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IN SEARCH OF LOVE

the works of

Maggie!

Susie? Susie Higgins!

- Welcome to Madrid. - Maggie!

I've had a terrible time. You're here!

Sorry I'm late.

Don't worry, I've given him the cab driver your address.

- Let's see, which cab do we take? - Better yours.

- You're a little light on your feet. - You know me.

Come on, get in.

Isn't that nice?

- I know, the Cybele. - A symbol of Madrid.

And right behind that is the Post Office, it's like a cathedral.

- You've been informed. - I know everything about Spain.

- I was afraid to see you sad. - Because of that mess?

- I wanted to be delicate. - That wasn't it.

It was last year's problem. Now I have another one.

- It's grim, but I love it. - The floor is even grimmer.

- What do they say? - That you'd make a good mattress.

- It's a compliment. - How?

If you look, it's a sign of encouragement. It could be worse.

I'm telling you to bring them up on the stairs.

It's too much. He says that his woman will bring up the bags.

- It's a palace! - Of course it is.

That's my room, and that's yours.

And this is Fran's. She's out to...

He's here. Fran Hobson. Susie Higgins.

Here's Fran.

It's become like the ones here. A little gypsy.

Sing, dance... loaf.

- I should rehearse! - What?

- I'll make the coffee. - Hello.

- Welcome. My robe? - What color is it?

Here's time to make things. No rush.

My robe!

Antonio will kill me.

If on Tuesdays he leaves me rehearsal, I must go.

Today is Monday.

Monday.

Monday?

- We need you. We need your money too.

You don't say anything about Spanish men.

Did you hear me? How are the men?

- You'll see him sooner or later. - There aren't any.

- It's full! - Don't look at them or they'll explode.

- I mean, there is. - The rich are married.

- Okay. I'll try the poor ones. - They wouldn't court you.

- Are the Spanish so different? - You can have an affair.

- I don't want a mess. - I never...

- No, but don't spread it around. Do you? - Take the sardine sandwich.

- They have the heads. - It's the best.

- The guy from the office called. - Pete?

He's an American reporter with a lot of girlfriends.

- He said Mr. Barton is looking for you. - Paul?

Hello? Hello, Pete.

- What? I'm coming.

A minor crisis.

I'm going to the office. Are you coming?

No, thank you. I'm going to take a bath hot and studying art.

- Do you need anything else? - Yes, I do.

- Who's Paul Barton? - Maggie's boss.

- Incomprehensible, inaccessible... - Married?

- And paternal. - So that's it.

- Good morning. Is Mr. Barton in? - Not yet.

I see Pete over there.

Is there anything important?

- Reading my mail, Pete? - I shouldn't get too close.

I read the letters from afar.

I saw your...

He doesn't want to go home. I don't know what to do with her.

- What's the chief's minor crisis? - He doesn't trust me.

Let me have your typewriter. Mine doesn't work.

You drink too much.

Maybe I don't drink enough.

Will you fix it for the boss?

That proverbial expatriate for fifteen years now.

- He's not an expatriate. - You always support him!

- Do you write in those words? - My problem is revisions.

Mr. Barton is destroying everything for you.

- They're gonna kick us out. - What do you say?

Mr. Martinez will he'll kick out for the rent.

He'd be mad at you. And Paul?

Prepare a party for one from New York.

The boss is here. He's ruined our plans.

- He's coming tomorrow. - Not next week?

Your wife is tired of traveling.

- What about the party? - I'll change it.

There's a double suite reserved for C. D. Morton.

- Must be important. - Yeah. 20 papers.

Maggie, you go get the reserve. I'll screw it up.

You have offended Mr. Martinez.

Great.

- Take care of it. I need Maggie. - I see.

- Yesterday's article is good. - What you left out.

That's what I was telling my boss.

But he was right.

- About the party... - My wife will call the guests.

What about entertainment?

- Fran would bring Antonio Gades. - Good.

- Should I call Mr. Martinez? - I'll call.

How Pete talks to you!

He deserves it, I hope.

I'll call Fran.

Wait a minute!

- Are you busy? - No. Why?

- I have a job for you. - Where?

But I don't have time. I need Antonio, the guitars...

That's impossible. I'll do it!

- You're so handsome! - She needs to be cured.

