All language subtitles for I Met Him in Paris 1937-subrip

Yes?

Kay, I... The way you're
whistling and everything...

I mean, I wish you didn't
seem so anxious to leave.

You do? Why
shouldn't I be anxious?

Well, because Paris is quite
a place. I mean, for a girl.

And you know
how things are sometimes,

and especially
if you're anxious.

I'm anxious, all right. I've
waited five years for this trip,

saving, doing without
all the things I've wanted.

Berk, all my life
I've been proper,

eating right, sleeping
right, living right,

avoiding everything in the
world I really wanted to do.

And now comes Paris.

Now comes Paris, and you're
telling me not to be anxious.

Oh, I didn't mean it
that way, Kay. I trust you.

Even in Paris, I trust you.

But why should you?

I'm going to Paris
as a one-woman rebellion

against everything that's
sweet and conventional.

It wouldn't surprise me in
the least if I disgraced myself.

Uh-huh.

Myself and all my ancestors.

Now, you don't mean those things,
Kay. You're all excited and upset.

I'm upset, too.

It's just the thought that we're not
going to see each other for a while.

Kay, I want to
ask you something.

This is a funny place
to ask you.

It's a funny time, too, but...

Is it about Paris?

No, about us.

Oh.

I wish you wouldn't
say "Oh" that way.

You're talking about
marriage again, aren't you?

I guess so. Yes.

Now, Berk,
don't misunderstand me.

You come from a good family, and
you're doing very well in business,

and you'd make a fine husband.

But right now,
I'm going to Paris, so, oh.

All ashore that's...
Kay, if you only knew how much...

That's the
last call. You'd better get ashore.

Goodbye, Berk. Goodbye.

Thanks for the flowers,
and I'll remember to write,

and I know you want me
to have a nice time.

This isn't the kind
of goodbye I'd hoped for.

We didn't say much of anything.

Well, yes, we
did. You told me you trusted me,

and it's nice going away
knowing that you trust me.

But I don't.
I mean, I do...

I know, but you'd better hurry.

Well, Kay,
when you get back, I...

Of course. I like you,
Berk, and I'll think about it.

Well, thanks.
Goodbye.

Kay, I...
Goodbye.

I was just thinking... That's
fine, but we're leaving any minute.

But I was just thinking. When I
was in here with you, I couldn't think.

But outside there,
I was just thinking

that if, while you're in Paris,

you keep remembering
that I'm thinking of you,

if you just remember that... All
right, all right, all right, but hurry.

Well, goodbye.
Goodbye.

Kay, I...
I said goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, listen, you...

I just saw two men
come out of here.

Oh, you did? And I
thought I'd better tell you,

all ashore that's going ashore.

Thank you.
But make sure of it.

Any mail?

No.

Do you speak English?

You have the ask to
wish for me you pleasure?

What?

You have the ask to
wish for me you pleasure?

I have the ask to wish
for you me pleasure?

Yes. I am the waiter
speaking who American.

Okay-dokay?

Right. Okay-dokay.

One martini, please.

Up she come.

Say...

Where did you learn English?

Japanese houseboy from
America. He me 25 francs pay.

That's cheap, considering
what he's done for you.

Okay-dokay.
Okay-dokay.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks, but it's not mine.

Say, wait a minute.

Go on, get away.
I'm busy.

Psst.

I...

I hope he was annoying you.

I'd feel awfully silly if he
turned out to be your uncle.

So would I. I've
never seen him before.

Would you rather I'd leave?

Well, this isn't exactly the...

You have the ask to
wish for also martini?

What?

That's Colonel Double-talk,
the fancy English speaker.

He wants to know if you have
the ask to wish for a martini also.

Oh. May 1?

Okay-dokay.

Okay-dokay.

My name is Gene Anders.

Thanks for letting me stay.

I'm Kay Denham.

To tell the truth, I don't know
exactly how I happened to let you.

Well, maybe we can
help each other.

Perhaps I can
speak French for you

and you can
translate that waiter.

Are you new in Paris?

Three days.

What do you think?

Oh, it's hard to say.

I've waited for this trip
so long and now I'm here,

and I don't quite
know what to do with...

I suppose you're getting
the idea that I'm lonesome.

Oh, no, not at all.

Yes, you are, but I'm not.
No, not in the slightest.

How long are you here for?

Three weeks.

I'm on leave of absence from a
department store in New York.

Department store?

Yes, I'm a fashion designer.
Should I be ashamed?

Oh, I was wondering
how you'd fitted...

Miss Denham,

I'd rather not present George
Potter, the so-called playwright.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Well?

Mr. Potter's the fine
old Southern gentleman

who guzzled his cocktail while
the Frenchman annoyed you.

I thought the Frenchman
might be the lesser of two evils.

You have the ask to wish for...

Okay-dokay.

Mr. Anders, you're a
welcome guest in my apartment

during your short,
I hope, stay in Paris,

but that doesn't mean you can
stand there in all your brazen insolence

and put on my best tie.

Is it?

Will you take it off or
shall I knock your block off?

Speaking of personal property,

who found Miss Denham first?

You did.

Who horns in on every
date I have with her? I do.

What does that make you?

That makes me
her personal protector.

She's in a city where she's
apt to meet the wrong man.

Meaning me.

Suit yourself.

My motives toward Miss
Denham are none but the highest.

A cheap speech, and poorly read.

And while we're on the subject,

how are your middle-aged
motives tonight?

I resent that.

Oh, goody-goody.

Just like the characters
in your cheesy plays,

you throw back your head
and resent things.

Won't you sit down,
Mr. Potter?

I'm afraid I deserved that.
I'm sorry, Gene.

To hear you talk, you'd think
I was the world's original heel.

I said I'm sorry. I know you're
my friend, my trusted friend.

I know, too,
that your intentions

toward Miss Denham are
nothing but honorable.

All right, then, if
that's the way you feel,

I'm sorry about
razzing your plays.

Ah, forget about the plays. I'm
talking about you and Miss Denham,

and I apologize sincerely

for casting the least shadow of
doubt on your motives toward her.

Thanks, George.
Not at all.

You know, Gene, I envy you.

Why? You believed what
I just said. I wish I could.

That was the
dirtiest crack of all.

I know it.
Again, I apologize.

I'd like to speak to
Miss Kay Denham, please.

Whom shall I announce, monsieur?

Mr. Gene Anders.

Hello? Kay, this is
Gene. We're in the lobby.

All right.
I'll be right down.

Good.

That was 417, wasn't it?

Yes, monsieur.

She wants us to come up.

Come up?
Yeah.

Oh, I have to get
some cigarettes.

I'll meet you in the hall.
The room's 617.

I have cigarettes.

I want to get my own.

Six.

Six.

Down?

Hello.
Kay, you look lovely.

Thanks. Where's George?

Oh, he's waiting for
a phone call from New York.

Phone call?
Yes, business.

Perhaps he'll join us later.

Well, why so fast?
Are we walking fast?

I guess I always walk fast.
I guess I can't help it.

Now, wait. That's a habit
we'll start breaking right now.

I beg your pardon, is Miss...

And that's about it. Four
novels, the last two, failures.

So I came over here
to get a new slant on things.

Are you getting it?

I wasn't, until you arrived.

And now you're going to spoil
everything by heading back in two weeks.

You'll survive.

Anyway, you'll be going
back soon yourself, won't you?

I love you, Kay.

What?

I said I love you.

Oh.

That's nice.

What do you think?

I think you're lying.

Why do you say that?

I told you honestly
and simply that I love you.

Mmm-hmm.

And you said it as though you
were telling me my slip showed.

Listen. In two weeks,
you're going away.

In two weeks,
I have to live a lifetime.

I have to work fast.
I love you.

Well, what am I supposed
to say? That I love you, too?

Will you?

But I don't.

Maybe I do, but I'm not
used to things going so fast.

You're new to me.

Oh, you're getting
me all bothered.

I wish that you loved me,

because if you did, we could
go away somewhere together.

Away?
Switzerland, maybe.

Skis, sleighs,
ice skates, red cheeks.

We could have all of that,
and each other, too.

We could not.

Why?

What do you think I am?

A fraidy cat.
But you're still the one.

I wish that you'd believe me.

How could anyone believe you?
Your voice isn't even shaky.

You might just as well
be reading a weather report.

Well, it would have
been fun in Switzerland.

When you're really in love
and go away together,

saying the things you like and
doing the things you like, that's living.

I suppose you've done it before.

Never.

I didn't know it, but I've
been waiting for you.

And I'll keep on waiting.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

Have I offended you?

I don't know.

I guess so.

Maybe not.

I wish I could say that
I'm sorry, but I'm not.

I meant every word that I said.

Shall we dance?

Yes, that's it.
Let's dance.

No, thank you.

No matter what happens,
I'll always have that dance.

I'll have to admit it was grand.

Hello there. So you
finally got your phone call?

Phone call? Oh, yes. Yes,
I finally got my phone call.

Did you have much
trouble finding us?

I completely forgot to
tell you where we were.

It wasn't difficult. I would
have been here sooner,

except that I stopped off
to see some friends of mine

on the sixth floor of Miss
Denham's hotel. Charming people.

Shall we dance?

Why, surely.

I didn't know you waltzed. In
fact, I didn't know you danced.

Oh, I have cups at home.

Lovely music, isn't it?

Lovely.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I had better tell
you, I've never won any cups.

In fact, this is the
first time I've ever tried.

Oh, you're doing very well.

Shall we sit this one out?

If you'd rather.

Did I do that?

What? Oh, no. No, I was
limping when I came in.

What's happened to... I mean,
I suppose he'll be back soon.

I suppose he will.

Gene didn't seem any too pleased
to see me. I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, of course not.

George, you're a very good
friend of Gene's, aren't you?

Yes, in a way.

What do you mean by that?

I mean yes.

Well, I want to
ask you about him.

But first,
I'll tell you something.

I'm asking you because, for
some reason, I feel I can trust you.

Well, that's one
of my weaknesses.

I like you, George.

I've known you
such a short time,

I'm surprised at
how much I like you.

That's another of my weaknesses.

I'll probably develop into
an old friend of the family.

What do you want
to know about Gene?

Oh, I'm concerned, probably
more than I should be,

but he talks so well, and
I'm a very good listener...

I'd like to know
if he's sincere.

You mean he's told
you that he loves you.

I didn't say that.

Do you mind if I figure
things out for myself?

Apparently you're going to.

Well, it's obvious that
Gene's professed his love,

and that you love him.

And now, like all women,

you want some mystic power
to guarantee everything.

It so happens that
I'm no mystic power.

He's asked me to go to
Switzerland with him.

And what'd you say?
I said no.

That's right. I wouldn't let
him go with you, anyway.

Why not?

