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Come on, Billie, come on.

Come on. Hurry up, James, William.

Come on, Billie, old boy. Here we are.

We're here.

Sorry, my man, but I need this.

The nerve of her. Ha ha ha!

What's this all about?

I expect it's another of them there treasure hunts.

What kind of treasure hunt, mister? Not hidden treasure?

No, not the kind you mean, my little man;

the idea being that these ladies and gentlemen, having nothing better to do,

ransacks the streets for a number of things that's hard to find.

Well, that's my effort.

Oh! All right.

Splendid.

Harry, you even found the newspaper!

Is it really just a year old today?

Look for yourself. It really is.

You'll get the prize.

Whose picture is this all over the front page?

The hunt was too easy.

Nearly everybody won.

So the only thing to do is to start a new hunt.

Now, a sable scarf to the woman

who brings in an attractive man

who can swear he's been married for over 5 years,

has always been faithful to his wife,

and is not ashamed to admit it.

And a new sport coupe to the man

who can bring in an attractive gal of over 20

who can swear she's never had a love affair.

Well, how about you, Harry?

Will you let me take you by the hand and swear

you've been faithful all your married life?

Will you let me take you by the hand, my darling Monica,

and swear you've never had a love affair?

Bad.

Bad!

Oh, I wish I were.

Or that you were. Really bad.

Careful. Your wife's somewhere about.

But I'll get that sable scarf yet.

I know a man who isn't bad.

Where are you going? To fetch him.

Well, who is he? My father.

Thank you, lady.

Wait for me!

He wouldn't come if you were with me.

Bye!

Sorry, old fellow, but you got to lend me your horse.

But I can't, sir. I'm on my way-

you take this and wait till I come back.

Chris, darling,

what are you doing up so late?

Delving into the deep and ancient subject of taxation.

For a speech?

Or an answer to one,

and it's to be made in the house tomorrow

by a member with whom I always disagree.

Do you know it's past 4:00?

Then why aren't you asleep?

Monica hasn't come in yet.

Oh? Where is she? At your sister's.

Carrie's having a treasure hunt tonight.

Why did you let her go?

You know we disapprove of Carrie and her parties.

Yes, but it's hard to know exactly what to do

about children these days.

Sometimes I think you and I

are the only nice people still left in the world.

Oh, nonsense. There are millions like us.

Talk to Monica, Chris. I don't dare.

She'd think me stuffy and old-fashioned.

Very well. I'll talk to her.

Now, you run along to bed.

Haven't you finished? No, not quite.

But I won't disturb you when I turn in.

I won't be asleep. I've got to put this stuff on my face.

It says on the label that it positively keeps away wrinkles.

Oh, you haven't any.

What have I ever done to deserve the best husband in the world?

Been the best wife in the whole world.

It's 20 past 4:00 now.

Well, I'll look in on you at half past.

What luck finding you up so late,

dressed and ready to go anywhere.

I'm ready to go to bed, where you should have been hours ago.

Don't talk to me in that tone of voice, father.

It won't do any good, and it might do a lot of harm.

I don't understand you.

Well, I'll be 21 soon,

and I'll go off the deep end if you try to treat me like a child

because nowadays, girls of 21 aren't children anymore.

If you love your mother, you should know better

than to worry her, then, since you're not a child.

Well, of course I love my mother, but I love my life more.

Oh, let me have all the fun I can, daddy.

It's my safety valve, I'm warning you.

Well, as long as it's decent fun, there will be no objections.

I'll keep it as decent as I can, darling.

Now, come along with me and don't ask any questions.

Where? Back to aunt Carrie's.

Are you hurt?

I wouldn't know yet.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Not unless you're over 21

and can raise your right hand and swear

you've never had a love affair.

Well, I never have, and I'm a bit more than 21.

Then you've got to take me back to my party

and tell that to everyone there.

I ought to be at the aerodrome early. Why?

So the papers won't find out too much

about the plane I'm flying in the Paris air meeting.

I'll join the honorable society of blackmailers

and tell them unless you take me back to my party.

I owe you something. I crowded you off the road,

so come along and jump in.

Well, I admit I was a bit angry

when I realized I was here as exhibit "a."

No one likes to be thought a prig, and I don't feel one,

but I have been married for 5 years

and a great deal more.

And I have been a faithful husband...

But I think the devotion to one's country, one's home,

and the one woman is the very root of man's happiness in life.

Well, I'm sorry if you disagree, but I do.

Bravo.

Thank you.

And now it's my turn. I'm exhibit "b," I suppose.

I've never had a love affair or been married, in any sense of the word,

yet I've never thought of myself as a prig, either.

I've always wanted to fly,

and moreover, as my flights were usually alone,

that may be the reason I've never met the man I might be in love with,

and it certainly is the reason I've got to keep fit.

You've not gone to bed yet and I've just got up. Now I'm off.