- Do you speak English? What are you doing? - I'm a doctor.

- Is that how you look for work? - No broken bones.

- I'll examine you. - I'm late.

It's a scratch!

- How long have you been a doctor? - One year.

- What about your office? - At home, in Estepona.

- I've never heard of that street. - It's a town.

- Away? - 500 km away.

- What are you doing here? - Studying.

- How long? - A few more days.

- You don't talk much. - No, I don't.

- Don't you ever smile? - How are you?

Terrible.

- Do that more often. - What?

- Am I done? - Yes.

- Do I drink cognac? - No, in case of internal injuries.

- No internal injuries. - I'll get you some sherry.

What's your name?

- Andrés Briones. - Do you want to know my name?

- The doctor's gone. - Gone?

I haven't paid him!

It's all right. You can pay for the sherry.

- An art lover? - No. It's more than that.

- She's been dumped. - Not her.

Come.

I don't know. Maybe it's a art thief.

- No. Her husband left her. - She's not wearing a ring.

- Oh, yeah. Alone. - What do you mean, alone?

What do you mean How do I know?

The Americans are always alone.

Last time I left you that princess.

- Who are you? - Emilio Lacayo.

Who are you?

There will be crying for the beauty of the paintings.

Few get excited so much with our art.

- Thanks, but that wasn't it. - It wasn't?

- Tell me. Why were you crying? - I miss my country.

- It's silly, isn't it? - No.

No. No.

- It's horchata. A summer drink. - It's like an almond milkshake.

But... can he?

Can you afford it?

- A man who goes to the museum. - He thinks I don't have a job.

- You think I'm a gigolo? - I didn't think of that!

- I don't have a job! - It can happen to all of us.

Yes, of course.

She's got the jitters all of a sudden. What's the matter?

- It's time for dinner. - In Madrid we'll have dinner later.

It's true. I've heard that. That's crazy.

- Can we meet again? - Is it done?

- All the time. - I don't know much about your country.

But we've met

Oh, yeah. He's right.

- You must introduce us to a family. - I don't know any.

I have an American friend, Maggie Williams. We went to school.

The beautiful American girl who works with Paul Barton?

- Yes. Do you know her? - Yes. I know her.

A cookie?

He'll speak ill of me.

- I won't listen to her. - You're too smart.

Waiter!

Take it.

Fucking?

What is it?

Put it away!

Haven't they taught you anything in America about male pride?

- Aren't the Spanish educated? - Yes, they are.

Then why are you yelling at me?

Some of us are very cruel.

I'm sorry that I made me cry.

- It wasn't you. - No? Then what?

I miss my country.

- I don't have any earrings! - I do.

- Do you have a safety pin? - Yes, I do.

Must be Barton's car.

- Are you ready? - My first Spanish party!

I hope you're not disappointed.

- Fran! - Where's the safety pin?

Here. Got it.

She's not dressed!

- How awful! They don't even look at us. - They're with their women.

Okay. Anyway... I think that your Paul looks wonderful.

- His wife is beautiful. - Not that pretty.

- What's it like? - Very social. The perfect woman.

- What's it like with you? - Lovely.

What's he like?

When I think there's something, becomes paternal.

- Why don't you attack? - I get paralyzed.

What? The beauty of Bronxville?

Paul! It's good to see you.

Look, that's the one from I told you about.

- The boy who's coming in. - No!

- Yeah, that's him. - But it's Emilio Lacayo.

- Run away. - He already warned me.

Emilio Lacayo is from a rich old family.

- And the cruelest man known. - I was afraid he was a gigolo.

Nice to see you.

How's it going?

Excuse me. I'm going to go say hello my cousin.

Will you look after her? And don't touch!

- He's coming. What do I do? - Take it easy.

He's a doozy.

Maggie! What a joy. to see you again.

Excuse me, but this beautiful young woman and I are old friends.

Don't you know each other? Susie. Emilio Lacayo.

- Will you want to eat with me? - We'll see.

I'll call her tomorrow. It's good to see you.

- Isn't it wonderful? - Yes, it is...

- It's not. You're his next victim. - He didn't even look at me.

- No. But you'll soon be in a hurry. - How?

First with delicacies: A sprig of flowers, a little dinner.

