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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.