All language subtitles for The.Girl.in.the.Red.Velvet.Swing.1955.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

♪♪ [Classical]

Well, Ludwig, here's a chance to show
your mettle. Mrs. White's farewell dinner.

Madame is going to Europe?

In 10 days, I'll be dining in your hometown
on the Rhine, Ludwig.

I shall make out a list
of the best restaurants, madame.

- Thank you. But before you do, may I ask a favor?
- Of course, madame.

- You have another guest in the checkroom.
- Tiger?

- I think I have something very
special for him in the kitchen.
- Thank you.

- On your way out, will you take care of that too?
- Of course, sir.

Thank you.

A special request
from Mr. Stanford White.

"My Heart Still Clings
to the Old First Love."

♪♪ [ New Song, Introduction]

♪♪ [Waltz]

♪♪ [Continues]

No candy for Tiger, Mimi.
You'll spoil his appetite.

All right.

Good evening, Mr. Thaw.
Mr. McCaleb. Mr. Donnelly.

- I ordered a table.
- Yes, Mr. Thaw.

May I suggest that
you step into the bar.

It won't be long.
Twenty minutes at the outside.

Twenty minutes? Now.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Thaw. The table
was ordered for 7:30. It is now 9:15.

- Don't tell me what time it is.
- Mr. Thaw, you must understand.
I had to give the table away.

- To whom?
- Mr. White.

Mr. White? Which Mr. White?
They're are many Mr. Whites in New York.

Mr. Stanford White.

But over there,
there will be a table free in about-

- [Glass Shattering]
- Harry.

- ♪♪ [Stops]
- I go to the races, Mr. Stanford White
has the best box...

at the horse show, the best seats.

What is he, the sultan of New York?

- Ah, Harry, you don't want to-
- Oh, stop trying to quiet me.

- [Donnelly] Go on playing.
- Will you excuse me a moment?

♪♪ [Resumes]

Now listen, Herr Ober,
from now on...

see that that table is reserved every night
for Mr. Harry K. Thaw of Pittsburgh...

from 7:30 until midnight.

- Hello, Thaw.
- Good evening.

Oh, you've broken
your glasses, Ludwig.

Something displeases you, Thaw?
What is this all about anyway?

It's just that they gave you
his table, Mr. White.

Yes, they did. Does that circumstance
justify tantrums in Pittsburgh?

What I do happens to be my business.

Of course it is.
So long as it remains your business.

Come on, Harry.
We'll go over to Delmonico's.

What makes you so sure
we'll find a table there?

They may all be reserved
for Mr. Stanford White.

He may be moving over there
to have his coffee.

- I'm terribly sorry, Mr. White.
- It's all right, Ludwig.

I'm afraid I'm not very popular
with Mr. Thaw.

I suspect that he suspects I'm the one
who blackballed him at the club.

- Did you?
- We're a club, not a reformatory.

- Mrs. White.
- Thank you.

- Mr. White.
- Thank you.

Well, Elizabeth, here's to your trip,
your sojourn and your return.

You'll come back blooming.

Remember how bored
we used to be with Baden-Baden?

- Yes.
- Everybody was elderly and arthritic.

Now I'm joining the ranks.

- Poor Stanny.
- What's this poor talk? We're the same age.

No. You're a man of 48.
I'm a woman of 48.

That makes you 20 years younger.

How you throw figures around. You just let me
handle the mathematics in this family.

I love you very much.

And I, alas, am in love with you.

Yes, you've put up with a lot, Bessie.

Well, at least I recognized you
for what you are.

Well, I've conformed pretty much.

I know you have, my darling.

Oh, now don't start waving at people.

This is just you and me tonight.

- [Elizabeth] It's Bobby Collier.
- Oh.

- Good evening, Elizabeth. Hello, Stanny.
- Good evening.

- Hello, Bobby.
- Now this won't be on the stands
until next Tuesday.

But you may as well know tonight
what a famous husband you have.

Read it. Page 14.

"Stanford White: He changed
the face of American cities."

Two full pages.

Washington Arch, Madison Square Garden,
Pennsylvania Station.

Now look here, Collier, if you've left out
the Boston Public Library, I'll sue.

- It's the best thing I ever did.
- It's in there.

Ah, there it is, the beauty bright.

I think I'll tear this out
and send it to our boy.

- Won't you sit with us, Bobby?
- Oh, I wish I could.

- But, uh, I'm with the chairman of the board.
- Oh.

What a divinely pretty girl.

Where does Gibson find his models?

♪ Tell me, pretty maiden ♪

♪ Are there any more
at home like you ♪

♪ For I must love someone really♪

♪ And it might as well be you ♪♪

[Applause]

- [ Man] We'll miss you, Florence.
- [Chattering]

- [Woman] Florence, let us see your ring.
- [Chattering Continues]

I trimmed 10 minutes off the matinee so
you wouldn't miss your train, Mr. Van Ness.

- I'm most indebted to you.
- Well, I got tonight's show to think about.

You know, I'm getting
kind of used to this routine.

Your bride's the fourth member of the sextet
we've lost to Wall Street.

Evvie, you go phone the Sarony Studio
and tell them you can't pose today.

- Your mother's busy.
- Oh, Mama, why do we have to cancel the sitting?

- I could get it done while you fix the costumes.
- You heard me, Evvie.

All right.

They pay her $5.00 for a sitting.

- But believe me, I sit, too,
right next to that camera.
- Here's the costume, Mrs. Nesbit.

Rector 8354, please.

Take your hats off, girls.

Hey, there's a pay phone
in the drugstore down on the corner.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right.
Just, uh, go right ahead.

Thanks.

Hello, Mr. Sarony?
This is Evelyn speaking.

We can't possibly make it today.

Oh, tomorrow will be fine.

How do you want me to do my hair?

As a goosegirl?
Then I'd better come with braids.

Yes, Mr. Sarony,
we'll be there at 9:00 tomorrow.

- All right, that'll do, girls.
- Bye.

- I'll call the agency tomorrow.
- Well, all right.

- Well, thanks again.
- Uh, just a minute.

- Who are you?
- Mrs. Nesbit's daughter.

[Chuckles]
Who's Mrs. Nesbit?

She's fitting the costumes for the lady
who's taking the place of the lady...

who's getting married.

Mmm. I've seen you somewhere.

Ah.

You ever been in the theater?

- We go to plays twice a year.
- No, no, no.

I meant have you ever been on the stage?
On the stage.

No.

- Well, you ever do any singing?
- Oh, yes.

- Where?
- In the choir at our church at Tarentum.

That's on the Allegheny River.

I don't suppose they taught you
any dance steps?

Oh, yes. The week before Christmas,
we always had a cantata.

All right, honey,
now you take your hat off.

[ Hammering, Sawing]

That's the way it is,
and that is the way it stays.

Mr. White, those four urns
have to be added.

The decision is not mine.
I merely represent the Gould family.

Oh, the Gould family.
The Gould family.

They shell out the money to build it,
but I'm the one who's actually building it.

Those gimcracks just spoil
the purity of the line. Hey, there!

Don't unload them! They're going
right back where they came from!

But, Mr. White, they cost $60,000.

And the greatest authority on Italian art
suggested how they should be placed.

They're going back to the Goulds!

Let them set them up
on their tennis court.

I'm sorry you had the trip!

Opposite the gate, stop in at Murphy's,
have a beer, say it's on me!

Thank you, Mr. White.

- There goes a fortune,
shipped all the way from Italy.
- Oh, don't worry, Mr. Finley.

After all, life's too short, and it's only money-
uh, the Gould's money.

[Hammering, Sawing Continues]

- Hello, Gwen.
- Stanny, how lovely to see you.

We just drove out
for a little sunshine and saw this.

- What is it anyway?
- That, my dear, is the Hall of Fame.

And you didn't drive out here just for some
sunshine. You want something from me.

Well, whatever made you say that?

Everybody wants something from me.

All right. Look, Stanny,
you've got to do me a favor.

You, uh-You're building the new office
buildings for Collier's magazine, aren't you?

And you want to meet Bobby Collier.

[Chuckles]
Well, how'd you guess?

I've seen him in the theater, and, uh,
my, he's handsome... for a rich man.

All right, luncheon, Friday, 1:00.
The usual place.

Stanny, you're just a dream.

Mmm!

[Chuckles]
Oh.

That smudge will never do. Sorry.

Of course, Mr. Collier mustn't suspect
that I asked for this.

I'll just drop in Friday
with a girlfriend of mine, huh?

Shall I bring Elsie or Irene?

Her.

