street's plans were switched?

- All of a sudden.
- I don't know, and if I did...

- it's still not your business to...
- Yes it is, Father, it is their business...

...to know exactly.
Good evening, how are you tonight?

Mr. Street would love to see you
right there in the library.

- Thank you very much.
- That's quite all right.

- But, Carol!
- Now, Father, Mr. Street is news.

- I know, but Carol, what in the name...
- I know, Father, dinner is waiting.

This will only take a minute.
Hello there.

- Miss Carol.
- Yes?

Telephone. Hollywood is calling.

Oh, my, things are piling up, aren't they?
Just a second, Father.

Well, what's so funny?

Now, Howard, who minds waiting
dinner for Anthony Street?

I do.

Why, Howard, every home in America tonight
wants Street for dinner and you've got him.

Why, you're famous!

Forty years of public service
and tonight just waiting here...

...trying to mind my own business,
I'm famous.

I know, David, but...
I know, I know.

But, but...
Yes, certainly, David, but, but...

So my public wants to know about this.

My, my, I have got a public,
haven't I?

Oh, yes!

Oh, it's nothing, really. Just an intimate
thing between Miss Ainsley and myself.

Oh, I don't think she'd mind.
I'm very proud.

I think I'll tell you, but quite
confidentially.

Of course!

I came down here to confirm my
engagement to Miss Ainsley.

- And it's confirmed.
- Marriage? When?

Well, that hasn't been decided yet,
but I hope in the near future.

- Maybe the first.
- Thank you.

- Hope you'll be very happy.
- Lucky man!

- Thank you.
- Congratulations, old boy.

Good night, Senator, thank you
very much.

- Good night, Senator.
- Why say good night?

Stay to dinner. It's an open house.

Not tonight!

- Oh, good night, boys.
- Congratulations, Miss Ainsley.

- Miss Ainsley, you sure picked a good one.
- Yes, he'll be great in the part, thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Well, Father, everything's just fine now,
we can sit right down. Where's Michael?

Long distance? I want to get
Henry Pepper.

New York, the Knickerbocker Magazine.

- Oh, Michael.
- Here I am.

- Dinner.
- At last we can all sit down together.

Ladies, gentlemen, we are dining.

Oh, here we go at last, you've been
very patient about it, Father.

Great heavens! Ben!

Faces! We're surrounded!
Ben!

People peering in here.
Who are they?

Oh, don't worry, sir, that's Winston,
the cook from next door.

- And Fred, who drives for Mr. Hanna.
- What are we, the zoo?

- What are they staring at?
- At Mr. Street, sir.

- I'm afraid Hattie phoned around a little.
- Is Hattie out of her mind?

Well, sir, Wilson phoned us when
they had Mrs. Roosevelt.

- Tell them to go home, chase them away.
- Yes, sir.

No, wait, Ben.
Is dinner ready?

- Yes, sir.
- Is everyone ready for dinner?

- Oh, Father, you know we are.
- Now, in the name of heaven...

- Oh, that's my call, sorry.
- Your call? No, that's my call.

- It's my call, the library.
- No, no, no, that's...

Oh, no, that's my call,
excuse me, excuse me.

- Oh, don't wait dinner, Father.
- Go right ahead with dinner.

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you

Happy Birthday, Senator Ainsley
Happy Birthday to you

Thank you all very much.

You know, it's beautiful, I...

Hey, how many candles?

Oh, I picked a real, nice neutral
age for you, Father. Forty.

Why, that's very charming
of you, Carol.

You know, I haven't had anything
like this since I was a boy.

Oh, what do I do?
- You make a wish, Howard.

- You've got to blow out all the candles.
- In one breath.

- In one breath?
- Yes, in one breath, darling.

But first you make your wish.
Oh, gentlemen, no, thank you. Do sit down.

So start thinking, Father, because
you want to get a good wish.

Now, Father, close your eyes,
think hard.