Cynthia! Hello. How are you? And this is Mr. Dowling.

How do you do? I'm very glad to meet you.

My dear, you two should know each other.

Together, you've made my party the greatest success.

My brother, sir Christopher Strong, lady Cynthia Darrington.

How do you do? How do you do?

And come and get something for a thirst as soon as you need it.

Thank you.

I'm his daughter. I've always thought you were wonderful.

Won't you come out for tennis next Sunday?

Why, thank you. I'd love to.

Oh, splendid. But don't disappoint us.

I shan't. I'd like to see you again. My father liked you.

Yes, I liked him, too. I knew you did

by the letter you wrote me when he died,

so I'm glad to have met you at last.

You make me feel rather ashamed of my silly self,

but then, I like to fly in a different way.

Well, good luck. You're not going yet?

Sorry, but I must. We must be going, too.

Now? Oh!

Tell daddy the party's not over.

Why, certainly it's not over.

Now, forget your good habits, Chris, and stay to breakfast.

I can drop you if your daughter doesn't want to leave yet.

Oh, thanks! Good night, daddy.

Go on home with the pretty lady.

Am I going fast?

Very.

Nervous?

Not a bit.

How would you like to go up with me?

What? In my plane.

When?

This morning, if you say so.

I'd like it very much, I think.

Well, come on.

Mr. Bryce Mercer, sir Christopher Strong.

How do you do? Sir Christopher's going up with me.

Well, that's splendid.

Isn't it a beauty?

It's not quite like anything we've built before,

but lady Cynthia had her own ideas.

It's built not only for speed and distance,

but also to go up and bring down an altitude record.

I hope someday you'll do that for england.

I hope so.

Everything ok, Joe?

Everything's ok, milady.

Let's go.

Hello.

Chris. Yes?

Monica didn't come home at all last night.

Oh, she's at Carrie's, probably.

No, I telephoned there.

Well, then, perhaps she stayed at Cynthia's.

They've become great friends.

Oh, perhaps.

If so, she's perfectly safe.

Cynthia doesn't drink or "racket about," as she puts it,

because she's in training most of the time.

I think we ought to encourage their friendship.

Yes, I know, and I do, don't I?

We both do.

I'll ring her up and see if Monica's there.

You know her number?

Yes, I've phoned her several times.

You know I have a good memory.

Hello?

Oh, hello.

I was just going to ring you up, sir Christopher,

to tell you I couldn't come out for tennis today

because I've got to lunch with Bryce Mercer

and talk about the air meeting in Paris next week.

Well, try and come later, eh?

By the way, Monica isn't there, is she?

No, I haven't seen her since lunch yesterday.

I've been at the field all the morning.

Yes, I'll come out if I can make it,

but I don't think I can, though I do want to.

Good-bye.

She isn't there.

I was going to church, but-

oh, Monica has dozens of friends,

so you go to church and don't worry.

She'll probably be here when you come back.

Very well. Good-bye, darling.

Good-bye.

Monica!

Hello, darling.

Hello, Harry. Hello.

Evidently, neither of you went home last night.

Too true.

No, we were at a party, which is only just over,

and now I'm afraid to go home,

unless you'll take me and say I slept here.

But I can't. Oh, please do.

Father thinks I'm all right when I'm with you,

and it's no good saying I was at aunt Carrie's,

because they disapprove of her almost as much as they disapprove of Harry.

And I'm really so nice.

Well, of course you are, my lamb,

only your wife knew it before I did.

Why can't you say I was here?

Your father just telephoned, and I said you weren't.

That calls for a spot of whiskey. Got one?

It calls for extreme sobriety and impeccable behavior.

I'm going to have a cup of tea and so are you, my darling.

Then we'll face your family and the consequences of our folly.

Hello, mummy.

Monica. Oh, don't scold.

Look at all the pretty flowers we've brought you.

Where have you been?

Dancing all night, with 200 or 300 other people.

And this morning picking flowers.

Thank you so much.

Now I'm going to send you to bed,

since you've had no sleep at all.

Good-bye, and bring Mrs. Rawlinson the next time you come.

Sorry, but where I go, she doesn't, usually.

Not everybody has your husband's luck, lady Strong,

in being in love with his wife.

I know that, and I'm sorry,

but I can't receive you without your wife.

Mother, you can't say such things to Harry.

I'm afraid she's perfectly right,

only you'll have a hard time

convincing your daughter that I'm no good.

I've told her so often what a splendid chap I am that she believes it.

You can prove that you are by not seeing her again.

Mother!

You can't deny that's an excellent suggestion.

Well, I won't let anybody keep us from seeing one another!

Now, you go on your knees every night and pray heaven

that a certain lady gets bored stiff with her husband

and drags him to the divorce court

because of his cruelty and wickedness.

Is this good-bye, Harry, really?

Fortunately for you, it is,

and I mean it.

Thank you.

Harry!

