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En vo/iure/

- Ban/our.
- Ban/our.

Ban/our!

A/ors, vous frouvez
que ya me ressemb/e?

Tout at fair.

- J'a/ far/r auss/ béz'e que pa?
- J'en a/peur.

Voyons, mademoiselle,
regardez ce nez/

c'esz' le votre. J 'y peux r/en.

Enf/n, passons pour moi.

Ma/s a/ors, /u/.

I/ous far vez b/en arrangé.

Ma/s ca n'esz' pas sa z'éz'e,
oe n'est pas son crane.

D'ouje su/s, c'esz' z'ouz' a fair 9a!

Son max/iiaire supe'rieur
n 'esz' pas aussi prominent.

A u contra/re,
o'esi oe qui resson' le plus.

- Ez' /e mem'on?
- Exaoz'emem' ie sien/

- trop acceniué/
- je /e vois oomme 9a.

Et puis oomprenez, monsieur,
que oeoi est une caricature...

Et o'ites-vous bien que /e but
d'UN dessin ou d'une peinture...

N'est pas de reproduire
une vulgaire photograph/e...

Mais de faire ressortir
/es caraotéristiques d'UN fascie's...

Vues se/on la personna/ité o'e /'an'iste,
méme en /es exage'rant.

Oh, nuts!

J'j'

Well, baby, the name is Curtis.

- May I present Thomas b. Chambers.
- My name is gilda Farrell.

- Coming back to the subject of art —
- Are you a painter?

- Yes.
- What did you say your name was?

- Curtis.
- George Curtis?

Yes.

You exhibited a painting
at the shale galleries.

- True.
- Let me see.

- Oh, lady godiva, wasn't it?
- Did you like it?

I saw it with a friend of mine.
She loved it.

We haven't spoken since.

I, uh...

I wouldn't consider her
one of your greatest admirers.

- Are you a painter too?
- Oh, no, no. Not me.

I'm a playwright.

I write unproduced plays.
And very good of that kind.

- Why didn't you like my picture?
- It's smart-aleck.

You're wisecracking with paint.

It simply creaks with originality.

Lady godiva riding a bicycle!

I know what she means.

A bicycle seat is a little hard
on lady godiva's historical background.

Shut up!

I see.

Lady godiva doesn't belong on a bicycle...

But it's okay to put Napoleon...

In a kaplan and mcguire
non-wrinkling, 2.50 union suit.

Quite right. That's not history.

And if I may say so, they, uh —
They do wrinkle.

I'm a commercial artist.

I'm being paid for telling the world
that if Napoleon were alive today...

He would wear kaplan and mcguire's
2.50, non-wrinkling underwear.

Pure hooey.

You're wasting your time
painting for art galleries.

You should get in contact
with some bicycle manufacturer.

You'd clean up.

I'll give you a good slogan:

“Join lady godiva on our tandem.”

Don't say “nuts.” not to a lady.

- Hurry up, gilda!
- Shake a leg!

It's amazing how a few insults
can bring people together in three hours.

It was certainly good to hear
all the names you called me.

I haven't heard 'em
since I left father and mother.

What we want to know is, do you like us
better than kaplan and mcguire?

Let me tell you,
Curtis and chambers deliver the goods.

En voiture/

en voiture/

- Max!
- Gilda! Darling!

I don't think it's kaplan.

I doubt if it's mcguire.

And it's certainly not Napoleon.

- Take a letter!
- Yes, sir.

My dear Mr. Thomas b. Chambers.

Uh, cross that out.

Mr. Chambers.

Comma. Paragraph.

I am writing you in regard to your
undesirable attentions to miss gilda Farrell.

Hello. Yes.

No, no, no, that won't do at all.

I want the copy to read
exactly as I laid it out.

“The real aristocrat surrenders
to Murphy hold 'em up suspenders.”

And put “hold 'em up”
in a brighter color.

A-And listen, put that French touch
in the suspenders.

Where was I?

Undesirable
attention to miss gilda Farrell.

I'm afraid, bassington,
that you are wrong.

I'm afraid, bassington,
that you are wr...

I'm afraid, bassington...

That you are right...

But nonetheless boring.

Very good.

Very good.

Bassington curls his lips foolishly...

And crosses to left.

Bassington speaks:

There's only one thing
I have to say to you.

What could he say?

There's only one thing I have
to say to you.

Come in, come in.

There's only one thing
I have to say to you.

Ah, plunkett, incorporated!

Well, welcome to bohemia, sir.

- How do you do?
- Why, I'm getting on, sir, in my modest way.

- And you?
- I'm well, thank you.

You're looking splendid.

That's a fetching tie, Mr. Plunkett.
And these spats — very exciting.

What an ensemble, hmm?

But personally, I don't like derbies.

They give a man that undertaker look.

My dear Mr. Chambers, I have come here
to speak to you man to man.

My favorite type of conversation.

I wish to broach
a rather delicate subject.

Oh, now, don't let's be delicate, Mr. Plunkett.
Let's be crude and objectionable, both of us.

One of the greatest handicaps to
civilization, and I may say to progress...

Is the fact that people speak
with ribbons on their tongues.

Delicacy,
as the philosophers point out...

Is the, uh, banana peel
under the feet of truth.

And, uh, if you've come up here
to raise a fuss about gilda...

This derby is a thing of the past.

Mr. Chambers, I...

Mr. Chambers, I don't wish you
to misunderstand me.

I am not miss Farrell's husband, nor
her fiancé in any shape, form or manner.

Hmm. I see. Her devoted friend.

- Yes. For five years.
- Mm-hmm.

- Her guide, I take it, and counselor.
- Yes.

- Her protector.
- Exactly.

Mm-hmm. In other words, Mr. Plunkett,
you, uh — you never got to first base.

Yes...

- I'll overlook that insult.
- Thank you.

Will you be seated?

Mr. Chambers, your attentions to gilda
are undesirable.

- Has she been complaining?
- No.

Well, good, good.
I'm very busy, Mr. Plunkett.

I, uh — I'm creating.

Mr. Chambers, there's only one thing
I have to say to you.

- Do you know what it is?
- Yes.

Immorality may be fun...

