All language subtitles for Cukor_E_H_Griffith_The_Animal_Kingdom_1932

[beeping]

[music playing]

Hello, Tom.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Jack.

Hello, there, how are you?

Hello, Meyer.
-Hello, Tom.

-How are things?
-Fine, fine.

Good.

The book is ready.

It's not.
Already?

I put it on your desk.

Oh, come on.

Let's have a look.

Ah, now that looks all right.

I say.

Well.

Lovely.

Congratulations, Meyer.

Glad you like it, Tom.

I do, Harry.

I think this calls
for a celebration.

I-- I've got some
champagne in the car.

I got it for tonight,
but if we drink it up,

well, my guests can drink beer.

Harry, get some glasses.

You take that, Meyer.

I'll be back.

I won't be long.

Tom's never been on time for
an appointment in his life.

He has absolutely no
consideration for other people.

You're not awfully fond of
your son, are you, Mr. Collier?

Cecilia, if you'd spent the
time and money and effort I

have to make that young man
realize who he is and what he

ought to be doing in
the world, you'd-- you

haven't known Tom long.

No.

Owen, perhaps from
longer experience,

you might enlighten her.

Well, I presume what
Mr. Collier means

is that on ordinary
terms, Tom doesn't

seem to have got very far.

He's wasted his life
from the cradle.

Aw, it must've been pathetic
to see him wasting it at three.

I assure you, his genius
for it showed even then.

I send him to Harvard, and
he lasts two years there.

I send him to Oxford, and
he commutes from Paris.

I put him into the bank,
and he-- the whole world

at the feet of that
boy, the whole world,

and all he's ever done
is to run from it.

Well, you know, Tom has
his own ideas about what

he wants to do with his life.

Yes, Regan?

A radio message came
by phone from him.

Oh, thanks.
You can leave it here.

I'll take it.
-Right.

Oh, I-- everything satisfactory?

Yes, yes.

Quite, thanks.

Comfortable, miss?

Quite, thank you.

Like a drink, anyone?

No, no, nothing.

We were talking.

That's all right.
Go right ahead.

Make yourselves at home.

He'll be right along.

The butler?

He's charming.

He looks like a prize fighter.

[chuckling]

He was.

There, there, now.

Don't worry.

Tom'll be along any second.

If what I think is true, I
hope he never comes along.

What?

Well, I'll-- I'll tell
you what's in my mind.

Heaven knows I
don't want it there.

That girl he's been living
with for the last three--

Just a minute, sir.

It's all right.

Good Juve, there's
no secret, is it?

Who is she, anyone?

What is she?

An extremely nice girl,
hardworking, talented.

She-- she draws for one
of the fashion magazines.

Very successful.

She left three months for
her magazine's Paris office

for an indefinite study.

Oh, maybe she's coming back.

What of it, Mr. Collier?

What of it?

Everything of it.

It's like him to marry her.

I'm surprised he's missed
it as long as he has.

Well, I've stood for
his rowdy friendships.

I've put up with his idleness,
his ill-mannered insolence.

I'm sorry, Mr. Collier.

I'll have to ask you
to let it go at that.

Hmm?

Why so?

Because it's so happens
that I'm why we're here.

How is that?

It's me Tom is going
to marry, and I've

heard enough against him
to last me quite a while.

Cee, what are
you talking about?

Marrying.

Why, Cee, I thought that--

On June 1, to be exact.

He asked you out
here to tell you,

and I imagine to receive
your good wishes.

My dear!

My dear, I congratulate
Tom and myself,

and I hope it'll
work out for you.

I hope he won't be utterly
impossible as a husband.

He has been at everything
else I wanted him to do.

I don't agree with you.

Tom's the most interesting, most
attractive man I've ever known.

I consider myself
shot with luck.

Very loyal.

Not at all.

I simply believe in him.

Not in his so-called
path, perhaps.

I'm not quite a fool.

But certainly in what's to be.

Well, faith is a
beautiful thing.

I think so.

Well, if you can make a
respectable citizen out

of Tom Collier at this
date, you have nothing

but praise from me, my dear.

It seems not to
occur to you when Tom

has someone who really
understands him,

to work and care for, why--

Understands him?

Yes, completely.

Why, he'll make what you call a
respectable citizen of himself.

Oh, you think so?

I know, and if
what you laughingly

referred to as my faith
is of any use to him--

Love will conquer all.

Yes, yes, of course.

But forgive me a few doubts.

Oh?

How is that, sir?

Darling, I'm coming back.

Arrive on Paris
at eight tonight.

Much love, Daisy.

Well.

I know all about her.

Did you know she was
returning tonight?

No.

Neither did Tom.

Owen, I'd like a few words with
you, if Cecilia will pardon us.

Certainly.

Owen.

I meant to tell you
on the way over,

Owen, but then I couldn't.

Cee, how did it happen?

Very suddenly, very
sweetly yesterday.

I'm sorry.

You asked.

If you'll excuse
me, I-- I think I'll

see what Mr. Collier wants.

[knocking on door]

Hello, Red.

Hiya, Tom.

Oh, uh, are they here yet?

They are.

Good.

Darling.

Tom.

Take my hat, will ya?

Thanks.

Now get out.

Uh, I just wanted
to tell ya that--

-Later.
-But there's a--

Guess, will you?

A radio message come for ya.

Oh, get out.

Hello, darling.

No.

You're late.

I'm furious with you.

Late?

There.

Is that all right?

That's terrible.

I-- I've taken up with
a thrifty spinster.

That's all you deserve.

Well, where are
they, Father and Owen?

In the other room.

Tell me, darling.

Did you really say
you'd marry me?

I'm afraid I did.

Oh, heaven help us both.

Just this one marriage, please.

You know, I haven't been
very good about marriage.

I was exposed to a very
bad case of it as a baby.

We must make a grand go of it.

Oh, we shall.

Never you fear.

Well, you-- you just
do everything I say,

and it'll be all right.

With pleasure, sir.

Oh, Cee, darling, what-- what
a marvelous object you are.

Oh, I feel good.

So do I.

Do you?

My lovely Cee.

Stop it, Tom.

You're embarrassing me.

Why?

I feel quite naked.

You look marvelous.
You look--

I'll have dinner in a
couple of minutes, Tom.

Get glasses with ice,
and run all the way.

Right.
Did you get your radio message?

What message?

[whistling]

Goodbye.

Don't tell me,
if you don't want.

But I do.

I'd always intended to at
the first opportunity anyway,

and suddenly, it
seems, here it is.

Well, Cee, for a long
time, I've known,

known intimately, a girl who's
been very important to me.

Yes?

Daisy's done more for me
than anyone in this world.

She's the best friend I've got.

I believe she always will be.

I'd hate terribly to lose her.

It's been a queer
sort of arrangement.

Well, no arrangement
at all, really.