- You got it?
- I got it, I got it!

Take a deep breath.

Here's a late item from Washington D.C.

Announcement was made tonight
at the home of Senator Ainsley...

of the forthcoming marriage
of his daughter Carol...

to Anthony Street, author of The Whirlwind
and former professor at Buxton University.

- Did you hear what I did?
- Yes!

- Congratulations, my son.
- You never said a word!

Michael, have you any idea
how this happened?

Well, darling, I spoke to the press
tonight, but under the strictest confidence.

- Oh, my dear!
- Strictest confidence! Washington newspaper!

- Delicious, the strictest confidence.
- You don't mind Carol?

Mind, I...

And I thought as a birthday
present for the senator.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Come on, Carol, tell us,
when's the wedding?

- Oh, not for some time.
- Almost immediately.

What did you say?

I said almost immediately. Senator, your
daughter has one very great fault.

She cannot make up her mind.
I appeal to you.

So why shouldn't we be married here
tomorrow before we leave for the coast?

- Tomorrow?
- I thought so.

And what could be more fitting? An informal
ceremony right here in this house tomorrow.

- Now wait just one minute, Michael...
- You're going to be married here?

Yes, sir, but don't worry, sir,
I've arranged for everything.

Carol! Oh, darling!
This is wonderful!

- And you wouldn't even give us a hint.
- I'm speechless.

What on earth is this all about?

What is it all about.
The wedding, darling, the wedding.

Oh, I left them a little message
before dinner.

- Oh, you did!
- Hello, everybody.

Now what are you doing here?

Me? I'm the best man.

Thank you, Ben. Did anybody
see you come up?

No, sir. All asleep.
Quiet as mice.

Oh, I can't believe it.
Did you bring the candles?

Yes, sir. Forty of them, right here.

We're going to put those forty
new candles on that cake, Ben,

- ...and light them, light them all.
- Yes, sir.

And I'm going to make that wish
and blow if it kills me.

- Pepper...
- Shhh!!!

If anybody wakes up the senator after
what he's been through, it'll be murder.

Look, Pepper, how long has this been
going on between Carol and Michael?

All the time. From the first
moment she laid eyes on him.

She's mad about him.
Go to bed, Pat.

Shh!

- I can't understand it, Pat.
- She's mad about him, always was.

Go to bed.

Shh!

- 37...
- 38...

39, 40.

Fine, Ben, fine.

How do you do?
You're lost, aren't you?

- I want to talk to you.
- People usually knock.

I scratched.

Now look, the whole house
is on the prowl.

The next person in here will probably be
Michael and that won't be so good.

You think I engineered this wedding
in cold blood, don't you?

You think I took the easiest way
to get him to go to Hollywood,

that's what you think, isn't it?

Why, I think it's very touching, two people
agreeing to share their lives together.

I don't care what you think,
I don't care in the least.

But it just isn't so. I had
nothing to do with it.

He barged in here tonight,
took the bit in his teeth,

then there was Father's party and
a lot of newspaper people underfoot.

Even then I didn't say yes,
I said maybe or sometime.

What else could I do at a
moment like that?

With The Whirlwind hanging in
the balance? Nothing, of course.

I was on the telephone when
he saw the reporters.

He took everything into his
own hands, big forceful man!

And then he throws Father
completely by saying...

...he wants this house for the
ceremony tomorrow.

Now that's exactly how it happened.

Everything went black and suddenly
I'm a bride-to-be.

Oh, I know, you predicted all this,
and that makes you a very clever man.

But no one could have foreseen
that this idiot was going to go berserk.

Not even you. And I won't have
you thinking what you do.

Even though I'm well aware of
what your opinion is of me.

I have no opinion.

Oh, that's just fine. What does that
make of me, the perfect vacuum?

I should have known better than
to come in here.

And exactly why did you?

Because I didn't like the look on
your face when you arrived.

And besides, I do care what you think when
it comes to something as important as this.