Then he'll send you caviar and champagne to your friends' apartment.

- And he'll picture you half naked. - What else?

He's gonna try the lonely guy thing: "My life is empty."

Or this one: "Would you like to see my Etruscan collection?"

- If not, he'll ask you to marry him. - He doesn't know me.

But you'll sleep with him to get to know you better.

- And if I refuse? - He'll leave you.

But you will ask him, "What have I done? What's wrong with me?"

And that night you will go to bed with him because it's okay.

- Who does he think he is? - A flirt.

- If so, what are you doing with that one? - Susie!

They are the ones who come

to those who seek love...

to the words...

Find the ones who are looking....

- It's almost daylight. - Can we leave without being seen?

And die.

- Let's go. - Maggie, do you dance?

Yeah, I'd love to.

- You're already dead. - In what way!

You dance well too.

- Apart from being very pretty. - Thank you.

- We've never danced before. - No. Never.

We should practice.

Are you kidding me?

And what else?

Well, that's the problem.

If you're kidding, I'm lost.

But if you're serious...

I'm sorry, my dear. You look too beautiful tonight.

Back to your thing.

Thank you, Maggie.

- I'm sorry. - What's going on?

- Will you take me home? - Sure.

I'll warn my Toledo tornado.

- I'm sorry. Did you mind? - He was happy.

The idea was to make her sad.

Let's go.

Thank you for not asking questions.

I don't want to talk about it. Are you interested?

- It's none of my business. - We're very selfish these days.

- What question should I not ask? - Why am I sinking?

You got over a bad experience, right?

Paul helped me.

That's the thing. The problem of overcoming a bad experience is that you miss it.

And you're looking for another one.

- Why is Barton leaving you? - What?

- Aren't you having an affair? - No.

- What's your problem? - That's my problem.

Let's go left.

- Madrid is on the right. - On the left.

- It was on the right. - You don't know Spain.

- I don't even want to. - Why?

There's a vacancy in Paris. And they want me.

What's in Paris? A girl who says no?

- A place without Barton. - Do you envy him?

Jealous? He has nothing. that I want.

You haven't even been in Madrid for three months and you already want to go to Paris.

- If Barton recommends me. - He will. And you'll like Paris.

For a month or two. Then you'll go to Rome, to London...

You'll keep moving. You won't learn never anything for being "free."

- Why are you attacking me? - Someone has to.

Paul thinks you'll get better, but not me.

You go out, drink, garters and you're wasting your time complaining...

when you could be pretty good.

I didn't know you cared.

- Forget it. - I don't want to forget it. You're right.

- You're right about a lot of things. - Yeah.

It's silly not to listen to you. Remind me.

What's going on?

Well...

- Sometimes it gets lost. - Yes.

Let me make something clear to you.

I know how Barton feels about you.

How can I help you?

- Hello?

Just a minute. Your lover.

What do I call him? Sir?

Try "honey."

Hello.

I'm going to Toledo this morning.

If you have nothing to do, I'd like to take her.

Do you want to?

He wants to go to Toledo with me. What do I tell him?

Toledo? This is a new one. Tell him no.

Yes!

Good.

Sure. He'll be back tonight.

I'll pick her up in half an hour. I'll be on time. Bye.

- What do you think you're doing? - I'm going to teach him a lesson.

- You don't even control that one. - But I do control Emilio.

Yeah? How?

- Following a Spanish custom. - What's that?

Thank you, Emilio.

You're welcome.

Stop it, stop it!

- Did you find my pencil? - Pencil?

Yesterday he said it was a pen what I had lost.

Nothing's turned up. Just the young doctor.

He said he's lost some bandages.

Maybe he has his pencil, and you your bandages.

- Why did you run away? - I didn't want to see you. But I had to.

- To say goodbye, I'm leaving. - You're not coming back?

- No. - It's a drag!

- Where are you going now? - To fish in Segovia.

- Take me home first. - Why?

Why? I can't. fishing dressed like that.

Wait a minute!

- Something's come up. - Aren't you coming with us?

- No, it's just... - It's too bad.

Remember, in Spanish "no" is said "no".

Very nice.

Nice one! Men go crazy. One tried to kill himself after hearing her.

- Did he die? - Well, he was in a bad way.

- You always laugh at your profession. - It doesn't suit me.

So why do you keep going?

- Why do you fish if there are no fish? - To avoid...

- Avoid what? - It's time to go home.

All afternoon lost.

We've talked and talked, but nothing.

Do I scare you?

It's late.

Where have you been?

- This is what I wanted to avoid. - Let's avoid it more!

Toledo. And we have all day.

- Wonderful, isn't it? - Yes.

one of the three masterpieces of the painting.

The first is the night round. the second, the meninas.

That's where we met.

"And the third one is this."

"When the count died...

St. Augustine and St. Stephen they lowered the body into the grave.

El Greco painted himself into the picture. It's the sixth one from the left.

Your son is in the spotlight.

Look at the way...

as El Greco treats the priest's overpinning."

Ah, yes.

"Over the heads, an angel holds a baby...

that represents the soul of the count.

St. John the Baptist asks that the soul of the count entering heaven.

With your hand, Jesus asks St. Peter...

to let the count in." Stop it.

- Why? - There are no descriptions left.

- I like it. - I'm thirsty.

- It's one of the best wineries. - Another dark place!

Yeah, well... The eyes suffer less.

- Come. I'll show you some wine. - I want a Coke.

Ah, a Mouton Rothschild from 1918, a...

What's happened to you?

I know it's dark, but be careful with your hands.

Let's go to the cognac room. It's less dark.

- I hate to leave. - I know.

But we must.

Excuse me.

- The suite is free, do you want it? - Yes. And bring flowers and champagne.

And a bottle of aspirin.

Well... The car is waiting for us.

- Susie, I want... - Emilio...

- What? - What?

You go first.

I want to apologize.

I've heard talk and I wanted to teach you a lesson.

But I was wrong. You have made to have fun.

- I thought you were a cynic. - I am.

- Why do you say that? - I want to be honest.

Will you marry me?

Sure. When?

When? We need time.

I know. The blood tests it's three days.

- No. I meant the courtship. - I'll meet yours on Monday.

No, Susie. You don't get it.

- We have to see if we're compatible. - How?

How?

Well... You know...

But we can't. The we'll find out in other ways.

- There are no other ways. - No? Art? What about sports?

But nothing physical. No touching. As spectators.

- A good football game? - Sounds good.

Bullfighting?

- It would be... - Public.

- That's it. The exact idea. - I see.

Good. I must take you to those places. Someday.

- But first take me home. - Home?

Yes, I suppose I must.

- Done. And with aspirin. - Undo it.

I've lost the battle. But not the war.

- The floors don't sag. - They disintegrate.

- Then go. - Tomorrow.

- Good morning. - Good morning. Things are going well.

Something has to be agreed.

- You're late again. - I fell asleep.

You went out with Pete?

He shows me the nightlife. I'll get used to it.

Is something wrong?

Are you having an affair?

He believed that you and I we had one.

Yes?

- Then you don't have any. - Of course I don't.

They are before the Toledo tornado, the Barcelona butterfly

- and the Salamanca cyclone. - Yes?

- He likes you. - So much so that she wants to leave.

- Where do you want to go? - To Paris.

I told him I'm sure that you would recommend to him.

- And what did he say? - Nothing. But he'll quit.

Crazy. You should go.

I was like Pete.

It's hard to believe, but it's true.

I had to fight to get this up.

That makes me noble, doesn't it?

Why do I wonder how I've wasted these fifteen years?

What's the matter with you?

- Why do you want me to leave? - What?

You told me to go.

I didn't say anything like that.

I didn't say go.

My mother used to tell me who never knocked on the door.

If you need me, I'm somewhere.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. Nothing's happened.

That's just how I feel.

- Arturo?

- A cable to Centrell. - Yes, sir.

They're interested in McCoy.

My recommendation is negative.

Stimulating?

Is it? Stimulating?

All right! Everybody's finished, folks.

No, honey. I'm honored.

It means the bull is dedicated to you.

- Will you kill the bull for me? - Yes.

But I don't even kill flies.

I'll explain everything.

- I won't let you! Let him live! - Sit down and shut up.

That's it. That's it. Don't worry about it.

Goodbye, bull.

Exquisite!

It's over, Susie. It's over.