But it isn't fun enough to take the place
of 100% virtue and three square meals a day.

Now, wait a minute.

Immorality may be fun...

But it isn't fun enough
to take the place...

- Of 100% virtue —
- And three square meals a day.

- Superb!
- Furthermore...

Ah-ah! Not another word!
Th-that's a curtain.

Three square meals a day...

And bassington exits.

Mr. Chambers...

Listen to me,
plunkett, incorporated.

I'm in love with gilda. I adore her.
I'm quite insane about her.

I love you, gilda.

Oh, that's sweet to hear.

Gilda, sometimes I wonder
what I see in you.

You don't appreciate me,
and you know nothing about art.

Maybe you love me
because I'm an imbecile.

It must be something like that.

I really love you.

I'm amazed at myself.

It's sincere.
That's what gets my goat.

Gilda.

I'm very fond of you.

Oh. You're fond of me, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I don't like that.

I know what's the trouble.

I swear I'll break his neck!

Gilda, you're mine! Tell him to get out of
your life and stay out or I'll cut him to bits!

- Who?
- That pal of yours, Max plunkett.

Well, what's the verdict?

Are you jealous?

No. No, I'm not jealous.

The whole point is
that I just don't want any competition.

It belittles me in my own eyes.
It — it interferes with my work.

I — I can't paint when I'm worried.

All right. I'll tell Max.

See that you do. Understand?

Yes, sir.

Gilda.

Now please go.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow my life begins!

- Hello, Mr. Plunkett.
- Hello.

Oh! Mr. Curtis.

- How are you?
- I'm well, thank you.

- Good night, Mr. Plunkett.
- Uh, just a minute.

What are you doing here?

- At the moment I am leaving.
- I mean, you've seen miss Farrell?

Yes, I've seen gilda.

- Well!
- She's expecting you.

She has some news for you.

Mr. Curtis, I wish to, uh, broach
a rather delicate matter.

It concerns gilda.

Sit down.

Shoot!

Mr. Curtis...

What is your annual income,
in round figures?

In round figures... zero.

- May I ask what you live on?
- Nothing.

I survive by miracles.

Mr. Curtis, I must ask you man to man
to discontinue your attentions to gilda.

Now you're making very
unbecoming faces, Mr. Plunkett.

- She doesn't need you.
- Guess again!

Mr. Curtis, there's only one thing
I have to say to you.

Immorality may be fun, but it isn't fun
enough to take the place of 100% virtue...

And three square meals a day.

This is the way you talk to a man
who wears kaplan and mcguire union suits.

Mr. Plunkett, I shall report you
to your clients immediately.

Good night, sir.

- Yesterday it was Tom.
- Yes?

- Today it's George.
- Yes?

Okay.

Hoodlums.

Artistic bums.

Both of 'em put together
aren't worth a dime.

Gilda, no one knows better than you
how unselfish I've been...

In all matters pertaining to you.

- You've been nice.
- I've been marvelous.

No, just nice.

Gilda, I've been your friend
for five years...

And I want you to remain my friend
for the next 50 years, so please shut up.

Max, have you ever been in love?

This is no time to answer that.

Have you ever felt
your brain catch fire...

And a curious, dreadful thing
go right through your body...

Down, down to your very toes...

And leave you with your ears ringing?

That's abnormal.

Well, that's how I felt
just before you came in.

Yes? How'd you feel yesterday
after your promenade with Tom?

Just the opposite.

It started in my very toes
and came up, up, up very slowly...

Until my brain caught fire.

But the ringing in the ears
was the same.

Hello.

Hello.

Did you go for the laundry?

Hardly.

Why not?

Two cans of sardines, five francs.

Madame poperino, blackmail,
seven francs 50.

- No laundry.
- That's fine.

I haven't got a clean shirt
to my name.

Clean shirt?

What's up, a romance?

I'm not talking about pajamas.

I'm talking about a clean shirt.

I don't want to go around
looking like a rag picker.

I'm talking about a white shirt, a
shirt without a spot, without any holes...

That won't fall apart
when you unbutton your coat.

How old is the laundress?

Oh, she's about 45.

A young 45?

Oh, I don't know.

She goes barefoot.

She's, uh, rather plump,
a little soapy...

But a very interesting mustache.

Very charming, very charming.
Not my type.

Mustache or no mustache,
I need a clean shirt for tomorrow.

End of act one.

Curtain.

Don't read it.
I know it by heart.

You remember where bassington has found out
that Edgar was the man on the fire escape?

- All right, shoot!
- “There's a pause.

- Edgar smiles maddeningly.”
- go on, go on!

“Bassington plays with his beard
in order to cover his emotion.

Edgar speaks.

'I'm afraid, bassington, that you
are right, but nonetheless boring.'

bassington studies his fingernails
like a man of the world, crosses to left.

Edgar continues strumming his mandolin.

Bassington, resuming with his beard...

'I have only one thing to say to you.

Immortality may be fun...

But it's not fun enough
to take the place of 100°/o virtue...

And three square meals a day.

What's the matter?

- So! Double-crossing me, huh?
- What are you buzzing about?

You didn't write that speech alone,
and I know where you got it!

- Well, if you think —
- And don't try to lie out of it!

He was in here — Mr. Plunkett.

And it isn't difficult
to guess why he was here either.

So you've been making love to gilda.

- Now, listen, if you —
- I know!

“100% virtue
and three square meals a day!”

Wait a minute.

So you've heard that speech before!

Where did you hear that speech before?

Oh, I see.

Clean shirt, eh?

- So he caught you with gilda.
- It's a lie! He didn't catch me.

Very pretty work.
True blue George.

Look who's talking about true blue! I oughta
bust you right in that ugly pan of yours!

Let's behave like civilized people.

It's quite apparent beyond any question...

That you behaved in this matter
as a rather common, ordinary rat.

I'm leaving.

Where's my suitcase?

Or have you sold it to somebody?

This is a little silly,
after 11 years of friendship.

You should have
considered that earlier!

Do you mind a personal question?

Not at all.

Are you pretty hard hit?

That's none of your business.

- And you?
- Likewise.

What a pity we had to fall in love
with the same girl.