♪ Men, men, men♪

♪ We adore all the men ♪

♪ How we love all the men ♪

♪ All the gay run away
to wait for the men ♪

[ Men] ♪ We are cads
through and through ♪

♪ And there's nothing we won't do ♪

♪ For a secret rendezvous
now and then ♪

[Women]
♪ It's so nice to have a man about ♪

♪ We could never do without ♪

♪ Men ♪

♪ Men ♪

♪ Men ♪

♪ Men ♪♪

[Applause]

One second, please.

Pink is for girls
and blue is for boys.

Please, Mr. Thaw. We're just between the acts.
Is there anything I can do for you?

- Just give me time to hand out my presents.
- But, Mr. Thaw, we don't-

- Now this is for you.
- Oh, I didn't realize it was Christmas.

Tomorrow happens to be my birthday.

- Well, congratulations.
- Congratulations.

- Thank you very much.
- Sue.

Thank you, Harry.

- George.
- Thank you, Mr. Thaw.

- Gwen.
- Harry. Thank you.

- I haven't seen you before.
- I've only been here a week.

- Then you should have two.
- Oh.

Two. Wow.

- Bill.
- Thanks, Mr. Thaw.

Everybody, grab for yourselves.

And, please, I, uh, want
the ladies and gentlemen of the cast...

to do me the honor of being my guests
at luncheon tomorrow at Sherry's.

- [All Gasping]
- [Woman] Oh, how nice.

I've ordered Maine lobster,
Belgium truffle, salad.

- Uh, the dressing I'll mix myself.
- [Chuckling]

[Chattering]

Ooh.

Oh.

- What did you-
- What did you get? I don't know. [Gasps]

Isn't it funny, Mama?
And he gave me two.

You don't need to tell me who he is.
He's from Pittsburgh.

My husband was a lawyer there, you know-
29 Diamond Street-

and he knew the Thaw family.

Well, he wasn't exactly their attorney,
but once he lost a lawsuit against them.

Evelyn, you and I are out of
that birthday party of his.

- I'm taking you to meet
some friends of mine tomorrow.
- Meet who?

She doesn't go racketing around,
you know, without my permission.

Mrs. Nesbit, when she goes out with me,
she's not racketing around.

She's breaking right into the upper crust.

Do you ever hear of Mr. Stanford White?

- Well-
- Oh, please, Mama. Please let me go.

- Well, as long as you're there to chaperone her.
- She's there to chaperone me.

Cut the cackle, everybody.
Six minutes to curtain time. Come on. Let's get-

Here you are, driver.

[ Kissing Sounds]

- A toy shop is a funny place to have a luncheon.
- Just you wait, honey.

Why'd you tell Mommy
your friends are so swell?

Well, looks who's talking-
usually eats lunch out of a paper bag.

- Come on.
- [Bell Tingles]

How do you do, Miss Arden?
I read in the paper you're a star now.

Yes. I've got Lillian Russell worried.

[Buzzer Buzzes]

[Door Closes]

Hello, Gwen. What lucky chance
made you ring my doorbell?

Don't you remember, Mr. White?

You said whenever I was in the neighborhood
I must come to luncheon.

- Did I say that?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, now, let's see.
Maybe there are some leftovers.
- [Chuckles]

Well, Bobby, there goes
our business conference.

- A plague of locusts has descended upon us.
- [Chuckles]

Miss Arden, and, Miss, uh-
Miss Springtime in person, this is Mr. Collier.

- I am Stanford White.
- Her name is Evelyn. Evelyn Nes-

Never mind.
No name could be lovely enough.

But, Stanny, I've seen her.

Of course. This is the girl whose picture
I showed you. The Gibson drawing.

- You've never shown me her picture.
- Yes, I did. I-

Oh, no. That's right. I showed it to
your wife the night before she sailed.

Don't tell me this
is the Mr. Collier?

- You know, I have a bone to pick with you.
- You have?

Whenever you sit in that second row seat
in our show, I forget all my lyrics.

[Collier]
I sit there very often.

Come nightfall, my feet
turn of their own accord...

- in the direction of the Casino Theater.
- [Gwen Chuckles]

- That's a lovely dress you have.
- Oh. Well, it's really Gwen's.

- Oh.
- But the purse is mine.

Really? From an admirer?

In a way.

Ah, you sirens of Broadway.

How do you like your caviar, with a soupçon
of lemon or a whisper of onion?

Caviar?

- There's the caviar.
- Oh.

You've never had any?

- Don't tell Gwen.
- Oh, cross my heart.

I'll fix you some the way I like it.

Just a little caviar
and a touch of onion.

Then, you see,
you just put that in your mouth.

Thank you.

Tastes better with champagne.

One glass, Miss Springtime.
Just one.

♪ But they never can forgive ♪

Nice party, Sport.
Nice party.

- What are you gonna have?
- Everything.

Good. Let's-Wait a minute.

That's all, Harry.
They're calling for their host.

- There are two more.
- That's for you and me. Everybody has been served.

No, no. No, there are a couple
that aren't here yet.

- Oh, that Arden flibbertigibbet.
- And one other girl. The new one.

Forget about it.
Come on. Let's eat.

- How about some of this ham here? It looks great.
- Yes. And champagne.

- Mr. Stage Manager.
- Yeah? Yes, Mr. Thaw?

Your cast isn't complete. Two of your artists
don't seem to care for my hospitality.

- Oh, uh-
- "I've got other fish to fry," says Gwen.

"I've got tonier friends than that,"
says Gwen.

Oh, nonsense. They probably had a fitting
or something. They'll be right along.

Tonier friends?
For instance?

Stanford White, for instance.

Uh, say, Harry, the chef just asked for
permission to photograph your birthday cake...

- before they bring it in.
- [Chuckles] They're with Stanford White.

Well, he has to eat too, doesn't he?

Uh, not as good food as
Harry K. Thaw provides, of course.

Ladies and gentlemen,
and bumblestiffs from the Tenderloin...

it's my privilege
to lift my glass to our host.

If this country were a monarchy, he'd be
the prince of Pittsburgh or the duke of Allegheny.

He told me so himself.
Professor!

- ♪♪ [Piano]
- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

♪ Which nobody
can deny♪

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
- What's the matter, Sport?

- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
- I wasn't gonna break 'em.

- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
- Why should I break a couple of plates?

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

♪ Which nobody can deny♪♪

[ Laughing]

- Who goes out next?
- It's Evelyn's turn.

- Oh, but I'm no good at guessing games.
- Oh, come on now. Out you go.

And don't you dare to listen.
[Chuckles]

Up there so you can't hear us.

Higher.

Oh, higher.
[Chuckles]

- I've got just the right one for her to guess.
- Who?

- Sarah Bernhardt.
- Oh, that's too easy.

No, she'd even get that
in four questions.

Uh, I've got it: Buffalo Bill.

Oh, do we have to take
old people with beards?

Why not talk about something
young and lyric and virginal?

- Like who, for instance?
- Well, like, uh-

like Diana, the one on top of
my Madison Square Garden.

- Oh, that's too tough for her.
- Well, let's try it anyway.

All right.
Evelyn, come on now.

- And keep it clean. No suggestive answers.
- [Chuckles] Evelyn?

Young lady, we are ready for you.

- What are you doing up there?
- Keeping out of earshot.

- May I take a look?
- Curiosity killed the cat, young lady.

But go in.

[Stanford]
I built it for a client of mine.

He hated the city,
and he hated fresh air.

So I built him a forest glade.

And there's his moon.

Among the trees he hung a swing-
a garlanded swing...

from a painting by Watteau.

He gave his parties here, picnics.

People sitting on the grass.
A Midsummer Night's Dream.

By the time I sent him
my last bill, he was bankrupt.

So I find myself
stuck with a forest.

- [Chuckles]
- Now look here. Why do you do that?

You can doubt me and laugh at me
and not try to hide it.

- Oh, it's not because of that.
- Then why do you do it?

It's my tooth.
I fell when I was skating and chipped it.

You must be careful not to trip up.

You're much too pretty. And not only
while skating, if you know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

I guess I've kicked and scratched
and bitten more boys...

that tried to get fresh
than anyone in Tarentum.

Well, I'm glad you warned me.
I was thinking of being a little fresh myself.

- Now you're making fun of me.
- Oh, no. Not in the least.

However, since you've
resolved to be a spinster, I-

If you kissed me,
I'd like it very much.

I didn't mean it to be
that sort of a kiss.

I didn't either.

[Gwen]
Evelyn? Stanny?

Coming.

Well-

- Hey, what happened to our party?
- Come on down.

- [Stanford] Be right with you.
- All right.

- It's "Diana."
- What?