There's never been any idea
of marriage between us.

Well--

Is she attractive, Tom?

To me she is.

I don't believe
you'd like me half

so well if Daisy hadn't knocked
some good sense into me.

Someone's done
a good job of it.

I'll tell her that.

I sent her a long cable
this morning all about us.

Of course, she never got
it because this-- this

came from the boat.

She lands tonight.

I see.

Cee, we-- well,
we've been everything

possible to each
other, of course.

CECILIA: Yes, Tom.

At the same time,
as free as air.

I mean, there's never
been any feeling

of conventional responsibility
towards each other involved

in it.

I can understand that.

Can you, Cee?

Because I never could.

Anyhow, that's--
that's how it's been.

We haven't been what you'd call
in love for a long time now.

Does she know that?

She knew it first.

Well, I-- I don't
know what more there

is to be said about it,
except that-- that there's

no need for you to worry.

You won't, will you?

Not if you tell me I needn't.

Well, I do.

And finally, I think she ought
to know the news about us

pretty promptly.

Yes.

Probably.

Well, is-- is anything I do
about that all right with you?

Of course.

Thank you, Cee.

Oh, hello, Father.

Hello, Owen.
OWEN: Evening, Tom.

Good evening.

You said 5 o'clock.

It's seven, and I--

Oh, did I?

Is it?

Listen, you and
Owen, I want to tell

you what this is all about.

We know.

We've Heard.

He was abusing you,
so I had to tell him.

And it-- it didn't
discourage you?

On the contrary.

Oh, stout heart.

Why, uh, thanks very
much, sir, but I think I'm

the one to be congratulated.

Yes, indeed we are.

Yes, I'm sure we shall be.

Hello, Red.
There you are.

That's a good boy.

That's my father over there.

Oh, glad to meet you sir.

TOM: And my fiance, Miss Henry.

Your--

[chuckling]

Good boy!

Hey, thanks very much.

Well, here's how and
why and wherefore,

and you know where
marriages are made.

Is-- is it all right?

Swell.

Well, that's splendid.

Now we're all
satisfied, aren't we?

Yeah.

Just a moment, Red.

Did you put the car away?

Say, how many hands have I got?

Well, don't.

I shall need it.

Right.

Father, I fear I have to ask
you do the honors at dinner.

Why?

How's that?

I find I have to go
straight back to town.

Now, you listen to me.

It seems to me
extremely important

that I should do it at once.

In fact, I can't do otherwise.

You have the effrontery, the
colossal bad taste on the night

of celebrating your
engagement to a fine,

trusting, loyal
girl to go from her,

your fiance, to your-- your--

Same old difficulty
about words, eh, Father?

Never mind.

None of them apply to Daisy.

I suppose you know better.

If you leave here--

Yes, much.

Much better.

Til tomorrow, my angel.

My poor child.

I'm sorry, Cecilia.

Oh, I think he
did exactly right.

Beautiful thing, faith.

A beautiful, beautiful thing.

[door buzzer]

Tommy.

Daisy.

I was looking for
you at the dock.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't get your
message in time.

Oh, come in.

All right.

Oh, hello, you dear Tom.

Hello, Daisy.

Now it seems as though I
haven't been away at all.

Does it?

Oh, come sit down.

I have so much to tell
you, it'll take hours.

Ah.

Tom, two of the most exciting
things have happened to me.

Not one, two.
-Really?

What were they?

Oh, I'm bursting with them.

Darling--

Daisy, I--

[chuckling]

No, you-- you tell me.

Come on.

Well, my heavy studying ought
to be over in a few weeks.

By the first of June, anyway.

What have you got on the fire?

Much?

Yes, a good deal.

The fact is, I-- I--

Well, work day and night
until the first of June,

and then-- then come to
Mexico for a month with Daisy.

Oh, I'm dying to go because,
well, first of all--

What?

I feel like such a fool.

Promise you won't breathe
a word of it to anybody.

Tom, I think I can paint.

Well, that's no surprise.

I've always thought you could--

Well, then, you've always
been wrong because it's new.

It's just since the
last two months.

I believe if I work my eyes
out and my fingers to the bone

that someday, I
may really paint.

You must be hard on me now.

No parties, not playing
around, just work.

And you mustn't let me
show until I'm ready to.

Is that agreed?

All right.

You got a funny instinct
about those things,

and I'm counting on you.

That's the first thing.

As for the second thing--

What?

No-- suddenly, I--
I feel shy with you.

Oh, I don't like it.

I don't like it a bit.

It's, uh, been a
long time, Daisy.

Too long.

Perhaps I better wait to
tell you the second thing.

No.

Tell me now.

Oh, my dear.

What's wrong with us?

Come here to me.

That's better.

I don't feel it so much now.

You're a free man,
you know, Tommy.

Always have been with
me, no questions asked.

But oh, please, Mexico in June
together, because listen--

no, don't look at me.

Look the other way.

On the boat coming over, the
sweetest small boy about two--

well, I got crazy about
him, and I want one.

I want one badly.

So will you please be
good enough to marry me?

Oh, as you always used
to say you wanted to,

only I wouldn't let
you, and-- well, you

needn't be terribly serious.

It's not a life
sentence, you know.

Just for a little
while, if like.

It would be such a dirty
trick on him if we didn't.

Then after I get my stuff
through the July issue,

Mexico for a month together.

Oh, I love you so much.

I was a fool to
ever think I didn't.

So come on, Tommy.

Be a good sport and--
and give me a cigarette.

Daisy.

All right.

Never mind.

Let's forget all about it.

That is a foul
necktie you've got on.

The colors are--

Daisy, I--

DAISY: What is it?

Oh, you're going to tell
me something terrible.

What is it?

I'm-- I'm going to
be married, Daisy.

-To--
-Listen.

Listen, my darling.

You can't care so much.

You can't.

It's simply that you and
I are matched together--

It must have happened
pretty quickly.

Yes, it did.

A month ago, we hadn't even met.

It was--

You can spare me
the details, please.

I don't even want
to know who she is.

Who is she?

Cecelia Henry, her name is.

Behold, the bridegroom cometh.

I know I offer my
lamp, as usual.

A foolish virgin, me.

Well, foolish, anyway.

When is it to be?

Soon?

About the first of
June, we planned.

June.

Oh.

Well, in that case,
Mexico would be out.

But I never dreamed--
oh, I feel so awful.

Remember me, Tom.

Daisy, there's
to be no nonsense

about not seeing each
other again as friends

or any of that, you know.

Oh, but there will
be that nonsense.

Oh, yes, there will
be that all right.

I don't understand.

I don't see why we shouldn't.

I thought for a long time
we'd been out of danger

so far as-- well, so far as--

Wanting each other goes?

TOM: Well, hadn't we?

Speak for yourself, Tom.

You too, Daisy.

You first, I thought.

Well, it's true that side of
it was never so much to us.

Not in comparison,
not-- well, not

after those first crazy months.

But I-- I thought
that was natural.

I was even glad, glad that
it was all the needs that

held us together so closely.

Not a claim, never a
claim, but so closely.

Tom, Tom, do you
have to marry her?

I want to marry her.

I thought maybe
you just wanted--

wanted her most awfully.

No, no, no.
It's more than that.

Much more.

Well, I-- I don't see how
you can quite tell that.

For all our big talk,
you know, we do still

belong to the animal kingdom.

If you knew her, Daisy--

Yes, well I don't, you see.

Listen, Daisy, there's
no one like you.

Never will be.

I know that.

But this-- it--
it-- I don't know.

I can't tell you.

Don't try, don't
try, don't try.

Goodbye, you, Tom Collier.

TOM: Goodbye?

Until when?

Doomsday, my darling.

What are you talking about?

Just that.

Now, you listen to me.

If you think I'm going to allow
two people who mean as much

to each other as you
and I do to be separated

by any such force or
ridiculous notion as that,

you're mistaken.

Just you try it.

-Tell me goodbye.
-I'll do nothing of the kind.

Oh, you will.

You must.

You have to.

Sharp, decent, and clean.

No loose ends between us two.

But it's not decent.
It's soft.

It's sentimental.

It's the kind of thing you'd
never have any use for,

taught me never to.
-Goodbye.

-I will not say it.
-Goodbye.

-No.
-You must.

Listen to me, Daisy, please--

I have some things of
yours that are here.

I want you to take them
along with you, please.

Frank got me a new maid
just before I landed.

I let Harriet go when I left.

Well, the new maid had a
swell hunch about us, she did.

Some shirts and things
of yours that were here,

she wrapped up in a
nice little bundle.

Well, she gets the
gate it, the big suite.

I don't believe in this.

I don't believe in any of it.

Go and get them, will you?

Fetch, Thomas.

There's quite a neat,
tidy little bundle,

but if it stays
around here, well, I

don't quite see myself crying
into an old shirt, do you?

I've work to do, my
son, a great deal of it.

No?

Won't fetch?

Then kindly permit me to.

And you will say goodbye to me.

You've said it so many
times so brightly.

Say it this time sadly.

You will, won't you?

We'll make it an
unmarriage ceremony,

keep everything quite regular.

You must take my hand in
yours, one splendid gesture,

and murmur goodbye, my Daisy.

Thanks very much.

A charming association.

And may we never,
never meet again,

so long as we two shall live.

Here's the wash bag.

Now do as Daisy says and-- and--

[car horn beeping]

There you are.

Thank you.

My dear, I'm congealed.

I can't say I envy you and your
husband the trip into town.

It's not my idea.

Well, why do you do it, Cee?

It's so grim.

CECILIA: Tom wants to.

Such loyalty.

It's her first showing, and
he thinks for some reason

we should be there.

Who is she, anyway?

An artist.

Sage, her name is.

Tom says she's good.

Oh, well.

I suppose publishers
have to hobnob

with all sorts of queer people.

We see few people of
any description anymore.

Yes.

Don't tell me about the
hermit life you live.

I think the least you could do
would be to come to my Sunday

breakfast now and then.

Oh, tomorrow's will be such fun.

Do see.

Perhaps we shall.

Well, not if you go in tonight.

Perhaps we shall
not go in tonight.

Mm-hmm.

So that's the way it is.

TOM: Well, well, well.

Ah, with us again.

TOM: We you again, yes.

Cee, don't you think we'd better
be getting under way, dear?

Oh, we've got hours.

I read the new book you
published last week, Tom.

Oh, yes?

What-- what do you think of it?

Superlative, my dear.

I was simply ravaged.

Well, that-- that's
something, isn't it?

Isn't he beyond words?

You're the world's funniest man.

You couldn't
possibly be funnier.

Ah, you don't know me.

Oh, yes, I do.

Don't you adore it, Cee?

The book, I mean.

I like it very much.

In fact, I'm afraid it was
I who made Tom take it.

And I'm afraid I still
think it the worst trite

the Bantam ever published.

But my dear, everyone's
simply devouring it.

Well, there-- there will be
a lot of sickness this winter.

You're so foolish
about it, Tom.

He'll make enough
on that one book

to bring out 10 he
really cares for.

Yes, I suppose that's
the way it works.

Oh, uh, father called today.

What did he want?

He wants us to dine with him on
Wednesday and spend the night.

Oh, come on, darling.

Get us out of it, won't you?

-Again?
-Hmm.

-How can I?
-I don't know.

Tell him I'm up to my eyes
in work or anything else

he won't believe.

Tell him the old
car is frozen stiff.

Oh, well, I could easily
send you in an enclosed car.

Sammy and I might even join you.

Oh, thank you.

We-- we cannot accept
your sacrifice.

Really, he's extraordinary.

He defeats me.

Well, I guess I better be
barging along, as they say.

I, uh, I'm sure it's getting
colder by the minute.

Yeah, it's almost
cold enough to-- you

know, I-- I think we best bring
the brass monkeys in tonight,

don't you?

The, uh-- goodnight, Cee.

Goodnight, Grace.

Must you really?

Well, uh, yes.

I'm afraid I must.

Oh, now, don't forget.

You're coming to my
Sunday breakfast tomorrow.

We're having the
most amusing people.

Of course, that's just
what Sunday breakfast needs,

isn't it, Cee?

Mind you that the coffee
must be very hot as well.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I think that--

Good evening.

My dear, that desperate butler
must embarrass you to death.

Not much longer.

Tom's promised to
fire him tonight if he

isn't completely insensible.

[whistling]

Good evening, Red.

Evening.

Hey, yeah, you better
get to bed, hadn't you?

Just where I'm headed.

Yeah, just a moment, Red.

Now all right.

Bring a couple of bottles
of beer, will you?

Right.

What did you say to Regan?

Regan?

He never drinks on duty.

Why shouldn't he have
the right to get slightly

mellow on his one day out?

Slightly mellow?

He can hardly stand.

When I said good evening to
him, he didn't even answer.

Maybe he couldn't speak.

All he did was to bow like
this with a foolish grin,

so low he nearly fell over.

Well, you know, it's--
it's pretty hard to gauge

a bow under those conditions.

Tom, I think it's
selfish of us to keep him.

Selfish?

Well, we're certainly depriving
him of any chance he ever had

to make anything of himself.

Hang it, Cee.

He broke his hand.

He'll never fight again.

I don't mean fighting.

Well, these-- these
are hard times.

I don't know what
else there is for him.

I'll leave it you.

Do as you like about him.

And you know, I feel
somehow-- I feel somehow

that Red's good luck for me.

He's-- I don't know.

We understand each other.

I'm awfully fond of him.

You must be, to ruin whatever
chance in life he might have.

I wouldn't do that to Red.

You know I wouldn't.

You're doing it, though.

What possibly could be
more degrading to a man

than housework?

I don't know.

I wouldn't like to
tell you, darling.

Of course, you know, you're
making a regular Simon

Legree out of me.

Where's my whip?

No, it's just that in your
delightful, casual way,

you've never thought
of his side of it.

I wouldn't do that to
Red, I really wouldn't.

Ring for him, Ce.

Not me.

I've nothing to do with it.

[buzzer]

Do you have to change,
or are you ready?

It seemed to me you were
unnecessarily rude to Grace.

I have to change.

Now we've got to go to her
breakfast in the morning.

Honestly, Ce, all my life
I've been trying to get

away from her kind of people.

Takes all kinds
to make a world.

Yes, and then
what have you got?

Come on, darling.

You go get dressed, yes?

I suppose you feel we
must go into town tonight.

Of course.

Why?

An exhibit lasts
several days, doesn't it?

Yes.

But I-- I want to
be there tonight.

Tonight's the opening.

Besides, they'll all
be there tonight.

Have you seen any of
your old friends lately?

No.

Why not, dearest?

Oh, and the girl, Daisy, the
one who's exhibiting tonight,

have you seen her?

No.

Why not?

I thought you felt
her friendship

was important to you.

She won't see me.

Won't see you?

No.

Come on, Ce.

Be a good girl.

You go up and get dressed.

Oh, dear.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Dear, what is it?

Just this blasted headache.

I've had it all day.

Oh, what a shame.

The cold air will fix that up.

It was that that gave it to me.

Honestly, Tom, I don't
think I can face it.

What?

Why not send her a wire?

Best wishes-- that's
enough, isn't it?

No no no, that wouldn't do.

I'm sure she'd be every bit
as glad to have a telegram.

Ce, darling, listen.

Daisy's been working
for years for this.

A telegram wouldn't do at all.

I've simply got to be there.

There's no particular
reason why you should go.

I can go alone.

I'll come.

Listen, dear, you-- hm?

Put them down there,
Red, will you?

What?

Tell him now.

All right.

And wait a minute.

What's the rush?

Stick around.

Certainly.

Listen Ce, if you feel
tired, you go to bed.

No, I'll come.

Well, drag up a chair, Red.

One more's about all I need.

You know, this morning, if
all the bad heads in the world

were put together
in a row, my head

would have got up and
sneered at the rest of them.

Well, here's how.

How.

That's the stuff.

That builds you up, eh?

Yo.

Oh.

Say, have you seen this one?

Shouldn't think so, no.

Tell me where to stop,
and remember the card.

-Right.
-Got it?

I got it.

Where is it?

It's gone all right.

Feel in your pocket.

Not this time.

No?

No.

Is that it?

Marvelous.

I paid $5 for that trick.

I'll let it go for 2.98.

Sorry, not interested.

Red, was it cold in town today?

I don't envy those guys
selling apples on the corners.

Oh, not much of
a job, that, eh?

Women's work.

Mm-hmm.

Pretty tough times
all right, eh?

Say, look here, Tom.

What?

If I-- nothing.

If you're ever hard up,
though, you know where to come.

That goes both ways.

Red, I might just as
well tell you right off.

What?

Nothing.

Say, how's your
father these days?

Oh, never better, thanks.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Red, do you ever think
about your future?

I guess where I go,
it'll be plenty hot.

I mean--

Oh, you mean here.

That's a funny thing,
because listen,

Tom, maybe-- I'll let it go.

No.

But what?

Filler up, will you?

Not much of a future
in buttling, eh, Red?

Oh, well--

You know, I'm certainly
grateful to you

for all you've done.

Oh, be still, will you?

I am, though.

That's fine from you.

I'll never forget when I
was-- and you-- well-- well,

I'll never forget it.

Put it there, old boy.

You're the top, boy.

I don't know what you'll
think of me when I--

When you what?

When I-- well--
well, what would

you say, for instance, if
I-- nope, it's no good.

You're not in any
trouble, are you?

Trouble?

Me?

What trouble?

Well then, look here, Regan--

Well, chief--

[chuckling]

Tom Collier for president,
the people's choice.

Now listen to me--

Wait, wait, Tom, I
just gotta tell you.

Don't hold it against me,
but I'm-- I'm quitting you.

I've took another job.

You've what?

Oh, I know what you'll say.

Holy cats, Red.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

She don't like my ways.

I mean the missus.
I get on her nerves.

Yeah.

Last week, Moe Winters told
me he wanted to open a country

gym, and would I run it with
him, on the order of Muldoons,

but with a little bar attached.

And heaven help me,
I give him my word.

I see.

Well, what's there
in it for you, Red?

Oh, don't put it that way, Tom.

I really want to know.

$200 a month, and a
smell at the gate, if any.

That's all right.

It sounds like a good deal.

Let it go.
I'll phone him.

No no no.

No.

When do you start?

He wanted me last Wednesday.

I've been trying all week to get
up the nerve to tell you, but--

Well, how long will
it take you to pack?

Well, that's my hat
trunk and my shoe

trunk and the trunk for my
fancy dress ball clothes--

Listen, you leave by noon
tomorrow, you understand?

Not a minute later.

OK, chief.

I'm sorry you had
to take it that way.

Oh, don't be a fool.

I'm overjoyed for you.

Fact? -Absolutely.

Here's to the new job.

Take it from me,
boy, you're the goods.

Well, you've got your
points too, you know.

Anyhow.

Anyhow.

Well--

You'll explain to the missus?

Yes, of course.

Tell her I'm sorry,
hope no inconvenience.

Yes, I'll explain, Red.

So long, Tom.

Goodbye, Red.

So long, Tom.

Goodbye, Red.

I'll give you a
ring how it goes.

Yes.

Yes, you do that.

That's right.

Keep your bib clean.

I will, old boy.

Good luck, Tom.

Tom.

Oh, hello.

Ready?

Not quite.

Did you tell him?

You know, I'll--
I'll miss that guy.

I'll miss having him around.

Oh, I know, darling.

But it's for the
best, I'm sure of it.

I feel somehow that my
luck's going with him.

I'm your luck, darling.

Ce, you feel good.

Do I, dear?

You haven't any clothes on.

Go along now, dress.

Dress quickly.

We've got to run.

Come and help me.

No.

You'd better not.

Ce.

Do you remember this negligee?

I came across it in
the bottom drawer,

the spine simply melted.

-Quebec?
-Yes.

Ce, come here.

You'll make us late.

What of it?

We're late already.

We'll miss it.

Well, what if we do?

Oh, darling.

You're the limit.

10 minutes ago, you said--

Tom.

What, dear?

You go in alone.

I've decided to stay here.

You've what?

Yes, it's too cold.

I'm going to tuck myself
in my warm bed and read.

Goodnight, lover.

I'll miss you.

Look here, I'll stay.

No, no.

Goodnight, darling.

You'd better take
your heavy coat.

And keep warm.

Hello?

I want to send a telegram.

I would have an
exhibition, wouldn't I?

Well, if I'm to
believe the critics,

I ought to be
painting sign boards.

There are no judges of one's
work but one's self, Daisy.

[buzzer]

I wonder who that is.

I'll answer.

Hello, Franc.

Hello, Tom.

Is Daisy in?

Yes.

Hello.

I think I'll run along, Daisy.

No, don't go, Franc.

Yes, I must go.

Goodbye, Tom.

Well, speak to me,
somebody, will you?

Am I a leper?

What would you like me to say?

Oh.

Take off your coat, Collier,
and stay a while, won't you?

Thanks.

I think I will.

Well, it was nice of
you to ask me over.

Yes, but I didn't, you see.

Well, it was nice anyway.

Whatever made you think
I wanted to see you?

Nothing.

Except that I wanted to see you.

How's-- how's it coming?

How's what coming?

I mean the job.

Job?

Oh, the job.

Oh, I gave that up last winter.

A trifle, shall we
say, quixotic of me.

Shall we?

How's Joe's book doing?

Haven't you seen him?

No.

Joe's book is doing
fine, thank you.

Of course, it can't compare with
the magnificent volumes being

brought out by your Bantam
Press-- "Indian Summer"

and "Young Ecstasy."

Ouch.

Oh, what on earth made
you take those things on?

Oh, I don't know.

Money.

Ah, but Daisy, I've reformed.

You wait till you see
the Bantam's new list.

I'm waiting.

Well, I hear Franc's a hit.

She is.

I, uh, saw your
exhibition today.

Oh, did you really?

Funny I missed you.

What'd you think of it?

Well--

Oh, tell me.

Daisy, I don't think you
were ready to show yet.

How were the notices?

Appalling.

I suppose their
reasons were all wrong.

Yes, of course they were.

What were yours?

Well, you've been
painting less than a year.

Yes.

And yet you had about
30 canvases to show.

32.

An awful lot, Daisy.

Then you didn't
like any of them.

Oh, yes.

One I loved particularly.

That one with the milk bottles
on the doorstep, you know?

I'd like to buy that one.

That's number seven.

Sorry, not for sale.

Oh.

Of course your
drawings are marvelous.

Only what?

Well, it depends on
what you want to be.

I thought it was a painter.

So did I. Goya's
drawing was pretty good.

He painted rather well
too, I always thought.

In the first year, I doubt it.

Well, I wasn't aware that it
took a definite length of time.

And living in cities
all your life, you know.

Oh, I suppose I should
hie me to some sylvan dell.

I don't think it
would hurt a bit.

Well, if you could show
me a purer cobalt blue than

the winter sky
over the East River

any afternoon at 4 o'clock--

Of course now you're
just being bull-headed.

Bull-headed?

Me?

Me, bull-headed?

Well?

Well, what more, teacher?

All I've said
and all I'm saying

is that you can't expect the
first crack out of the box--

You've got to work, Daisy.

Work?

Now he's telling me to work.

Great heaven, what
have I done else but?

But differently,
with such pains.

You're turning out too
much, and you know it.

Maybe.

Maybe anything's too much.

Oh, darling.

No, don't soften on me.

Stay tough.

Well, I do believe that's it.

I think that's the
whole story, still

hung over from the old job.

Pressure, pressure all the time.

Still rushing countless sketches
through against a magazine's

deadline.

Anyhow, against some deadline.

Daisy, darling.

Who but you, Tom?

Who but you and strangers,
honest with me ever?

Daisy, have you
missed me, Daisy?

You?

Well, I'll tell you about that.

You see, it's this way.

I--

Much?

Skunk.

Skunk.

Oh, and I you.

A lot of nonsense.

This is ridiculous.

We need each other, we two do.

You think?

Most terribly.

I'm convinced of it.

There never were such
friends as you and me.

You know, it's wicked to give
that up, to lose anything

so precious for no good reason.

Why you, of all people, for
a shabby, lowdown question

of convention fit only to be
considered by shabby lowdown--

Oh, well, now, wait a minute.

Please.

100 times I'd have
given my eyes to see you,

just to talk to you.

Well, here I am.

Daisy, may I come and see
you, just now and then?

If you like, just now and then.

My sweet dear, thanks.

But no sweet dear.

That belongs to another life,
years and years and years ago.

I see.

There are to be
rules, are there?

One or two.

One very definite one.

What?

Never secrets.

Never hidden.

Why should a
friendship be hidden?

What's there to hide?

Well, it does
get misunderstood.

It can't.

It won't, or the
whole world's rotten.

It's been pretty ripe
for a long time, Tommy.

Tommy.

Oh, darling, how grand this is!

Kiss the boy, Daisy.

No.

You've got to go.

Why?

Will it take long?

There.

Oh, magnificent.

All as before.

Yes.

Except for one thing.

What?

We're not in love anymore.

Now run.

Oh, listen, how
about lunch tomorrow?

Lunch?

Yeah.

The old place?

-Oh, I'd love it.
-1 o'clock.

Fine.

At this diner, John Donovan.

Yes, he's opened a new
place on 48th Street.

-All right.
-Yes?

And then let's see,
Wednesday is the next day.

I said I'd drive out
and see Pat Atkins.

He's been sick again.
-Oh, poor dear.

I didn't know.
-He's better now.

Come with me, Daisy.

Oh, Wednesday?

If it's a fine day, we'll
take a picnic, what do you say?

Oh, you--

And listen, Thursday-- Thursday
I'm at the press all day,

but Friday--

Oh, now wait a
minute, you said--

Now, I'll bring Hal Foster
in about 4 o'clock on Friday.

Will you be here?

Oh, I suppose so.

Goodbye then, darling.

Till tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

What about this afternoon?

Well--

Yes, how about a cocktail
at Gene's place, 5 o'clock?

Oh-- oh, all right.

All right.

Goodbye, then.

Bye.

Sweet dear.

5 o'clock.

10 minutes to 5:00.

Franc.

Franc?

[buzzing]

Franc!

Daisy, what is it?

You frightened me.

Franc, I'm scared.

Come here.

But Daisy, wait--

Oh, Franc, don't
ask any questions.

I need your help.

I know you can hold
your tongue, Franc.

Well, what is not
my business, I--

It's Tom.
I'm going away.

A long way away.

I love him, Franc.

I love him more than I ever did.

But think, Daisy.
Wait.

Are you wise?

I'm going alone.

Yes, that is wise.

And nobody's to know
where I've gone, either.

No, of course not.

No mess, Franc.

It's to avoid one I'm going.

But compose yourself, Daisy.
Be calm.

Oh, I can't.

Does he love you?

I don't know.

I don't think he knows.

Oh, Franc, he's so slim
and brown and sandy.

Now snap out of it, Daisy.

And he'll always be like that.

I know he will,
even when he's old.

That funny way he stands,
sort of stiff, with his feet

turned out.

What they call duck-footed, eh?

No, certainly not.

It's a perfectly
natural way to stand.

Of course.

A fine, strong way to stand.

Yes, I know.

But don't forget
your watercolors.

Huh?

Oh.

Franc?

Maybe if I wait.

Maybe I'd better see him
once more and explain--

Daisy, if you want to go
at all, you must go tonight.

Yes, I guess you're right.

Come along.

Come.
-Yes-- I'm here.

Help me.

And look.

Yes?

You know that painting of the
doorstep, the one with the milk

bottles, number seven?

Yeah, [inaudible].

Well, will you wrap it up
and take it to him for me

with my love?

Take it?

Oh, yes.

Yes, you're having cocktails
with him at Gene's in one hour.

At 5 o'clock.

5 o'clock?

10 minutes to 5:00.

And Franc?

Yes, darling?

When you see him,
kiss him for me.

What?

Kiss him for me.

Kiss him for me.

[sobbing]

Daisy.

[knocking]

Hello!

Hiya.

How do you do?

Glad to see you.

Grab yourself a chair.

I'll tell the
missus you're here.

You're too kind.

Ain't seen you
since I've been back.

No.

Been back a month.

Gee, it's swell.

I daresay.

Yeah.

Will you have some tea, father?

No thank you, my dear.

No thank you.

By the way, his
birthday's on the 23rd.

I think it will be well to
have it as a surprise party,

have all his old friends,
give him a chance

to realize he's outgrown them.

And I hope you may be able
to persuade him to move

into town with me this winter.

It must be uncomfortable
for you out here.

Father, I'd so love
being in town with you,

but you know how Tom feels.

I'm very contented here.

--Mm, there's something
besides contentment.

Of course.

[glass shattering]

How did that-- that
desperado Regan get back here?

Oh, Tom ran into him somewhere.

Seems the new job
didn't pan out.

Regan was ill, so Tom asked
if he might bring him back.

I said he might.

Well, why not just give him
something, anything to get

rid of him?

Don't worry about it, father.

I'll work it out somehow.

I have the greatest
confidence in you, my dear.

Thank you.

Well, I-- I guess I must
be getting back to town.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Operator, long distance.

I want to get the number of
Miss Daisy Sage in New York.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

Just a minute.

Connecticut, calling you.

This is Miss Sage.

Oh, yes, Miss Sage.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Mrs. Thomas Collier.

Mrs. Thomas Collier?

I'm so sorry we haven't met.

Oh, isn't it a shame?

All of Tom's friends hereabouts
so regretted not knowing you.

I called to tell
you, his father

and I are getting a surprise
party for him here on the 23rd.

You'll possibly remember
it's his birthday.

Why, no, I--

We'd so love having
you, and Miss Schmidt

and Mr. Fisk for the party.

And if possible,
spend the night.

The 23rd?

Oh, now, isn't that too bad?

Oh I'm terribly sorry,
but I just couldn't

possibly make it on the 23rd.

Oh, I'm frightfully
disappointed.

We must try again sometime soon.

Yes.

Goodbye.

Now, what was that?

What?

Mrs. Thomas-- Thomas,
mind you-- Collier,

wants to know if I won't
surprise her, surprise

Tom, on his birthday and
spend the night with him

in the country.

She's going to ask
you and Franc too.

And what did you say?

Well, you heard me, didn't you?

Look, Daisy, ever since
your trip to Nova Scotia,

you've made Tom feel as
you don't want to see him.

And so he's cut himself off
from-- well, from all of us.

He's only trying to do
what he thinks you wish.

Well, I don't
propose-- Mrs. Thomas

Collier invited me down
there for some very

good reason of her own.

Well, don't take it out on Tom.

I think it'd do
him a lot of good.

He needs it.

He needs us.

Well, if he's so weak--

Oh, he isn't.

Just bewildered.

If he could get back,
just now and then,

with the right people,
it might help him get

a decent point of view again.

Oh, Joe, I love that
boy, with all my heart.

Then don't go.

I would like to find out
if something I think is true

is true.

I certainly would.

May I look up the number
for you, Miss Sage?

Oh, thank you so
much, Mr. Fisk.

I think that by making
a tremendous effort,

I may be able to recall it.

Long distance, please.

Brandy, ma'am?

How about some backgammon?

Oh, fine.

Brilliant.

Hi, Red.
No thanks.

Yes, thanks.

The boss has got you
reading his new book.

Uh-huh.

Forget it.

Join the party.

You might get some laughs.

Oh, it's a nice party.

Not like we used
to have, though.

Sh, sh.

I don't know
hardly anybody here.

Don't you, Red?

Aw, Red, why don't you
get Tom to introduce you?

[chuckling]

Of course, I know very
little about music,

but I know what I like.

That's for the boss.

Oh, sorry.

We are so anxious to hear
you play, Ms. Schmidt.

I-- I'm sure you're
better than the radio.

But I didn't bring my cello.

Oh, what a pity.

Perhaps we could get one.

She's used to her own fiddle.

Yes, but is there any differe--
yes, I suppose their is.

Yeah.

Look what baby brought you.

Well, he is quaint.

Indeed.

He devastates me.

[bell ringing]

ANNOUNCER [ON RADIO]:
[inaudible] back in the heels.

[inaudible] right
to left [inaudible].

Morgan comes off the ropes,
fighting like a tiger.

Morgan's right eye is closed
and so is his [inaudible].

Turn that off.

But it's a swell fight, Tom.

I know, but turn it off.

ANNOUNCER [ON
RADIO]: [inaudible].

Listen you're a
pretty good actor.

Try and act like a
butler, will you?

[COCKNEY ACCENT] Right, sir.

I know's me place, sir.

Don't lay it on, Meadows.

Oh no, sir.

Say.

Mm-hmm?

How does it feel
to be 32, baby?

Uh, sir?

I'm bearing up.

Brandy, sir?

Thank you, sir.

No, thanks.

Try it.

I did.

The results were
very satisfactory.

No, thank you.

Get out.

Get out.

Very good, sir.

Oh, Joe.

Hm?

This is awful tripe.

What?

This-- rotten egg about to
be laid by the Bantam Press.

Yeah, I know.

But it'll make money.

That all he ever
thinks about nowadays?

Apparently so.

I have an idea he thinks
he's doing me a favor,

publishing my book.

Oh, he doesn't.

He couldn't.

Well, he kind of gave
us the works at dinner.

Well, I imagine
he rather gathered

we didn't approve of him.

We don't.

Gotta do something
about it, Joe.

Yeah, but--

He kind of hinted that he might
hook up with those pirates,

Williamson, Warren.

Oh, no.

Yes.

Why do you suppose she
asked us out here anyway?

Just to prove we don't belong?

Oh, she isn't a bad sort.

You know, I had quite a
long talk with her tonight.

She seems like a very
nice, attractive woman.

So did Delilah.

Yeah, so did De--

Ah, Miss Sage.

We were wondering
where you were.

Hello there, Mr. Fisk.

I suppose you've made
a good plot tonight.

A plot?

Did I make any plots tonight?

Any-- oh, no.

Not so far as I know.

Well, I mean for
your new novel.

Oh.
Oh, yes.

Oh, I know you writer men.

I bet you're going to use
us all for characters.

Oh, that's a very good idea.

Thanks.
-Come on.

Everyone's playing games
in the dining room.

Oh, I'm still
reading this thing.

Isn't it too divine?

I think it's going
to be a sensation.

I'm practically a
collaborator, aren't I, Tom?

Yes, Grace is my
reaction agent.

She submits to tests.

I love to.

Yeah, she's my
little guinea pig.

Uh, would you like to go and
play backgammon, Mr. Fisk?

Oh, yes.

I'd love to.

Well, how are you
getting on with the book?

Look, is this on the Bantams
do list you told me to wait for?

Don't you like it?

Well, it seems
awfully-- bright.

Bright things seem to sell.

Yes.

Look at those great
publishers, Williamson, Warren.

They sell millions of
copies in drugstores.

What difference does it
make where they sell them?

None.

Except if you want to keep
your integrity, you-- well,

you can't go in for mass
production, can you?

I mean, you can't just
become a-- a little cog

in the big machinery.

Can you?

Well, don't lets
argue about that.

Oh, why not?

-Daisy, listen, I--
-Never mind.

Never mind.

I just shouldn't have
said anything at all

until I've read it through.

That book will make money.

Money?

Is that so awfully important?

I haven't got any,
but you know, I

feel-- I feel quite all right.

Well, you're not a married man.

No.

No, I suppose that
does make a difference.

Daisy, please read
the thing through

and give me your opinion.

I-- I'm not quite sure about it.

You will, won't you?

Oh, yes, Tom.

And-- and just bear
in mind that-- well,

you can't please everybody.

Why did she come?

Who?

That woman.

Oh, I thought you asked her.

First she said
she couldn't, then

she telephoned back she would.

Well!

Well, I'm not the least
bit jealous anymore.

In fact, I'm
inclined to like her.

That's big of you, Ce.

I suppose that Joe
is one of hers too.

How do you mean?

Sweet innocent.

No, how's that?

I should think
you'd know by now

that she was just a
promiscuous little-- oh, well.

You're a strange girl, Ce.

And a pretty cruel one too.

Not at all.

In fact, I don't
see why Tom and she

shouldn't be just
as good friends

as-- well, as you and I are.

Their history is
a little different.

Why?

Don't you like our history?

What there is of it.

A trifle uneventful,
don't you think?

Or should we simply call
it lacking in excitement?

You've been so strange lately.

So remote.

I wasn't aware of it.

Refusing to help us sell Tom's
press to Williamson, Warren.

But Tom-- Tom doesn't
want to be helped.

I do.

Good heavens, darling,
I've told you a dozen times,

I'm counsel for them.

So they do exactly
as you tell them.

Hang it all, Ce.

Tom doesn't want
to sell the Bantam.

Tom doesn't know what he wants.

Just one little word from you.

Well, you know, there's a
thing called legal ethics.

There's a thing
called friendship.

Oh, and lacking in
excitement, you said.

For you?

For you, I meant.

And I suppose you're
the judge of that, too?

Well, I don't know who else.

And of course, you
couldn't possibly be wrong.

Could I?

And I'm not a human
being at all, of course.

Ce.

Ce!

You will do this one
thing for me, just

one word to Williamson, Warren?

Oh and--

Yes.

You darling.

Oh, Miss Sage.

Owen and I have been
discussing something

that might interest you.

He's promised to
use his influence

to have Williamson, Warren
take over the Bantam Press.

Isn't that splendid?

Did Tom-- well,
is it all settled?

Owen's arranged it.

You see, he's their lawyer.

Isn't that nice of him?

Well, if there's any credit
due, I'm sure it's Cecelia's.

Oh, yes.

I'm sure it is.

Will you excuse me?

I was just looking for
Miss Schmidt Franc?

Joe?

Come here.

Look, do you mind
going in tonight?

But why, Daisy?

We were supposed
to spend the night.

Yes, I know we
were, but I've just

got to get out of this house.

Oh, but Daisy--

No, we are going.

Get your things together.

OK.

OK, geez.

Just when the
party's getting good.

Ah, ah.

So sorry, Mrs. Collier.

It just can't be helped.

Are you ready, Joe?

Yes.

Goodbye.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye, Tom.

Goodbye.

I must say, your leaving
seems very strange

when we've so loved having you.

-You were very kind to us.
-Goodbye, Tom.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs. Collier.

Goodbye.

Come again when you
can really stay.

Thank you.

I'll see about the car.

Well.

All so solemn.

Sorry you don't like my friends.

Your--

They are, however.

Sorry you don't like
the book I'm publishing.

Tom, I pity you
with all my heart.

Pity me?

What are you talking about?

I came to find out,
and I found out.

Now I'm going.

Found out what?

Pity me why?

Do you mind?

Daisy, I--

Give us a kiss, Daisy.

Hey, Daisy.

Hurry up or we'll
miss the train.

Come on, here's your coat.

Get in it.

You must give us a
ring sometime, Tom.

Right.

I'll wait for you outside.

Goodbye, Tom.

Once I wouldn't
say it, would I?

Once you wouldn't.

Well, goodbye.

This time you do.

Goodbye.

Well, goodnight, my dear.

Had a lovely time.

Bless you.

Goodnight, Tom.

Goodnight, Father.

Goodbye, Father.

[car driving away]

Well?

Oh, yes.

Why you declined
to spend the winter

in town with your father is--

Is what?

You must simply wish
to be disagreeable.

That isn't true.

Oh, come on, Ce.

Now, let's forget this.

As if that were so easy.

And I suppose you'll
refuse to sell the press,

even if Williamson,
Warren are willing to pay

twice what it's worth.

I don't-- I don't know.

Can't we talk about
something else tonight?

I'm afraid not.

[lock clicking]

[door opening]

Oh, hello, Ce.

You're frightfully
late, darling.

I stopped at the Bantam.

What made you do that, silly?

I-- I don't know.

I just wanted to think.

Tried to clear my mind
of the vision of millions

and millions of cheap books.

Williamson's recital of the
glories of the machine age.

So I stopped at the press.

Everything went all
right, didn't it?

