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[car horns blaring]

[blowing party horn]

[blowing party whistle]

[ringing cow bell]

[crowd chattering indistinctly]

- Happy New Year!
- Ah, nuts..

[trumpet blaring]

[knocking on door]

Happy New Year, Jason.

You know, you mustn’t hurry
like that anymore.

- It’s bad for your heart.
- I won’t, sir.

- Happy New Year to you, sir.
- Oh, thank you.

- Is grandfather in there?
- He’s resting, sir.

- I’ll tell him you’re here.
- Fine.

- And hurry up, hurry up.
- Yes, sir.

Better start
the New Year right.

Mr. Harry,
is calling, sir.

Sorry, if I seem
to burst in

but, uh, the major said
you wanted to see me.

It was more or less
Carrie’s idea.

Oh, yes. Mother’s idea.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I suppose
you’ve heard.

I’m casting shame and disgrace
upon the family.

I’m going to marry
an actress.

’Well, I am.’

Because I love her.

Good, Harry.

But are you quite sure, my boy,
that you’ll always love her

just the way
you love her now?

And that nothing hidden
in the future or in the past..

...can ever shake your faith
and break your heart?

Oh, I’ve heard
all that from mother.

I...oh, I’m sorry, sir, I..

But after all, you know,
you are a bishop.

And no bishop could possibly
know anything about love.

Well, I didn’t mean
that exactly but..

Oh, I-I know you’re awfully
wise, and you understand people

and can see right through
them and all that.

But this is different.

I don’t believe you will be able
to understand this.

Why, it’s been so long
since you were young.

It must be hard for you
to remember back.

You think so, Harry?

[groans]

What’s the matter,
grandfather? Rheumatism?

Don’t mention
rheumatism now, my boy.

I’m only 28 years old.

[music on gramophone]

Don’t take it off, Harry.

I’ve been playing that
all evening.

Do you know what’s
in this little box?

Romance, my boy.
The perfume of romance.

’What is it?
A handkerchief’’

A little handkerchief.

And a rose.

Mm, it’s dried
and yellow now.

And the sweetness..

...is all gone.

Well, I’m an old man,
Harry.

But sometimes, somehow, it..

Why, it seems
just like yesterday.

What, sir?

That’s what I’m going to tell
you, my boy. Sit down.

- Are you comfortable there?
- Uh-huh.

That’s fine.

Well, Harry,
it was over 50 years ago.

50 years. Dear me,
how time flies.

I was the young rector
of St. Giles then.

That was before I married your
grandmother, God bless her.

Although I’ve known her
nearly all my life.

Well, one night,
in November, it was.

I went to an evening party
to Cornelius Van Tuyl’s house.

And there in that kaleidoscope

of jewels and flowers
and crinolines..

...the great adventure
of my life began.

They were dancing the Polka.

Oh, it was a lovely dance.

I think all the most
beautiful women in New York

were there that night..

[orchestral music]

You have on
your oldest clothes.

I was gonna change
but little Jimmy Baxter

ran in to say
that young Sullivan

was drunk again
and killing his wife

and so would I please
step over.

- Oh, what are you looking at?
- Your hair. Bend over.

And I-I found Sullivan
in a fighting mood

and rather difficult
to manage.

In the middle of it all,
if Mrs. Sullivan didn’t go

and have another baby.

Oh, how terrible.

- Susan. Susan.
- Yes, uncle Cornelius.

Madame Cavallini
has arrived here.

[crowd chattering]

I hope you remember me.
We met once in St. Petersburg..

I didn’t really believe
he’d do it.

Of all the disgraceful
insults that ever I..

Oh, the man must be
out of his head.

- Who?
- Van Tuyl.

- What on earth has he done?
- Done?

Don’t you know whom he’s
introducing to every respectable

woman who’s been fool enough
to come here tonight?

Cavallini.

Oh, you mean that
foreign opera singer?

- Well, what of it?
- What of it?

When it comes to asking
all New York to parties

given for his mistress.

Have you quite finished?

Then I have few things
to say to you.

I’ll begin by telling you
what you are

and that’s a miserable,
sneaking, gossiping old woman.

Hold on, wait a moment--

You’re a guest
in a gentleman’s house

and you’re turning around
and circulating

filthy, vicious lies
behind his back.

They’re not lies. He’s lived
with her for years.

- And he’s not the only one.
- You dirty scandal monger.

Well, well, well.
What’s the matter?

Oh, oh, nothing. Tom and I were
having an argument, that’s all.

Good heavens,
I must be getting home.

But why? Madame Cavallini
is going to sing.

I’d rather my wife heard
Madame Cavallini

across the foot line.

A touch of prejudice,
no doubt.

Don’t pay any attention
to it. Goodnight.

Well, I seem to have come in
at a bad moment, Tom.

I’m glad you came, Mr. Van Tuyl,
because I wanna talk to you.

I am a very good
listener, Tom.

I don’t know just how
to begin, sir.

It’s-it’s something that I, uh,
I feel I really ought to--

It’s about Susan,
isn’t it?

My dear boy, I’m as glad
as I can be.

- Sir, I don’t follow you.
- Why, aren’t you asking me if--

I’m sorry, sir. But it’s advice
I wish to offer you.

Oh, oh, advice. Well, in that
case, pray, go on.

- Uh, shall we sit down?
- No, thanks.

After all, I am your rector,
and I-I feel I’ve got to..

Now, this Madame Cavallini.

Are you quite sure
that she’s the..

She’s the sort of lady
or the type--

- Tom, how old are you?
- Uh, twenty eight.

Life is very simple
when we are 28.

- If one has standards, yes.
- Oh, yes, yes, of course.

I had all those once. One day,
I got them all mixed up.

The wrong seemed right,
and the right seemed wrong.

I just didn’t know
where I was at.

Oh, come, sir.

But that was
a long time ago, my boy.

But I’m dashed if I ever
got ’em straight again.

You know, Tom, there are
no people in the world

who are really bad.

Just some poor devils who find
it harder to be good than you.

- That’s all.
- And Madame Cavallini?

If Madame Cavallini weren’t
fit to meet my friends

you wouldn’t see her
in my house tonight.

Why, I might have known
there wasn’t a word of truth--

Well, my boy, could I give
you a word of advice?

I’m afraid I have some advice
coming to me, sir. What is it?

Tom.

[chuckles]

You go upstairs
and comb your hair

That’s sound advice, sir.

[indistinct chattering]

Thank you very much for your
kind escort, gentleman.

Who was that?

That’s Tom Armstrong,
he’s a clergyman.

Abbey, priest, you know?

Uh-huh.

- Well, it was that then.
- What?

Well, I don’t know. Oh, just
something in his eyes.

I don’t think he’s ever seen
anything like you before

in all his life.

No, he is
very handsome too.

[both laughing]

Oh, you little monkey, you.

(Cornelius)
’Rita, Rita, Rita.’

[chuckling]

I repeat, you’re just like
that little pet of yours.

A delightful full-fledged
little monkey.

And my American, does he like
his friend tonight?

I don’t believe he could
help it if he tried.

Oh, why don’t he
kiss her then?

Oh...there.

Why I forgot, Cornie,
I’m very angry at you.

So?

You know that you’ve treated me
very bad tonight.

What have I done? I’ve invited
you to my house.

And it is not tonight
alone only.

It’s ever since I’ve come
to your disagreeable country.

[laughing]

It was not like this
at Mille fleurs, was it?

I wasn’t there
just an opera singer.

Mille fleurs, our palace
of a thousand flowers.

Oh, do you remember, Cornie?

The night I sang
the Schubert serenade for you?

And you walked up and down
below the window.

And all the roses in the world
blossomed in the moonlight.

And the wind and the sea
and the big, old moon.

Ah, that was Mille fleurs.

The roses there brought me
back to my youth.

I came home and lost
it forever, my dear.

Oh, no. It waits for you
among the flowers.

I’m 51 years old.

- Does that frighten you?
- Oh, no.

No, Rita, don’t deny it. I know
exactly how you must feel.

You know, Rita.

My hair wasn’t nearly
so white

that last year
at Mille fleurs.

And I’m beginning
to get a little deaf too.

I find myself falling asleep
in chairs and dreaming

about tomorrow’s dinner, and my
rheumatism came back last week.

Oh.

Oh, now, don’t blame me.
I can’t help getting old.

I wish you wouldn’t talk
that way, Cornie.

I’m not complaining.

I’ve lived my life,
and it’s been very sweet.

But the fact remains,
I’ve lived my life.

’Don’t you waste your springtime
in a stupid old fellow’

’fifty-one years old.’

- Alright.
- ’What’s the matter?’

- Nothing.
- ’Oh, yes, there is.’

It’s just one more friendship
finished, Cornie. One more.

- Rita.
- Well, Mr. Van Tuyl.

Haven’t you ever
loved someone?

I don’t understand you.

And I loved you
for two-three years.

I don’t mean that.

I mean, isn’t there someone
whose memory is very dear

and sort of holy?

No.

Sometimes, I wish that I’d died
before I ever hear those words.

"I love you."

What do you mean by that?

What is love?

It’s made of kisses
in the dark

and hot breath on the face,
of heart that beats

with terrible,
strong blows.

Love is just a beast that you
feed all through the night.

And when the morning comes..

...love dies.

Well, what do you think of me?
I’m so hard, eh?

Rita, why don’t you
marry someone?

Why should I marry?
Perhaps, I’m like you.

Remember the stuff Rossini gave
me the first time I met you?

I asked someone,
"Is he married?"

And he said, "Mr. Van Tuyl
is not the marrying kind."

So I laughed,
and I said

"Perhaps, I’m not
the marrying kind either."

- And I saw you look at me.
- Of course.

And I smiled.

Oh, it was very sweet.

And so we begun.

Cornie, come here.

- Do you know what I think?
- I never know.

I mean, I don’t think that we
have come quite to the end.

You make me very happy.

Then will you drive with me
tomorrow afternoon at four?

Hm. I am honored.

Oh, I’m forgetting.
I’m a host.

And they’ll all be waiting
for the golden nightingale.

Oh, let me rest alone, Cornie,
till the time for me to sing.

And, Cornie, please send someone
with lemon juice and red wine.

Of course. I’ll come for you
when it’s time to sing?

Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- What?

- I-I beg your pardon. I--
- Oh, don’t go, please.

But I, I was, I thought--

No, you know I was begin
to be a little lonely

And now you come along
just in time

Won’t you sit down?

Thank you.

Oh, yes, but why do you sit
way over there?

You’re afraid of me,
aren’t you?

I’m not gonna
hurt you, really.

Please sit over here.

You’re very kind.

Oh, what makes
your face so red?

My face?

Oh, it’s reddest thing
that I’ve ever seen.

- It’s rather warm in here.
- You think so?

I’m quite cold.

That’s very odd.

I’m afraid I haven’t had
the honor of being presented.

My name’s Armstrong.

Tom Armstrong.

I’m the rector
of St. Giles Church.

Oh, nice.

And St. Giles, who’s that?
Some little American saint?

Saint Giles is one of
the most important figures

in the great history
of the Church of England.

Oh! How terribly nice.

We never hear of him
in my country, you know?

In your country?
Why, where do you live?

I have a house in Florence
and a villa on the Riviera.

Oh.

[chuckles]

Oh, you know for a moment,
I-I thought

you were one of those
Italian opera singers.

How strange.

But you see there are
lot of them downstairs.

Even this Madame Cavarini
or Lini, whatever her name is.

Yes, I know.

And what do you think
of her?

- You find her interesting?
- I? Oh, I haven’t seen her.

I don’t go
to the opera.

Oh, you haven’t missed much
when you miss Cavallini.

She’s very ugly.

And so fat. Oh, why, she eats
12 pounds spaghetti every day.

And she has an eye
made out of glass.

And I must tell you
something horrible about her.

You know, she has a hump
on her back.

Her dressmaker
in Paris told me.

Now, what do you think
of that?

- Do you really want to know?
- Yes, tell me.

I think you’ve been guilty
of the grossest cruelty.

To hear a woman, especially an
attractive woman like yourself

hold up to ridicule
a less fortunate being.

One who in spite
of the grievous handicap

of physical infirmities
is still one of God’s creatures.

Oh, don’t.

That you take delight
in doing this

even to your worst enemy
is cruelty itself.

Oh, can’t stand this.

Alright.

I’m glad my few simple words
have touched you.

[laughing]

- I can’t--
- Madame--

Wine, Madame.

Oh, put it over there,
please.

[continues laughing]

- Goodnight.
- Oh, you’re not going.

After what’s occurred,
I see no reason for staying.

Oh, alright.

Goodnight.

But aren’t you sorry
for making fun of me?

Oh, frightfully sorry.

You don’t look it.

Is that so?

Addio.

[clears throat]

I thought you go.

As long as you’re
sincerely sorry.

I...I don’t suppose there’s
any need of my going.

Now you see, how nice
I’ve done this.

There.
That’s for you.

- Thanks, I don’t want it.
- Not even if I give them?

Or not even if I’ll tell you
I’m very sorry

I made fun of you?

Now, what do we drink to?

Oh, should we drink to the nice
clergyman of St. Giles?

You don’t like that.

How do you like then if I drink
to what I see in your eyes

and you drink
to what you see in mine?

Who are you?

Tell me, I don’t understand.

- ’What’s your name?’
- Oh, why do you ask?

Because I want
to see you again.

I want to ask you things I never
dreamed about until tonight.

No, young man.
All that can never be--

It must.
It’s got to be.

Well, do you see
my flowers here?

So fresh and beautiful.

- You’re crushing them.
- Oh, what does it matter?

They were born to die.

Our meeting here tonight,
what is it

but a bunch of flowers that we
love and smell and...throw away?

Why should we take them home
with us and watch them die?

Couldn’t I keep just one or two?

Ah, but you are young.

Come.

Oh, I wish I knew a flower
that will never die.

No, no, no, don’t
do that now.

Oh, Mr. Van Tuyl,
how nice of you to come.

- Are you ready, madame?
- Quite ready.

Thank you, monsieur,
for your kind politeness.

- But I want to see you again.
- You cannot see me again.

- But I must.
- Are you sure?

- Yes.
- Quite sure?

Yes!

Very well. Come to my hotel
tomorrow afternoon at four.

It’s the Brevoort house,
you know, right over there.

And our engagement
at four tomorrow, madame?

What becomes of that?

Our little engagement
is postponed indefinitely.

I must really go now.

But you know, you haven’t even
told me your name.

Ah, how stupid. I forgot.

Will you tell him,
Mr. Van Tuyl?

[audience clapping]

[orchestra music]

[Cavallini singing]

You really mean to say
you didn’t know who she was?

I’d like to have a river
named after me.

I’m sure someone will.

[laughing]

(Rita)
A-ah! Oh, Tom.

[Tom laughing]

[both laughing]

[piano music]

Oh, it’s you.

Well, monsieur,
you don’t take the trouble

to have yourself announced.

I may be wrong, but I thought
I might not be received.

Maybe you were not wrong.

Seems a long, long time
since we met.

Not since the night
I sang at your beautiful soirée.

For me also,
it seems a very long time.

Ah, that’s better.

- And now, what do you want?
- What do I want?

Rita, I want you to pretend
for five minutes

that I’m your father confessor.

- You want to scold me, huh?
- That depends.

Has Tom asked you
to marry him?

- No.
- And if he did?

If he..

Oh, why?

Cornie, he would want me
to stop singing

and live in this
horrible New York.

Most disagreeable place
I ever saw.

Oh, no, my friend.
I-I wouldn’t marry him.

That will be
the biggest mistake.

Then, why do you lead
the poor boy on?

He is not like
the other men you’ve known.

He isn’t like that baron
or captain you know

or that poor little Pole
who tried to kill himself

in London last spring.

Oh, Cornie,
you don’t understand.

Oh, do I have
to explain, you know.

Uh, how long
have I known him?

Six weeks, alright.

In all that time, he has not
spoke one word of love to me.

- Not one single word.
- What?

Oh, at first, I tried to get
him to. You know, just for fun.

Then somehow, I feel sorry
for him.

And I don’t try anymore.

My poor Rita.

Don’t you realize,
there’s nothing

in all this for you,
my dear

Oh, yes.

Oh, I have so often said

"don’t see him
when he comes today.

"Tell that gentleman downstairs
that you’re asleep

and nobody can disturb you."

Why didn’t you tell him then?

Oh, I said-I said
nobody, you know

nobody likes that..

...except Tom.

I think you smiled
a little, huh?

No, no, I’m not smiling,
my dear.

Oh, Cornie.
I’m such a fool.

I believed
I was so wise.

You think if I go away
that he’ll forget me soon?

I hope he will.

I don’t think
I’ll forget him

or if I do, it’ll take
a long time, I’m sure.

Oh, there is only
one thing I know.

(Cornelius)
’What is that, my dear?’

I love him, Cornie.
I love him.

Rita, if you do love him,
you must break it off.

You must not allow him
to come here anymore.

If you do, you’re gonna cause
him to suffer a very great deal.

Oh, no, no.

I warn you, my dear,
it rests with you.

His happiness
or heartbreak?

Alright, Cornie,
I’ll not see him again.

The next time he comes,
I’ll not be at home.

And I’ll never be
at home for him.

And now you go, Cornie,
I’m a little tired.

Of course, you are.
Thank you, my dear.

I knew I could rely on you.

Signorina, he’s downstairs.

- Who, Mr. Tom?
- ’Si, si.’

- I’m not at home.
- Signorina, it is impossible.

Oh, don’t you hear what I say?
I’m not at home.

And I will never be
at home for him again.

Oh. Don’t stand staring
at me.

Go and do what I tell you?

[speaks in foreign language]

Oh, Tom.

’Mr. Tom.’

’Oh, please come back.’

[bell tolling]

Oh, not too much coal, Amos.

It’s outrageous the way
things are going up.

- It’s two dollars a ton now.
- Yes, Miss Armstrong.

And it will never get higher
than it is now.

[doorbell ringing]

Tom, I..

Oh, Amos told
to come right in and..

I was expecting
to see Tom.

Happy New Year,
Miss Armstrong.

- Yes, yes, happy New Year.
- Aren’t you both premature.

It’s only New Year’s eve.
How do you do, Mr. Van Tuyl?

Looking as charming as ever,
Miss Armstrong.

Tom asked me to stop in
at 4 o’clock

and hear the final arrangements
for midnight service.

Is he upstairs?

No, he went out after luncheon
to-to pay a call.

Oh, to the Brevoort House?

Oh, no, he has a vestrymen’s
meeting at a quarter to five.

And I’m sure
he wouldn’t miss that.

Wouldn’t he?
Well, we’ll see.

Oh! What lovely roses.

Yes, they are mine.

They arrived
just a moment ago.

- And without a card too.
- Aha! An anonymous admirer.

How foolish.

But it’s the first time
in years that anyone

has sent me any flowers.

I think I’ll go home.

I mean, as long as
Tom isn’t here.

You’re not going uptown,
but the driver can take me home.

Yes, good idea. I don’t like
to keep the horses standing.

- Goodbye, my dear.
- Goodbye.

You won’t either of you tell Tom
I was here. Will you?

- If you don’t want to know.
- Of course, we won’t.

Oh, Mr. Van Tuyl,
I’m at my wit’s end.

I’m worried, so terribly worried
about that Cavallini woman.

Yes, I know, I know.

You’re Tom’s oldest friend

and his father’s
and mother’s before him.

You must talk to him.

I’ve talked to him
as my own son.

He was very sweet, but somehow
he wasn’t quite there.

- Not the real Tom, I mean.
- Yes I know, I have seen it.

He’s with her.

Now, now, now. Don’t be alarmed,
Miss Armstrong.

Just remember, she is sailing
tomorrow and..

Miss Armstrong.

[doorbell ringing]

Madame Cavallini.

Not Madame Cavallini.
That woman.

I won’t see her.

There ought to be a law
against such women.

Why, I’d sooner have a hungry
tigress come into the room and..

Madame Cavallini.

You’re Mr. Tom’s aunt?
I’m Rita Cavallini.

Tom went over
to the parish house.

He’ll be back
in a little while he said.

So I come first to make my
respect to you, Miss Armstrong.

Ah, Mr. Van Tuyl.

I did not expect to see you.

How are you?

What is that?

- Oh, it’s Adelina.
- Adelina?

I call her so because she looks
so much like Adelina Patti.

[Van Tuyl laughs]

[speaking in foreign language]

I think she have
forgot you, sir.

Yes, you ladies
can forget so quickly.

Yes! I wish you men
would forget a little too.

Why, it’s all dressed up?

Perhaps you like to hold her.

Oh, no, no. Here, here,
take it away, take it away.

I think she’s gonna
bite me, Mr. Van Tuyl.

Mr. Van Tuyl.

Come, come, Adelina.
Come here.

Yes.

(Van Tuyl)
We’ll take a little nap.

Ah! The roses.

Did you like them,
I choose every one myself.

You sent me those?

Just a little surprise
to remember me

two or three days
after I’ve gone so far.

Thank you.

You’re very kind.

Mr. Van Tuyl’ll put you in your
sleigh whenever you’re ready.

Goodbye, madame.
I wish you a pleasant voyage.

When Madame Cavallini goes

won’t you step up to my sitting
room and have a cup of tea?

Why did she go away
so quickly?

It’s just as well

because I want to have
a little talk with you alone.

Cornie, don’t be angry
with me.

I know I promised I wouldn’t see
Tom again.

I did try, really,
for a whole minute.

But I’ll never try again
I was so unhappy.

Oh, Cornie, I go away
tomorrow you know.

Perhaps, you’ll never
see me again.

Perhaps, the boat will sink
and I’ll drown.

I look terribly drowned..

I have told you, my dear,
it rests with you.

His happiness or heartbreak.

Perhaps, if I see him again,
I’ll not sail tomorrow.

Correct, Cornie,
I’ll go before he comes.

Before it’s too late.

When you see him, will you
tell him I said that to you?

Well, did you think
I never would..

Oh, is that you, sir?

How do you do?

Now, I, uh, I’ll just put
some more coal on the fire.

Then we’ll all sit down here--

I think, Tom, Madame Cavallinni
was just leaving as you came in.

Leaving?

Yes, I’ll sleep a little
before my last performance.

- Come now, you’re not going.
- Oh please, my performance.

Oh, that’s alright, it’s Martha,
and you know it backwards.

Miss Armstrong’s compliments,
Mr. Van Tuyl.

And tea is served
in the sitting room upstairs.

Oh, don’t say we’re here.
We’ll come up later.

In just a little while, huh?

[chuckling]

There.

Isn’t this fine?

Oh, I tell you
it’s a dream come true.

What dream?

You, here in my armchair
in front of my fireplace

’in my study.’

A dream, I guess
that’s all I am.

A dream that’s lost her way
and rest for a minute

in your sleeping heart.

Tomorrow, you’ll wake up,
and the little dream’s all gone.

No don’t.
Don’t go tomorrow.

But haven’t I told you,
I must sing in Rome next month.

I don’t care.
I just can’t say goodbye.

- Why, then, come with me.
- Oh, if I only could.

I’ve got a meeting of the board
of charities tomorrow at 11.

And Patrick Crowley’s
funeral at 12.

I forgot that you’re
a clergyman.

And I forgot you were
golden nightingale.

I think it’s a very good thing
I go away tomorrow.

But you’re coming back
again next year.

Why speak about next year?
That’s so far away.

In my profession, one has to
think a great deal about things

that are far away.

That’s very foolish.

Let me tell you something
that I hope you’ll remember.

Yesterday is a dream
that we have forgot.

Tomorrow is the hope
for some great happiness.

It’ll never come.

Before, behind, just clouds
and shadows.

Nothing that is real

but just this little minute
that we call today.

But today is so short.

You’re very young.

The time will come I’m sure

when you’ll be glad
to have that little minute.

So glad that you’d never think
to ask for anything more.

Oh, the hours,
they fly so fast.

Why do you keep
the oar over there?

Oh, that?

I pulled that in the best
race Yale ever won.

I was number six.

We beat Harvard
by quarter of a boat length.

- I’m so glad you win.
- Win, why I..

I’m always talking
about myself.

Tell me about some of the laughs
you used to have.

The good times,
you know what I mean.

The good times.

I’m afraid I didn’t have
very much of that.

I was very poor
when I was a child, you know.

Often, we had
hardly anything to eat.

And yet, we had so much company.

Only, they were all mices.

[both laughing]

Sometimes, it comes back
to me in my dreams.

I wake up and feel the pearls
around my neck.

I cry because it happened
so long ago.

Poor Rita.

Madame Cavallini.
Rita, I..

[waltz music]

Oh, of all times.

I think it comes just in time.

Oh, a monkey.

[speaking in foreign language]

How strange, you and the monkey
have the same name.

Really, Rita, you-you must
send that man away.

[speaking in foreign language]

I must meet Adeline,
quickly come.

[speaking in foreign language]

He have five children and
another one coming next month.

Oh, really, Rita.
Send that man away.

- Give me the money.
- Wait..

- Will ten cents do?
- Quick, before he goes away.

[speaking in foreign language]

You talk to him as if you’d
known him all your life.

Why not.
We both make the music.

- Who is she?
- Oh, that’s my mother.

Oh, she’s beautiful.

She looks like she holds
something in her heart.

Something that makes her very
happy that no one knows.

But perhaps it’s a thought
that one day she’ll have a son

like you.

There’s something here
I’ve been meaning to show you.

I keep my mother’s
little souvenirs in here.

[chuckles]

- A baby shoe. Who is that?
- Oh, it’s just my first shoe.

It’s all worn out. What a sweet
child you must’ve been.

Mm-hmm. Well, here’s
something else.

"Curl saved from my son

"Thomas Armstrong’s
first haircut."

Oh, she did that because
she was very sentimental.

Oh, she did that because
she loved you so much.

Oh, it’s so soft.

But here’s what I really
wanted to show you.

This was my father’s wedding
present to my mother.

Oh, that’s old and so lovely.

There’s one of my baby pictures
in there, I think.

- Can I look at that?
- Why, of course.

[laughs]

- Wh-why, what’s the matter?
- You’re so fat.

I think you’re the most
beautiful baby I ever saw.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Oh, that was for him,
my friend, not for you.

- Don’t you wanna keep it?
- Oh, but that’s your mother’s.

- I know. That’s why.
- She wouldn’t like that, huh?

Well, of course, I realize
how you must feel

about excepting presents
of jewelry from men but..

...I think in this case,
it’s quite alright.

- What are you doing?
- I make a place for it.

- Can you see to put it on?
- Yes, I can.

I can still remember my mother
wearing that locket once

and singing Annie Laurie.

Annie Laurie?
Oh, I know that one.

Won’t you sing it for me?

Oh, I always sing for you.
You sing for me, big star.

But I can’t.
I haven’t any voice.

Oh, of course, I do help
Mr. Gates with the choir but..

So you’ll sing for Mr. Gates
and not for me?

Well, ah, just let me
clear my throat.

[clears throat]

[piano music]

♪ Maxwellton braes..

[laughing]
No, no, that’s too high.

[humming]

♪ Maxwellton braes are bonnies

♪ Where early fa’s the dew

♪ And it’s there

♪ That Annie Laurie

♪ Gave me

♪ Her promise true

♪ Gave me..

I beg pardon, sir.
The vestrymen

- Well, get rid of them.
- What, sir?

I said get rid of ’em.

[clears throat]
Now, where were we?

[piano music]

♪ Gave me

♪ Her promise true

♪ Which n’er forgot will be

♪ And for bonnie

♪ Annie Laurie

♪ Now, I’d lay

♪ Me down

♪ And dee

- It’s a song of love.
- Yes.

But I never knew that
until now.

- Do you know why?
- No.

Because I never knew
what love was..

...until now.

Then what is love to you?

It’s finding the woman you wanna
live with all your life.

The woman who’ll show you
the right way

and follow it with you side by
side and shoulder to shoulder.

Making all the good things
seem a little better.

And all the difficult things
seem a little less difficult.

It’s knowing she’ll be with you
at your journey’s end.

When you’re old
and when she’s old

and you can smile and look
into each other’s eyes and say

"we’ve done our work
together, dear.

And we’ve done it well."

That love is for someone,
but that’s not for me.

To me, love is only a little
warmth in all this cold.

Just a little light
in all this darkness.

One little minute to lie still
in the beloved’s arms.

One little minute to forget.

And that’s all.

My dear.

Rita.

Oh, don’t come.

If you only knew
how I love you.

- No.
- And you love me. Say it.

Yes, I love you.

This is our little minute
that’ll never come again.

Hold me close.

[choir singing]

What is that?

Well, that’s just the choir
practicing for tonight.

When will you marry me?

I never thought the end
would come so soon.

When, please tell me when?

Ask me another time, Tom.
No, never ask me.

It’s just not possible.

I’ve let you speak words
that I must never hear.

- Oh, my darling.
- I’ve been mad for a moment.

I cannot marry you.

I must go.

But Rita, you can’t
go like this.

But Tom, you are not
the man from my world.

And perhaps that’s why
I love you.

But we’ve lived
such different lives.

I’m sure you could
never understand

and I don’t think
that you could forgive.

I must tell you, Tom,
’cause we love each other.

And you are the first man
I ever loved.

The first man I ever told.

You see, Tom.

I was only sixteen when I heard
those words for the first time.

"I love you."

Irgo, his name was.

We are together in a serenata.

You know, the little company
of people that sing under

the windows of Greek hotel.

At first, he didn’t
say very much.

But every time he looked
at me and smiled

I just felt that everything
in the world

was new and wonderful.

One evening, he come
with me to my room.

And there he told me
that he loved me.

Well, in twelve hours
he sold me

to an English traveler
for fifty lire.

My poor Rita.

Why, I forgive you
from the bottom of my heart.

- Oh, can you, Tom?
- Why not?

It was a long time ago,
wasn’t it?

Oh, is that why you
can forgive me

because it happened
so long ago?

Why, of course.
You were a child.

You just mustn’t think
about it anymore.

You must just remember how
afterwards you said to yourself

"I may have sinned,
but that’s all over

"and from now on, I’m going
to be a good woman.

I’m not going to stop
until I can be proud of myself."

Rita, you have turned your life
into a splendid beautiful thing.

And now, do you know
what we’re gonna do?

We’re going upstairs
and announce our engagement

to aunt Abigail
and Mr. Van Tuyl.

- Oh, no. Not now.
- Come on.

Nonsense,
if you don’t look out

I’ll begin to think you’re
ashamed of me. Come along.

But Tom, they probably wouldn’t
like it if told them now.

Now, don’t you worry
about Aunt Abigail.

Oh, I don’t worry about her.

It surely isn’t Mr. Van Tuyl
that’s worrying you.

- Why, he’s my oldest friend.
- Yes, but he knows.

Knows?

But surely, Rita

he doesn’t know anything
about you, does he?

Oh, I told him a little
one night in Paris.

You just said that I was
the only man you’d ever told

because I was the only man
that you’d ever loved.

Why, I forgot, Tommy. I-it’s
so long ago, two-three years.

But he talked to me
very openly about you.

He used every possible argument
except that one.

Why, he never so much as said
a word against you.

- You can not guess why?
- No.

That’s because...very long ago,
you know

he was foolish enough
to like me.

You mean, he wanted you
to marry him?

Oh, no, no. It was
nothing like that, Tom.

Let’s not talk
about this thing anymore.

- Why didn’t you tell me?
- I didn’t think you’d like it.

Like it?

Why shouldn’t I?

There’s nothing to conceal
about him, is there?

Rita?

There isn’t anything
to conceal?

I don’t understand
what you mean.

Rita, tell me there isn’t.

- Tell me.
- Please, no, Tom. Please.

Oh!

It isn’t true.

- But you kept back something?
- No.

How do I know
you’re not doing it again?

Well...if I say yes.

- Would you again forgive me?
- Then it is true.

Oh, no, no.

Will you swear it?

Oh, yes.

Then put your hand
on my mother’s testament.

Now, look at me.

Say after me.

I swear to you, there’s been
nothing wrong between

Mr. Van Tuyl and me.

- Oh, Madonna.
- ’Swear it.’

There has not been
anything wrong between

Mr. Van Tuyl and me.

My darling, forgive me.
I was a brute to doubt you.

- Why did you make me swear?
- I must’ve been outta my head.

I didn’t know what I was saying.
Oh, please, please.

Oh!

Still here?

We thought you were..

- Well, what’s the matter, Tom?
- Oh, nothing, sir.

That is, uh...we’ve something
to tell you, sir.

- No.
- But, Rita, I want him to know.

Alright, you tell him alone.
I cannot stay.

But, surely,
you’re not afraid.

Go away, Tom. Let me
speak to him alone, first.

- But what..
- Perhaps I should go away.

No, no. I want you
to hear something.

Oh, I don’t care then.

I want you to know, sir, that..