That's your question, but don't guess it
too quickly or they'll know I squealed.

- Diana.
- Do you know who she was?

- The goddess of the hunt.
- Then you'd have guessed it anyway.

Probably. She's on the top
of Madison Square Garden.

I know.
I put her there.

You did? No wonder
Gwen says you're important.

- Sweet child, isn't she?
- Very.

Gwen.
Let's use our heads.

- If ever I ask you to bring her here again, don't.
- Why, Stanny-

And tomorrow, take her to a dentist
and get that chipped tooth fixed.

Take her to Hollingshead-he's the best
in town-and send the bill to me.

Put that mirror down and go to sleep.
You got two shows tomorrow.

And don't bother to say good night.
I'm not speaking to you.

Did you want me to run around with
a chipped tooth for the rest of my life?

You told me never to accept jewels
or dresses from a gentleman.

You never said anything about teeth.

I never heard of a man makin' eyes at a girl
and then sending her to a dentist.

Well, he didn't make eyes at me.

I wish he had.

Do you know, Mama,
he's the first great man I ever met.

Well, you met him three times.
That's enough.

No, I only met him once.

Three times:

the first time, the last time
and the never again time.

- He's a married man.
- Let me tell you this. If he weren't married-

- He'd be too old for you.
- [Train Approaching]

Now rub that willful look off your face
and get some sleep.

[Train Passing]

It is an improvement though, isn't it?

- What?
- My tooth.

Don't you think I look prettier?
Really pretty?

Pretty, pretty, pretty.
That's all you ever think about.

It's all the fellas ever talk to you about,
isn't it? How pretty you are.

[Sighs] Well, there's nothin' wrong
with being pretty. It's a gift, all right.

[Sighs]
Let me tell you somethin'.

I've seen more tears run down
the pretty faces than down the plain ones.

[Sewing Machine Continues]

[ Bell Tingles]

What can I do for you?

Oh, uh, how much
is that pinwheel, please?

- Five cents.
- Would you wrap it up, please?

Sure.

- Thank you. And come again.
- Thank you.

- [Buzzer Buzzes]
- [Lock Clicks]

- Yeah?
- Oh, uh, may I see Mr. White, please?

- There's nobody here.
- Oh.

I thought Mr. White
always had luncheon here?

Luncheon? I come in at 11:00 and
the last ones is just leaving for breakfast.

Well, maybe I can write a note.
I came to thank Mr. White for something.

Oh, well, come on up.
We'll see what we can do.

We ought to be able to
locate a pencil somewheres.

- Here, miss.
- Oh, thanks.

- All right, Mrs. Comsky, you can go.
- Oh, all right.

Who asked you to come here?
I dislike unannounced visitors.

- I'm terribly sorry, Mr. White.
- You should be. I'm a busy man.

Oh, kittens, forgive me.

I'm not at my bonny best
this morning.

Let me look at you.

Now I feel better.

All right, what is it?

Just thank you.

Oh.

- Well, I, uh, hoped maybe
you'd come to the theater.
- I haven't had time.

Oh. Well, you used to
come quite often, they say.

Don't look at me like that.

And don't stand there
with that light in your hair.

And will you please go away
and don't come back.

And don't thank me for anything.
And don't telephone.

- You really wanted to see me?
- Yes, Mr. White.

Don't call me Mr. White.

Yes, call me "Mr. White, sir."

And now, good-bye, Miss Nesbit.

I remain yours most sincerely.

You know the truth, of course?

- About what, Mr. White?
- About you and me.

I only know about me.

Somebody's got to have
some sense about this.

And considering the age difference,
it seems I am elected.

You do understand, don't you?

Yes, Mr. White.
I won't come back again.

Good-bye.

Evelyn?

[Whistles Loudly]

- Yes, Mr. Gibson?
- I said a dreamy look, not the depth of despair.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson.

That's better. Now you look
as though you just lost your best friend.

[Hoofbeats Approaching]

[Whip Cracking]

That bounder from Pittsburgh.
Who's he trying to impress now?

[Hoofbeats Approaching]

Well, this is like
Fourth of July at Coney Island.

Thanks, Evelyn.
We'll finish it tomorrow at my studio.

Miss Nesbit.

We seem not to meet.

- I'm Harry K. Thaw.
- Oh, hello, Mr. Thaw.

[Mrs. Nesbit]
Evvie, you going for a dip before you change?

- No, Mama.
- Do you like my pacers?

I bought them at an auction in Surrey.

- The duke of Westminster bid against me.
- Did he?

He's the richest man in England.

I always get what I want.

- [Switch Clicks]
- [ Motor Whirring]

That part of it works all right.

It's fine. It's still the other thing
that's got me. I-

- Good evening, Mr. White.
- Henry.

Here's Mr. White.
He'll know what to do better than anybody.

- Listen, Stanny. Uh, we're
in some trouble about the pie.
- About the pie?

Yes. After we get
the girl in the pie...

- just how do we get the crust over her?
- It's very simple.

You merely have the mechanic
hide under the table with the girl...

then give him ample time to put the crust
over her before you pull the lever.

- Bob. Stanny. We're in trouble.
- Oh?

- We couldn't get blackbirds,
so we have to use canaries.
- [Chirping]

Well, I wouldn't worry
if I were you.

- If the girl is pretty enough,
I don't think they'll notice.
- Well, I don't know.

- Come on. Let's take a look at the girl.
- Oh, yes.

Good evening, Mr. White. I, uh, trust
you have no objection to my being here?

The invitation read:
one member, one guest.

- I'm Mr. Gould's guest.
- Delighted to see you, Thaw.

Well, here she is,
the prettiest featherweight in New York.

You remember the kid, don't you?

- Yes. Yes, of course. Hello, Evelyn.
- Hello, Mr. White.

She has four costumes to choose from
and a hairdresser.

- Aren't you in Florodora anymore?
- I got the night off.

- Why? Better pay?
- Much better.

Oh, she drives
a hard bargain, this one.

We offered her $50.
She settled for $75.

- [Man] Telephone, Mr. Collier.
- Excuse me.

[Door Closes]

Did your mother tell you
to take this job?

My mother's in Pittsburgh.

- You must have been awfully hungry for $75.
- I can use it.

- You should have called me.
- You told me not to call you.

- Then you should have written.
- You told me not to write you.

Who taught you
to light men's cigars?

My father, when I was that high.

And sometimes he'd let me take a puff,
and I never choked once.

Oh,Johnson.

- Yes, Mr. White?
- Call, uh-

Call Plaza 6231.
That's a girl who works in vaudeville.

- She'll pop out of that pie
with the greatest of ease.
- I beg your pardon, sir?

Don't worry.
She's used to being sawed in half.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Come along.

- I don't want to go inside.
- Oh, you don't?

I suppose you prefer jumping out
of that pie in front of a herd of stags.

[Sniffling]

That's all I need,
having you cry now.

You're gonna get some food
and some conversation from a Dutch uncle.

I can't understand your mother...

leaving you alone in a city
filled with wolves and whistlers.

I'm glad you're mad at my mother
now instead of me.

I've never been mad at you, kittens.

You're a goose.
You're a fool.

You shouldn't be allowed out
without a veil over your face.

As a matter of fact,
an iron mask might be a better idea.

Do I have to drink this?
I never drink beer.

You don't have to do a thing
you don't like, kittens.

Could I have some
ginger ale, please?

Well, I'm afraid my cellar
doesn't quite run to that.

But you may have a glass of this.

Just one.

"A child and a man
paced side by side...

"treading the skirts of eventide.

"But between the clasp
of his hand and hers...

lay, felt not, 20 wither'd years."

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

It's a poem by Francis Thompson.

I love it.

Then, come on.

No.

Nope. I want to see that book.

Book?
What's the big idea?

I won't have you carrying around
telephone numbers of vaudeville girls...

or any other girls.

You know, kittens,
I think there's a touch of the cat in you.

- [ Phone Rings]
- Excuse me.

Hello? Yes? Who is it?

Oh, excuse me.
It's my foreman.

Go ahead.
How'd you know I was here?

Well, all right.
It's just as well.

I checked the changes.

Yes. There's a new blueprint on its way.

Now compare it with the one of April 12.

Eliminating the stone facing
shown in sections "F," "Q" and "W."

Yeah. Uh, this will change
the column and beam centers slightly...

and reduce the footings
along the west wall of the auditorium.

That's right.

All right, Mac.

Yes. I'll try to get there
by 11:00 in the morning.

All right, good-bye.

You'd think I was
a doctor or something.

Shoot for the moon.

Shoot for the moon.

[ Laughing]

[Laughing]

[Applause]

[Chattering]

- Thank you very much.
- Congratulations.