I like you both too well.

You're taking a lot for granted.

I'm sorry.

I suppose you think
it would be impossible

for two people to
go away together

and have a perfectly
innocent good time.

Well, frankly, in this
instance, I know it's impossible.

I think you're a little too
wise for your own good.

Frankly, again, I...

I know it.

I've almost
a notion to go to Switzerland

just to prove to you how
little you know about women.

Wouldn't that be something?
Frolicking in the snow

for the eminent Professor Potter

to pull up his
microscope and watch.

Could you take it,
Mr. Potter,

or are you afraid we'd
make a monkey out of you?

I've told you what would happen.

If you want to go to Switzerland
to prove I'm right, go ahead.

You must have
been a positive kid.

I was just thinking
the same thing about you.

Well, did you win another cup?

Not quite.

We were just talking
about Switzerland.

I was telling George
how much I'd like to go.

You mean you'd really go?

Why not?

What's wrong about
going to Switzerland?

It's a good, clean, country,
full of good, clean fun.

Yes, of course, that's right.
Kay, I knew you'd see it my way.

This is going to be the grandest
vacation you've ever had.

Yes, I'm beginning to be
enthused about it, myself.

What do you mean
you're enthused?

You'll need a chaperon,
of course.

You can't go to Switzerland
without a chaperon.

Oh, yes, we can.

Ask Miss Denham.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe
she'd rather I stay here.

Oh, of course,
I want you to go along.

But why?

Do you want to
go to Switzerland?

Didn't I ask you?

All right. Are we going,
the three of us?

Well, is that the only way
we can go, the three of us?

That's it.

Well, then, that's it.

George, old pal, you ought
to take your typewriter along.

It'll be quiet. You can get a lot
of work done, especially at night.

Can't we all?

Mr. Potter, I think I'm
going to learn to love you.

What are you standing
out there for?

I wasn't standing. I just came
from my compartment to see you.

Well, it'll have to wait.
I'm busy.

Oh, no, you're not.
This comes first.

Well, what's on
your middle-class mind?

Simply this.

I annoyed Kay into
taking this trip,

and you're out for no
good. Now, wait a minute.

If you think
I have any intentions...

Wait a minute yourself, kiddy.

This is too obvious a setup for me
not to know what I'm talking about.

Now, Kay is a normal
young woman, you're fairly so,

and you're more than casually
interested in each other.

To make things tougher,
you're instinctively

heading for a romantic setting

in which to continue
your beautiful friendship.

Well, listen to the playwright.

Each one claims that
nothing's going to happen.

Oh, no. No, you're above and
beyond the sordid physical life.

You're interested only in furthering
a delightful spiritual companionship.

Hmm.

Horse feathers.

Yes, Mr. Anders,
horse feathers.

And before things get too
serious between you two,

I'm going to break it up.

Yeah?

Well, that's very
kind of you, Mr. Potter.

Yeah.
I can break it up, you know.

But you wouldn't, would you?

Unless you decide to do
something about it yourself.

But not yet. Don't you
understand? I can't do anything now.

Why not?
She'd leave me.

She'd go right back to Paris.

That's right.
That's what she should do.

Oh, but, George, you're not
being fair to me. Give me time.

Let me fix things up after we've
been in Switzerland for a little while.

I'll find the right time.

Yeah.

Can't you see? I'm
really in love with the girl.

Maybe you are
and maybe you're not.

Either way, somebody
has to set Kay straight.

All right, be a heel then.
Tell her anything you want.

Dash right back
to Paris with her

and start your
own little campaign.

Naturally, that's why
you're spoiling my chances,

so you can get to first base.

You couldn't any other way.

Don't be silly.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you'll agree
to behave yourself

and see that we're all together

so we can have the right kind of a
good time, I'll keep my mouth shut.

Sure, that's what we'll do.
That's swell of you, George.

Yeah, but the moment
you double-cross me,

the moment I find you're out
trying to make a name for yourself

when I am not around, I'll step
right in and tell Kay you're married.

Oh, you can't do that.
Oh, yes, I can, cutie-pie.

Now, wait, George. Listen.
Now, don't get excited.

After all, you're my friend.

Oh, no, I'm not.

I'm a nasty man.

Hello.
Hello.

What's the matter?

I thought I heard somebody.

Oh.

You're reading a book.

Yes.

Well, what's on your mind?

I was just talking to George.

He's enough to
upset a freight train.

What was he talking
about, us? Yes.

And about why we're
on this trip, I suppose?

Yes.

What does he want to do, spend
all his time trying to spoil everything?

Can't a man and a woman
go to Switzerland

just for the pure fun
of a vacation?

Not the way he figures.

He ought to have his nose
yanked through a keyhole.

That would make me very happy.

Let's go and see him. We'll
have a showdown right now.

Oh, no, don't do that.
I mean...

Well, what we should
try to do is

to keep away from him
as much as possible

while we are in Switzerland.
Ignore him.

That's right.

Not too obviously,
but ignore him.

Don't worry.

That's great.
I'm glad you see it that way.

Because if we can
keep to ourselves,

we'll have a much
better time than...

I know what you mean.

Even if we are there
just for the fun...

No matter what...
Exactly.

Even if we are there just
for the sports and things,

it's possible, don't you think,

for two people to
admire each other mentally

and to have a kind of a
platonic affection for each other?

That's natural, isn't it?

I don't see why not.

Well, that's the way
I feel about you.

That's the way...
Certainly.

Yes?