Charming, isn't she?

Rather.

Nice eyes.

Of a sort.

Well, I guess we're through.

Looks like it.

Curious to have a little bit of
feminine fluff breaking up our friendship.

Sad.

Quite a dilemma.

I wonder if she's worth it.

I wonder.

In fact, I doubt it.

There's only one thing we know about her —
She's full of deceit.

- She's trying to hang it on both of us.
- We shouldn't let her get away with it.

- She's a troublemaker.
- We ought to put our foot down.

You're right.
We oughtn't to let her break it up.

I've been listening to these
half-witted dramas of yours for 11 years!

Yes, and I've grown cockeyed looking
at those humpty-dumpty pictures of yours.

And we should give up all this on
account of some girl we met on a train?

- Third class!
- No woman's worth it.

Absolutely not.

No more clean shirts?

- We ignore her, 50-50.
- Fine.

- Sacrifice helps an artist.
- Exactly!

The sorrows of life
are the joys of art.

- I don't think we ought to discuss her anymore.
- Right.

If, uh, the occasion arises
which requires our mentioning her at all...

We'll refer to her
as, uh, miss Farrell.

- It'll make the whole thing more impersonal.
- Exactly.

Hey, George,
did you really sell my suitcase?

Yeah.

Okay.

Monsieur chambers
ou monsieur cun'is. Au telephone!

Telephone?

Well, um — oh.
Answer it if you wish.

Go ahead. I trust you.

Oh, thanks.

- Merci beaucoup.
- De rien.

Hello?

Yes?

Well, uh, just a second.

It's, uh — it's miss Farrell.

What do you want, gilda?

I beg your pardon.

I see.

I-I see.

Well, just a second, please.

- She wants to come up tomorrow.
- Tell her absolutely no.

Okay.

Uh, well...

Uh, well, hold the wire.

Miss Farrell's a little late.

It hardly matters.

I think we ought to be polite.

I'm going to assume
a very nonchalant attitude.

Don't forget. Nonchalant.

Vous étes bien monsieur cun'is
et monsieur chambers?

Oui.

Je les ai trouve's.
//s nab/tent ici.

- Au cinquieme.
- Merci bien.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

How do you do?

Tommy, you're such a child.

I'm so nervous.

Couldn't we all be
a little bit more nonchalant?

I came here to make a confession...

A confession hard to make
at 11:00 in the morning.

George.

Yes, please?

Sit down here.

Well...

- Shall I leave the room?
- No, please!

George. Dear George.

When I let you make love to me yesterday,
I didn't tell you something.

I didn't tell you that the day before,
Tom and I had...

Did he tell you?

- Thank you, Tommy.
- You're very welcome.

George, promise me
you won't start smashing furniture.

I'm more than fond of Tommy.

- I'm sorry, old man.
- Quite all right.

- Thank you.
- Okay!

Tom, when we were in the park —
Do you remember?

- Very well.
- I didn't tell you.

That morning I made a date with George
for the next evening in my house...

And I didn't call it off.

- And I want to be truthful. I —
- Oh, I see.

In other words,
you're very fond of George.

More than fond.

A thing happened to me
that usually happens to men.

You see, a man can meet two,
three, or even four women...

And fall in love with all of them...

And then, by a process of, uh,
interesting elimination...

He's able to decide
which one he prefers.

But a woman must decide purely on instinct,
guesswork, if she wants to be considered nice.

Oh, it's quite all right for her to try on a
hundred hats before she picks one out, but...

Very fine. But which chapeau
do you want, madam?

Both.

You see, George, you're sort of like
a ragged straw hat...

With a very soft lining.

A little bit out of shape...

Very dashing to look at...

And very comfortable to wear.

And you, Tom.

Chic, piquant, perched over one eye...

And has to be watched on
windy days.

And both so becoming.

Ohh!

Oh, I'm the most unhappy woman
in the world!

Poor girl.
She's in rather a tough spot.

Mm-hmm.

George.

Dear George, there's no use pretending
you could make me forget Tom.

- I'd miss him.
- You would not.

But for the sake of argument, okay.

And, Tom, if I went with you
up hill and down Dale...

He would haunt me
like a bogeyman.

It's a pitiful situation.

Well, if it'll make you happy,
I'm willing to step out.

Never mind the grandstand gesture!
I know how you'd step out — with a club.

On the other hand, if you feel
that you can't get along without her...

It wouldn't be the first sacrifice
I've made for you.

What sacrifice?
What have you ever done for me?

Look who's talking! Little rollo!

Why, you're the most self-centered,
egotistical, double-crosser I ever knew!

- Now, listen, if I —
- Shh! There you have it.

You hate him, he hates you,
and you both end up by hating me.

Boys, let's sit down.

Now let's talk it over from every angle
without any excitement...

Like a disarmament conference.

Bonsoir, messieurs. Ou'est-ce que
ces messieurs o'ésirent pour diner?

Le pain o'e veau est dé/iciewr.

Les co'te/ettes o'e mouton sont fraichement
cuites, et /es pieds o'e cochon sont mervei/ieux.

Mervei/ieux/

tres piquants/

uh, trois frankfurters.

Ah, hon.
Tres bien, messieurs, tout de suite.

Well? What do you think?

I think it can be worked out,
providing...

Yes, you're right.

“Providing.”

- Voila, messieurs.
- Merci.

Merci bien, messieurs.

Well, boys, it's the only thing we can do.
Let's forget sex.

Okay. Agreed.

- It may be a bit difficult in the beginning.
- But it can be worked out.

- Oh, it'll be grand!
- Save lots of time.

And confusion.

We're going to concentrate on work.

Your work.
My work doesn't count.

I think both you boys have
a great deal of talent, but too much ego.

You spend one day working
and a whole month bragging.

Gentlemen, there are
going to be a few changes.

I'm going to jump up and down
on your ego.

I'm going to criticize your work
with a baseball bat.

I'm going to tell you every day how bad your
stuff is until you get something good...

And if it's good, I'm going to tell you
it's rotten till you get something better.

I'm going to be a mother of the arts.

No sex.

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, no.

It's a gentleman's agreement.

Rotten, eh?