There's nothing to worry about. Susie...

Susie, what are you doing?

- Thanks for dinner. - But you haven't eaten anything.

I had a good lunch. Good night.

- I release you from the engagement. - What are you talking about?

- Maggie told me. - What?

About your different techniques.

I thought with me would be different, but no.

- You don't love me. We're not having sex. - Will you say goodbye?

I know your pride is hurt, but you'll get over it.

- And so do I. - Wait. You're wrong.

- Am I wrong? - Yes, you are.

- You won't do this to us. - I'm not?

Don't talk while I'm explaining myself.

I'll explain everything.

Don't talk while I'm doing it.

- Maggie. - Paul!

I'm looking for Pete.

Looking for Pete? Here and now?

I don't know whether to call to the Salamanca cyclone...

to the Toledo Tornado or the Barcelona butterfly.

Paul, who the hell You think you are?

Why are you including me in that little group?

- Maggie, listen...

I'm having an affair with Pete.

That's none of your business. And you call me as if she were a slut.

I'm not having an affair with Pete or anyone else!

But if I wanted to, I could have it.

Put it on the teletypewriters! And another thing...

Maggie, shut up.

Did Pete leave you a message?

- Yes. He's coming back from Paris tomorrow. - Why didn't you say so in the beginning?

- I don't like your tone. - I'm sorry.

Don't think I'm easy. just because I was once.

If you really want to know what I think of you...

Some other time.

Tell Pete to call me first thing in the morning.

Good night, Maggie.

Shall we talk a little?

- What's so funny? - Nothing. I was just thinking about something else.

- Can we talk? - What's going on?

Nothing.

How about Emilio?

Well... I'm not sure.

Susie, you're so... silly.

I know I'm stupid. But that's how I am.

Let's talk then. I told you what Emilio was like.

A scoundrel. But did you hear me? No.

- You had to figure it out on your own. - Are you angry?

I'm not mad at you. I'm angry in general.

You sleep with Emilio and you're joking.

- But you'll hate yourself. - I won't!

- No, what? - I haven't been to bed.

Susie, what are we talking about?

He asked me to I married him.

I mean really. And that he knows his mother.

Well... Someone had to hunt him down.

Let's celebrate!

- What have you done? - I've honestly deceived him.

I pushed him to get engaged.

- If your mother likes me. - Don't worry. Of course she does.

- You really don't care? - Of course not. Why?

It was "your problem of the year past," right?

- Absolutely not. - I'll lie to you if you need to.

- Your silly honesty is better. - You need another girl.

- I'll need two. Fran will go. - What about the doctor?

- Nothing is known. She's down. - Poor thing!

Let's go tell him.

- He said he was sleeping. - Look!

"Girls, I'll be back in a few days. "Love. Fran.

P.S. I can't help it.

- I hope he makes it. - Where'd he go?

- To the hills. - What hills?

What a beautiful way to treat the patients!

- Do you practice a lot? - No, I don't.

Only with those who come and say "A doctor. My heart is bad."

Did I say that?

I was afraid that you won't be happy to see me.

- I don't know what I said. - It was good to see you.

How's your heart now?

- What time does my plane leave today? - Eight o'clock.

So soon?

It's okay. We have everything the long, beautiful day.

Oh, thank you.

- They're too young. - In Spain everyone dances flamenco.

All of them?

the dishes too....

The goat cooing like

that everything makes music....

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Andrew? - Yes?

- What time did you say the plane leaves? - There's another one tomorrow.

- Come with me. - You know my work is here.

- Then let me stay. - I can't.

Good. It's over.

Both days most beautiful of my life...

and I've wasted them on a decent and stubbornly beautiful like you.

I wouldn't have missed them. for nothing.

- You got the tickers. - Get Pete in here.

He's leaving.

Good. I see you brought some homework.

- Maggie. - Congratulations on the new job.

- I didn't get it. - You didn't get it?

Barton sent a cable and Paris doesn't want me.

- I don't believe it. It's a mistake. - Sure it is. Goodbye.

- I told him. - I thought so.

- I know you wanted to help me. - Paul tried to reach you last night.

Sure. I'll send you a postcard. In color. I'll see you.

When is Barton coming?

- Oh, honey. - I forgot the key.