Oh, yes.

Perfect.

In fact, it's settled.

Not already.

Yes, they've signed.

All I have to do now is dig
out a notary in the village

and write my name under theirs.

Oh, Tom.

Are you pleased?

Aren't you?

I don't know.

I-- I think something's
happened to my nervous system.

I-- I feel awfully light.

Of course.

You're famished, darling.

Come and eat.

Would you like to eat
in my sitting room?

All right.

I'll call Regan.

Ce?

Yes, dear.

I think it's time we
had a child or two, Ce.

We'll talk about that.

We must.

It's all ready, Tom.

I thought it would be
so cozy, us dining here.

What's the matter?

Funny.

You know, lighted this way,
it reminds me of someplace.

What place?

I don't know.

Champagne, is it?

I thought you'd feel
like celebrating.

Well, well.

A little wine won't hurt you.

The little more
and how much it is.

Fill them, Mr. Regan.

Infinite riches
in a little room.

You've got the quotes badly.

Little lamb, who made thee?

Regan, dost thou
know who made thee?

What is it it reminds me of?

And a little more, old son.

The discreet withdrawal.

I've seen that before too.

I know!

The Florentine.

A private room at
the Florentine.

What's that?

It's a sort of hotel, run by
a woman called Flora Conover.

Sounds wicked.

Yeah, it used to be the
best place in London.

Place?

What sort of place?

20 guineas.

20 guineas?

On the mantelpiece.

What are you talking about?

In advance at that.

Rather expensive, wasn't it?

Well, one went to
Flora's to celebrate.

And the food was good,
the waiter discreet,

the wine excellent.

The lady most artful.

I don't care to hear
about it, thank you.

Ce, your eyes are so bright.

Eat, you.

You're seeing things.

Ce?

Yes, dear?

You know, a little
love is no love.

Meaning what, precisely?

It wasn't necessary
to lock your door

against me last night.

But I didn't.

I mean, not against--

Then why?

Tell me instantly why it was.

Is that an order?

Tell me.

You mean, why I didn't
want you near me?

Yes.

You've been so consistently
disagreeable, that's all.

About what?

Wanting Regan back?

That's one thing.

What else, then?

Your father, chiefly.

Ah.

What are you going to do
about your birthday check, Tom?

What?

Oh, that.

Well, I-- I don't know
whether to send it back

or just not to cash it.

Of course, you simply
can't allow yourself to show

any graciousness toward him.

No.

As a way of telling you
how pleased with you he is,

he gives you a small
check, and you have the

extraordinary bad taste-- what?

Good heavens!

I can't believe it.

There it is.

There isn't that much
money in the world!

In Father's world, there is.

He feels he can afford it to get
us to come and live with him.

Of course, I can't
understand your attitude

about that, either.

Can't you see?

No.

He knows how inconvenient
it is here in the winter.

And having that great
huge lovely house in town,

it's perfectly sweet and
natural of him to ask us.

Well, to ask--

Yes, you, to preside
night after night

at his deadly dinners.

Me, to listen eternally to his
Delphic advice on what to do

and how to live-- to
give up what little

integrity I have left.

In short, to allow
him to own us.

Of course he's willing to pay.

He always is.

How you can be so hard
about him, I don't know.

My way of thinking,
if a person--

Oh, let's drop it, Ce.

Very well.

We shall.

Now you've gone from me again.

Lot you care.

Oh, Ce, my lovely
Ce, where are you?

What's become of you?

The thing you call
your integrity.

That's the word.

I see it's no use talking.

This is what you call being
disagreeable, I suppose.

Yes, very.

But how to be otherwise, when--

Possibly by being the
fine, kind, generous man

you ought to be.

Accept the check with thanks,
and go and live with him.

It's only for a few months.

I think to refuse his present
would be extremely bad

manners, just about in
the class with those

of your little ex-sweetheart.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I-- I didn't mean--

Never mind.

Ce.

Suppose I should do as
you say about Father.

Oh, Tom.

Do be the darling
I know you are.

Would you like me better?

Much.

How much?

Oh, very much.

No locked doors anymore?

Not one ever.

Sounds most inviting.

Does it?

And suddenly I'm beginning to
see with an awful clearness.

What?

How stupid you've been,
and what I am to you?

Yes.

So you are going
to be nice again?

You'll see.

Oh, I want so to feel, I
don't know, together again,

as we used to be.

You're very pretty, you know.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Very exciting too.

I don't know whether that's
you or the wine speaking.

Oh, me.

Through the wine.

Shall we have a little more?

I think so.

It's a party, then.

It's a party.

We'll have another small bottle.

There's some here.

Sometimes you're
so thrilling, Tom.

You think.

We shouldn't.

You know we shouldn't.

But we seem to be.

All at once, I feel
terribly naughty somehow.

You know, I suppose you're
one of the most-- the

prettiest girls I've ever seen.

So nice of you to think so, sir.

So very attractive.

I like to be attractive.

So very alluring.

There.

That's enough.

You're a strange woman.

Your lips drop honey comb.

Your mouth is smoother than oil.

Now what are you quoting?

[knocking]

Ah, the discreet
waiter returns.

Come in.

Give the lady some, waiter.

You can leave the
bottle on the table.

That'll be all.

To the pleasant ways of life.

Such pleasant ways.

It's good, isn't it?

So good.

I'm beginning to
feel it a little.

Well, that's what it's for, eh?

It must be.

Champagne, the
friend of lovers.

No.

Not yet.

Artful child.

You think?

Lovely, alluring thing.

I like you too now.

It's pleasant here, isn't it?

So pleasant.

You're not taking any.

No.

It makes me see
almost too clearly.

Take a little more,
and everything will

get so-- so lovely and vague.

And the way I feel now.

A good feeling, is it?

Delicious.

Oh, Tom.

One last toast.

Do we dare?

Come on.

But to what?

What to?

You name it.

To love.

And darling?

Yes?

You are going to be an angel
about things, aren't you?

You'll see.

I knew you would.

I'm so happy.

I want you close to me.

Don't be long.

[knocking]

Come in.

See here, Red, I--

Never mind.

All I mean is, well, I'm
out for good this time.

Why?

I just don't like
it here, that's all.

When do you want to go?

As soon as I can.

Tonight, then.

That's all right with me.

I'm packed.

Wait downstairs.

Oh, Red?

Have you got a fountain pen?

Thanks.

Don't let me forget
to return it.

On the mantelpiece.

Oh, here you are, Red.

Thanks.

Well, goodbye.

Go and get in the car.

I can walk to the
train all right.

Bring my hat and coat.

Will you bring my
hat and coat, please?

What's the idea?

Light, please.

Now, then--

I can walk, I tell you.

Not at all.

We'll drive in.

We will?

I'm going back to my wife, Red.

To your--

My wife, I said.

[music playing]