Listen, my dear girl, when it comes to
playwriting, you don't know your...

Your dear little elbow
from a barrel of flour.

The third act is marvelous.
I've never written anything better.

It's rotten.

Fortunately, I know that intellectually
you're still in rompers.

You should have realized by now, my dear, that
I hate stupidity masquerading as criticism.

Rotten.

So I've had enough of that.
You're ruining me. You're ruining my work.

You're just being cheap and malicious.

Rotten.

Very well. It's the last time
you're going to tell me that.

Good-bye, my dear.

- It was a complete flop in London.
- I'm sorry, but I don't ag...

- I beg your pardon.
- Forgive me for entering unannounced.

- Mr. Douglas is very busy.
- So they were kind enough to tell me downstairs.

- Mr. Douglas?
- Yes?

Mr. Douglas, I consider you
the greatest theatrical producer in London.

- In fact, in the world.

My dear young lady,
what precisely do you want?

Well, I've read your list of productions
for the next London season.

- Yes?
- They're very bad.

But believe me,
there's no need for you to despair.

The situation isn't entirely black,
Mr. Douglas.

Have you ever heard of a playwright
called Thomas chambers?

No, never!

You've never read a play called
good night, bassington?

Heavens, no! Never!

Well, here it is. Read it.
I'm sure you'll adore it.

It's a woman's play.

Good-bye.

Those faking art dealers!

Peanut brains! Parasites!

- Maybe he's right. Maybe they are —
- No, they are not!

- I don't know, gilda.
- Well, I know. Those paintings are great.

- And don't let anybody tell you they aren't.
- Three of them have.

Well, they're all fools. They'll be breaking
their necks to get hold of your work.

- Maybe when I'm dead.
- Stop it!

If you can't believe in yourself,
believe in me.

I'm no good.
It's getting obvious.

George, you're a fine painter. You're an artist.
You're going to be one of the great ones.

And if you lie down in the
middle of the road, I'll hate you!

Well, friends...

The gentleman addressing you...

Is none other than the illustrious
Mr. Thomas b. Chambers...

The new dramatic thunderbolt
of the London theater.

Good night, bassington...

Has been accepted.

- You don't mean it!
- Did you sign the contract?

In letters of fire.

One hundred pounds advance.

It's colossal!

- The bank of england.
- Uh-huh.

- That's a good bank, huh?
- It's the best!

By the way, gilda, I, uh...

I neglected to mention...

I'm supposed to go to London.

- To London?
- Tonight.

Uh, Mr. Douglas seems to think that
I might be of great help during rehearsals.

You know, half the play
depends on someone...

Bringing out its brittle quality.
Oh, yes.

What do you think? Should I go?

Oh, well, you could do a lot in London,
no doubt about that.

And it would help the publicity,
of course.

But on the other hand if you stayed here,
you could finish your new play.

And yet you might make some
valuable connections in London.

But I'm just wondering if you could do as good
work in the midst of all that hullabaloo...

As you could if you stayed here.

- Oh, well, Tom, I —
- Aw, gilda.

I couldn't do good work anywhere
without you, and you know it.

And if there should be any curtain calls after
that third act, how could I take the bows alone?

You're nice, Tom.

I'm not going.

Well, drop me a line from London,
old boy, will you?

- Righto!
- Right!

Step a little more forward,
Mr. Chambers.

That's it. Smile, please.

- Take off your hat, Mr. Douglas.
- Oh!

That's it. Hold it!

Well, in five weeks
you'll be taking the same train...

And the three of us'll sit
in the royal box at the opening.

En voiture/

en voiture/

- good-bye, boy.
- Good-bye, pal.

Good-bye, gilda.

Keep that old typewriter of mine
booted and spurred.

I will.

So long.

You've had enough today.

Please.

Okay, teacher.

I'll have to sew a button on there.

Gilda...

I'm a pretty gloomy guy tonight.

I have an idea I'm going to be
rather bad company.

Why don't you...

Why don't you go out
to a movie or something?

Tarzan is playing
at the adelphia theatre.

Go on, like a good girl.

Everything seems different,
doesn't it?

You'd better go, gilda, to Tarzan.

I fancy this, uh...

What you might call tension...

Would keep up for some weeks.

Wouldn't it be wiser
if I moved to a hotel?

Yes, ma'am.

I love you, gilda.
Why lie about it?

You can't change love
by shaking hands with somebody.

We're unreal, the three of us,
trying to play jokes on nature.

This is real.

A million times more honest
than all the art in the world.

I love you.

It's true we have
a gentleman's agreement...

But unfortunately
I am no gentleman.

My dearest gilda
and dear George.

This is the first letter
I've ever dictated...

So kindly overlook its correct spelling
and perfect punctuation.

An honest heart still beats beneath.

Exclamation point,
dash, paragraph.

Well, pals,
you'll be interested to know...

That all London is agog
with my wit and charm.

Underline “charm.”

Penod.

Lady upterdyke,
weight 203 ringside...

Has smuggled me into
her cage of trained social lions.

Here I am on exhibition nightly...

Up to my neck in duchesses.

Penod.

The play, by the way,
is in its second week of rehearsals...

And looks hotsy-totsy.

I beg your pardon, sir.
“Hotsy-totsy”?

Yes, hotsy-totsy.

And yet, dear friends,
these triumphs leave me sad.

In the midst
of all this pomp and glitter...

I always remember
that our play was written...

On that old
Remington number 2 typewriter...

And on a never-to-be-forgotten
diet of frankfurters.

Sir?

Hmm.

My heart is in the highlands of montmartre.

And the — come in. And the night
finds me pale and thoughtful, waiting...

And the night finds me
pale and thoughtful...

Waiting for the end of my exile
when the three of us...

Athos, Porthos
and mademoiselle D'Artagnan...

Will sit in the royal box at the opening...

Start the letter over.

Dear George and gilda:

Good luck.

As ever, Tom.

- Good evening, Mr. Chambers.
- Good evening. Good evening.

- Good evening, Mr. Chambers.
- Good evening.

- How's the house tonight?
- Completely sold out.

- Advance sale?
- Colossal!

- Audience behaving?
- Angelic.

- Applauding?
- Terrific.

Thanks.

- How are the programs selling tonight?
- Enormous!

- Busy?
- Tremendous.

And what were you doing
on the fire escape?

Cooling off.

3;

And what was your mandolin
doing in my bed?

I must ask you to leave
my mandolin out of this.

Edgar, I have only one thing to say to you.

Immorality may be fun,
but not fun enough...

To take the place of 100°/o virtue
and three square meals a day!

- That's the funniest show, I think. Don't you?
- You like that actor?

I really enjoyed that show very much.

- How do you do, Mr. Plunkett?
- How do you do?

- Oh, Mr. Chambers!
- Yes?

Well, hello.

That's a very funny play
you've got in there, in spots.

Thank you. Thank you.
How — how's Paris?

Oh, great. Fine.
Advertising going bigger than ever.

- The French are getting billboard crazy.
- I see. Hmm.

And how — how's Paris otherwise?

- Oh, you don't know what happened.
- No. What? What?

Well, it's, uh, quite a story.

The, uh, French government objected
to showing Napoleon in union suits.

Well, I was up against it for a while,
but I changed it...

To Julius Caesar.

I'll tell you something —
Outsold Napoleon 2-to-1.

- Hmm.
- Just goes to show.

Mm-hmm.

Anything — anything else going on in Paris?

Mmm, no. No.

Well, I'm glad I ran into you.
Yes. Pretty good play for the money.

Oh, Mr. Chambers. I almost forgot.
Best regards from George and gilda.

Oh, thanks, thanks.
How is George?

We're friends.

As you know, at first I was inclined to
withhold my approval of the whole thing...

But you know how much I like gilda.

It's true I didn't get to first base,
but lots of other people didn't either.

Yeah.

Uh, is George, uh — ls George
getting — getting along nicely?

Oh, great, great.
He painted me. A portrait, from here up.

- Hmm.
- That put him over in the art world. Yes, sir.

And, uh, how — how is gilda?

Fine. When they first broached the project of
painting me, I put my foot down, but gilda...

- How-how is she?
- Fine.

Turned out to be a great painting.
It's a masterpiece.

Looks exactly like me.
It's called “man with derby.”

- Mmm.
- Yes, sir.

French museum bought it.
Snapped it right up.

I'm hanging on exhibition
on the south wall.

- Hmm!
- Attracts lots of people.

Yes, sir.

Is, uh — ls gilda happy? Is she...

Oh, she's just crazy about that painting.

Well, I'm glad I ran into you.
I don't want to miss this last act. Yes.

My things, please.

Terrific tonight, isn't it?

Rather.

33

Excusez-moi.

C'est bien chez monsieur cun'is?

Non. Monsieur Curtis a déménagé.

Il demeure cent quinze
rue de la faisanderie.

- Merci bien.
- Ll n 'y a pas de quor, monsieur.

Pourrais-je par/er a monsieur cun'is?

- You want to talk to Mr. Curtis, don't you?
- Yes.

Well, I'm sorry,
but Mr. Curtis is not at home.

Oh. What time do you expect him back?

Well, Mr. Curtis is out of town.

That's too bad.

- Something important?
- Rather.

Well, I'll let you talk to his secretary.

To his, uh, secretary?

Yes, to his secretary. Please.

Hello.

- Mr. Curtis's secretary?
- The same.

My card.

“Thomas b. Chambers,
London's leading playwright...

And foremost wit.”

Oh, come on.
It doesn't say that.

It should.

- Hello, you old vampire, you!
- You hooligan!

- You Benedict Arnold!
- You...

Shall we be seated?

- Mmm! Like your suit.
- Oh, thanks very much.

I'm sorry George isn't here.

He's in nice.
He's painting a Mrs. Butterfield.

Really?

A rotund but noble creature
from des moines.

- Mmm. Des moines, Iowa.
- Yes.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Is it?

- I've so much to —
- To tell me.

Yes.

I can imagine.

Oh, Tommy, if you've forgiven George,
why not me?

- We did the same thing.
- Not at all.

George betrayed me for you.

Without wishing to flatter you,
I understood that.

I can still understand it.

But you betrayed me for George.

An incredible choice.

Tommy.

You didn't keep it oiled.

I did for a while.

The keys are rusty...

And the shift is broken.

But it still rings.

It still rings.

Does it?

Oh! Mr. Plunkett. Please.

Gilda?

- Hello, gilda.
- Hello.

I must get in touch
with George immediately.

I just got back from London, dropped into
the Luxembourg museum with some friends...

And big results for George.

- I'm glad.
- A commission for two portraits.

Mrs. Olsen of buffalo.
You know the buffalo olsens.

- Oh, yes.
- And Ernie Maxwell, the tomato juice man.

- The tomato juice man.
- Hmm. Both are willing to pay as high as...

Why, what's the matter?
Is George back? Why didn't you tell me?

- He came unexpectedly this morning.
- He did?

- Mm-hmm.
- George!

Shh! He's asleep.

He only arrived a couple of hours ago.
He had a dreadful night on the train.

You know, his old neuralgia's back.

Oh. Well, you tell him to get in touch
with me just as soon as he wakes up.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye. Thanks, Max.

- Oh, I almost — - shh!

I almost forgot to tell you.
Guess who I saw in London.

- The king?
- No, no, no! Tom chambers.

Oh. How is he?

Well, I wouldn't want George to hear this,
but if you ask me, no good.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You made the right choice,
all right — in a way.

That guy in there — 10 times as good.

Max, do me a favor. Go away.

Of course, I know, you always had
a soft spot for this fellow chambers.

Please, Max. I've a terrible headache.

Why, what's the matter?
Anything wrong?

No. Just one of my blue days.

- Can I do anything for you?
- No, Max, please!

Well, uh, don't tell George
that I even mentioned Tom.

I wouldn't want to be mixed up —
You know how it is.

- It's a rather delicate matter.
- And you don't want to broach it.

- No.
- Then don't.

- Good-bye, Max.
- Good-bye.

- Thanks.
- Why don't you try some aspirin?

Oh, you're sweet, Max,
but aspirin won't help this time.

- Nothing serious, I hope.
- I hope not.

Well, if — if anything should happen...

I'll come to you
and ask for your advice.

- Will you?
- Always, Max.

- Thank you, gilda.
- Thank you.

Good-bye.

Breakfast is ready.

No orange juice?

We never have any.

Darling, will you remember after this —
Orange juice every morning, hmm?

Large glass.

Every morning, huh?

Except Sunday.

Uh, baked apple.

It's going to make a big revolution
in my menu.

The eggs are just right.

You can have mine too.

- No eggs for gilda?
- No.

- Conscience bothering you?
- No.

Confused?

Very much so.

- Gilda.
- Yes?

Is George still given to smashing things?

Well, we have to tell him the truth
regardless of what happens to the furniture.

I wonder if he'll hit me.

He was never very civilized.

You're right.
He is kind of — kind of barbaric.

You know, gilda, we did
a marvelous job on that third act...

And I have a feeling that if we got together
and collaborated on a note to leave behind...

And really worked on it...

It would not only be
a very fine piece of literature...

But it might save me a black eye.

No, no, I can't run away.
I don't know how I'm going to tell him.

I don't dare think.

I don't even know
what I'm going to tell him.

It's very simple.

You love me.

That's the only thing
I'm sure of right now.

Let's forget the rest.
Let's not talk about it.

We've two more days.
Let's enjoy them.

Oh, my dear!

Tommy, I never forgot you.

In fact, you never left me.

You haunted me like a nasty ghost.

On rainy nights, I could hear you
moaning down the chimney.

Tommy. Tommy.

- What'll we do after lunch?
- We'll take a long walk for our digestion.

Oh, yes, let's walk and walk
until we're dead tired.

Gilda, I've got a better idea.

Let's stay home instead.

Well, London Louie,
the old rat himself!

- You phony playwright! How are you?
- I'm fine.

- When did you arrive?
- La-last night.

Boy, I can't tell you how...

- How are you, darling?
- Fine.

I forgot to kiss you.
You can blame him.

- Well, how are you, pal?
- Ouch! Fine.

Lucky I walked out on the butterfields.

Well, what happened?

Oh, a very involved argument
about la butterfield's double chin.

I said to her,
“madam, I am an artist, not a masseur.”

Up speaks Mr. Butterfield, and, uh...

What are you doing in that suit?

Tuxedo for breakfast, huh?
Is that a new London custom?

- George — - I didn't ask you.

Well, Tom.

You know what I'm thinking.

It's true.

- George — - shut up!

Well, that's one way
of meeting the situation.

Shipping clerk comes home,
finds missus with boarder.

He breaks dishes.

It's pure burlesque.

Then there's another way.

Intelligent artist returns unexpectedly,
finds treacherous friends.

Both discuss the pros and cons
of the situation in grown-up dialogue.

High-class comedy,
enjoyed by everybody.

And there's a third way.

I'll kick your teeth out, tear your head
off and beat some decency into you!

Cheap melodrama. Very dull.

George, stop it.

Still very dull.

I suppose you feel sorry for him.

I feel sorry for you.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

But it was inevitable.

Go on.
Get out of here, both of you.

It's hard to believe I —
I loved you both.

- George!
- I don't want any part of either of you.

Go on! Go with him in his top hat
and fancy pants and silly name in lights...

And good luck to both of you!

The London train leaves at 4:00.

You'll be very happy.

I promise.

Thank you, Tom.

I'll pack.

Good-bye, George.

You did the right thing
about the butterfields.

And, George...

After I've gone, don't change.

Don't ever bow to double chins.

Stay an artist.

That's important.

In fact, the most important thing.

I didn't want to praise you in front of
gilda, but you certainly pack a wicked right.

A real wallop.

There are a number of things here
which belong to her.

Oh, that's all right. Never mind.

No, no, I don't want them.
Where shall I send them?

Forward them in my name
in care of the Carlton theatre, London.

- And her mail?
- Same place. I'll see that she gets it.

- Anything else?
- Not that I can think of.

If anything should come up,
will you be at this address?

That's immaterial. I don't wish
to enter into any correspondence.

As you wish.

Better tell her to hurry up.
It's getting to be a strain.

- Well, you gotta give her a chance to pack.
- Well, tell her to hurry up!

All right! All right!
Hurry up, gilda!

Hurry up, darling.

Here, you rattlesnake.

- So that's how you feel.
- Yes, that's how I feel. Understand?

Perfectly.

I felt that way once.

Gilda, have you got room in your trunk?

Here. For you.

- What's that?
- A note from gilda.

“Tommy dear.

I am running away because I am afraid
your house in London has a chimney too...

And I fancy on rainy nights,
I would hear...

And I fancy on rainy nights,
I would hear that old devil George moaning.

So be nice, and let me be nice.

Maybe I'll like it. Gilda.”

- You think she'll come back?
- No.

Should we try to find her?

What's the use?

The mother of the arts
wants to be a nice girl.

Tragic.

No, it's comic.

Two slightly used artists
in the ash can.

You'll get drunk.

It's the only sensible thing to do.

To gilda.

To gilda.

Would you care to hit me?
Please help yourself.

Sorry. I'm too high-class.

- A gentleman, huh?
- To my fingertips.

May I refer you to a letter sent to you
from London in a similar crisis?

A very high-class document.

I could have enclosed
some smallpox germs easily.

But you didn't.

Very considerate.

Let's drink to that.

To smallpox germs.

In Latin, vario/a cocci.

I think we're being very sensible.

Extremely.

- Good for our livers.
- Good for our immortal souls.

But bad for our stomachs.

Ah! That's loose thinking.

What's bad for your stomach
may be highly entertaining for my stomach.

I'm glad the conversation
has taken a scientific turn.

Well, it's better than
discussing this gilda.

- We must forget gilda.
- Utterly.

- Let's change the subject.
- Right.

Let's talk about something entirely new.

Let's talk about ourselves.

Very interesting.

- To ourselves.
- No.

It's bad taste.

Well, we can't drink to nothing.

Well, it's better
than drinking to ourselves.

- To nothing.
- No!

I refuse to be silly.

That's right.

Well, there must be a reason
for drinking.