You'll be sorry for this someday! You'll see!

What else could I do, dear?

Pardon me for disturbing you, milady.

It's past 8:00.

You see this, Bradford?

Yes, milady.

You can't make head or tail of it,

but it's an idea of my own, and if it's practical,

it means we'll be rich again.

I'd like nothing better, milady,

than to see you rich enough to give up this flying.

Ah, but I shall always fly, rich or poor.

That's as you will, milady.

It's past 8:00.

I heard you before.

Has your ladyship forgotten tonight's the fancy dress ball?

No.

You promised to dine at 9:00, milady.

Hello?

Oh, it's you.

May I see you at once?

It's about Monica.

Yes. I'll come straight there.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir Christopher.

Is that sir Christopher?

It is.

Come close to the door so we can talk.

I'm dashing out, as I told you.

I apologize for calling when you're busy.

Doesn't matter at all,

only I'm being called for to go to dinner

and then a ball, which is something I don't often do.

Is there whiskey on the table?

Yes.

Have some.

Thanks.

Sit down and make yourself comfortable.

Oh, I'm too nervous.

As you know, Monica admires you very much,

and you have great influence over her.

That's really why I came - to ask your help.

And last night, she quarreled with her mother.

Is that you, really?

Do you know what I am?

Something exquisite.

A moth, perhaps?

Right, but I feel a little silly.

I wish I were going with you...

I wish you were.

So that I could be sure you wouldn't fly out through a window

and disappear forever.

What nice things you can say.

You make me feel something quite different from anything

I've ever felt for anyone else before, my dear.

You're not making love to me, are you?

No, and I never will.

But I wouldn't like anyone else to, either.

Ha! No one will. No one ever has.

I'm not attractive that way.

Don't be too sure.

Now, sit down and tell me about Monica.

She quarreled with her mother

because we object to her friendship with Harry Rawlinson.

And now she refuses to go to cannes with us next week,

where we go every year.

Forgive me if I keep staring at you.

You flatter me terribly.

Have a cigarette.

Thank you.

I'll light it for you.

It's lucky for me you're not the sort of girl

that likes to make a man play the fool.

Perhaps I've played the fool myself

in choosing to live such a lonely life.

Are you lonely, Cynthia?

At times, terribly.

You didn't light your cigarette.

Chris.

Oh, hello.

Monica says she'll go to cannes with us if... if...

If what?

If you'll start a week earlier

and take her to Paris to the air meeting.

She wants to see Cynthia Darrington fly.

No. That's impossible.

But it's not much to ask.

I can go ahead and get the villa ready

and you and Monica can motor down, as you always do.

I'd rather not.

But, darling...

If she wants to go to Paris to see her friend fly,

well, you can go with her.

Oh, no.

I can't bear to watch that young girl do

all those dangerous things in the air.

Oh, please, daddy. I'm so unhappy.

And Cynthia wants us to.

I'll not worry you and mother anymore about Harry

if you'll let me have a little fun in Paris.

Oh, very well. We'll go to Paris, then.

That means I must be at the villa a week earlier.

Silas.

Silas, you're a tramp, always running away.

Billy stays at home at my heels

like a good dog, all day long.

Don't you, Billy?

But Silas won't run away when his master comes home.

You won't want to, will you, Silas?

Do you realize, you beautiful creature,

that he'll be here in 2 days?

And then, for a whole month, we'll have him all to ourselves.

Bonjour, madame.

Yes.

Do you know what's in this telegram, Silas?

I could cry.

Perhaps I'm going to cry.

Not you, Billy. This one is for Silas.

Elaine doesn't like anyone to feed them, do you, dear?

It doesn't matter.

You know you won't let me, mummy.

Here, Billy.

No, please don't do that. What?

Don't feed them, please. Elaine doesn't like it.

She said she didn't mind.

It makes them such beggars.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Valentin wishes to speak

to your ladyship on the telephone.

Very well.

If it's about her party,

do say we'll come.

Shall I?

How about it?

Why not? It might be fun.

Then I'll accept.

Thank heaven!

These 2 weeks here have been simply deadly.

Not to me. I've loved being here.

Well, I've been ready to jump into the sea.

If it's any satisfaction to you and mother,

I'd just as soon be dead.

Harry hasn't written once.

Which proves him a man of honor.

Well, I wish he weren't.

Poor Monica.

She'll get over it.

Elaine's never been jealous, except of the dogs.

That's why I didn't want you to feed them.

I'm afraid I'm a general nuisance.

Of course you're not.

Of course I'm jealous.

Everyone is, except Elaine.

Oh, no. I've been jealous, too.

You?

Why, Chris is an absolutely perfect husband.

He's never been known even to look at anyone else.

I know that.

Still, I've had foolish moments,

only I've never let Chris suspect that he had a jealous wife.

That's the idea.

If every wife would only keep her misgivings to herself

and her fingers crossed, marriage might sometimes be a success.

Ha ha ha!

Now, give me a light, will you?

Certainly.

You promised to dance the tango with me, lady Cynthia.

Ah, but not this one. It's promised to me.

Sorry. Next time.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Time to work. Let's go back and dance.

No, no, no.

I am in love for the first time in 4 months,

and there is a great deal to say.

You're sweet. If I tell you

that I'm in love for the first time in 3 weeks-

darling!

Don't believe me. It isn't true.

Then I will make you love me.

I wish to heaven you could for a little while.

I want to forget someone.

What's your name?

Carlo.

Mine's Monica, Carlo.

Monica.

Oh, Monica Mia.

More. No.

Oh, but it was such fun.

I know, but I'm tired.

Hello. Where are you going?

Home. - Home?

I have a headache.

Oh, why didn't you tell me before? We wouldn't have come.

That's why I didn't say anything.

I wanted you to come, and I want you to stay.

Carrie's going to send me home in her car.

Nonsense! I'll take you home.

I'd rather you didn't.

I prefer Carrie's car to your motorboat, as a matter of fact.

Besides, you must look after Cynthia

and Monica.

Oh, we can look after ourselves,

and I can run the motorboat.

I'm afraid I'm stubborn. I'd rather Chris stayed.

How about some champagne?

It wouldn't do any good.

Oh, all right, then.

We'll put you in the car.

I did want to dance with you.

And I wanted to slip away

without spoiling your fun.

Don't look so worried.

I'll be all right.

Well, how do I know you can drive?

We've both had a lot of bubbly.

Oh, I drive most carefully

when I have had too much bubbly, darling.

Oh, there you are.

We've been looking for you.

Are you going home?

Well, it's time. Everyone's gone.

Oh, may I drive miss Strong home, sir Christopher?

Yes, why not? We'll be there before you are.

I drive her most careful, sir.

Please, daddy.

All right, go ahead,

but mind those sharp curves.

You're a dear.

Grazie, grazie.

Grazie, darling. Arrivederci.

Good-bye.

Bye.

That was very nice.

Grazie. There's something for you.

Would the senora like to hear her fortune?

No, no.

It must be so beautiful fortune

for so beautiful senora.

Go on. Why don't you?

I'd rather not think of the future at all.

Senor is right.

Nothing the finest future may hold

would be better than this night,

when the gentleman she loves

shows his love for her

like a bright lamp in his face.

Play something.

Grazie.

Do you love me, Chris?

Call it love, if you like.

Of course, it's all wrong, but I'm glad.

I, too.

This is my first love.

It's my last.

My first and my last, too.

No, no. You're so young.

There will be other men.

I don't think so.

Something makes me sure I shall never love anyone but you.

I never dreamt this could happen,

and yet, from the very beginning,

whenever I've been with you, I've felt-

I know.

Life's been different for me, too,

but I didn't know why, though I knew I liked you

better than anyone I'd ever known.

Darling.

This is pure folly.

We must think what it's going to mean.

I don't want to cheat and lie, but-

it will be all cheating and lying unless-

unless we go to your wife and tell her. No.

It would hurt her too much.

I couldn't.

I'm a very reckless person, Chris,

and you're a very cautious one.

That hasn't prevented me from falling in love with you.

But it keeps you from wanting to go on, getting deeper in love.

Yes.

I wish to heaven I knew I'd never see you again.

Oh, darling.

I've wanted so few things in my life.

I've never wanted love before,

and now it seems right to me to have it at last.

But being in love with a reckless person like me wouldn't suit you at all,

so I'm going to tell you I'll never see you again and say good-bye tonight.

No. You can't.

Isn't it best?

You see, you know it is.

Now, turn on the engine and start the boat.

We mustn't drift anymore.

This is really good-bye, Chris.

I know.

This is good-bye to you,

and to love and fun and youth... forever.

The prize is $100,000, given by a rich American interested in aviation.

What are the conditions?

All planes entering the contest

must leave Mitchell field, Long Island-

that's just outside new York-and go round the world.

The first to return wins the prize.

My new plane could do it, though when I had it built,

I thought I'd go after the altitude record.

You don't mean you'd try the round the world flight yourself?

Why not? But why?

You're only a girl. Well, it interests me,

and it's about the only thing that does at the minute.

I don't see why not,

and I can ask for nothing better than to be her mechanic.

When do we leave for New York?

If you're really serious, the sooner the better.

This week, then.

Now, show me the map and let's discuss the best possible route.

Now, this is the quickest - New York to Ireland,

Germany, Poland, Russia, Siberia.

Now comes the problem in the pacific.

By turning north from vladivostok,

it's a short water jump

across the Bering sea to nome, then down

through Alaska to winnipeg, Chicago, New York.

I'd like to jump from Tokyo straight across the pacific to San Francisco.

So would I.