I thought perhaps after last night
you might try to be...

...honest and helpful.

- Oh, I'd be quite glad, Miss Ainsley.
- Quit calling me Miss Ainsley!

You know, I see no problem
in all of this.

Mike has to go to Hollywood.
Even I am convinced of that now.

Too much depends upon it,
too many people expect it.

And you worked too hard
to bring it about.

Nothing must be allowed to interfere.

And if marriage is a way to get him
out there, then marriage it ought to be.

- You wait just one minute.
- Oh, no, it's very simple.

You'll be Mrs. Street or Mrs. Cobb for just
as long as it takes to get him settled.

Till he makes friends and gets
to like the place. And then naturally...

You'll be off on your way to Reno.

Owing to your differences in temperament,
your work in the East and so forth.

But he'll stay put and earn your 10%.

I see.

And of course, all the time while
I'm waiting for him to become adjusted...

Ah, that's what I was going to say.

That's the beautiful part.

All this time he won't even
know the difference.

He's never been in love before.

Why, he doesn't even know what
a really 100% woman is like.

He won't even know what
he's missing.

Up! Up!
Everybody up!

Up, Timmy, up!

Up! Come on, Pat, up!

Puck! Puck!

Puck! Up, Puck!

Up! Up, Mr. Bridegroom, up!

- Carol!
- No wedding, Mr. Street!

Is that clear to everybody?
No wedding!

I don't want a wedding.
Nobody can make me have a wedding.

A woman decides that for herself.
And I haven't decided.

Except that it won't be you, Michael.
A woman decides that too.

You're the Whirlwind,
you're a handsome young man,

you have talent and a fine profile,
but it won't be you.

If I let you think it might, if I failed
to set you straight long ago...

...because I thought you'd walk
out on me, I'm sorry.

You can hate me for it,
you can walk all over me.

Anything but marry me. That's where
a woman draws the line.

Regardless of how many other
things are involved.

So I wish you all the luck
in the world.

No matter what you decide,
you can go back to Buxton,

you can go to Hollywood,
you can just plain go!

But no wedding!

Now I can sleep.
Now you can all sleep.

What a woman!

- It's all right, it's all right.
- I can't help it.

I know, it was tough to smash up
that whole Whirlwind business.

I don't care anything about that,
But everything else though.

You standing out there
and all the terrible things I said.

Well, it had to be said.

What a blast. Poor Michael.
He'll never be the same.

Oh, don't you believe it. That fellow's
got plenty of bounce.

I'll make a prediction.
He'll go back to Buxton.

He's a celebrity, people will come from miles
around to sit at the feet of Professor Cobb.

And he'll grow old and happy doing
the job he was meant to do.

- You think so?
- Oh, of course.

Pepper's always right.

Well, I will admit you called
the turn on everything so far.

Carol!

I'm terribly sorry, Michael...

Has it ever occurred to you, Carol,

...that The Whirlwind is vitally important
to eighty million people?

Yes.

And wouldn't you say that that
fact matters far more...

...than the personal feelings of
any one individual?

Yes, I would.

I would too, Carol.

I would too.
Good night, Carol.

Good night, Henry.

Pat!

Pat!

Have you changed any plans
for the luncheon in Chicago?

- No.
- I understand the mayor's to be there.

- Yes, that's right.
- Good, good, we mustn't disappoint him.

Bright and early!

Back to Buxton. You certainly missed
a beat on that one.

Well, you know how whirlwinds are.

Unpredictable.

Pepper, how about a deal?

I think I might be able to do
something for you.

You'd have to sing a contract,
however.

Ainsley, I might be interested.

- On my own terms, of course.
- Hm, for instance.

For instance, no tests.

- Hm-hmm.
- No options.

- Really?
- No 10%.

- What?
- Strictly fifty-fifty.

Hm, sounds good.

Better make up your mind.
It's a long-term contract.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes