All language subtitles for Next Time We Love (1936).eng

It's right down
this street here.

What's the name of the place,
buddy? The George Washington?

No. Martha Washington.
It's a hotel for women.

Oh, yeah?

There it is,
right where that light is.

Wait right here.

Will you call up Ms. Cicely Hunt
and tell her Mr. Tyler's here, please?

- Just a minute, young man.
- Oh, no. I'm in a hurry.

She's waiting for me.

Cicely Hunt? She's checked out.

Oh, well, there must be some mistake.
Will you ring her room anyway, please?

There's no one in her room.
She's checked out, I told you.

Oh, there's a young lady over there
seems to be waiting for somebody.

Cicely.

Hey, Cicely, darling,
you've got to wake up.

(MOANS)

Hey, you've got a train to catch,
young lady. It leaves at 6:30.

Hmm?

Oh.

I'm sorry, darling. I hate to wake
you up. You looked so funny asleep.

Oh, porter, put those
in the taxi, will you?

Oh, I was having such a
nice dream. Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.
Pennsylvania Station.

I meant to get up sooner, but our
city editor kept us all waiting around

for a flash on
Lindbergh's flight to Paris.

Oh, any word? No. He
hasn't been sighted yet.

I had to cover the story
about the referee

stopping the fight at the Polo
Grounds to pray for Lindbergh.

Pretty good yarn.

Front page? Well, I hope
to tell you the front page.

That's two front page
stories this week.

Pretty soon they'll be putting
your name on your stories.

Yeah.

This cab goes fast enough,
but that train will go a lot faster.

It's pretty awful, isn't it? Oh,
darling, don't talk like that.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

Whoever said that?

Juliet, I think.
A lot she knew.

(BABY CRYING)

I could have let you
dream a little longer.

I'm glad you didn't. It gives
us this many more minutes.

I'll meet you at the
train, boss. All right, fine.

It'll be weeks and weeks,
won't it, before we...

Oh, you'll be busy.

(GIGGLES)

Yes. Junior prom with
little boys from Princeton.

Rehearsals for
The Merchant of Venice.

Student Council.

Well, anyway, there's just
one more year after that.

By that time, you'll be
wealthy and important.

A year and a half almost.

Time enough for you to meet
girls who've already gotten started,

newspaperwomen and artists
and, well, not just college girls.

Yes, and time enough for you
to meet a lot of college guys

who have time for weekends.

I don't mean that any more
than you meant what you said.

Chris, if you did meet a girl you
didn't have to wait for, I'd understand.

What would you understand? It
doesn't seem fair to you, that's all.

A girl away at college is such a
useless person to be in love with.

Darling, I think
you're very sweet

and understanding
about a young man's problems,

but do you mind very much
if I just go on loving you

and do without the artist or the
newspaperwoman or whatever she is?

If there was one, I'd come
right up and scratch her eyes out.

Trains for Manhattan Transfer.

Newark, Elizabeth,
Princeton Junction,

Trenton and Atlantic City.

All aboard!

We still have time.
Let's wait out here.

(EXCLAIMS)

What'll I tell Ms. Dudley
about the dentist?

Dentist? That was my
excuse to come to New York.

Well, don't you have an old
inlay that looks like new?

Yeah. There's one looks like
it's been put in today.

- Yeah?
- Right there.

I put your bag under the
third seat, boss. Oh, fine. Here.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Well, I suppose there's some
satisfaction in doing what's sensible.

Yes. Particularly
when there isn't much choice.

You ought to do what I do.

When you get up in the morning,
you should say to yourself, "Day by day",

"in every way, I get sensibler
and sensibler."

CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

Cicely, darling, what would
happen if you didn't take this train?

Why? It wouldn't matter
if you wanted me to stay.

Now stay right there.
Stay right there.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

If there's anything I object to...

it's demonstrations
of affection in public places.

Me, too.

It's just one flight up.

The key.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Chris, I like this. I don't
really rate all this luxury.

I... I mean...

I mean bedroom
and sitting room.

They just let me have it while...
While the real tenant is away.

He's a foreign correspondent on
our paper, down in Mexico now.

What will you do
when he comes back?

Oh, well, they'll send him away some
place else, Timbuktu or some place.

Is that how newspaper
correspondents live?

Well, the successful ones do.

Lots of people who got famous
afterwards lived in this house, didn't they?

Important people.

Yeah. The landlady will tell
you all about them sometime.

She's the Italian woman
who lives in the basement

and cooks marvelous spaghetti
dinners for her favorite tenants.

Yeah. She'll tell you
all about them.

Oh, she'll tell you
about O. Henry.

He used to live
right here in this house.

You told me.

Oh.

Darling, I know as well as you
do we're making conversation

and doing it badly.

Never mind, let's go on.

Well, you might take off
your hat and coat.

I mean, I wouldn't take it
too seriously if you did.

I mean...

There really isn't very
much of a view from here,

but we have a very fine view of
a tree from this one over in there.

Oh, nice.

(SNIFFING)

I can smell the North River
and almost see the ships.

Hey, Cicely, you're shaking.
No, I'm not.

Oh, my darling, say
you're glad and I'll be glad.

Or say you're sorry
if that's true.

I'll send you back to college
on the next train.

I'll think of some excuse
that will be all right.

I'm glad!

What made you decide
not to take the train?

You asked me not to. No. I
mean what made you say yes?

Oh, I made up my mind long ago I'd
say yes if you ever asked me to stay.

There's never been anyone
else for me. Nor for me.

Chris, I can't be...

I can't be sensible.

Not when you're
so close and I'm so happy.

Where do I sit? Here?
Just not too close.

Chris, just because I got off that train
this morning, I don't want you to think...

Well, I mean, it isn't
necessary... Think what?

Well...

Are you trying to tell me that
I don't have to marry you?

Why, darling...
Somebody has to be sensible.

A girl at 21 is older in many
ways than a man is at 25.

Oh, yeah? Yeah, I know all
about that superstition, Grandma.

If I were your grandmother,
you know what I'd advise you?

What big eyes
you have, Grandma.

I'm serious.
If I came to you and said,

"Grandma, I love this girl and I earn
$25 a week as a newspaper reporter,

"and I want to marry and live happily
ever after," do you know what I'd say?

No. What would you say,
Grandma?

I'd say, "It's the spring, my
son, nothing but the spring."

The trouble with you, Grandma,
is you're old fashioned.

And the trouble with you,
Grandpa, is that I adore you.

There's somebody at the door.

Hey! Hey! Tommy, come here.
A friend of mine.

Cicely, this is Thomas Abbott.
Cicely Hunt.

He lives downstairs in front. He's in the
motion picture business and he's crazy.

How do you do, Tommy?
How do you do?

Hey, what are you doing out
at this hour in the morning?

I was just coming in.

Well, how long will it take
you to pull yourself together?

How much together?

Mr. Abbott, how would you like
to be a witness at our wedding?

Hey, let me get this thing straight.
Something about a wedding?

- Yep.
- Yours, I suppose?

- When?
- This morning.

Now go on. Get a shower
and get dressed.

But, Chris!

What am I going to wear?

My blue georgette
or my striped pants?

Have you got striped pants?

Have I got striped pants.

Then he can be our best man
if he has striped pants.

Well, I don't suppose the best
man can say, "This is so sudden."

I didn't get a chance
to say it myself.

Well, let's get organized. Now,
who you going to get for best maid?

- I mean maid of honor.
- I don't know.

Everybody I know is off at school.

- Why not Madame Donato?
- Why not?

I'll rush right down
and ask her.

I'll have to call the office, too.

I'll be right back, darling.
Goodbye. Goodbye.

And I thought the best man was the
one supposed to do the rushing around.

You know, calming the hysterical
bride or sobering up the bridegroom.

There must be something...
Sobering up?

There's an idea, a cold shower.

Right away, quick. Goodbye.
I'll see you later.

Goodbye.

(CORK POPPING)

And now we drink to... Let's
see, who do we drink to now?

There's nobody left.

Look, let's just drink.

I've got an idea. How about
the clerk in the marriage bureau?

- Yes.
- To the clerk.

Now, wait. Don't drink it all on
the clerk. I want to propose a toast.

Here's to Tommy.

May he be as good a friend of
Chris and Cicely as he is of just Chris.

(COUGHS)

That's a very nice toast,
even if it did get up your nose.

I guess I'm not used
to drinking champagne.

Oh, well, cold shower, champagne.
Champagne, cold shower. So it goes.

- I'm so happy!
- Oh, my darling!

(CLEARS THROAT)

I've got to call the office.

Oh, why bother? They get
newspapers out every day.

No, I'd better call them.
I'll be right back.

I wonder what it is they do to
newspapermen to make them work so hard?

Maybe they hypnotize them. They
don't have to do anything to Chris.

I know. He likes his work,
and I envy him.

I hope he never stops.

I think that's what makes him
such an exciting person.

I'm sorry. That's all right.
It's your wedding day.

Go ahead and talk about him.

There doesn't seem to be
much else on my mind

except my marriage and
what I've got to do not to spoil it.

Aren't you beginning to worry
a little early? It's only 2:00.

Oh, I'm in such a whirl,
I can't make sense.

What I mean is, well,
I've made a resolution.

I'm simply not going to be
a burden to Chris.

How do you propose
not to be a burden?

I'm going to have work
of my own to do.

You see, we both feel that
the trouble with most marriages

is that the women haven't
got anything to do.

They just hang on to the man and keep
them from doing the things they want to.

And you've figured all
that out since this morning?

No. We've done a lot of talking
about marriage. In theory, anyway.

Only now it's sneaked
up on you. Yes.

Just what sort of work
do you want to do?

I'd like to go on the stage.

Can you act?

I did quite a lot in college.

Well, I know a lot of people in
the theater. Maybe I can help you.

That would be nice.

Uh-oh. Bad news from the front.

- Of all the dirty tricks!
- What's the matter?

- Somebody just murdered Dutch Hoeffler.
- A friend of yours?

Yeah. No. No. He's a gangster.

They want me to go over to Jersey
City right away and get the dope.

Well, didn't you tell them
you just got married?

Yes, I told them
and they told me

Dutch Hoeffler
just got murdered,

so what about it?

You see, I wrote the first story on
Dutch when he was first arrested.

Now it's all broken wide open.
I don't know what to do.

Of course you have to go, darling.

It's not a very nice
wedding day for you.

I would marry a newspaperman.

I don't know when I'll be back.

Oh, I... Here's the key
to the apartment.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Tommy.
- Bye, Chris.

- Well, I guess, I...
- Oh, have some champagne.

No, thank you. I've been up
so long, I guess I'm a little jittery.

I don't wonder.

You must think I'm an awful
ninny, all my talk about marriage

and Chris' work, and now just
because he has to go to Jersey City...

I've got an idea.

I'm due at a dress rehearsal of a play
my company is considering for pictures.

If you want to go along it's okay.
You can leave whenever you want to.

- Would it be all right?
- Certainly.

And besides, you'll meet some people
in the theater it'll be good for you to know.

- Oh, I'd love to go.
- All right. Hey, boy.

WAITER: Yes, sir.

- Good evening, Madame Donato.
- Hello, Mrs. Tyler.

- Is Mr. Tyler in?
- Yes. He just threw me out.

He is? Do you suppose
it's all right for me to go up?

- I think if you be very quiet.
- It's all right. I have work to do, too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

How are you, darling?
How'd the rehearsal go?

Oh, Chris, listen. Mr. Jennings
just gave me two new lines.

Isn't that marvelous?

- Wonderful.
- Listen, how's your work going?

- Listen. Wait till I...
- Listen to this...

I'm sorry. It wasn't anything.
You go on.

I just finished
this Mussolini thing for Sunday.

Oh, did you? Read it to me.

- Want to hear it?
- Yeah.

The disaster at Caporetto
was a nightmare five days old...

and now still through the
village north of the Piave,

deserters slunk homeward
with no one to hinder them.

Italy had not been more
utterly at the mercy of the enemy

since the last of the Roman
legions fled from Attila.

Only one man to rally
a prostrate nation,

Mussolini raised
his shrill voice

above the babbling panic and put new
courage into the hearts of his countrymen.

That was his real beginning.

Oh, that's grand, Chris.

You think that's all right, huh?

You don't think it's too fancy?

Certainly not. Wait till
I put my things away.

I don't know. I think maybe
I'll tone it down a little.

I wouldn't change
a single word of it.

- You wouldn't?
- No.

Look, Chris, would you mind cuing me?
I want to be sure of these new lines.

Sure. Sure. Where does it start?
Right there?

"Bell."

(MIMICS BELL RINGING)

Yes, Mr. Cranton.
"And a little buttered toast."

Yes, Mr. Cranton.

Mr. Cranton, I hope you
won't mind my saying this, but...

"Ahead my child."

Well, I couldn't help overhearing
what Mr. Brown said to you,

and I want you to know
that I'm terribly sorry and if...

I'd do anything to help you.
Anything at all.

- Look, darling, that last line...
- Yes. What about it?

(STUTTERS) I don't think you mean
that you'd do anything for him.

I mean, when you say
"anything at all" like that,

it sort of sounds
as if you mean that...

That's the way I did it at
rehearsal, exactly like that.

Oh, I know, I know, but,

after all, you're just playing a maid's part.
You don't have to get so emotional about it.

I'm not emotional.

All right. Okay. I...

Okay. Forget about it.

I just thought... Now we'll
go on, here. "Kind of you."

"Kind of you"?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Maybe I'd just better
go over it myself.

Well, I'm sorry, darling. I didn't think
you'd mind a little honest criticism.

I don't mind criticism.

But you wouldn't like it
if I made fun of your story.

Anyhow, I don't need
to do it now.

Well, wait a minute. I...
It's all right.

Chris.

Oh, I'm such a goose.

Darling, I'm so ashamed,
taking myself so seriously.

Well, I got a lot of nerve
trying to tell you how to act.

But it is fun, isn't it? Each of
us so busy and getting on a little.

That's just the way
we figured, isn't it?

Can it keep on like this getting
better and better, month after month?

Sometimes I'm so happy
it frightens me.

Yeah, you always want to
worry about something, don't you?

Please read me
the rest of your story.

Oh, no. After you've
read me your scene.

Give me a kiss first?

MAN: All right, I'll tell him.
Goodbye.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- I'll be back after dinner. About 9:00.
- Yes, Mr. Carteret.

- Hello, Mr. Carteret.
- Hello, Tyler.

- I read your Sunday story on Russia.
- Thank you very much, sir.

I didn't say I liked it.

For plain reporting, it's a little
too fancy. Not enough facts.

It's pretty hard to get the facts
when you're 5,000 miles away.

Where'd you learn Italian?

Oh, when I was a kid, my family
dragged me over most of Europe.

You speak any other languages?
French and German.

I suppose you've heard about
the vacancy in our Rome office?

Yes, sir, I heard about that.

Oh, I see.

That accounts for all those
European Sunday stories of yours.

Oh, no, I wouldn't say that.

See me after dinner. About 9:00.

Yes, sir.

Wait down there somewhere.
I'll only be a minute.

(DOOR RATTLES)

(SHUSHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

You know, you two are
beginning to get on my nerves.

Finish your drink
and beat it, will you?

Has Ms. Tyler gone on yet?

She's upstairs.
She'll be down in a minute.

Okay. Thanks.

- Chris!
- Darling!

Darling, the most marvelous
thing has happened.

Now, you'd better
send out for Jennings

and tell him.
I just saw him out front.

Tell him what?
I just have a moment...

What are you talking about?

We're going to Rome
next week. Rome?

Rome, Italy.

You'll have to tell Jennings
to get somebody else to take your place.

- But, darling...
- The managing editor just told me.

They're sending me to Rome
to be second in charge of our...

(EXCLAIMS) I'm sorry.

Darling, that's marvelous.
Listen, I've got to go on now.

Wait and tell me about it
at the end of the act.

Well, I can't. I've got to beat it
and arrange for things.

Be sure and tell Jennings, huh?

We're ready, Ms. Tyler.

Yes. I'm coming.
Talk about it later.

But, darling, aren't you happy about it?
I mean, you're not very excited.

- Of course I am.
- I'll call you later, huh?

Yes. This is your
entrance, Ms. Tyler.

Thank you.
Listen, listen, darling,

I'll get a hold of Tommy, and we'll
go out some place and celebrate.

Sorry.

ACTOR: Marjorie.

Darling, I thought
they'd never go.

It was worth waiting for,
wasn't it?

Nan was a bit difficult.
I hope they don't come back.

She loves you, doesn't she?

(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

And he'll be second in charge. That means
he'll have some very important interviews.

And he sails next week.
That's all there is to tell.

For a reporter's wife, your
account of what's happened

wouldn't win any Pulitzer
Prize for journalism.

No. I suppose not.

Tommy, what is it you
do to bridges?

Bridges?

Burn them behind you.

No, you don't burn them
until you cross them.

Well, should we dance
or should we wait for Chris...

or should we have
another drink?

Yes.

The only trouble is...

For a minute, I actually
thought you were going to tell me

what you were speaking about.
The only trouble is what?

Let's dance.

Let's. Maybe it'll clear
things up a bit.

I like being with you, Tommy. I don't
ever have to worry about making sense.

You make me feel like
an old pair of slippers.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

- Hey, hey!
- Hello!

- Congratulations, my boy.
- Thank you, Tommy.

- Well, I'll be in the bar.
- Okay.

- Hey, did you see Jennings?
- Mr. Jennings?

Oh, no.

You said you were gonna see him.

No, let's dance.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You know, you just can't
walk out on Jennings.

No, I know.

- When are you gonna tell him?
- Tomorrow.

Do you know, I was so excited, I think
I had one too many Old Fashioneds.

Did you?

Well, that's good. We were going
to drink up the town anyway tonight.

Look, what about Jennings?

Oh.

- Chris...
- Yeah?

I don't think I'd better
go with you next week.

- Not go to Rome with me?
- I've been thinking about it very hard.

Maybe we'd better sit down.

But, Cicely, what's this all about?
You're not going? Well, why?

For one thing is the money.
My passage over...

But I'll be getting a good enough
salary and living is very cheap over there.

Well, it isn't only the money, darling.
After all, you're starting on a new job.

You shouldn't have to
have me on your mind.

I've done all right so far
with you on my mind.

Yes, I know.

Oh, let's don't talk
about it tonight, anyway.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

What's the real reason
you don't want to go?

- I told you.
- No, there's something else.

Well, I guess it's the same reason
I don't want to ask Mr. Jennings...

to give someone else my part.

Are you kidding?

Well, after all,
I did get good notices,

and I had such a good start
it seems a shame...

Yes, they were good notices,
weren't they?

Well, it's a good story. Newspaperman
marries actress, paths diverge and...

Chris, I thought you were
glad about my working.

Well, it was all right while
we were waiting for a break.

You mean while you were
waiting for a break.

I think I'd like a drink, please.

As long as we're supposed
to be having a good time.

I think you've had
about enough.

But if I hadn't told you, you
wouldn't have known I had any.

You're just being unreasonable.

I'm being perfectly reasonable.

Well, it's my own fault.

I should have known what would
happen if I let you go on the stage.

Let me?
Well, encouraged you then.

You couldn't help it
if you got stage struck.

Stage struck? Me?

How could I be stage struck
when I'm already on the stage?

A couple of critics flatter
you and then you go crazy.

Well, at last I see things
in their true light.

What's that?
A line from your new play?

Chris, would you mind
lending me $1, please?

Certainly.

Thank you.
I'll pay you back tomorrow.

Hey.

Thank you, Tommy.

(BAND PLAYING MUSIC)

Cicely was tired.
She thought she'd go home.

Well, it's been an
exciting day for both of you.

Yeah.

- How'd she like the idea of Italy?
- She thinks it's fine. For me.

- She's not going.
- Huh?

I can't really blame her.
She's in this play with Jennings.

And, well...

She can get out of that.
I'll see Jennings myself.

No. It wouldn't be fair to take her away
from her work. We've agreed on that.

- Like a drink?
- No, thanks.

(SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Cicely.

Cicely.

Cicely, what happened
to us tonight?

I don't know.
It was awful, though.

- It wasn't me saying all those things.
- And it wasn't me.

Just the thought of leaving you
coming so suddenly the way it did,

it made me sick all over.

What's it going to be like when
I really have to be without you?

Darling.

Chris, I want to say
something to you...

and I don't know how.

Am I all you want
of women in the world?

You're all I'll ever want
of women in the world.

Then nothing can hurt us, my Chris,
because you're all I want of men.

(GONGING)

All ashore that's going ashore.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

STEWARD: All ashore
that are going ashore.

I'll manage to sail months
before you expect me.

Or else I'll manage to get leave
and I'll come back and bring you over.

It'll happen like that.
It's got to.

I'll see you in a minute.

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

Cigarette?

Cicely, I suppose you know
what you're doing,

but just whose career are
you thinking of, his or yours?

It isn't altogether
a question of careers, Tommy.

It was simply that I didn't think
I'd be much help to him in Rome.

I can't quite believe that.

If I were more or less
sick for months,

and he had to worry
about doctors

and where to get
pasteurized milk for the baby...

What?

Oh.

- Naturally, Chris doesn't know.
- Certainly not.

You've got to promise
not to let him know.

Do you really think his career,

or any career for that matter,
is that important?

I don't know, Tommy.
At the time it seemed right.

Maybe I've done something
I'll regret for the rest of my life.

All I know is that if I'd told him about
the baby, he wouldn't have gone.

Cicely, sometimes I think you're one
of the wisest women I've ever known.

Sometimes I think
you're just a little girl...

with a lot of romantic
nonsense in her head.

At the moment
I don't know which.

Would it amuse you to go
and dance somewhere?

Thank you, Tommy.

I'd better get used to going back
to the apartment without Chris there.

May I have that cigarette now?

GRAYSON: Yes, sir.

Grayson, come in here a
minute, and bring your book.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Is this cable
all we've had from Tyler?

Yes. The letter he refers
to there hasn't arrived.

Do you know when he left Rome?
What steamer?

The Savoie.

Take a radiogram.

Christopher Tyler, S.S. Savoie.

Your explanation preposterous.

Nothing can excuse leaving us...

unrepresented in Rome
during crucial political...

Just a minute.
"Unrepresented in Rome..."

During crucial
political situation.

Stop.

You are dismissed.

Effective, date of your
desertion. Frank Carteret.

- Is that all, sir?
- Yes.

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Hey, Chris!

Tommy, Tommy, glad to see you.
Chris, how are you?

Gosh, you're looking swell.

- You have a good trip?
- Look.

Now wait a minute. Before you
start worrying, everything is great.

Cicely's fine. The baby's fine.

There's not a thing to worry about.

All right. All right. Gosh, how did
you ever get down here at this hour?

I stayed up, I stayed up. Come on.
Let's get through the customs.

- She's all right?
- She's fine. Great. Sure.

- So long, Tommy.
- So long, kid.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- I'll call at the office.

- You'd better let me call you.
- I thought we might have lunch.

Yeah, we might at that.

Tommy, I don't know why
I didn't tell you this before,

but I'm not with
the paper anymore.

- Oh?
- Oh, here you are.

No, don't tell Cicely
anything about it,

but when I got that cable from Madame
Donato about the baby, I was in a panic.

My boss was some place in
Switzerland and I couldn't reach him,

so I walked out on them.

- Well, couldn't you explain to them?
- Oh, yes, I explained,

but they explained right back to me
by radiogram that my name was mud.

Oh, you'll get something else.

Oh, sure. It'll take a little
looking around, I suppose,

but I'll get something
all right.

Well, see you later.
So long, kid.

Madame Donato, don't you think
I look a little pale?

- How about some rouge?
- No, darling. You look very nice.

Chris.

Darling!

Oh, you crazy kid. Was it
really so awful for you, darling?

I was always looking forward
to this moment.

(BABY CRYING)

Oh.

You'd better go over
and get yourself introduced.

Oh, yeah.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Stop, Madame Donato. You know
he picks up everything he hears.

(BABY WHINING)

- Well.
- Well, what?

Well, it's a very
fine-looking baby, isn't it?

Can you touch it?

It's name is Kit. Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Tommy told me.

Well, can I touch him?
You might try.

Oh, he's warm, isn't he?

Sort of like milk toast, huh?

(CRYING)

Oh, did I do that? No. He
just beginning to get hungry.

Oh.

What do you feed him? Oh, really,
darling. And you a college man.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

I'll be back a little later.

Darling, I thought...

You won't ever leave me again,
will you? Never. No matter what.

Not even to go to the office.

They can wait.

You mustn't annoy
the fish, sir. I'm sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Any nibbles, mister?

Well, Tommy!
Where did you come from?

Just got in this morning.

Hollywood looks like a movie
set, I didn't meet Greta Garbo.

How are you? How is Cicely?
Fine, we're both fine.

Well, how did you find out
I was down here?

That's easy. Madame Donato to City
News to Aquarium. Never lost a clue.

I thought you were going
to stay in Hollywood.

No, no. Say, Madame Donato told me that
Cicely had gone to the doctor with the baby.

Yes. He just hatched
a new tooth.

Well, it's good
to see you, Tommy.

What are you doing
down here anyway?

Well, I'm waiting for a kiss.
For what?

The fish kiss.
At least they're supposed to.

Gee! You look swell.

They do what?

They kiss, the fish.

Don't ask me why.

That's what they sent me
down here to find out.

You get paid for that?

Well, such as it is.
City News Bureau.

Oh.

Look, they're getting
together again.

Do you suppose
they're going to kiss now?

They've been doing that
all day. That's just a stall.

How do you happen to be
working for City News?

Well, walking out on that Rome job
didn't exactly help me...

when I went to get another one.

Uh-oh. They've never
done that before.

I wish they'd make up
their minds.

Maybe they're bashful.

Say, Chris, I went down to
Tijuana for a weekend, you know,

and I had a lot of
dumb luck gambling,

and I've got more money than
I can shake a stick at...

Thank you, Tommy. Thanks.

You know, this City News
Bureau is just temporary.

I have several other things
coming up. Publicity job and...

What sort of publicity jobs?

I have a chance to go out ahead of a
circus. Of course, it's pretty good pay.

Of course, I'll have
to leave Cicely.

Well, look, how about
coming out and having lunch?

I'm sorry, I can't, Tommy.
I got to wait here for a call.

Oh, I tell you. Cicely ought
to be home by this time.

Why don't you
take her to lunch?

That's just what I'll do.
It's a swell idea.

Yeah, you'd better hurry
if you want to catch her.

Oh, sure. Well, so long.
See you later.

So long, Tommy.

- Hello, Cicely.
- Tommy.

I was so excited
when I found your message at home.

How was Hollywood?

Oh, very kind to me. How are you,
huh? Gosh! Looking fat, isn't he?

Isn't he?

Say, would the young man mind if you
took him home and I took you to lunch?

Oh, thank you, Tommy.
I've already had lunch.

Why don't you ask Chris? I'm
sure he'd love to lunch with you.

I met Chris downtown. He
couldn't get away for lunch.

Yes?

It seems to me that you and Chris are
very concerned about lunch for each other.

You mind if I get
to the point right away?

Cicely, I happen to know
that you two aren't having

what you might call
an easy time.

No, Tommy, we're not.

All right. Now, I have, to use
the language of my profession,

a proposition to make.

Why, Mr. Abbott...
Wait a minute.

Now, you made a good start as an
actress. You had to leave the stage.

Now it's time for you
to go back to it.

I can't, Tommy.
I have Kit to look after.

Don't interrupt me in the
middle of a proposition.

Now, there are two things you
need. Someone to take care of Kit

and new clothes so that
you can interview managers.

I'd like to lend you money
for both. Say $300.

$300!

Yeah, about two weeks' salary
after you get started.

Oh, Tommy, I'm very grateful to
you. But you see, there's Chris...

I know. I know.
It would hurt Chris' pride.

And how could I accept it?

Because in things like this,
women are more sensible than men.

Cicely, I want to help you two
kids. I don't care how it's done.

(WHIMPERS)

What doctor
did you take Kit to?

It was a public clinic.

I don't see any signs of
a baby carriage around,

unless you've
parked it somewhere.

You carried him
there, didn't you? Yes.

I'm sorry to be so brutal,
but you've got to make sense.

Listen, Tommy, I honestly don't
mind things for myself. It's Chris.

He works so hard all day long
and all night, too, almost.

And then he comes home
tired out.

Yet, somehow, he always
manages to run up the steps

just to show he's not.
My heart breaks for him.

Once again, and for as many
times as you like, how about it?

That's a very attractive
proposition, Tommy.

But I couldn't think of borrowing
from you without paying interest.

All right, 8%.

I thought 6% was the
usual rate. All right, 6%.

But listen, I'm going to see
Jennings tomorrow morning...

and get an appointment for you.

You take care of the new
clothes and beauty parlors.

Oh, Tommy, your efficiency
is very comforting.

Oh, it's mostly an act.

Not to be confused with the
really important things Chris can do.

That's sweet of you, Tommy.

You've got to go?
Yes. It's time for Kit's nap.

Well, let me carry him.
What'll you do with your cane?

Well, you carry it. Then we'll
both look as ridiculous as possible.

All right.

- You look very silly.
- What do you mean "look very silly"?

- Let me do that, miss.
- Thank you.

Don't scratch it.
No, ma'am, I won't.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

Hannah, has Mr. Tyler
come in yet?

Yes, ma'am, he's come in. He come in
about an hour ago, but he went out again.

Where did he go? Him and
the baby went to the park.

Ain't you gonna take the
paper off that baby wagon?

And get it scratched before my
baby sees it? I should think not.

(LAUGHING)

(WHIMPERING)

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Is that your baby?
- Yeah.

Where's his mother?

Why, she's out doing errands.

What is she doing?

She's out doing errands.

- Hasn't he got any nurse?
- No.

Oh. It must not be
much of a baby.

(INAUDIBLE)

The carriage awaits, my lords.

Well, Cicely, who gave you...

Here let me take the baby
while you take the paper off.

Hello!

Kit, look! See!

Look, isn't it lovely?

They had one with
four-wheel brakes,

but I think
he'll like this one.

Oh, this is elegant, all right.

Here, get his legs covered up. There.

Let's sit down. Hello.

Where did you... You got a
new hat. You got a new suit.

Where did I get the money?
Yeah.

Well, I just got
an advance on my salary.

Huh?

You see, last week Tommy
took me to see Michael Jennings,

and today he gave me
a six-months' contract.

Six-months' contract?

Well, that's better than you
had before, though, isn't it?

I mean, a six-months'
contract... Look, here it is.

- $150 a week.
- Yes.

It is fantastic, isn't it?

Chris, darling,
don't you see what it means?

We can get a full-time nurse for Kit
and pay Madame Donato all the back rent.

It just about came in time,
didn't it?

When do you start?

Next week.

Next week, huh?

Oh, that's wonderful.

It's wonderful for you.

Chris, it's wonderful
for both of us.

You're doing what you wanted
to do. That's all that counts.

I'm going to get
a drink of water.

Darling, you remember that
circus job I told you about?

- Yes.
- I'm going to take it.

Chris, you can't do that.

Publicity man for a circus.
Not after all the things that you've done.

It'll pay the rent
and a nurse for Kit.

But you don't have to do
that now. You can wait.

Well, I've waited long enough.
I'm tired of feeling ashamed of myself.

I've been a flop as a husband and a father.

I'm just stuck on myself
because I used to be a foreign correspondent.

Darling, please don't take
the circus job now.

I've got to. I just can't
talk about it anymore.

I've got to do something!

Goodbye. I'll see you tonight.

Mrs. Tyler, Mr. Carteret
can see you now.

Thank you.

MAN: Boy!

- Is this Mrs. Tyler?
- Yes.

- Step right in.
- Thank you.

How do you do?

Where's that bicarbonate?
Left drawer, left-hand side.

Left drawer, left-hand side.

Left drawer. Why didn't you say so?

Sit down, Mrs. Tyler.

Where's a spoon?

- Left drawer...
- Never mind.

Yes, Mrs. Tyler. Go on.

I came to talk to you
about my husband.

Huh?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. What?

No. No. Why?

Oh, no. No. Goodbye.

Yes, Mrs. Tyler, go on.

I don't think you quite understand...

what really happened in Rome.
Mr. Tyler didn't...

What the...

GRAYSON: Yes, Mr. Carteret.

What's the idea of monkeying
that Murphy story?

I thought...

I don't care what you thought.

Now get a hold of Murphy and
have him do it over the way I said.

(INTERCOM BUZZING) Yes, Mr. Carteret.

Mr. Carteret, are you trying
to impress me with how busy you are?

Or are you just naturally rude?

Sorry, Mrs. Tyler, but I am busy
and besides, I've got a stomachache.

Do you know that the night your
husband left our office in Rome,

there was an attempted
assassination?

Now, suppose
it had been successful?

That would have been
dreadful, wouldn't it?

Or I might have died when my
baby was born and Chris still in Rome.

But neither of
those things happened.

And in the meantime, a good
newspaperman is eating his heart out,

and you're doing
without somebody you need.

When I send a man halfway across
the world to keep his eyes open for me,

I want a man that I can trust.

Mr. Carteret, didn't you
ever make a mistake?

Didn't you just once do something
that wasn't quite in the line of duty?

And didn't anyone ever
give you a second chance?

We don't run newspapers
on second chances.

Mrs. Tyler, I realize this must
have made things difficult financially

for you and your husband.
Now, it's unfortunate.