Who is it?
George.

Come in.

Hello.
Hello, George.

I was just reading this book
to Kay. It's very well done.

I haven't read that.
What's it about?

About?

It's a Civil War story
with nothing unusual.

No, I don't think you'd like it.

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

The Reconstruction period has
been pretty well worked over lately,

and this attacks...

What's the idea?

Lip rouge. I was wondering
why you looked so pretty.

Why, that's not lip
rouge. Of course it isn't.

Maybe he ate something.

Well, what do you think, Gene?

Nothing. I...

Haven't you any thoughts
on anything in particular?

Haven't you noticed
it's getting colder?

I thought it was warmer.

What do you think,
Mr. Potter?

What do you think we think
about what you think?

Or are you sitting in a draft?

Kay, I have something
to tell you.

Look!
What? What was it?

I don't know.
It went by so quickly.

It looked like
sort of a building.

Isn't that interesting?

Was there a light in the window,
or had they all gone to bed?

What is this, a game?

No, indeed.

I just thought it was
time I told you that...

That he forgot to wire
the hotel for reservations.

He doesn't know whether we'll
even be able to get in or not.

That's it, isn't it, George?

Never mind, Gene. I know
what he wants to tell me.

Just because Gene kissed me,

you've decided that what
you said in Paris is true.

You know that everything is going
to happen just as you predicted

and you feel very wise
and superior, don't you?

Well, good for you,
and good night.

Good night.

Well, we made him swallow
those words in a hurry.

We sure did.

Perhaps you do not like my song.

Oh, no, the song is fine.

We'd love to join you,

but our grandmother is
having one of her off days.

You mean the man
with the bitter face.

Oh, oh.

Happy?

I could be.

I know exactly what you mean.

I take it I've just
won a popularity contest.

Don't misunderstand, old man. We're
glad you came along, aren't we, Kay?

I'm weak from ecstasy.

Got a match?

Skip it. Skip it.

What do you think?

It looks perfect.

Well, here we are.

Oh, let's go in
and have a good cry.

Why we have to bring along
a wet blanket like that

and spoil a perfectly
good vacation...

I didn't want him...

As far as I'm concerned...

Welcome, my friends.
I trust your stay in Switzerland

shall be very happy.

Do you have a reservation?

We shall do everything
in our power

to make your stay
a pleasant one.

I say, do you have
a reservation?

Have you finished?

Then, yes,
we have a reservation.

The names are Miss Denham,
Mr. Anders and Mr. Potter.

I thought you said
George forgot to wire.

Well, that's what I thought.
I mean, well, did you, George?

I made the reservation.

One double room and one
single. Will that be right?

I say, one double
and one single?

You'll have to ask them.
I'm using the single.

How would you like a slap
across that smug face of yours?

I'm sorry.
No, you're not.

Three singles.

Well, we're a little crowded.

Would you gentlemen mind
sharing a double?

I say, we're a little crowded.

Three singles.

Yes, sir. If that's
the way you feel, sir.

That's the way I feel.

That's the way we all feel.

Gene? George?

Listen. I don't think
this is such a smart idea,

all of us deliberately spoiling
our own chance for a good time.

Some of us may have a
pretty low opinion of the others,

and the others may resent it,

but we're in Switzerland
for a vacation and...

Well, let's have it.
What do you say?

Kay, if you think I have anything
but the highest regard for you...

Sure, I don't see why
we can't enjoy ourselves.

I'm just as anxious to have
a good time as anybody.

Well, now, we're talking.
I'll change my clothes.

We'll all meet downstairs...

If we skip lunch,
maybe we'll get...

Sure.

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Whoa!

- Hold on!
- Whoa!

Whoa there!

Look!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Well, we made it.

My, oh, my, that I should
live to see this.

Where's Gene?
I don't know. Gene.

Gene!

Hey, Gene.
Hey.

How'd I get over here?

Are you all right?

Yeah, except I'm minus a
couple of square feet of skin.

I think I swallowed my scarf.

Well, what's next on the
program? Let's get going.

Sorry, I have a friend
coming up. Maybe later.

I'll wait inside.
Will you call me

- when you're through?
- Surely.

This puts me right back
in a walk-up apartment.

Does seem sort
of silly, doesn't it,

to come all the way up
here just to go back?

Hi, John.
Hello, Gene.

Kay Denham, George Potter,
this is John Hanley, Lake Placid.

How do you do?
How do you do?

When can we go down,
John? Right after this team.

Why don't you go over on the
balcony and get an idea of the run?

After all, it's up to you
on those brakes.

Oh, you know me,
old brakeman deluxe.

Let's go over and watch so
you'll know what it's all about.

All right. Maybe it'd be
just as well if we didn't know.

Oh.

All right, start.

Thanks, Emile. Let's go.

That's a little different than
hanging on behind a milk wagon.

I wonder who originated this.

Probably some fellow who
had to get no place in a hurry.

Hurry? They're not
even moving yet.

Huh?

This is going to be fun.

Yeah. It looks like a
pleasant form of suicide.

What happened?

They used their brakes to
keep from flying out of the run.

Oh.

And you're our brakeman.

Uh-huh.

Puny?

Could be better.

Nice people.

Oh, Gene, you'd better come
along. We're about ready.

Coming.

Oh, dear.

All clear below. Start.

Thanks.

Just hang on to those thongs
and lean when we lean.

And remember, I'm back
here to take care of everything.

That's a lovely thought.

Gene, old pal, those brakes,
don't forget, will you?

I haven't missed yet.

Let's go, Gene.
Right.

Wait a minute.

Wait. Wait.

What's happened? Doesn't
he know anything yet? Tell me.

Talk sense.
What are you saying?

I said be calm!

Brakes.

Brakes.

Brakes. Remember?

Aren't they down yet?
It's been hours.

Brakes!
Brake!

Brake.

Hey. Hey, he's gone.

Hey. She's gone!

Quick! Tell the signal man
before she gets killed.

Hey! Hey!

Tell them to hold the next bob.
There's a woman on the run.

But I just signaled
"All clear."

Hurry! Phone!

What is it?
Tell me, what's happened?

There is a woman on the run.

Who is it?
The woman on your bob.

Well, do something.
Can't you do something?

Well, I said be calm!

All right, what, what?

It is too late.
The bob is coming down.

Help, somebody!

Kay! Kay! Are you...

Look out!
There's a sled coming!

Don't worry,
I'll take care of you.

Kay? Everything's
going to be all right.

Scotch. We have
brandy. Brandy is better.

That's fine. I'll have
Scotch. I'll take a brandy.

Oh, thank you, sir.

No. No, I guess
I'll have Scotch.

Thank you, sir.

I'll just have the bar.

Thank you, madam.

Yes, yes.
Say...

Miss Denham isn't in her room.

Yes, yes. I know that.

Miss Denham went out
with Mr. Potter. I know that.

Where'd they go?

I don't know, sir.

Well, why didn't you ask?

I beg your pardon, sir.

It is not my duty nor my custom

to pry into the guests'
every move.

I beg your pardon.

All right then, let the
hotel get a bad name.

See if I care.

Don't you feel different here?

As though you could live
at least 100 years.

I'd like to say yes, but after
all, I'm the fellow who fainted.

So did I.

Besides, I have an uncle who can
lift the front end of an automobile,

but he screams
when he sees a mouse.

Thanks for mentioning him.

You know, sometimes
you're almost human.

And then again you
get that certain look,

as though you know everybody's
weaknesses and you're laughing at them.

Especially when
you see me with Gene.

You get so superior that I could
hit you over the head with a club.

You misunderstand me.

That so-called superior look, for
instance, when I see you with Gene...

That's plain,
old-fashioned jealousy.

Jealousy?

Mmm-hmm.

I love you.

Are you surprised?

That was the last
thing in the world

I ever expected
to hear from you.

Well, don't let it bother you,

'cause I've loved other women
and nothing's ever happened.

And don't feel sorry for me,

because I also love beautiful
pictures and good books

and they don't love me.

I'm quite comfortably
resigned to being what I am.

That's about the most casual
confession I've ever heard.

It must be a new fad.

You're certainly
not bothered, are you?

Well, it's a shame, too.

Perhaps I'd get a woman
sometime if I weren't so placid.

I might even get you.

Gene loves you,
but he'll never marry you.

And I would.

There's that look again.

What makes you think
Gene won't marry me?

Not that I'm concerned,
what makes you so sure?

Well... I know, that's all.

Has he told you?

No.

You just know, that's all?

Yes.

Thanks.

I suppose I should be flattered
that you've told me you love me,

a man of your great knowledge
and importance. And I'm very grateful.

But would it be
asking too much of you

to keep your opinions
to yourself in the future,

because I'm not interested in
anything more you could possibly say.

Hello.
Hello.

Don't worry. You're safe.

Oh, listen to old know-it-all.

What's the matter?
What happened?

Nothing. I'm just getting
tired of our chaperon, that's all.

Maybe if we stopped, he'll go back
to the hotel and finish his knitting.

Do what you like. Your chaperon
won't bother you anymore,

and he hopes
you'll be very happy.

We will be, if that's a promise.

What did he say to you?
Why are you so upset?

I'm not upset.

He just gets on my nerves.

Well, then,
why did you go out with him?

So I could tell him
what I thought of him.

Did you?
I did.

I hope it was bad.

Terrible.

Good.

Kay?
What?

I can't talk in the daytime. I
keep seeing the tip of my nose.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Me, too.

Why don't you get mad and
knock some of that ego out of him?

I've offered to, but he
won't promise not to hit back.

Well, we decided once
to ignore him. Let's do it.

I'm ready. In fact,
I'm downright anxious.

I'll bet we could
skate like that.

Not at the rate
we've been learning.

Don't worry. We'll be surprising
ourselves in a day or two.

It almost came back to me
yesterday, then I fell on my ear.

I wonder what's
happened to our chaperon.

He's sulking in his room.

You mind if I tell you
again that I love you?

Go right ahead.

Will you believe it?

No, but I'll like it.

I love you, Kay.
Believe me, I love you.

I could swear you meant that.

Oh, but this is Switzerland,

I shouldn't be here, and you
talk too fast to mean anything.

I lied at first, I'll admit it.

And I did it because you're
so darn nice to look at.

And I didn't want to lose you
before I got to know you.

That's not wrong, is it?

Not the way you tell it.

And now I know you,
and now I love you.

Can't you tell the difference?

I'm trying to.

It's as plain as day to me.

Listen to my voice, it's getting
higher like a schoolboy's.

Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

A little.

Feel my forehead.

Even out here in the cold I have
a fever. Does that mean anything?

Maybe you're sick.

My hands and feet, they're
getting bigger every second.

My collar's too tight, I've got
a golf ball stuck in my neck.