That Madam Cavallini
has been good enough to..

- We’re engaged.
- Engaged?

- Yes, engaged. To be married.
- My dear boy.

- I congratulate you.
- Then it’s alright?

- You approve?
- Ha, of course.

I’m flattered to know that
Madam Cavallini has chosen

one of my friends, one of my
countrymen for this great honor.

There, you see, Rita.

Madam Cavallini thought
you might object because of

certain things in our past and
I was foolish enough to think

there might have been something,
you know, between you two.

I’m not gonna deny a very deep
and lasting affection

for Madam Cavallini.

I beg your pardon.

I think, Tom, it is
Madam Cavallini

whose pardon you should ask.

Rita.

There’s nothing
to stop us now.

I love you
and I want you to be my wife.

I can’t, Cornie.
I love him and I must tell him.

Rita, Rita, be quiet.

It’s all lies what we’ve
told you, Tom. Everything.

And till the night
I met you, I was--

Rita.

- You..
- Listen to me for one minute.

Please, Tom. He lied for me.
He lied for me.

Tom.

Please go.

Both of you.

Tom, I’d give everything I have
in this world to spare you this.

[melodic hymns]

Goodbye.

Tom.

Tom.

[singing continues]

Thank you..

...for having loved me.

[cans rattling]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

Senor Van Tuyl.

I saw you from down there and I
cannot tell you how happy I am.

You don’t look very happy.

She said,
she’ll not sing tonight.

Perhaps you could
do something with her.

I?

Well.

Will see if I can stop Niagara
dashing over the falls.

[knocking]

Oh, Senor Van Tuyl.

I cannot tell you
how happy I’m to see you.

You don’t look
very happy either.

She said, she doesn’t
want to sing tonight.

[sobbing]
Maybe you could..

I seem to have heard
this conversation before.

[sniffs]

[bickering]

Well, Rita.

- What’s this I hear?
- I cannot sing.

- You should know that.
- But, you have an audience.

- The song’s has gone out of me.
- No, that’s not true.

When you sing, your sorrow
becomes their joy.

Perhaps...I just cannot.

- You have an audience.
- Yes, and I have heart too.

If you have you’ll sing for
them. They’re here because

this is your final appearance.
You can’t disappoint them.

Oh, don’t, Cornie.

Then get somebody else to sing.
Oh, yes, Vardie.

[chuckles]
I thought you said
you had a heart.

Ah, but...Vardie
is not so bad.

Vardie is not Cavallini.

I know.

I should, maybe I shouldn’t
let the audience suffer.

[excited breathing]

It has begin, Madam.

Well, I have dammed Niagara.

[opera music]

[opera music continues]

[ululating vocals]

[orchestra playing]

[opera singing]

[vocals and music crescendo]

[applause]

[festive music]

[pipes blowing]

[music continues]

[indistinct yelling]

[music continues]

Ladies and gentlemen.

You’ve all been
so wonderful to me.

And I can only say..

...I love you

And you are all that I have
to love in this world.

Tomorrow I go far away.

But perhaps,
I’ll be back here again

with you sometime.

In my country..

...we have a little saying

that we tell to our friends
when we go away.

"May the roses blossom
in your heart

"until I come to
gather them again."

Goodbye, my friends.
I thank you.

(male #1)
’Goodbye, Madam Cavallini.’

[yelling]

Thank you.

[indistinct yelling]

Gee, I’ll never wash this side
of my face as long as I live.

indistinct yelling continues]

[festive music]

[soft piano music]

Yeah.

That’s it.

[piano music continues]

By Jove.
Isn’t that beautiful?

What’s it called?

- "A dream of love."
- Uh-huh, of course it is.

[piano music stops]

What’s the matter?

Oh, I wake up, that’s all.

My dream is gone.

It would do the senorina good
if she eat a little.

They’ve gone to all the trouble
to cook your favorite dish.

- I’m not hungry.
- Oh, mushroom sauce.

- It is very good.
- Oh!

Think how disappointed
they’ll be.

Come along, please.

That’s a dear.

Well, doesn’t that
salad look good?

I’ll tell you what. You sit
here in this big-arm chair.

And...I’ll be the butler..

...with my napkin
over my arm.

So...and will Madam drink
Chianti or champagne?

Champagne?

Oui.

Rosnay Perrault, 52.

Not too dry.
I can recommend it.

Champagne. Hm.
I’ll open it at once.

Mm-m. It smells so good.

Hah!

And, will Madam taste this
and tell me if it is not right?

Then I’ll send down and..

Oh, please.

Please, drink a little.

You really need it.

You like spaghetti, eh?
I bet my life.

Oh, thanks, thanks.
That’s enough.

Well..

Are you going
to allow me to starve?

What did you say?

I can’t eat
until my hostess does.

Ah, it’s a trick you play, eh?

No, no, no. On my word.
I’m really hungry.

I’ll then, just because
I’m so polite.

Oh, I know.
A toast.

To the splendors of the days
that are to come.

I don’t drink to
what I know will be.

But to a dream.

It comes to every woman once.

And it came to me at last.

A whim.

The man I love beside me.

And a little child.

A dream that I’ll
never dream again.

Rita, I want you to
listen to a plan.

Suppose you go to Mille fleurs.

And in the Spring
I’ll join you there.

Remember May time
in Mille fleurs?

’With the lilacs
under your window.’

’And the lime trees
by the fountain.’

Oh, no, no.
It’s impossible.

You don’t understand. I can’t go
back to that old life anymore.

Forgive me, my dear.
I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Hurt me?

[sobbing]
You...no.

Oh, but in this last few weeks

I’ve learnt something
new and beautiful.