- To, uh — - no!

I beg your pardon.

To kaplan and mcguire.

Uh, don't be hasty.

To kaplan.

And now to mcguire.

A letter to my mother.

Mrs. Oscar f. Plunkett,
utica, New York.

Dear mama:

I will arrive on the 25th of this month
on the us. Liner s.S. Manhattan.

I will be accompanied
by miss gilda Farrell.

Miss gilda Farrell is the daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony g. Farrell...

Of Fargo, north Dakota.

- Got the ring?
- Check.

- Feel nervous, Max?
- No.

Had a fine nap.
Fee! A hundred percent.

How does it feel to be Mrs. Plunkett?
Any different?

Well, it feels like standing
with your feet on the ground.

Peaceful, Max, and so secure.

You bet.

It's going to be nice
to be a law-abiding citizen.

Gilda!

What lovely flowers.

“Strump and egelbauer.”

Very fine people,
strump and egelbauer.

- Biggest cement people in town.
- Oh.

Oh, you'll like 'em.

They sound adorable.

- Gilda.
- Yes, Max?

Now that it's all over —
The excitement, et cetera...

I'd like to know,
what's your attitude?

My attitude? Well, toward what?

I mean, do you love me?

Oh, Max.

People should never ask that question
on their wedding night.

It's either too late or too early.

I'm your wife, Max.

That's well put.

- Gilda, it's 9:30.
- Oh, that late?

Yes, and I have an appointment
in the morning, 10:15 sharp.

Oh, yes.

Beautiful!

“Kaplan and mcguire”!

Your friends from now on,
as well as mine.

What did they do that for?

Why, they want to remember us.
I think it's very nice of them.

This is no time for remembering.

It would have been much more tactful
of them to forget. I think it's offensive.

Oh, well, now,
that's a closed chapter in your life.

Anyhow, you've nothing
to worry about on that score.

- I've forgiven you.
- Forgiven me? For what?

Oh, that's all right.

- Well, I don't want to be forgiven!
- Well, I forgive you just the same.

It'll make you feel better.

It's their idea of a joke.

I can just see them sitting in China,
laughing their heads off.

About what?

It's a rotten trick.

- It's cheap.
- Well, it shouldn't surprise you.

They never fooled me for a minute.
Hooligans.

Max, I don't care
to discuss them at all...

But if you ever feel it's necessary
to mention them...

Don't call them hooligans!

Oh, well, of course,
they have some fine qualities.

Please stop talking about them!

It's my wedding night.

Leave those two boys
where they are — in China!

I've an appointment tomorrow morning.

10:15 sharp. It's important.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello.

Well, gilda. Great news for you.

- Our party's in the bag.
- Really?

- Yes, sir. Guess what.
- I give up.

- Mr. Egelbauer has accepted.
- Is that good?

Say, listen,
I'll guarantee you one thing...

Let this party be a success, and inside of
two weeks we'll be invited to the egelbauers.

I see.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Oh, don't talk like that.

Strump and egelbauer are figuring on the greatest
publicity campaign in the history of cement.

Well, what about the strumps?
Don't we have to invite them too?

Mr. Strump comes first.
“Strump and egelbauer.”

No, no, no.
We can't have them at the same time.

- They're not on speaking terms.
- That's right.

I forgot about Mr. Strump
and Mrs. Egelbauer.

Oh, don't mention that!
Don't even breathe it.

- I won't.
- You promise?

Promise.

Word of honor?

Cross my heart.

And please don't worry about the strumps.

A week from Tuesday
we have the strumps.

That's diplomacy.

And if this strump party
is a big social success...

Is there any chance
we'll be invited to the strumps?

- It's a cinch.
- What a season!

Everybody, please. Everybody who wants to
play twenty questions, all in the living room.

Everybody who wants to play
twenty questions, all in the living room.

Oh, that sounds fun!

Everybody who wants to play...

Gilda, what are you doing here?

- Just resting between rounds.
- Oh.

Well, we're going to play twenty questions
in the living room.

- Mr. Egelbauer's requested it.
- Oh, Max!

Oh, it's gonna be great fun.

But I've had so much fun all evening.
It's almost too much for me.

Post office with kaplan and mcguire.

Drop the handkerchief
with the linoleum group.

But Mr. Egelbauer...

Well, I've just played
going to Jerusalem with Mr. Egelbauer.

Well, now he wants to play
twenty questions.

Oh, you've got to come.
There's no way of getting out of it.

All right.

We'll start right away.

- Shh!
- Shh!

All right, gilda.

Is it animal, vegetable or mineral?

Are you expected?

No, not exactly expected.

Anticipated, uh, hoped for
and dreamed about.

- Do you wish to see Mr. Plunkett?
- No!

- Positively no.
- Mrs. Plunkett, if you please.

Mrs. Plunkett is engaged
in playing twenty questions.

- She can't be disturbed.
- Oh! Oh, I see.

- Twenty questions?
- Mmm.

- Hmm.
- It makes it rather difficult.

Well, uh, what you say, inspector?

I beg your pardon.
This is inspector Knox.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do?

Well, sergeant — excuse me.
Sergeant O'Toole.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, sir?

Headquarters.

Shall I notify them?

Oh, no, don't bother, please.
We'll, uh — we'll wait.

- Any trouble?
- No, no, not at all.

We're only here in behalf
of the policeman's benefit ball.

- About some tickets?
- Righto.

All right. Wait if you want to.

Well, uh, inspector...

How did the Butler strike you?

- A dual personality.
- Hmm.

Shall we, uh, look over the premises?

Righto, sergeant.

We may run into some valuable clues.

- Shall we start with the kitchen?
- No.

- Let's begin with the boudoir.
- Ah.

- Animal, vegetable or mineral?
- Animal!

- Gilda!
- I won't do it!

I guessed Mr. Egelbauer in 10 questions,
and that's enough. I'm worn out.

Gilda, I insist.

I won't do it!

- You're ruining everything.
- I don't care!

I won't ask Mr. Egelbauer to sing.

- All right. Then I'll have to ask him myself.
- Fine!

- And you'll have to come downstairs and listen.
- Nothing doing.