Then that's our course. And from San Francisco straight to New York,

and in the fastest plane ever built in england.

I think you're probably a little mad, both of you,

but here's to success.

Monica.

I haven't seen you for weeks.

That hasn't been my fault.

I've telephoned you often enough...

And you've always put me off.

That's why I didn't ask you if I could come and see you tonight.

Something's happened. What?

Harry's got his divorce.

He did love me, even though he didn't write.

He does still. He always will.

Then you must be very happy.

Happy? Why not?

You can marry him now that he's free.

Yes, I could marry him in an instant,

if I hadn't gone home with that beast Carlo.

Monica.

You remember that night.

Well, I had to tell Harry what happened.

I thought I ought to, and now he won't have anything to do with me.

But if you loved Harry, why-

oh, it was because I loved him

and was lonely and desperate, you baby.

You've never loved anybody.

You don't know anything about life.

Well, you'll go up in that plane of yours someday,

and come down in a crash, dead,

having missed everything.

Part of what you say is true.

I'll have missed the kind of torture

you're going through now.

Don't be too proud of that.

What I came here for was this:

When they find me dead in the morning,

I want you to go to Harry

and make him realize I wasn't sorry I loved him,

even if I couldn't go on without him.

Monica, what are you talking about?

My death!

There's nothing on earth that can stop my killing myself tonight.

I've got the stuff to take.

You're wrong. I'll stop you. How?

I'll go to Harry and make him realize

that it wasn't your fault that you were with Carlo that night.

Your father and I should have made you come home with us.

That's true enough.

After all, if father had been half as careful about Carlo

as he was about Harry, it wouldn't have happened.

But it did happen,

and Harry won't forgive me.

That's because he loves you,

and if he loves you, he'll need you,

no matter what you've done.

If a man really loves you, he'll need you and want you,

and Harry has proved he does.

Do you think so?

Won't you wait and see?

Perhaps I'd better, if you really think there's any hope.

I'm sure of it.

Then I will wait.

Poor father.

I'm glad my letter hasn't had time to reach him yet.

It would hurt him terribly if he read it.

Won't you telephone him and tell him not to, please?

Why don't you do it?

I- I couldn't talk to him now.

I wouldn't make any sense.

I'm afraid he might know I was a little squiffy.

All right. I'll ring him up.

Is her ladyship in?

Yes, sir Christopher.

I thought it might be you.

I had to see you.

Why did you come?

I had to thank you.

You told me not to read this, but I did.

Monica meant to kill herself when she wrote it, but you saved her.

I'm off to New York. The boat train leaves in an hour.

Perhaps I won't let you go.

What? I was a fool to let you go before.

I'd be a fool if I let you go now.

We decided-whatever we decided,

I didn't know then what I know now.

It's not possible to go on without you, Cynthia.

I've tried for 2 months now, and it's not possible.

I've tried, too, and it hasn't been such a success.

Then don't make me play the fool any longer. What can I do?

Give up this dangerous flight. Oh, no. Certainly not.

Then, in heaven's name, let me follow you.

Scandal isn't your dish, Chris.

You made that very plain to me.

I've been so lonely,

so desperately lonely.

I have, too.

If I were the usual man

and you were the usual girl,

we'd have our affair, not take this thing so seriously.

I wouldn't have loved you if you'd been the usual man,

and you wouldn't have loved me if I'd been a woman

who didn't take this kind of thing seriously.

Yes, that's true. Oh, but promise me-

I promise nothing. Nothing, Chris. I can't.

I can't decide anything today.

Perhaps I can get along without you.

Perhaps I won't be able to. I don't know.

But today, I can only say good-bye.

Good-bye, then.

Extra paper! Read all about it!

Remember, this isn't a matter of life and death, lady Cynthia.

I'll remember.

And don't hesitate to turn back if the conditions aren't right.

If I can get off the ground with this load of petrol, I'll never turn back.

Which way is the Atlantic ocean?

The planes left Mitchell field this morning at dawn.

They are expected to circle the globe and return to New York within 2 weeks.

The first to reach the open sea off newfoundland was lady Cynthia Darrington.

Lady Cynthia, accompanied by her mechanic, Mr. Joseph drummond,

who is also a skilled navigator,

is expected in Dublin late this evening.

A heavy fog off the west coast may cause the fliers trouble.

In the house of commons today, a committee was appointed for a report on the agri-

Elaine?

Come in, darling.

This just came from the foreign office.

They want me to go to america

to take Benton's place at the conference in Washington.

Ah, read it.

What are you going to tell him?

It's plain, isn't it? I must sail tomorrow.

The latest from the steamship "aloha" reports

one of the trans-pacific fliers is down, about 5 miles south of them.

The ship is changing course to investigate.

Lady Cynthia Darrington piloted her plane, "Silver Moth,"

to the golden gate at 5:46 pacific time this afternoon.

Great anxiety felt for the other plane, last sighted over Siberia.

Hello?

New York, calling lady Cynthia Darrington.

This is lady Cynthia Darrington.

Darling.

Darling!

Is it really you?

I don't believe it!

I've been in such mortal terror.

I've had my moments, too,

when I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again,

but here I am.

Will you really be in new York the day after tomorrow?

No, tomorrow night, some time.

I'm waiting for you.

I'm so glad.

No, not tonight, Bryce.

We'll talk about the altitude flight tomorrow.

Yes, of course I'm proud,

but I won't be really happy till I've got that altitude record.

Come in!

Only I can't talk anymore now. Good-bye.

I've died a thousand times during these terrible weeks.

You might have been killed,

and I'd never have had you.

I thought of that, too, often.

Death is nothing, but I didn't want to die

before I'd known love, all love.

Oh, never do this to me again.

Never take such risks again.

I must, and you must let me.

Promise you'll always let me do what I want to do,

or we'll both be terribly unhappy.

If that's the only way to make you happy, then I swear,

I'll never stop you from doing anything you want.

I'll never ask you to give up anything for my sake.

It's late.

Darling.

I love my beautiful bracelet,

and I've never cared a button for jewels before.

Now I'm shackled.

What's that ring?

Our crest.

What does it say underneath?

"Courage conquers death."

But not love.

Darling...

Give up this altitude flight...

For me.

All right, darling.

I'll give it up.

I'd just given up hope when you telephoned yesterday.

If you knew the willpower I'd shown

in not telephoning, you'd be proud of me.

Oh, and you'd be sorry for me if you knew how many times

I've listened to the telephone and hoped it was you, and it wasn't.

I can't live without you.

I found that out. I need you.

Cynthia said you would if you loved me.

She was right... so the only thing to do is to get married at once.

That's the first thing we've got to tell father when he gets off the boat.

You rang, madame?

Yes. I won't keep you up any longer.

Sir Christopher must have been detained

on important business in town.

I'm sorry, madame.

Help me with this.

We're here, darling!

Oh! I didn't hear the car. Where is he?

In the library.

Oh, my dear!

Wait just a minute, darling, before rushing down to father,

and let me tell you some very important news.

Nothing on earth is important, except seeing him this instant.

Well, do you know why I went to fetch him?

It was to tell him I'm going to be married.

Married?

To Harry Rawlinson.

I didn't tell you till father got back

because I knew you'd disapprove.

Of course I disapprove, and so does your father, I hope.

Not anymore. Father's changed a lot.

He understands things better.

He and Harry and I dined together tonight and talked it all over.

He dined with you and that man? Why not?

Oh, don't be silly and old-fashioned, mother,

and call Harry "that man."

Your father had time to dine with you in town,

but he couldn't come home.

Oh, well, he had all sorts of things to do,

and he knows he better get me settled while Harry's willing.

Hello. Chris!

At last!

Yes, at last.

You look very fit.

It's because you're back.

This has been our first real separation, and I've hated it.

I'm flattered.

Now talk about me.

We can't let her marry that man, darling.

Oh, I don't see why not.

They're both set on it. He seems decent enough.

Well off, too. I won't have it.

Oh, a big wedding's out of the question, naturally,

but they wish to be married immediately,

as quietly as possible at the registry office.

I won't permit it. She's only a child.

He's a married man, nearly your age. He's divorced now.

Well, we won't quarrel about it, but I've given my consent.

I can't withdraw it now.

I hope you won't refuse to go with them tomorrow to the registry office.

Refuse? Certainly, I refuse.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But, of course, you've every right to act as you see fit.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, child.

Don't cry, mummy.

It's all my fault.

Father's awfully tired.

I'm sorry I made you quarrel.

Oh, but I do love Harry.

Harry understands me, and he doesn't mind because I'm not perfect.

You've been too happy all your life to understand how these things can happen.

But they do happen, and father knows it.

I know they happen, too.

Chris...

I came to say...

To say...

Well, of course I realize this marriage isn't an ideal one,

but very few things in this world are ideal.

This says Cynthia Darrington was on the same boat.

Yes, she was.

What was it you came to say?

Only that I'm sorry I was so stubborn.

Of course, I'll do just you wish about Monica's marriage...

Or...

Or anything.

Good night.

To your happiness.

What a brick you are, Cynthia, to come along and help us get married.

She should be honored, whether we're a scandal or not.

I am. I know it's not everyone you'd want with you today.

You're right. It's not.

Well, father's waiting at his club to be picked up,

so let's hurry before he changes his mind, too.

You know, I feel sorry for my new mother-in-law,

even if she did change her mind and refuse

to grace the great occasion with her presence.

I've never known anybody who tried so hard as she's tried

to like me this last week, but she just couldn't.

She will, my pet.

We'll wait and see, my sweet.

To my bride.

I like her better than any bride I've ever had,

and I think this is the nicest wedding I've ever had.