That's very kind.

- Thank you.
- Mr. White.

- Yes?
- The Goulds are delighted.

- Oh, I'm very glad.
- [Chuckles]

- I came as soon as I could.
- I know. What a day it's been for you.

- Now it's a day.
- Darling.

Were the speeches
any duller than usual?

I didn't notice.
I just watched the back of your head.

You don't know how I've starved
for the sight of you.

I hoped maybe you'd come yesterday.

I couldn't make it, kittens.
They've been working me overtime.

- Have you been thinking of me?
- Have I been breathing?

Oh, Evvie. Evvie.

It's an old and tired phrase,
but you're never out of my thoughts.

- When can I see you again?
- Whenever you can manage.

At 4:00, I have to go to Newport.

I have to spend a weekend
with a Colorado copper baron.

Oh, rats!

Oh, rats!

I'll tell them their Italian villa
will have to wait.

I'll send them a telegram.
Say I've got the measles or broken a leg.

No, you're not going to send any telegram.

You just let me know when you'll be back
and I'll be waiting. Always.

Evelyn, you mustn't be
so wise for me.

Be selfish. Be greedy.

Would you like me better if I were?

Like you? I don't like you.
I'm obsessed with you.

[Applause In Distance]

- You've got to get back.
- Yes.

Yes. Oh, here.

Get yourself a cab.
Oh, and get yourself a new dress.

And get a hat that matches
the color of your eyes.

Just keep buying things
that are from me.

♪♪ [Orchestra Playing In Distance]

- Are you for hire?
- [ No Audible Dialogue]

- Are you for hire?
- No, I'm sorry, ma'am.

Oh, you may have some difficulty
finding a cab, Miss Nesbit.

May I have the pleasure?

After all, we are old acquaintances.

Thank you very much, Mr. Thaw.
Everything seems to be taken.

- Where to, Miss Nesbit?
- Oh, uh, could you drop me
near the theater, please?

- Casino Theater.
- Yes, sir.

[ Engine Starts]

It was a nice ceremony, wasn't it?

- I wouldn't know.
- You wouldn't? Then why are you here?

To take you back.
Could there be a better reason?

How could you possibly know
I'd be here?

I've made it my business to know
a great deal about you, Miss Nesbit.

[Horse-drawn Vehicle
Passing In Distance]

Mama.

I didn't know you were back.

Why didn't you light the gas?

I don't need lights to think.

What were you thinking about?

About my daughter I had to
trust for a couple of weeks.

I came in on the 3:30.
Nobody to meet me.

Why didn't you write
you were coming?

Postmarked three days ago.

- I-I meant to open it. I-I've just been so busy.
- Busy doing what?

You better come up with a smart lie
because I've been to the Sarony Studio.

You haven't shown up there
in two weeks.

I telephoned Mr. Gibson. You haven't
kept a single appointment with him.

I went around to the theater.
You didn't even pick up your checks.

What have you been living on, air?

[Train Passing In Distance]

Don't look willful.

Sixty, $80, $120. Evelyn!

Drop that tone, Mama, please.

This is money.
Money you haven't earned.

All right, throw it
out of the window. Burn it up.

Now just listen to me,
Miss Hi-Chicka-Birdie.

You account for every cent of that money
or I'll throw you out the window.

If you want me to leave,
just say so.

I can move out right away.

But I won't be questioned like that.

I'm not in the fourth grade
anymore, Mama.

Evelyn.

Evelyn.

- Oh, Mama.
- Oh.

Look, you don't have to
answer me if you don't want to.

I won't ask you any more questions.

It's your life, and it looks like
you're going to run it from now on.

But you got the money
from that Mr. White, didn't you?

That's right, Mama.
And I want you to know that I love him.

I don't care about that money.
I don't care about all the money in the world.

May I help you?

Oh, we're looking for a winter coat
for my daughter.

There's a plaid one in the window,
but there's no price on it.

That means you want to
break it easy, I guess.

The plaid, that should be
nice on the young lady.

- I'll show it to you.
- Wait. Wait. First tell us how-

- May I be of service, sir?
- Yes. I'm looking for a friend of mine.

She came up in the elevator.
There she is.

But what's that monstrosity
they're putting on her?

Uh, just a moment, sir.
Have you an account at Lord & Taylor?

Sport, tell him who he's talking to.

- That's no coat for this angel.
- Hello, Mr. Thaw.

- May I offer a suggestion?
- Oh, don't be silly.

This is nice, durable material, Mama.

It's not more that $65.
I think we should take it.

- Will you introduce me to your mother?
- I know you from Pittsburgh.

I used to keep clear of Ridge Avenue
when you raced down it in your pony cart.

Well, if you don't care for this model,
there are more. Bring more.

You are being ridiculous.

- Oh, I've displeased my angel.
- Yes, you have.

And once more, you have
no right to call me silly names.

Why am I refused
what others are permitted?

- Mr. Thaw, just what exactly
are you trying to say?
- I have implicit faith in you.

But I don't trust a certain so-called gentleman
who's after every pretty girl in New York.

Now I'm just warning you.
No, no, no. Don't take your hand away.

I'd like to have it for always.

Now look at me.
I'm at your feet.

- Literally at your feet.
- [ Laughing]

- The whole world should be at your feet.
- [ Laughing]

Get up, please.
You're making a fool of both of us.

Harry.

Mrs. Nesbit, will you
explain to your daughter...

that when a man's in love
he sometimes forgets conventions?

- [ Laughing]
- Put in a good word for me, please?

- Ladies.
- [ Laughing]

- Where's the ladies' room?
- Oh. Oh, yes. Right this way, please.

Let's get out of here.
Oh, I wish I was dead.

♪♪ [Cakewalk]

[ No Audible Dialogue]

♪♪ [Continues In Distance]

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, come on in. You're Mr. White, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm Mrs. Nesbit.

Uh-

Is Evelyn having supper with anyone
after the show tonight?

Well, she won't go to bed hungry,
if that's what you mean.

Mr. George Lederer wants us
to eat with him at Delmonico's.

He's got a part for her
in his new show.

Some young fella named John Barrymore,
no victuals specified.

Hotcakes, maybe, but some laughs.

Oh, the rich we have always with us.

No card attached
and they kind of grow funny leaves.

Who do you think sent them?
I give you one guess.

He's the one I wanted to
discuss with her.

I understand he gave quite a performance
at Lord & Taylor's.

The incredible Harry K.

Yes. He got quite a laugh
out of the sales force, all right.

Come to think about it,
he's a young fella in love.

Many a man in love stumbles
over his own feet once in a while.

Nothing wrong with that.
The whole world loves a lover.

I'm not so sure how the whole world
feels about another type of man though.

- A man who-
- You don't have to finish
that sentence, Mrs. Nesbit.

I'm a man who shaves himself.

It's no pleasure for me to look into
these eyes of mine every morning.

Yes, Mr. White, it's quite a mess.

At night, when I hear her crying,
I pretend to be asleep.

But cry she does,
till the milk carts rattle down the street.

- ♪♪ [Ends]
- [Applause]

Tell her I'll wait for her
in the manager's office.

- ♪♪ [New Song]
- [Applause]

- Hello, Mr. White.
- I'd be obliged if I could use
your office for five minutes.

Certainly, Mr. White, with pleasure.

♪♪ [Continues]

Oh, you'll be all covered
with my makeup.

Oh, yes, your makeup.
Sit down.

I want you to listen
and listen carefully.

Would you be willing to take it off
right now, once and for all?

- My makeup?
- Yes. And those costumes of yours.

Would you be willing to go to bed every evening
at 9:00 and get up every morning at 7:00?

Learn to draw and play tennis, speak French,
learn sculpture and horseback riding?

- Would you be willing?
- If you asked me to.

All right, I'll fix it with the management.
You're gonna quit Broadway.

Oh. What's happened, Stanny?

Have you been talking to lawyers?
Have you been thinking things over?

Oh, Evvie, child.

No, I haven't been talking to lawyers.
I never will. I can't.

I love my wife.
I love her dearly.

But that hasn't stopped me
from being in love with you.

I've tried to battle
it out with myself, and I've lost.

Only one thing left.
To think of what's best for you.

Now give me a smile
and tell me you'll do as I say.

There'll be no more
flower-filled dressing rooms.

No midnight suppers.
No Harry K. Thaws...

and no Stanford Whites either.

There haven't been any Stanford Whites.
Just one.

You must forget him.

You're going to a school in the country,
the best one.

You're going to be fitted for the kind
of life that goes with your face.

A clean life.
A good one.

I'll take you out
to the school on Sunday.

It's called Pompton Seminary.

I see, Stanny.

You can't make me your wife...

so you're trying to make me
your daughter.

[Sniffles]

[ Laughing]

- Where'd it go?
- Here. Over here.

I'm sure Evelyn will like us
and we'll like her, Mrs. Nesbit.

- Thank you for bringing her to us.
- You're welcome, I'm sure.

Oh, uh, Mrs.Jennings...

well, what I want to
tell you is this.

I do a lot of traveling between Pittsburgh
and New York.Just never know where I'll be.

So maybe the best thing for you to do
would be to send the report cards...

and bills to Mr. White's office.

Mr. White has indicated that already.

He's an old friend of the family,
you know.

Yes.
[Clears Throat]

You picked a beautiful place.

- You'll study hard?
- Yes.

- Languages?
- Yes.

- History?
- Yes.

- And the fine arts?
- Yes.

- And you must learn to play tennis.
- Yes.

- And you must forget me.
- Never.

Well, Gustave, if you're going to catch
the 3:45, you'd better be starting.

Good-bye, baby.

- [ Mrs.Jennings] Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Girls, come here.

Evelyn Nesbit,
I want you to meet Nancyvan Natten-

- How do you do?
- and Dimity Carter.

- This is Blanche Lockwood and Mary Grosvenor.
- Hello.

Why, Evelyn, your hand is burning.
Are you running a temperature?

- I don't think so.
- Well, it's probably just first-day nerves.

Take her to her room, will you, Nancy,
and make her comfortable.

- Of course, Mrs.Jennings. Come on.
- You girls come with me.

- All right.
- All right.

♪♪ [Cakewalk In Distance]

I haven't any idea.

It's kind of handy for a girl
to stand in good with Harry Thaw.

- Look, I told you. I don't know where she is.
- Think hard.

Two weeks ago Monday
I missed having my hair touched up.

We were rehearsing a new girl.
Evelyn had left. End of story.

- Is Stanford White mixed up in this?
- Ask Stanford White.

- He's out of town, you know.
- Aiken, South Carolina.

He and Bobby Collier are down there
on business. Look, that's my cue.

Uh, nose around a little, will you?
Someone must know where she went.

- Yeah. Sure. Okay.
- ♪♪ [Ends]

[Wind Whistling]

[Cranks Bell]

[Whispering]
Operator, I want a New York number, please.

Madison 6-

[ Louder]
Madison 6235.

If the number's been changed,
look it up.

It's a personal call to Mr. Stanford White
at his studio: 22 West 24th Street.

Reverse the charges, please.

[Sighs]

No. No, no, you can't call me back here.
I don't want to wake up everybody.

No, I-I'll hold the line.
Please. Please try your best.

- No, no. You-You mustn't
call back here. You mustn't!
- Who's there?

Evelyn, what are you doing? Are you out
of your mind? You ought to be in bed.

They changed the number.
They changed the number!

- [Sobbing]
- What?

♪♪ [Cakewalk]

We've had two doctors.

There's nothing wrong with her physically.
It's a nervous breakdown.

I never saw such a homesick girl.

I've written to her mother
and suggested that-much as I regret it-

it would be wise to take her home.

That would not be practical, I think.
What she needs is a complete change.

Why, Evelyn, my dear,
are you feeling better?

Uh, there's some flowers in my car.
May we have them brought in please?

I'll take care of it.

I should be kneeling,
but I don't want to displease you again.

Please sit down, Mr. Thaw.

Oh, now, can't you bring yourself
to call me by my first name?

We've got to get you well again.

And I have a plan.
Let me take you away from here.

- Oh, but I don't think-
- No, no. I don't mean just from this school.

I mean from this country,
this continent.

- Harry.
- "Harry." The miracle has happened.

Now you ought to go to Europe-
you and your mother, of course.

Now you ought to see the world:
France, England, Switzerland...

the lakes and the mountains.

- Why should you want to spoil me like that?
- Spoil you?

The sun doesn't spoil the roses
when it shines on them.

Now what good is all my money if-
if I can't bring the glow back to your cheeks?

I'll make reservations for us at Cook's.

- Oh, Fred, bring me a hot
buttered rum, will you?
- Yes, Mr. Collier.

- Anybody join me?
- No, thanks.
- No, thank you.

[Shivers]
The deck of the Celtic is as cold as ice.

- Oh? Who's sailing?
- My sister. Should be an interesting passage.

Harry K. Thaw is aboard.
He's taken most of the "A" deck staterooms...

and is acting as though
he were the captain of the ship.

Really.
I think that man is certifiable.

- Whom do you think he's taking along with him?
- His bodyguard.

Do you remember that girl
we hired for our pie?

- The one who was rescued by
the quixotic Mr. White here?
- What's this?

- The little Nesbit is going
to Europe with Harry Thaw.
- Well, you must be mistaken.

I saw her onboard.
I talked to her.

- With Harry Thaw?
- Oh, it's proper enough. Her mother's going too.

I hope the ladies
insisted on round-trip tickets.

- He's apt to leave them stranded in Europe.
- Mr. Collier.

- Thank you.
- A cablegram for you, Mr. White.

- Oh, thank you. Where are they going?
- Uh, Switzerland, I believe.

- Mountain climbing was mentioned.
- Heaven help the Alps.

Ah! You're making a mistake
not having this-both of you.

Oh, Simpson, what's the first boat
I can get to Europe?

I'd like to arrive
before the Celtic if I can.

Before the Celtic.

The Campania sails at midnight, sir.

- When does she get to France?
- Wednesday next. Beats the Celtic by six hours.

- All right. Book me a passage.
- If I can, sir.

What do you mean, if you can?
Any sort of a stateroom will do.

- And leave my ticket with the purser on the dock.
- Of course, sir.

Here. Open that for me, will you?

Beekman 8700.

Go ahead. Read it.

It's from Baden-Baden, sir.
Seems to be from Mrs. White.

Uh, Mr. McKim, please.
Go ahead.

"Can't stand this dreadful,
healthy place another minute.

"Sailing Bremen tomorrow.

"One glimpse of you will do me more good
than all the waters of Babylon.

Love, love, love."

I'll see to your sailing as soon
as you're through with the phone, sir.

I won't be able to go.

Simpson, do you ever arrange
to send money to Europe?

Some sort of letter-of-credit affair?

I have some friends there
who mustn't be left without funds.

[Evelyn Shouts]
Yoo-hoo![Echoing]

[Echoing Fades]

[Giggles]

[Sighs]

What are you thinking about?

My happiness at being alone
with my angel.

Look, Harry. You've been
perfectly wonderful to me-

and don't think I mind pretty speeches,
because every girl loves them-

but you mustn't overdo it.

Those flowery things you say every time
you introduce me-

- Well, people laugh a little.
- [Scoffs] People, introductions.

There's only one introduction
that'll stop any laughing:

"Mrs. Harry K. Thaw."

- Now how long are you gonna torture me?
- I'm not torturing you.

Life is meaningless unless I can have you
all to myself. No, don't turn away.

I'm proposing to you.
Every breath of mine is a proposal.

Marry me, Evelyn.
Marry me.

- Let's go back. They must be ready to feed us.
- Then give me my answer.

I can't.

You can't what?
Answer me or marry me?

Isn't that answer enough?

You don't want me.

It wouldn't be fair to you.

[Scoffs, Chuckles]

So Mr. Stanford White
is still my rival.

[Chuckles]
Oh, Evvie.

Evvie, grow up. Grow out
of this schoolgirl crush.

Won't you please understand.

It wasn't as harmless as that.

If you want me to go home
on the next boat, I'll... go and pack.

Look at me.

- Say you were never one of his girls.
- Don't be childish, Harry.

Say you weren't.

Say you weren't!
[ Echoing]

[ Roars] Speak up, do you hear me?
[ Echoing]

I'm sorry that I'm not the girl
you thought I was! [ Echoing]

No. Take that back.

- No. Take that back!
- [Shrieks] I'm trying to forget it!

Why won't you let me?

[Sobbing]

[Steam Whistle Blowing]

- [Whistle Fades In Distance]
- [Clicking Knob]

[Clicking]

- Where are you going?
- I'll only be a minute.

- I thought you'd gone to bed.
- Never mind me.

It's you who needs rest.

- Will you believe what I'm going to tell you?
- Of course.

I realize how wrong I've always
been in my treatment of everybody:

my mother, my sisters, my friends...

you, Evvie.

- Oh, Harry. I-
- D-Don't say anything.

You're the only thing
I ever really wanted...

and I've lost you.

When we get off this train, you'll go out
of my life, and I have no right to blame you.

Evvie-

Oh, Evvie, I met you too late.

[ No Audible Dialogue]
If-

If only you'd ever let me see you
like this before, Harry-

If- Finish that sentence, Evvie.

Well...

things might have
been different for us.

Do you know what you've just done?

That's the first time you ever said "us."
That-That means you and me.

Oh, is it possible?
Is there a shadow of hope for me?

[Engine Rumbling Loudly]

- [Horse-drawn Vehicles Passing]
- Paper, mister? Paper?

Paper, mister? Paper?

Paper, mister? Paper? Paper?

- Paper, mister?
- [Crowd Laughing Loudly]

[Continues Laughing]

[Man]
Myer! I am laying on a nail!

Aren't they delicious?

What's the matter, Stanny?
You haven't laughed once.

Oh, yes, I have.
Don't keep watching me.

I think I'll go outside for a smoke.
Would you care to come along?

No, thanks.
It's too windy.

- Gibson, how about you?
- No, thanks. I'll stay and keep Bessie company.

All right.
Excuse me.

[Wind Whistling]

[ No Audible Dialogue]

Allow me.

Thank you. Oh, hello, Dr. Hollingshead.
Haven't seen you for some time.

- And you should. I had my nurse
call you twice for a checkup.
- My teeth are fine, thank you.

Paper? Paper?

- [Vehicle Horn Honks]
- Quite a piece of news about that girl of ours.

- What girl?
- The one you sent me last year.

- She's certainly landing herself
in a tub of butter, isn't she?
- Good for her.

This you won't believe.

I got a letter from Europe-
special delivery from Harry K.-

making an appointment for next Sunday
morning from 10:00 to 11:00.

- I don't follow you.
- Everything I did on her tooth has to be undone.

You ever hear anything
nuttier than that?

You know what? I'm just going to
rub a little polish on that tooth...

and send a bill-a humdinger.

- But why Sunday?
- No other patients around.

Seems like the bridegroom doesn't
want her seen by anybody in New York.

[Electric Buzzer Sounds]

[Buzzer Continues]

- Hello, Doctor. I hope
this isn't awfully inconvenient.
- Not inconvenient at all.

Just expensive.

- May I congratulate you, Miss Nesbit?
- Thank you.

- Has the happy day been set yet?
- Yes. Next Wednesday.

This old town's going to rock.

- I'd like to see you in that white satin myself.
- It's going to be in Pittsburgh.

- And no white satin, just a dark suit.
- Oh.

Will you open, please?

- I never did a better job in my life.
- [Buzzer Sounds]

- No one knows I'm here today. Excuse me.
- [Bell Tolling In Distance]

[Tolling Continues In Distance]

Why, Mr. White.

I'd appreciate it very much
if you'd leave us alone.

[Tolling Continues]

Evvie, you can't do it.
You can't marry him. You can't.

You must go away immediately.
If Harry finds out that I saw you...

I don't dare think what'll happen.

Just as I suspected.
You're afraid of him.

- And you should be. He's not a sane man, Evvie.
- He's been kind to me.

Listen. I'm going to move heaven and earth
to prevent this marriage.

I'm going to drag details out of his past
that'll make the Sunday supplements blush.

I'll prove he's not fit
to marry any girl.

Is that mother of yours blind,
or has she decided to sell you by the pound?

- [Tolling Continues]
- Nobody's selling me.
Nobody is making my decisions.

I'm marrying Harry
because I want to.

- You don't love him.
- Don't I?

How would you know about that?

I know.

[Tolling Continues]

Now you're my little girl again.
And you're going to listen to me.

Everything can be just as it was.

- [Tolling Continues]
- As it was.

Sneaking through toy shops,
hole-and-corner meetings-[Sniffles]

waiting for telephone calls that don't
come for days, sitting in restaurants...

and almost choking to death when the waiter
orders dinner for "Mrs. White's dog."

Don't talk about that side
of things, Evvie, please.

That's what you're offering me,
and I'm not taking it-

not just for my sake,
but for yours too.

- Never mind me.
- I do mind you.

I mind you because I love you,
and this is the way out.

- [Tolling Continues]
- Good-bye, Stanny.

And don't send me any wedding gift,
not even anonymously.

Harry would know.
He'd sense it.

All right.

If the time ever comes
when you need me...

you know where to find me.

Good-bye, Evvie.

I pronounce that they are husband
and wife together...

in the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Those whom God hath joined together,
let not man put asunder.

- Amen.
- [Sleigh Bells Passing In Distance]

- Congratulations, Mr. Thaw.
- Thank you.

- Lots of happiness, my dear.
- [Quietly] Thank you.

- [Man] Congratulations.
- [Man #2] Congratulations, Harry.

Don't cry, mama.
Your baby's just married $40 million.

You wanna know something, Sport?
To get me, he'd have to have 41.

- [Evelyn Crying]
- [Wind Whistling In Distance]

[Harry] Well, you're
not the guilty one, I know that.

He is. He tricked you
into going to his studio, didn't he?

- Let's not talk about it, Harry.
- And then he gave you something to drink.

- Please calm down.
- Didn't he?

- Oh, yes, he did.
- Well, what was it? Wine?

- What difference does it make?
- Red wine, so you couldn't see
that he'd put something in it.

- But he didn't put anything in it.
- Then why red wine?

- It wasn't red wine.
It was champagne. Come now.
- Oh, champagne.

That takes the taste away.

- What are you talking about?
- Stanford White and his methods.

- Oh, Harry, it wasn't like that.
- But a second ago you admitted it!

You must stop this, Harry.
You must! [Sobbing]

[Sniffles]

[Sobbing]

[Birds Chirping]

My friends have been
very thoughtful and generous.

You can start writing
your thank-you letters this morning.

Do not use general terms such as
"the most wonderful gift I ever received"...

or "your beautiful present"...

but study each gift individually
and mention it in detail.

That's what I intended to do.

You sometimes make mistakes in spelling.
Use the Webster on the library desk.

And I'm not to lick the stamps
with my tongue. Yes, sir.

Here. Here, come look at this.

From my old pal, Bill Sturgis.

Best shot west of the Mississippi.

Once in the Mojave Desert,
a... rattler raised itself against him.

Fortunately for Bill,
I'm not a bad shot myself.

- Harry, what happened?
- Something wrong, sir?

Now what's all the excitement?
I was just telling Mrs. Harry an anecdote.

Must I be interrupted
when I'm talking to my wife?

Oh. Of course.
Of course. I'm-I'm sorry.

There's no need for you
to write to Bill.

We'll see him in New York next week.

I didn't know
we were going to New York.

What would you have done
if you had known?

Informed your friends? Arranged an assignation?
Where are you going?

- To get the dictionary
and look up "assignation."
- Don't play so innocent.

You met White at the dentist's office.
My driver has eyes in his head.

- That was before we were married.
- It pleases me to discuss it now.

Running into that beast is inevitable-
shops, restaurants, theaters.

When it happens, you must tell me.

Just say, "I've seen him.
I've seen the beast."

- I won't say any such thing.
- You refuse.

Interesting.

Would it violate
your sensibilities too much...

to use an abbreviation of the word?

Just the first letter:
a capital "B."

All right, Harry.
But I hope no such occasion arises.

I don't want to see him. He doesn't
want to see me. It's over, over, over!

Believe me, I beg you.

♪♪ [Small Orchestra: Classical Dance]

No, actually it was the Italians
that conquered the Matterhorn in 1865.

They came up from the south side.

Coming down, three members
and a guide fell over the edge.

♪♪ [Continues]

Now you see, the Swiss side
of the Matterhorn looks like an obelisk...

while the Italian slope is...

- a series of terraced walls.
- Have you a scrap of paper, Tom, and pencil?

I'm sorry, no.

Here, dearie. While the Italian slope
is a series of terraced walls.

Now the party pushed up the south glacier,
didn't find the true approach...

up the narrow mouth
of the west glacier, but on the s-

- I saw him.
- Isn't it time we left for the theater?

- What show are we going to see?
- Mamzelle Champagne.

It's right around the corner.
We can walk. Check!

- Which theater?
- The roof of Madison Square Garden.

It's a clever idea-an open-air theater
right in midtown.

Well, it was a clever architect
who built it-

America's foremost architect.

♪♪ [Orchestra:
Fanfare, Introduction]

♪ Stand en garde
and defend your heart ♪

♪ From the thrust
of Cupid's dart ♪

♪ There is no retreat
from a feint so sweet ♪

♪ I challenge you to love ♪

[ Man]
♪ All my heart I'd sacrifice ♪

♪Just to win
so sweet a prize ♪

♪ So defend your charms
For with open arms ♪

- ♪ I challenge you to love♪
- This is a stinking table you got.

- It's the only one they had left.
- Did you tell 'em it was for me at the box office?

- Well, of course I did.
- We can leave after this number
and go someplace else.

Well, that'd be better than squatting
back here with the tourists.

- ♪ Touché♪
- Give me a match.

♪ So en garde
with flashing foils♪

[Woman]
♪ Let the victor take the spoils♪

[Both]♪ When the duel is done
and we both have won♪

♪ I challenge you to love♪

[Chorus]
♪ Cupid is a fencer quick to slay♪

♪ Any lonely heart
that comes his way♪

♪ Be wary if you miss
I will parry with a kiss♪

- ♪ Touché♪
- [Man]♪ Touché♪

[ Man, Woman]
♪ So en garde ♪

♪ En garde
with flashing foils ♪

♪ Unbowed, the victor
takes the spoils ♪

[Chorus]
♪ When the duel is done♪

♪ And we both have won♪

[All]
♪ I challenge you to love ♪

♪♪ [Orchestra
Continues, Fast]

Is he following us,
or are we following him?

Our foremost architect
has just come in.

- You saw him.
- Please, Harry. I-

He didn't greet you.

Why not?
Beneath contempt?

You wouldn't have liked it
if he had greeted me, would you?

Let's go now.
It'll be cooler in the hall.

- I think we should stay
and finish our champagne.
- I don't want any.

- Isn't it as sparkling
as the kind he used to serve?
- I want to go, Harry.

- Champagne with a strange taste.
- If you're not leaving, I am.

Sorry.

I didn't want to bring up
unhappy memories.

All right. Let's go.
Pay for the bottle, Sport.

- ♪♪ [Continues, Fast]
- ♪ I challenge you, I challenge you♪

♪ I challenge you
I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you♪
- ♪ I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you♪
- ♪ I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you♪
- ♪ I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you to love♪♪
- ♪♪ [Ends]

♪♪ [Orchestra Resumes, Fast]

Yes, Thaw?

- ♪♪ [Stops]
- [Gunshots Continue]

[Screaming]

- [Screaming Continues]
- [Crowd Clamoring]

[Clamoring Continues]

[Clamoring Fades, Stops]

[Bullets Clatter On Floor]

I did it...

because he ruined my wife!

- Mother.
- Has he arrived?

- He came straight from the station.
- Show him in.

Thank you.
You're very kind.

- Mrs. Thaw.
- I hope you had a good trip, Mr. Delmas.

Thank you. There's nothing quite so restful
as six days on the train.

I may as well warn you...

that an attorney from California isn't
going to be too popular in New York.

Oh, really? Well, I find dislike
somewhat stimulating.

The savage prejudice of the district attorney
against my son is-

It's terrifying.

"District attorney
William Travers Jerome states...

"Despite all of his millions, we shall prove
that Harry K. Thaw is a murderer.

"And I pledge my sacred honor
to the people of this city...

that he shall not escape
the ultimate penalty.'"

Well.

- How many New York attorneys
have you consulted, Mrs. Thaw?
- Eight.

Why did you dismiss them?

- I found out that six of them had been friends
of Mr. Stanford White.
- Hmm.

The other two struck me
as... inadequate.

I'm told that you've had
many cases of... this sort.

Murder cases?
Four hundred and eleven.

May I ask how many of those you won?

Yes. Four hundred and eleven.

May I?

- [Mrs. Nesbit] Oh, Evvie, this is Harry's lawyer.
- [Delmas] How do you do?

How do you do?

May I close the door?

- Well, she's here now. Speak your peace.
- I shall.

Mrs. Harry, it's my painful duty
to inform you...

that it's absolutely essential to our case that
your mother be out of town during this trial.

No subpoena must reach her
in the county of New York.

I'm building our case
on the unwritten law.

Those 12 men in the panel must be
convinced that Harry K. Thaw...

- was the defender of American womanhood.
- [Scoffs]

Anyone not in complete sympathy
with this line of defense...

had better be kept off the stand.

[Sighs] Well, it's a good thing
I didn't unpack my duds.

Back to Pittsburgh for me.

I'll go get my ticket.

[Train Approaching]

[Train Passing]

[Water Running]

Is it only a coincidence
that you are dressed in black?

What do you want me to say?
Should I be glad that a man was killed?

He had wronged you
very deeply, Mrs. Thaw.

Your husband has told me how
Stanford White took advantage of your youth...

how you were drugged and assaulted.

That's Harry's favorite story.

You'll have to tell it
in the witness box.

- That's what you want me to say?
- Oh, yes. And under oath.

- I wasn't forced into anything. I wasn't drugged.
- Your husband thinks you were.

Oh, yes. That's what he thinks.
And what Harry Thaw thinks must be true.

But he says you confirmed it.

Did he tell you how
he wrung it out of me?

In Switzerland, on the train
to Chicago and in Chicago...

on the train to the Grand Canyon
and in the Grand Canyon...

in hotel rooms, in compartments,
everywhere, every night:

"Talk, Evelyn. Talk. Was it like this, Evelyn?
It must have been like this."

I've been sitting in the witness box
ever since we were married.

[Sighs] At 5:00 in the morning,
you'll say almost anything.

I want you to repeat it
once more...

in the cold light of day
and in the one witness box that counts.

- You can't save Harry with a lie.
- Mrs. Thaw, I'm a member of the bar.

I wouldn't allow you
to perjure yourself.

I certainly wouldn't prompt you to tell any lies.
Trust me for that. You must testify!

I can't. I won't blacken the name
of someone I loved.

I won't go on the stand!

The fact that it involved
Harry Kendall Thaw...

a multimillionaire
from Pittsburgh...

and Stanford White, one of
the greatest architects of our time...

doesn't change anything.

What happened that summer night
in Madison Square Garden was homicide-

deliberate, premeditated,
malicious, Tenderloin homicide.

Since my learned opponent has seen fit
to go to the Scriptures to defend his client...

let me also call
to your attention...

two things that stand written
as of old:

"Vengeance is Mine,' said the Lord.
'I shall repay.'"

And the other, which came
from the thunders of Sinai...

and which has been embodied in the code
of every civilized race for thousands of years:

"Thou shalt not kill."

[Horse-drawn Vehicles
Passing In Distance]

Is it time to get up?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

3:00?

Evelyn, they're going
to kill my boy.

Has something happened?

Mr. Delmas was with me till midnight.
He thinks it's hopeless now.

The press is against us,
the people on the street.

- It's you, Evelyn. It's you who could save Harry.
- I?

That boy of mine. That-

That poor boy.

A dreadful thing happened
before he was born, Evelyn.

He wasn't my only son.

Did you know that Harry had
a little brother- Robin?

Robin was the stars
and the moon and the sun to me.

One night he had the sniffles.

I took him into my bed.

The morning, he was dead.
A pillow had smothered him.

In my sleep, I had pushed it down
over his poor little face.

Can you imagine what it's like to be carrying
another child with that guilt on your breast?

The very womb in which Harry grew
was a torture chamber-

a torture chamber of mother love.

That's why he is what he is.

It's my crime really-too much love.

Too much love.

I know.

You don't know.

If you did, you'd take pity on him.

It's the jury's pity that he needs.

They'll have pity...

if Harry's wife gets up and tells them
how that gun came into his hands.

You must go on the stand.

[Crowd Murmuring]

Hello, Charlie.

- Well, Bob, how did the last session go?
- Mmm, just routine:

ballistic experts, medical luminaries,
waiters, cab drivers.

- Have you heard the news?
- No. What?

- Evelyn's going to take the stand.
- [Gavel Raps]

[Man]
Everybody rise.

This court is now in session.

- Henry, will you change places with me, please?
- Surely, Mr. Gibson.

Be seated.

Evvie, can you hear me?

Yes.

Don't go on that stand, I beg you.

- But I said I would.
- Don't. Please, my dear.

- What can I do?
- Faint. Collapse. Let them carry you out...

- but don't talk.
- [Chair Pushes Back]

With Your Honor's permission,
we will now summon to the stand
the wife of the defendant.

Mrs. Evelyn Thaw.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

- I do.
- Be seated, please.

Your name, madam,
has already been stated.

- You are Evelyn Nesbit Thaw?
- I am.

You are the wife of the defendant,
Harry Kendall Thaw?

- I am.
- Now, Mrs. Harry...

will you please tell the jury...

about your numerous visits
to a house on 24th Street...

in which Mr. Stanford White
had a so-called "studio"?

Objection, Your Honor.

This line of questioning
is in no way germane to our case.

I withdraw my question, Your Honor.

I agree with my learned opponent
that, as phrased...

it has no bearing on
the defendant's guilt or innocence.

I will rephrase my question.

Mrs. Thaw...

will you please tell us of the numerous
discussions you had with your husband...

regarding your visits
to the house on 24th Street?

[Woman]
Wait till the district attorney starts in on her.

I object!

Your Honor, I am merely trying to appraise
the credibility of this witness.

Her testimony is an attempt
to make the jury believe...

that the murderous act
of her husband was justified.

I submit I have the right to explore
the background of the witness.

Objection overruled.

Is it not true that, while you were
the paid mistress of Stanford White...

you accepted Harry K. Thaw's invitation
to a luxurious trip abroad?

I was never his paid mistress.

These checks, receipted
by a Mrs.Jennings...

did they pay for your board and keep
at her school?

- Mr. White sent me there as a pupil.
- To learn what?

- Objection.
- [Judge] Objection sustained.

Will you verify these bills paid
by Mr. White to numerous stores...

for articles delivered
to Evelyn Nesbit?

Yes.

Did he ever give you money?

Yes or no?

[Quietly]
Yes.

Then I repeat my former question:

While you were still
his paid mistress...

did you accept the invitation
of the defendant-

a younger and richer man-
for a luxurious trip abroad?

- Yes or no, please?
- I can't answer such a question yes or no.

Who paid for your trip abroad?

- Harry Thaw.
- Thank you.
- [Spectators Murmuring]

[Jerome] I now show you
the copy of a letter of credit for $ 1,000...

made out so that either you
or your mother could draw on it.

- Did you know of that document?
- [Evelyn] Why...

i-it was sent to us
when we were in Switzerland.

- Who purchased that letter of credit?
- Stanford White.

[Trolley Bell Clanging]

[Delmas] My learned colleague
has just painted the portrait...

of a venal young woman.

Even if he is right about her...

he is doubly wrong
about my client, because...

if Harry K. Thaw found his bride...

to be what the district attorney
claims she is...

was it not inevitable that something
should have snapped in his young mind...

when he saw the man
who had turned her into his-

I will not speak that word.
Not here.

But when he saw that man,
a veritable storm raged...

across the consciousness
of this young husband-a brainstorm.

He knew not. He reasoned not.
He struck!

[Horse-drawn Vehicles Passing]

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will you read the verdict,
Mr. Clerk?

- [Clerk] "Not guilty"-
- [Spectators Chattering]

[Gavel Rapping]

[Chattering Stops]

- "because of insanity."
- [Chattering Resumes]

[Evelyn]
Mrs. White.

Yes?

I'm... Evelyn Thaw.

Mrs. White,
the things I said on the stand...

about your husband...

you realize, of course-
you must realize, Mrs. White-

that's the way Harry's sick mind
imagined it was.

He twisted it back and forth
un-until his questions became my answers.

And then he believed it all himself.

The papers say
you saved your husband's life.

Mrs. White, you must believe this.

Your husband wasn't-

I was the one at fault, not he.

I was in love with him.
It was all my fault.

Love can be a great fault.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Hold it. Hold it.
Stand back, boys. Stand back.

- Now I hope I haven't forgotten anything.
- Everything is packed, Mr. Thaw.

Warden, I want to thank you
for your kindness and consideration.

Now here's a little-
a little something for you and your men.

Thank you, Mr. Thaw.

Well, Mama, it's good-bye.

No, no.
No, Harry. It's Au revoir.

I'll visit you twice a month
in Matteawan.

We'll work night and day
to get you out.

When we set the wheels in motion,
it'll be a couple of years at the outside.

Oh, now, Margaret, you've got
to go to Pittsburgh with Mama.

- You've got to stick by her.
- Of course I will, Harry.

Oh, Mama, now the first thing
you must do as soon as you get home...

is get my mountaineering outfit together
and send it right on to me.

I want the rucksack,
the ropes, the alpenstock-

Harry, you won't be able
to do any mountain climbing.

I want them!

O-Once in a lifetime
I utter a wish, and you argue with me.

Of course, of course.
I'll send them first thing.

- Mr. Thaw, if you please.
- Oh, of course.

Harry?

You haven't spoken to me.

What do you want me to do?
Go with your mother or-

or take a place near...
the asylum?

How very characteristic of you, Evelyn...

to think only of yourself.
[Scoffs]

- So long, boys!
- [ Man] Good-bye, Harry!

- Good luck to ya, boy!
- See ya!

[ Men Continue
Shouting Good-byes]

Harry, don't forget to-

Don't forget to come back, Harry!

Hey, Harry, don't forget to-

I'm sending some cases of scotch!
Drink to me, huh?

- [Cheering, Applauding]
- We'll see ya, Harry!

- See ya, Harry!
- Nice seein' ya, Harry!

- [Men Whistling]
- Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Baby, could I go for you.
I think of you all the time!

- How about a quick kiss? [ Laughs]
- [ Men Clamoring]

- [ Man] Come on. Get back here!
- [Clamoring Continues]

[ Man #2] Come here. Come here.
We want to talk to ya some more.

[ Man #3]
Hey, where are you going?

[ Man]
Hello, Harry!

- Please hold it, Mr. Thaw.
- Stand back now.

Thank you, sir.

- Stand back.
- Stand back now.

- Don't crowd in.
- That's his mother.

Stand back.

All right. Stand back.

[Wagon Bell Clanging]

Stand back now.
Stand back. Stand back.

[Man] There she is.
There she is. There's Evelyn.

Help her, sir. That's it.

- Stand back now!
- [Crowd Clamoring]

- [ Evelyn] Please-
- [Clamoring Continues]

The carriage is over here,
Mrs. Thaw.

Move! Get out of the way!

Everyone open up!
Open up. Get out of the way!

[Man]
Come back!

Evelyn! Evelyn!

- [Hoof beats]
- I don't know how to thank you.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Thaw.
I'll get you home. Huntzbacher is the name.

I warn you, though, you won't find it
very peaceful there. It'll be a brawl.

Look, here's who'll be waiting for you:
press, photographers-

Of course, that goes without saying.

But now you're up against the agents-
ten-percenters, you know, the flesh peddlers?

They'll offer you five weeks on the Keith Circuit,
a season at the Folies-Bergére...

and the Minskys and the Pinskys.

Ah, you belong with Huntzbacher.

Look, my place is in Atlantic City.

- There's a convention every week,
money like saltwater taffy.
- [ Breathing Heavily]

Look, you go on at 4:00 p.m., 6:00 p.m.,
then you break for dinner.

- Then there's a gala at 10:00,
and then the midnight show.
- Tell the driver to stop!

- Look, on Saturday night we have an owl show.
- Driver, stop at the corner!

Oh, say, you're gonna need that money,
every penny of it.

Hey, don't bank on them Thaws.
They'll write you off like a bad debt.

- [Hoofbeats Stop]
- Look, put your faith in Huntzbacher.

See, this'll be the show of the century.
Wait a minute!

Do you know how I'm gonna
present you to that audience?

Oh, Evelyn.
We weren't sure you'd be back.

We, uh, said our farewell in a letter.

The suite's been paid for
for the rest of the week, so...

you might just as well
stay on till then.

Till then?
And afterwards?

Well, there's a memorandum
from me in this letter...

about the bank-how much you may draw,
the name of a lawyer here.

That's just for your present needs.
I thought you might want to go abroad again.

It might be more comfortable for you after
the things that Mr.Jerome brought out.

Harry thought so too.

Did he? Then why didn't he
sign the check?

I have to sign all checks from now on.

Why are you smiling?

Do you happen to know
a Mr. Huntzbacher in Atlantic City?

Huntzbacher? Certainly not.

Strange. He knows you.

Are you trying to impress us, Evelyn?
Take that check.

That's what you were after
from the word go.

Good-bye, all of you.

My mother taught me a proverb:

If you lie down with dogs...

you get up with fleas.

- ♪♪ [Calliope]
- [Barkers Shouting]

- Fellas, fellas.
- [Crowd Clamoring, Booing]

- [Whistles]
- Fellas, fellas, fellas.

- [Clamoring Stops]
- Look, it made me just sick...

- to have to raise the price
of admission for this show.
- [ Protesting]

Believe me, it's worth it.

Now I've been waitin' years and years
to bring you this act-

more years than I like to think about.

Introducing Evelyn Nesbit...

the babe who left one guy
pushin' up daisies...

and the other in the bughouse.

And here she is,
the Girl in the Red Velvet Swing.

- ♪♪ [ Band: Cakewalk]
- [Crowd Cheering, Clamoring]