Kay, you have to believe me.

I guess I'd better go back
to my room. I'll take you.

Oh, it's all right.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Good evening.

Well...
Good night!

I thought you were gonna
mind your own business.

I am. Isn't it a perfect
night for... For skating?

How about a cigarette?

I suppose the next
time I'm with Kay,

you'll pop out of
a wardrobe trunk.

Hmm?

Oh, give me a light.

You're pretty again.

My, what a night.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I suppose you're wondering
why I'm skating with you?

Not at all. You don't like
me, but you like skating.

That's not even close. I want
to talk to you about last night.

I suppose you feel
wiser than ever now.

You're wrong again.

My conclusions have
been quite pleasant.

Really? What are they?

Well, first, I've decided that
you're really in love with Gene.

Is that true?

Yes.

Second, that you're old
enough to live your own life.

And third,
that any man who attempts

to mind anybody else's business

is completely insane.

With those conclusions
happily reached

and with my duties
as chaperon abandoned,

I'm suddenly beginning
to appreciate Switzerland.

So you're no longer
our chaperon?

No.

I'm as free as
the clouds in the sky

and I haven't a harsh
thought for anyone.

That leaves me in a fine
spot. I came out here to argue.

On a morning like this?

That's better.

Had your breakfast?
Uh-uh.

All I ever have is
fruit juice and coffee.

Well, that suits me.
Waiter!

Orange juice and coffee for two.

Say.

I hate to admit it,
but you're not bad.

Thanks.

Kay?

Kay?

Kay!

George! Hey, George!

Hello? Hello!
Get me the clerk.

Yes?

Say, where are
Miss Denham and Mr. Potter?

Speak softly, please.
What is it?

Say, where are
Miss Denham and Mr. Potter?

I told you, sir,
it is not my duty

to spy upon the comings
and goings of our guests,

no matter what.
I asked you a question.

Have you seen
Miss Denham and Mr. Potter?

All right, sir.
If that's the way you feel.

They are on the ice.

If that's the way
you feel... What?

A fine trick.

Good morning.

Hello, Gene.

I said, "A fine trick!"

All right, we'll wait.

Gene. You're doing
much better.

Do you know what I had? What?

Breakfast for two.

You must have been hungry.

I wasn't talking to you.
Breakfast for two in my room.

Oh, I'm sorry, Gene. George
and I have already eaten.

I haven't had a bite.

The breakfast is still
up there, cold and stale.

Oh, that's a shame. But look
how I've improved my skating.

See? All you need
is a good partner.

George has taught me threes and
edges and figure eights and things.

I know, you follow
behind and watch, huh?

Come on, George let's show him.

That's right.

Come on.

Say, how much longer
is this gonna last?

Aren't you proud of her?
Watch.

Watch, my eye, I've been
watching for three hours.

What's the matter?

I supposed you've forgotten
we had a skiing date.

No, I haven't. I'm
ready any time you are.

All right, I'm ready now.

You wanna come along, George?

If he tags along,
I'll wring his neck.

Can't you see you're not wanted?

I haven't said a word.

You'd better humor him.
I'll see you tonight.

All right.
Come along.

Say, this ought to be
a thrill going down.

Yeah.

Listen, ever since
we started up here,

you've spoken of everything
but what's actually on your mind.

Now, why don't you break down?

You're annoyed because I
was with George this morning.

No, no.

If you want to go skating with
George, it's perfectly all right.

No reason for me to be upset
about a little thing like...

Kay, after all we said last night,
why did you run off with him?

I didn't run off with him,
you old so-and-so.

All right. But I still
can't understand women.

What do you want me to do,
be with no one else but you?

Yes.

Do you know what it means,
asking me that?

Yes.

Well?

Are you asking?

Well, I don't know.
I mean, I'd like to, but...

Oh, I see.

One minute you're telling
me how much you love me,

and the next minute you're...

What do you want me to do, wait
around until you make up your mind?

Well, I'm sorry.

Kay.

Kay!

Kay!

Go on, you Sunday drivers.

Kay! Kay!

If you ever try a thing
like that again, I'll...

Nine million mountains and
they have to go over my head.

Kay!

Gene Anders. Gene Anders.

How long has your
husband been here?

Oh, at least a week.

Never in my life could I
remember names. Let me see.

Does he tip well?

I imagine so.

Then he's not here.

Oh, yes, he is.

He has to be,
for the surprise party.

Surprise party.

Yes, indeed.

Are you going to the hotel?

Yes, ma'am. Get in.

No, thanks, I'll hook on behind.

How do you do?

How do you do?

All ready?
Yes.

That must be quite a thrill.

Yes.

There's someone back
there, waving. Friend of yours?

No.

Oh.

It's lovely up here,
don't you think?

It all depends.

Have you been here long?

About a week.

I'll bet you've had lots of fun.

Thanks a lot.
You're welcome, ma'am.

Well, just a minute.

How does one go about
getting a bracer up here?

There's a lounge inside,
and a bar right across the rink.

Thanks.
Will you join me there?

Thanks. I'd love to.

Driver, would you please tell
them to take my bags inside,

and have them notify my husband
that I'm at the bar on the rink?

That's right, ma'am.
What is the name again, ma'am?

It's on the bag.
Just remember the bag.

Charming fellow, that driver.

His mind's a perfect snowdrift.

This place does that to you.

You don't seem to
like it much here.

Oh, yes, I do, really.

It's just I'm a little
frostbitten today.