It's your last, I hope.

It's my last, I swear.

You're marvelous, you two.

You've always done exactly what you liked

and not cared whom you've hurt.

It's all turned out splendidly, so here's to you both again.

Don't think I'll ever forget

all you've done for me, darling.

Oh, nonsense. Let's go.

Come on.

I think there will be less draft in that corner.

Very good, milady. Take my coat.

Certainly, milady.

Does your ladyship wish to order now

or wait for the gentleman to finish telephoning?

I think I'll wait.

Thank you.

Is this the way the girl who flew the two of us

spends her time nowadays? Bryce!

Yes, this is how I spend my time nowadays.

It's rather fun, you know.

It's nearly a year since your great flight.

You've rested on your laurels a long time, my dear.

Yes, I've given up all that.

I'm sorry. You had the instincts of a pioneer.

You gave others courage.

I've lost my own.

Well, people change, and for 3 or 4 years,

you did live a life of pure glory.

I'd ask you to let me give you some lunch,

only I'm on my way out to the aerodrome.

I'd rather go there with you than lunch, but I'm with someone.

Hmm, so I imagine, but do come out sometime.

Your plane looks lonely without you.

Thanks. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Hello, William, old trout.

Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon, miss.

We haven't seen you here for some time.

No, not for some time.

I want to fly again, Chris.

That means you're not happy.

I'm divinely happy, but I'm getting soft.

I've nothing to do all day but wait for you or your telephone calls

or your telegrams saying you can't come.

So what do other women do who don't risk their necks flying?

Heh heh. I don't know.

I only know I want to go up again.

I want to break records.

I want to train hard and not eat and drink all the time.

I want to get up at dawn, I want to smell the field in the morning air,

not mind getting oil in my hair and on my hands,

and I want to talk to the boys I've flown with again.

Now, what do you honestly want me to say to all this?

Ah, I don't know,

only you have your work and family and friends

and me...

And I've got only you.

Besides, I want to fly again.

But if you said yes, I'd know you didn't love me as much as you used to,

so I suppose I want you to say no.

Well, I do say no.

No.

Oh, promise me on your word you'll give it up.

I'm glad you said no like that...

But I really can't promise.

I can't.

Then you don't love me.

Darling...

Of course I love you.

I used to think this place was rather nice

when we didn't want to be seen.

Now it just seems rather stuffy.

I didn't want to stop. I know,

but we were passing and I was feeling sentimental.

I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore.

Let's go and play a game.

All right.

Sometimes I think all this is fantastic.

All what?

Our love.

Swear it's true.

I swear I love you.

Let's get out of here.

To think of your father...

Poor mother. Be terribly nice to her this afternoon.

Well, of course I will, darling.

You've not been yourself for a week.

You're alone too much.

Possibly.

Well, isn't this Carrie's afternoon at home?

Yes. You still go there sometimes.

Why don't you go today?

Will you come?

I'll try and manage it.

About 6:00? Then I'll go.

Splendid,

but no flying stunts, remember.

I doubt if I could stand the altitude anymore.

Thank heavens.

Well, I have nothing better to do.

I think I'll ask the doctor to listen to my heart

and see what kind of a flier I'd make now.

You can make me so miserable when you try.

You might as well make up your mind

to be friends with Harry, mummy,

if you ever want to see your grandchild.

What?

Yes, Elaine, darling. You'll have to forgive me all my sins,

because Monica and I are going to have a baby next June.

And we want you with us practically all the time, mummy.

Do say you're glad.

Your father was right to let you be happy.

My dears. Of course you want a boy?

Chris always wanted a son.

Not at all, not at all. I've liked girls all my life.

That's too true, my darling.

Ha ha!

I'm so happy for you both.

Chris! Sir Christopher!

Hello.

Chris, dear, what luck. Shh!

Yes, I'll be careful, but don't ring for a minute.

I have something to tell you.

I'm so glad you came early.

But I have rung. We'll talk later. Where?

I'll come early and we'll dine together.

But aren't you very late? Yes.

I went to the doctor's first.

He told me not to fly, darling.

Thank heavens. But not because of my heart.

I'll tell you why later.

Good-bye.

Well, now that Harry and mummy are friends

and an heir is in the offing, we've got to celebrate.

That means that you're going to give a party.

With the greatest of pleasure, my dear. Any time you say.

Could you manage to dine with us tonight, Chris?

Sir Christopher Strong?

Yes?

I want to ask you something.

We want your opinions, Christopher.

He never has a moment.

Someone's always wanting to speak to him.

All the same, he'll dine with us tonight.

I'll make him throw everything else over.

Well, come along, then. I'll telephone my secretary, and we can find out at once.

Cynthia, have you heard about Monica?

No, I haven't seen or heard anything of Monica for months.

There's going to be a blessed event.