- I thought it was Emilio. - Lucky it's not.

I'll see your mother, and I didn't want it to get wrinkled.

- How's it going? - It's over.

- I'm too much for him. - My mascara will run.

I'm sorry.

Did you say that are you going to meet his mother?

- I'm so happy for you. - I'm sorry for you.

Just a minute. Wait a minute.

What do I do? I don't wear mascara.

- What time is he coming? - 3:30. What time is it?

- 4:30. He's usually late. - Never. There will be a misunderstanding.

Maybe he said, "I want you meet my mother..."

and not, "I'll take you."

- A taxi. - Wait a minute, crazy lady!

What nerves!

I'm Susie Higgins. it seems you were expecting me.

- Emilio didn't show up and I came. - She's American. How lovely.

- You didn't know that? - Should I?

Yes. Didn't Emilio tell you? He doesn't tell me much about you either.

I didn't even know you spoke English.

- Do you know my son? - That's why I'm here.

Sit down.

- He didn't tell you about me? - You tell me.

Okay. He... We... He asked me to marry him.

I can't understand why he doesn't come.

How... how well do you know my son?

I know your technique. If that's it. as far as he's concerned.

But this is different. We love each other.

And he wanted me to meet her, which makes it different...

No?

- Have you done it before? - Probably.

But why?

Why would I do something like this?

I think we should share this with him.

The young lady is going to Toledo with you, that's good.

- Mother, was that you? - No. You.

In response to why I was going to do something so vile, I don't know.

Emilio can be charming...

but also a spoiled and a scoundrel.

I'm so sorry for the damage that we've both caused him.

Mother.

- You haven't forgotten anything? - Yes, I have.

That with this girl you you've been acting like a coward.

- Is that what you were saying? - Yes. Exactly.

You're back!

What are you doing?

I'm going back to New York, where it should be.

What happened?

- You know about the clinic? - Yes, I do.

Can't afford the equipment and he won't let me help him.

So it's over.

If Christopher Columbus he would have stayed home...

I'd still be in New York, dancing flamenco.

- What's the matter with you? - Let's see. I'm going back to her.

- And Emilio? - All lies. His mother didn't know.

I'm mad at me. I hate it!

- The only thing is... - You still love him.

Paul, I've been waiting for you. What's going on with you and Pete?

I'll talk to you in a minute. But first with you.

Are we going to a party?

Paul, it's Maggie. Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

I'll pick you up in 10 minutes.

This is not a school of people who drop out.

It's a news agency and you're running it.

I think you write well, even though I don't like you.

- Nor you me. - I knew it. What should I do?

- I quit. - You're looking for a job?

- You think I don't have the guts? - No. You've had it for three months.

So what?

It's not enough. You'll end up writing comics.

- I'm negative, critical. But you learn. - It's my decision.

Do you want to go? I'll help you. I'll take you to the plane.

But if you stay and you become somewhat responsible...

I'll let it be negative and to annoy you.

You know, I've never understood you...

but I'll have to stay until I teach you.

- Take the rest of the day off. - The day is over.

I've read this. Not bad.

Farragous, but good.

Are you coming to the party?

I'll take Maggie.

Do the right thing. He loves you.

Where are we going?

Here you don't have to worry to be seen.

- Paul. - Hello.

He's our host. He's been inviting me for years.

- Who are all these people? - Happy people.

- Married? - Some.

- Where do we fit in? - They're in love.

Do you accept a secret life?

- My turn, Paul. - Our host, Mr. Rosalinda.

- Paul, Mei Ling. My boss. - Let's go to the bar.

I love her.

- Shall I tell you why? - What? I was distracted.

I've never seen to Paul like this.

I used to be serious, sad. But not anymore. That's why I love her.

- Why is she crying? - At every party.

Cry for Paul. Do something for me.

I'll let you dance with the rest of those wonderful women.

- I'm so glad. Paul's at the bar. - Excuse me.

To her the mink and me the fridge...

- I'm glad. - For plucking the wings off flies?

- I didn't know you were coming. - Neither did I. It was just a gut feeling.

I saw the taxi kiss.

Don't pretend you're not my husband's flirting.

What do you want? Love? Go outside.

It's not just love! Oh, dear. It's true love.