Well, we'll
soon take care of that.

What's the matter, sir?
Don't you like it?

All I use is a stick of
cinnamon, six pieces of clove...

Hot toddy, please.
Madame.

Double Scotch.
Madame?

That's it.
Scotch, double.

This must be quite a country.

Then you mix it all
together, pour it into a pan.

Just let it tickle
the boiling point...

Yes, I know.
That's fine. Thanks a lot.

George!

Now, don't try and tell me
you didn't see me. Come here.

How do you do? I knew you
were here. Where's the menace?

Oh, do you know
Mr. Potter, Miss... Denham.

Yes, I know Mr. Potter.
Well, I'm...

Say!
What's the matter?

I have an idea.

Nearly frightened me
out of six months growth. What is it?

Let's sit at a table, shall we?
Don't you think it'll be better?

Here, let me carry
your drinks for you.

Certainly.

Mine's gone.

Bartender, another drink for Miss
Denham and I'll take the same.

The same?
The same.

There ought to be a law.

Whoa!
What is this?

Double Scotch.

Is that the national drink?

Yes.

What's the matter?
Go down the wrong way?

Yes, the wrong way.
The wrong way!

Kay, dear,
why did you leave me...

Gene, I'd like you to
meet a friend of ours.

How do you do.
I said... Helen?

Yes.

Don't you think it's about time
you recognized your own wife?

Wife?

Apparently, you two
know each other quite well.

Very well, in fact.

You little cutup.

Going around breaking
women's hearts, I suppose.

Sit down. You look so
silly standing there.

What will you
have to drink, dear?

They're taking
two-in-one Scotch.

What'll it be? Same all
around? Don't leave, please.

I'm not the least bit
embarrassed, really.

This sort of thing
happens every day.

Not to me.

I suppose I'm making
a fool of myself,

wondering why you
didn't tell me, or you.

That would be
asking too much, I know.

Well, Mrs. Anders, I'm sorry, but
I'm not modern. I'm not even close.

I've tried to be
and I've been fooled.

I haven't the slightest idea
how to act.

All | know is that
I'm hurt and I'm mad.

If I stay another second,
I'll kill somebody.

Kay, wait, please.

Can't you see she
doesn't want you around?

Let me alone, both of you.

There's nothing for either
of you to apologize about.

You're great fellows
and I've had a lot of fun.

But I don't want
any more of you, understand?

I'm going back to a man who's
slow-witted and doesn't know how to lie.

I've had enough of this.

Gene, dear, after all.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself,
in front of all these people?

What do you want from me?

Did you come all this way just to
spoil the only happiness I ever had?

Dramatic as ever, aren't you?

Here, have a drink because
you're going to need it.

Will I make the train?

If we hurry.

Then why don't you hurry?

I didn't know you wanted to.

Oh, why do you think I'm here?

Why...

Please don't confuse me.

George, I'm free. My
wife's gonna get a divorce.

That's why she came up here.
I'm free.

Where are you going?
Back to Paris.

Where's Kay?
She's up in her room.

I forgot, so long. See you
in Paris. Right. Good luck.

Just
a minute, Mr. Anders.

Mr. Potter,
you know perfectly well

that Miss Denham checked out
five minutes ago.

Why are you
telling Mr. Anders

that she still is in her room?

Why are you telling
him that, Mr. Potter?

That's right, she
did leave, didn't she?

Well, my friend.

Good luck to me?

Good luck to me while
you follow Kay to Paris.

Goodbye, Gene.
Have a nice time.

Yeah?

Order a sleigh for me.

With pleasure, sir.
With pleasure.

Send my bags to Paris.
You have the address.

Your bill, Mr. Anders.
You haven't paid your bill.

Your receipt, Mr. Anders.

Haven't you an ounce
of decency left in you?

Will you please go away
so Kay will talk to me?

She wouldn't talk to you at
the other end of a telephone.

Go on back to
your own compartment.

I'll go over your dead body.

Kay? Please.
Everything is all right now.

Let me come in and talk
to you, just for a minute.

Madame, I did as you say.

They think you are in
the empty compartment.

Thank you. Good night.

Hmm?

She's not back yet?

No, monsieur. I told
you I would let you know.

Oh!
Kay?

Oh, Berk.

Well, aren't you glad to see me?

Of course, I am, but...

My reservation, please.
Miss Denham.

Yes, Miss Denham.

Well?

Well...

Why did you come over?

Well, I cabled and
you didn't answer.

Then I found out you'd gone
on a trip with somebody...

Kay! I've been trying
to tell you. I'm free.

Free?
Yeah.

May I speak to
you a moment, alone?

Yes, free. My wife's getting a
divorce. She's gonna marry an Indian.

An Indian? Yeah. Well,
not the kind you think.

One of those different Indians,
with all the money and no blankets.

Were these men with you
in Switzerland?

Why, yes.

In Switzerland?

Who's that?

Oh, Berk, this is Mr. Potter,
Mr. Anders, Mr. Sutter.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Hey.
How do you do?

Would you send
these gentlemen away,

so that I can talk to you alone?

I can't talk to you now.

I can't talk to anyone.

I'm going upstairs and when
I'm ready, I'll let you come up,

but not now.

Stay where you are.

Say, who do you think
you're grabbing hold of?

You heard him, didn't you?

Well...

Let's have a drink.

All right.
Come on.

I don't know what
you men mean to Kay...

Martinis.