But he-he —
He brought his music.

I'm not going to listen
to that egelbauer sing!

I won't! I won't! I won't!

Oh, please, Max, let me rest.

All right. Get your rest.

Take two minutes and come down.

Oh, egelbauer!

- [J' egelbauer]
- J' egelbauer]

[J' egelbauer]

Well, dear me. Look who's here.

How did you get in?

- Shall we tell her?
- I would. We have nothing to conceal.

The stork brought us.

I thought you were in China.

We moved.

- Shall we sit down?
- Yes, please.

That's Tom.

- And that's George.
- And this is gilda.

Oh, no, that's not gilda.
That's Mrs. Plunkett.

- No, that's gilda.
- Oh, let's see.

Well, there's a certain resemblance.

You're right. It's Mrs. Plunkett.

But from here — from here she looks
a teeny-weeny bit like Max.

- Maybe it's Mr. Plunkett.
- Oh, I doubt it.

J' falling ieafj'

j and fading tree j

j love —j

- he really fell in the river?
- Feet first!

What's this?
What's going on here?

We have callers from China.

What are you doing here?

- Shh!
- We're hiding from Mr. Egelbauer.

Shh!

Listen, this is no time for jokes.
I haven't invited you.

I don't want you here,
and neither does gilda.

Gilda, you must come down.
Egelbauer's on his second song.

- Egelbauer! Egelbauer!
- Well, what am I going to say? What am I going to do?

One moment, Mr. Plunkett.

Question: Who is this Mr. Egelbauer?

You see, Mr. Egelbauer
is not only a first-rate singer...

But he's also the head
of strump and e...

I want you two to leave
these premises at once!

Well, inspector, what do you think?

Animal, vegetable or mineral?

Vegetable.

Jswj

j good-bye, summerj

j good-bye j

j good-bye j

j good-bye j

Egelbauer!

J good-bye j

j good-bye jj

What do you mean
by smashing into all this?

You arranged all this.
You were expecting 'em.

Don't be silly. I arranged nothing.
I knew nothing about it.

- Well, how'd they get here then?
- The stork brought 'em.

Oh, I see. I see what you mean.
Hooligans!

That's what they are,
and that's what they always will be!

Maybe they are.
Maybe I'm a hooligan too.

Maybe I want to be a hooligan.

No. No, gilda, no. No, you don't. No.
Now, we've got to calm down.

- Uh, you want a glass of water?
- No, thank you.

Now, I'm willing to drop the whole matter.
I forgive you.

Are you starting to forgive me again?

Now, just relax and be a good girl.
I'll handle this.

You let me go down first,
and I'll sell them the idea that...

That you've had an attack of hiccups.

And then two minutes later you come down,
and you tell Mr. Egelbauer...

- I'll tell him!
- Yes. You tell Mr. Egelbauer that you're extremely sorry.

Make a simple little apology,
but sincere.

Say that you heard his singing
all the way upstairs...

And even at that distance
it was wonderful.

Now, listen, plunkett, incorporated!

You go down to those customers of yours
and give them a sales talk.

Sell them anything you want,
but not me.

I'm fed up with underwear,
cement, linoleum!

I'm sick of being a trademark
married to a slogan!

- Gilda!
- Don't you tell 'em I've got hiccups.

Tell 'em I've got the advertising blues,
the billboard collywobbles!

Slogans and sales talks
morning, noon and night...

And not one human sound out of you
and your whole flock of egelbauers!

That's just a lot of words.
There's only one issue here.

If this strump and egelbauer deal
is spoiled, I'll know just who to blame.

- Where — where is everybody?
- I think they've all gone home.

Gone home? What for? Why?

- You should never have socked mcguire.
- Socked mcguire?

I admit I was a bit careless, but how should
I know kaplan would creep up in the back?

That's partnership.

- Kaplan? Creep up in the back?
- Yes.

But the real surprise of the evening
was egelbauer.

- He starts slow —
- But warms up. Wonderful footwork.

Wh-what — what — what happened?

- Was there a fight?
- A marvelous fight!

It was quite a demonstration.

Oh!

- Gilda!
- I know all about it.

I'm awfully sorry, Max,
but it all can be remedied very easily.

But we've got to do something
about it at once.

Quite right. But let me do it. After all, it's my
friends who caused the trouble, and I'm to blame.

- Well, what do you — - Max, I'm going to
make a great sacrifice for your business.

I'm going to leave you.

Leave me? You're crazy.
That won't help.

Oh, yes, it will, tremendously.

Now, tomorrow you put on your nicest derby
and you go and call on your customers...

And tell 'em
you've separated from your wife...

Because of her connection
with those two terrible wretches.

I guarantee you, you'll be considered the
biggest martyr in the history of cement.

So, I see.

That's the way you feel about the matter.

Good old Max. Cheer up.

You really haven't any complaints.

I've more than doubled your business
since our bridal night...

And after I leave you,
it's liable to triple.

That's all you really wanted anyway.

Now, gilda, be sensible.

Oh. That's Mr. Egelbauer.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Mr. Egelbauer.

Oh, how are you, Mr. Egelbauer?

80! And poor Mrs. Egelbauer —
How is she?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Well, Mr. Egelbauer, you must realize that
I had nothing to do with it whatsoever.

Good-bye, Max.

Gilda, just a minute!
Y-Yes, Mr. Egelbauer?

Oh, I can explain everything
to your fullest satisfaction.

I guarantee it.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Egelbauer.
Oh, that's big of you.

Tomorrow morning, 9:00 sharp.

Oh, you've made me a very happy man,
Mr. Egelbauer!

Now we'll have some fun.
Back to Paris.

- To the same old studio?
- The same old dump.

- And work!
- Gmm.

- But you can't paint in that suit.
- I'll burn it.

- And you can't write in that top hat.
- In the ash can with it!

Let's hear, gilda.
Can you still say “rotten”?

Rotten!

Gilda, you gonna criticize us
with that baseball bat of yours?

Till you say “uncle.”

Ha-ha! Gilda!

Dear critic!

But, boys, this is very important. There's
one thing that has to be understood.

- I know.
- Yes, we know.

It's a gentleman's agreement.