Okay. Let's talk. You want a little love nest?

Trust me, you're not gonna get anything else out of it.

I've spent a lot of time in Paul and you won't take anything away from me.

- I won't give anything, is that clear? - The thing is, I'm confused.

You knew what you were doing.

Those open blue eyes wide open, looking at him.

- But the lout fell. - I took the bait and your husband took the bait.

I flirted and it fell into my lap. Where were you?

- Me? - Yes. The devoted wife.

What were you doing? Where were you?

Why weren't you with him and take care of him?

Leave him alone! He doesn't want you.

He's just playing with you. He doesn't care about you!

I feel sorry for you.

How dare you, you slut?

Any way to spoil it more?

- Get me out of here. - I'll explain to my lotus flower.

- Do you mind if I... - No.

You'll ruin my life. Let's have a drink.

- A drink won't help me. - No. But it will for me.

I said not a drink. But I think ten, yes.

My friend, Don Quixote.

- He won't want to be my friend anymore. - Why not?

I have betrayed every ideal altruistic and noble for whom he fought.

Of course.

He called me a slut.

Maybe he's right. Maybe that's what I am.

I don't think so. I've just fallen in love.

Your friend Don Quixote would say: "What about his wife?"

Forgotten.

- It's not good. - I know.

Pete, I'm a mess.

You're right.

Tell me what to do.

- Forget Barton. - I can't.

Well, cry... for your misfortune.

- Pete. I'm so unhappy. - Maggie, Maggie!

- You've had too much to drink. - I have?

- Shall I take you home? - I'd love to.

So that's the sad story of Fran and Andres.

I guess you know what of Susie and Emilio.

So there we are, all three of us. Fran, Susie and I.

Good girls. What about us? We crashed.

Even the man across the street has forgotten us.

He doesn't go to the window for a week now...

We're too old for him.

We have grown old in a week.

- Pete? - What?

Am I too old for you?

So kiss me.

- What about Emilio? - I'll see if he comes. Is Maggie here?

He's on the phone.

Go easy on her. She's hung over.

I want to talk to Estepona. Dr. Briones.

Company business. Call me at my office.

He needs you.

- Maggie... - One nice word and I'll fall apart.

Okay. There isn't one.

Jane told me everything what he told you last night.

- Let's stop that. - No.

The woman who spoke to you last night wasn't Jane.

I made it that way.

You've known for months how I feel about you.

- It's been hell. - I'm not okay.

I love you.

I can't leave Jane.

I'm not the first in this situation.

Nor will I be the last.

In these matters always...

it's the man who wins.

It's up to you.

Fran and Susie are going back to New York.

I'm going with them.

I expected that.

I'll never forget you, Maggie.

Anything else, Mr. Barton?

- There you go. - Well...

- Excuse me. - It's all right. There you go.

I'm so badly off.

Get me Emilio Lacayo.

- My congratulations. - Why are you congratulating me?

For breaking off the engagement.

That's a relief, isn't it?

She's lovely, but pretty dumb.

- Silly? - She wasn't smart with you.

You're wrong. She was very clever.

He almost succeeded.

- It only failed because... - He fell in love with you.

In New York, I may choose a silly, nice, confident boy.

- New York? What do you mean? - You don't know?

All three are back to New York tomorrow.

I'm throwing a farewell party. Come.

- There's a new girl. - I can't, thanks.

Yeah, I think it's gonna be You better not come.

- It's good to see you. - Good to see you too.

Good-bye, old floor.

Goodbye. Wherever you are.

He's back!

- We're leaving tomorrow! - It was nice to meet you.

- What a wonderful man! - We'll think a lot of you.

Goodbye!

Well, somebody won.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

So do I.

- Is this what the last night will be like? - I'll sing.

- Why? - I get paid for it.

- Make it sad. - I've chosen something special.

When?

the more I say never....

The more I say never....

- Look, Susie. - I'm looking.

There.

Ladies and gentlemen...

they know that this is a farewell party.

But they don't know it's because we my wife and I were fired.

I'll start in New York.

This party is for thank you for your kindness.

And to ask for their support to my successor...

Mr. Pete McCoy, because he'll need it.

- Paul, what do I do? - With what?

- With everything. - Ask Maggie.