I said, I don't know what
you men mean to Kay,

or how you ever persuaded her
to go on this trip,

but I want you to understand
that she is my fiancée.

And I'll do everything
necessary to protect her honor.

You're a goof.

Come outside and say that.

Oh, sit down.
I said sit down.

You haven't a chance
in the world with Kay.

Why not?

Well, I've seen you
and that's my conclusion.

Sit down.

This must be the clunk she
was talking about in Switzerland.

Yeah, I'm afraid it is.

I'll have to do
some fast talking.

When a woman is upset,
she's liable to marry anything.

That's why I'm here, to keep
her from making that mistake.

What kind of talk is that?

Excuse me, I have to get some
cigarettes. Oh, no, you don't.

Let him go. He's got three
strikes on him already.

Well, he's crazy,
absolutely crazy.

Sure, he is.

Paris is crazy.
You're crazy.

Drink your martini, before I
hit you over the head with it.

So you're going to get a divorce

and you're very happy,
aren't you?

Can't you see?

You don't want
your wife anymore.

You want me now.
Is that right?

Kay, if you only
knew how much I...

Don't worry, I know.

You must love me every bit as
much as you loved your wife before.

Huh?

And you'll be
even more worked up

over the woman that follows me.

And the one that
comes after her...

I'm not like that, Kay.
Believe me.

I know how you are. You're
really quite a fellow, Gene.

Charming, good-looking,
apparently well-to-do,

but you're as irresponsible
as a two-month-old puppy.

And I'm not going to spend
my life worrying about you.

I'm a grown woman.

I want peace and
contentment and security.

I didn't realize that when I
came to Paris, but I do now.

And that's what
I'm going to get.

Now, goodbye, and
thanks for all the nice things.

There were some nice things.

Where's your friend?
Why doesn't he come back?

How should I know?

And he's not my friend.

Well, what is he?

He's my mother.

Goodbye, Kay.
I've had a grand time.

Goodbye.

Where were you?
Talking to Kay.

You said you were
going to get cigarettes.

I did.
I did both.

I do card tricks, too.

Kay wants to see you.

In her room? Why does
she want to see him?

We'll find out.
Give me a cigarette.

But she knows
I'm waiting to see her.

Waiter, double martini.

I said, she knows
I'm waiting to see her.

So what?

What do you mean, so what?

Say, you just took
a cigarette from me.

Would you mind awfully
if we stopped talking?

Come in.

Well, what did you want to say?

I wanted to ask you to marry me.

I thought that was it.

Anyway, you're true to type,
aren't you, George?

And you won't be particularly
upset, will you, when I tell you no?

I can't be, because that's
what I was expecting.

It's a shame, too.

You might be the ideal man
for some woman,

even with your code of ethics,

if you'd only throw away
that awful calm superiority.

As it is, she wouldn't know whether
you're laughing with her or at her.

There's nothing in
your eyes to tell her

whether she could be
happy forever, or for a week.

You're a little too cleverly
done to be true, George.

Well, anyway, thanks for
everything and goodbye.

I suppose I should
enter a plea for myself,

but, apparently,
your mind's already made up.

Of course, it's made up.
And your hair is all combed

and your tie is straight,
and everything in the world

is running along smoothly
in its own little groove.

You're the complete master
of every possible situation,

aren't you, George?

Unfortunately, I'm not.

Shall I send Berk up?

Yes.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

So, you're willing to marry me,

no matter what has happened
in Paris and Switzerland?

Yes.

What do you think has happened?

Why do you have to
ask me that, Kay?

Oh, pardon me.

Berk, both of those men wanted
to marry me, and I refused them.

I refused because each is
lacking in something very important.

One isn't dependable, and
one is too wise to be human.

You haven't either
of those faults.

Do you realize that you
must be the ideal husband?

Well, thanks.

Do you realize what makes
you the ideal husband?

Well, you just told me.

No, that's not it. It's the
fact that you trust me.

Why, even back in New York
you told me you trusted me.

Remember?
Of course.

So, trusting me,

you start checking up on me
when I don't answer a cable.

You come all the way to Paris to
find out if what you suspect is true.

And trusting me even more, you
tell me you're willing to marry me,

no matter what's happened
in Paris and Switzerland.

Oh, get out of here,
you smug little windbag.

Why, Kay... Get
out of here. Go on.

Pardon the intrusion, but I've
decided to enter my plea after all.

And you'd better sit down
because I'm scared and nervous,

and I'm liable to
talk my head off.

Well, if it isn't a human being.

It's rather
humiliating, of course,

to realize that superiority is
just a mild form of stupidity.

It's like reaching for a match

and then discovering you've
left your trousers at home.

But here I am,
disillusioned and happy,

'cause I love you.

And I'm with you, and
I'm going to stay with you,

and to me you're the most
wonderful woman in the world.

That's perfect.

Now, look at this plain,
honest face.

No wise look now, is there?

No.

But it took me
a long time to get it off.

I can't get over this.
I cannot understand it.

All at once
my whole life is ruined.

You haven't given up, have you?

What else can I do?
They're married.

Well, what difference
does that make?

What?

This is just one of those
unfortunate accidents.

The poor girl was swept off
her feet. She made a mistake.

Who am I to leave her at
a time like this? No, indeed.

Now that this has happened,
Kay needs me more than ever.

And when she finds out
what kind of a man George is,

I'll be waiting for her,

and together we'll salvage
what is left of our lives.

Do you really believe all that?

Of course, I do.

You know, sometimes
I wish I was crazy, too.