They don't know yet whether it will be a boy or a girl.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Monica, I've just heard the good news,

and I want to tell you how glad I am.

Really?

Yes. Haven't I that right?

I don't think so.

Well, what do you mean?

Harry and I were at the silver trout today.

Well, your father and I happened to both lunch there,

but what about it?

Don't bluff. Bluffing's no good, old girl.

The fat's in the fire.

And even then, what about it?

You both must have very short memories.

Well, at least I didn't take Harry away

from a woman who was an angel, whom he'd always loved.

I don't believe, either, that we ever pretended to be angels ourselves.

No, we never made people think we were too good for this world.

Our cards were always on the table.

Why don't you say that to your father?

I intend to, the minute he's alone.

I don't want mummy hurt.

How do you do?

How do you do, lady Strong?

A great deal has happened since you were at the villa.

Have you heard my child's news? Yes, a moment ago.

You can't think how happy I am, how happy we all are.

Oh, let's not talk about it.

It can't possibly interest lady Cynthia.

Don't be rude, dear, even if everyone isn't as interested as ourselves.

Monica should know me better,

and what I must feel.

It wasn't necessary for you to speak like that

to someone who has been your friend.

I think it was.

I don't know what has happened between you,

but I do know that she was fond of you, and that she's a brave girl

and not cheap or silly.

Dear mummy.

Hello.

You'll come tonight, surely?

Shh, shh. Of course.

For dinner? About 8:00.

So glad to have seen you.

Lady Cynthia,

may I ask you for your autograph?

You really want it? Oh, yes.

I borrowed this pen just as soon as I saw you.

You see, you were our heroine at school,

and we all prayed and burned candles for your safety

on your flight around the world.

You gave us courage for everything.

It's very nice of you to say so.

Oh, and would you mind adding a few words?

Just a line of poetry that you love

or anything that comes into your head?

Oh, thank you so much,

and I shall never forget meeting you.

And I do hope that you haven't thought me cheeky.

Oh, not at all. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Lady Cynthia?

Yes?

I wanted to say I hope your friendship with Monica hasn't ended.

I rather think it has, from her attitude.

I'm sorry. You were so kind to her,

and she looked up to you at a time

when her mother seemed too old-fashioned to look up to.

Oh, I don't think that's true.

And now she's become old-fashioned, too, and I'm glad.

Marriage and children make almost any woman

old-fashioned and intolerant.

It's very kind of you to take the trouble to say all this to me.

I really feel that I should.

I know that you stood by her when I didn't.

My husband was so much wiser than I.

You and he managed things much better

than I would have done at the time.

And I have an idea you were responsible

for his... Change of heart.

Otherwise, if he hadn't changed,

he might have helped me to wreck our only child's life.

If I've done anything at all wise about Monica, I'm glad.

You have, and for that reason alone,

we all owe you a great deal.

That's why just now, when my girl is so happy,

I give you a mother's sincerest thanks.

It's nearly 10:00, milady.

It's all right, Bradford. There he is now.

Of course I'm glad about Monica...

But suppose it were I, darling?

We'd have to get married, of course.

Your tone of voice says you'd hate that.

Of course I wouldn't.

But you would hate hurting your wife,

and I couldn't blame you for that.

Yes, I would...

But it would be my duty to think of you first in such circumstances.

Your duty?

My duty, certainly.

I could manage without you.

Yes, but I wouldn't let you.

I love you.

Yes, I think you do.

Poor Chris.

Neither of us could really help it-

loving each other, I mean-

only I'd rather die than hurt you.

Don't let's talk of unpleasant things.

Kiss me.

When you didn't come last night,

I was so afraid you didn't love me

as much as you used to, but you do, don't you?

More, every day.

You remember, I once told you

you were a cautious person and I was a reckless one?

You meant to be a good husband, Chris,

and a model father.

Morning. Morning.

Everything's ready. Right.

Don't forget, you have to go over 33,000

to beat the official record.

Yes, I know. Thanks.

How much they turn over?

1,800.

Good.

Don't go over 15,000 without using your oxygen.

Right.

Everything ok?

Thanks, Joe.

This is my first love.

It's my last.

My first and my last, too.

Darling.

I've died a thousand times during these terrible weeks.

You might have been killed,

and I'd never have had you.

I thought of that, too, often.

Death is nothing,

but I didn't want to die before I'd known love, all love.

Darling...

Give up this altitude flight.

Don't think I'll ever forget

all you've done for me, darling.

Oh, nonsense. Let's go.

At least I didn't take Harry away

from a woman who was an angel,

whom he'd always loved.

Marriage and children make almost any woman

old-fashioned and intolerant.

That's why just now, when my girl is so happy,

I give you a mother's sincerest thanks.

But you would hate hurting your wife,

and I couldn't blame you for that.

Yes, I would...

But it would be my duty to think of you first in such circumstances.

Your duty?

My duty, certainly.

Duty, duty,

duty.