The goodness of the world.

It showed me
for the first time to myself.

And, oh! What is it I see?

[sighs]
I’m proud of you.

Oh, but, Cornie.
What have I done at all?

We should go home.

What have I done?

[knocking]

(female #1)
’Senorina, excuse me.’

But the poor man. He’s
downstairs. He break my heart.

- Who, Tom?
- Yes, he give me this for you.

"I must see you.
It’s life or death."

What are you going to do?

- I’ll say no.
- No, you mustn’t.

Don’t send that boy away with
a memory of this afternoon.

- But, not tonight--
- This very minute.

Keep him down until after I’ve
gone then bring him up here.

You’re not going?

Yes.
He mustn’t find me here.

Oh, don’t leave me, Cornie.
I’m afraid.

Afraid?
When you can help him?

I thought
you loved him, Rita.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

And Rita,
do you forgive me?

- For what?
- For everything.

O-oh!

My darling.

- Beautiful.
- My friend.

I’ll hear you singing
in my heart forever.

Then I thank you from
the bottom of my soul.

[alarm rings]

[knocking]

[knocking]

Come in.

You...you, you want to see me?

Yes.

Well?

Oh, you’re cold, eh?

Come and warm yourself.

[gasps]
You walked in the snow,
haven’t you?

Yes, I’ve been walking.

I think I got
as far as Trinity.

Oh, but why did you
come out tonight

without your big coat?

My coat, I suppose
I forgot to put it on.

I was thinking
about something else.

About you.

Oh, I walked and walked.
And as I was walking along

a woman spoke to me.

And when I looked down
at her painted lips

my head swam.

It was you.

You were dreaming, Tom.

I heard you crying
as I ran away.

I ran and ran,
I don’t know where

until I came to
some lights and people.

A little beggar
held up her hand.

And when I gave her a penny,
she thanked me with your voice.

Oh, I, I don’t want you to
talk this way, Tom.

And I saw you walking
by me in the streets and..

And looking at me
out of windows.

Hundreds of different women.
But everyone was you.

’Then it began snowing and I..’

I thanked God ’cause I knew that
would blotch you from my sight.

But, no.

Each snowflake was a tiny face.

Your face.

Thousands and millions of you
swirling in the glare of

the gaslight on the corner.

And not one spoke.

You all just looked at me.

Imploringly.

And suddenly I knew that you
were begging me to save you.

To save you
before it was too late.

And I cried out to you
that I would.

Then you smiled and..

...disappeared.

And I came here
through the storm.

[sighs]
Why don’t you understand?

Why did you come?

To save you, dear.

Listen. At midnight,
I must lead my clergy

through the streets.
You know, my plan to gather in

the vagrants
for the new year service.

And tomorrow, you go away.
So I must talk to you now.

I must make you feel
what I feel.

Why, I must.

If you only knew how.

Rita.

I thought it was just chance
that brought us together.

That we were meant to love
each other as man and woman.

But tonight the truth
came to me.

I know now that it was just part
of the divine plan that we met.

That our paths cross.

I’m a minister of God’s word
Rita..

...and you’re a human being
who must be saved.

Do you know you’re standing
on the brink of life and death?

- You must choose between them.
- Yes-yes, another time.

No, not another time.
Tonight, this very minute. Now.

You’re so kind to think
of me so much

after all the trouble
I bring you.

And I thank you
but it’s alright.

You can forget me now.
Your work is done.

What do you mean?

You see, before I met you

I didn’t know much,
what a woman’s life should be.

But I know now..

...and I learned it from you.

I can never go back
to my old life again.

It’ll be all different.

And I only hope
that God will help me.

Rita, God will help you.

He’ll hear you.

We’ll pray to him
to hear you.

Come here.

Kneel down.

There...that’s right.

Now, give me your hand.

Oh but pray, Tom.
Why don’t you pray?

Oh, why do you look
at me that way?

Because I love you.
I’ve been lying to myself.

Don’t you see lying
to myself?

I thought I came here
to save you, but I didn’t.

I came here
because I’m a man.

and I want you more than
anything else in the world.

Tom, please.

Oh, Tom. I have no strength
to fight against you.

But Tom, the kind of woman
I’ll always be

is for you
to decide here, now.

Don’t treat me
like the others have.

You’re the man that God sent
to help the world.

Why don’t you help me?
I need you.

Go away.
Go away, Tom.

My heart will go
with you always.

But I don’t care.

If you will only
let me keep my soul.

[hymns]

[hymns continue]

Goodnight.

My very best wishes
for the coming year.

Alright.

Goodnight.

Goodbye.

And so, that’s how
I remember her.

Standing there, praying.

A few years later,
I married Susan Van Tuyl

your grandmother.

A fine woman.

She understood the world
and loved it too.

She made my life
a very happy one.

Oh but, Madame Cavallini

didn’t you ever hear
of her again?

Not until tonight.

Oh, here it is.

"Madame Cavallini,
once famous opera singer...dies

"at the Holy Cross Convent
in Geneva.

"Madame Cavallini was born

"in Naples May 5th,
18 hundred and--"

Don’t tell me how old
she was, my boy.

Because tonight, I’m only 28.

Oh, I’m sorry.
I spoke like a fool before.

I know now how you
must’ve loved her.

Because that’s the way
I love Lucille.

Still perhaps, you’re right.

Maybe, we have been
in too much of a hurry.

Perhaps, we ought to take a
little time to think it over.

Don’t be an idiot, Harry.

If you love her
and she loves you

don’t let your mother
or anybody else in the world

come between you.

Don’t lose it my boy.

It’s the greatest thing
in the world.

Romance.