Financially?

Oh, I don't think you quite
understand. That isn't why I'm here.

Well, I'd heard Tyler was
with the City News Bureau.

Naturally, I thought that he...

Well, why did you come then?

Because I want Chris to be
doing the thing he's meant for.

That's a promise
I made to myself.

All the newspapermen's wives
I've known

wanted their husbands
to get out of the business.

It's his life, Mr. Carteret.

You really want your husband
to be a newspaperman?

So long as
that's what he wants.

What's his number?

Chelsea 7883.
Get me Chelsea 7883.

How about Russia?

Russia?

Yes. Russia, Siberia,
the Far East.

If he sticks at it this time, he'll
get everything he ever hoped for.

(PHONE RINGING)

There'll be months when he's off in the
interior. You won't even hear from him.

Want me to forget it?

No.

And he will stick at it. I won't do
anything to bring him back this time.

Well, you asked for it.

Hello.

Tyler? Frank Carteret.

How's your Russian? You'll
have time enough to learn it.

We've lost Delaney in Moscow.

I have to have someone
to take his place right away.

Just a moment.

He says he'll have to
talk it over with his wife.

Tell him to talk it over
with his wife.

Well, do that.

Only you'll have to let me know by tomorrow.

Come down any time after 6:00.

We'll take care of the passport. Bye.

Thank you, Mr. Carteret. Goodbye.

Just a moment.

Wait a minute. I have a
fitting at Madame Bonnet's,

and I promised an interview
with The Stage magazine.

And I simply must finish packing
and moving into my new apartment.

You know, it wouldn't hurt me
to rush around a little less, only...

Only, you like to be busy.

Yes.

Michael darling, come on now,
do me a favor.

Have your secretary
call off that interview.

- All right.
- Thank you.

- See you at 21.
- At 5:30.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

"My dear Cicely, I couldn't
wait. I had an..." Let's see.

- How many "P's" in "appointment"?
- Two.

Sorry, Tommy, I couldn't get away.

Yeah, looks as if you
didn't need my help anyway.

No, thank you.
I'm practically packed.

By the way, Madame Donato
just brought up some mail.

- Yes?
- It's on the mantle.

Oh.

It's a letter from Chris.

Does he know
you're finally moving?

No.

Why are you, anyway? What's the
matter with the house in Connecticut?

It's all right for
weekends and for Kit.

But when I'm in town,
it's just so inconvenient.

There's no place to entertain.

It took you long enough to
discover that.

Yes, I know.

I think I kept hoping I'd hear Chris
come running up the stairs again.

Now I want a place of my own
with my own things.

Any particular news from Chris?

Yes. He's coming home
in a few weeks.

To stay?

No. He'll only have a few
months till he has to go back.

I wonder if he's changed
as much as you have.

I wonder, too.

Well, I'll be going along.
So long.

Goodbye, Tommy.

(SOBBING)

Cicely.

Something is wrong?

Madame Donato,
what's happened to me?

I should be happy,
and instead I'm frightened.

But why, Cicely?

Chris must have learned
to live alone, too.

Living alone
or living together.

That's not important
for you and Christopher.

I don't feel married
to him anymore.

But that shouldn't make
any difference to you, either.

There have been whole days lately
when I haven't thought of Chris once.

That's a strange kind of love.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll go.

MADAME DONATO: Oh, come in.
Everything is ready. MAN: Yes, ma'am.

Pick up that trunk over there.

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

And the people live
farther up the river.

Have you a home there, too?
Well, I did have.

Did have?
Has it been destroyed?

No. My wife gave up
our apartment.

Your wife gave up your home?

Well, she wanted another
place. Something bigger.

Well, Chien,
I must go finish packing.

My grateful thanks for your
kindness during the voyage.

Thank you. I hope you get along
all right at Columbia. Goodbye.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Hello, Michael.

Yes, I've read it.

Well, it's not quite the great
American play, but I like it.

But, Michael, you already
have one play for me.

(WHISPERS) Michael,
I can't talk to you now.

- Hello, Chris.
- Hello, Cicely.

- Go ahead.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Michael, listen, I can't talk to
you now. There's someone here.

No. It's my husband.

Please excuse me,
it was my manager.

- You are looking very well.
- You are, too.

Better than I've ever seen you.

- Oh, well, how's Kit?
- He's fine.

He's much bigger than you'd imagine.
He's in the country now.

Yes. Tommy told me you'd
taken a house in Connecticut, too.

Yes. Just for the summer for Kit.
It's very pleasant there.

We're next to a friend of mine.

Won't you sit down here?
It's the most comfortable place.

Madame Donato always
settles herself there.

Oh, Madame Donato.
How is she? I must call her.

About the same. Maybe a little fatter.

Is she?

- Tommy met me at the boat.
- Yes. He told me he was going to meet you.

Yes. He told me that
he told you he would.

(CHUCKLES)

I have some cocktails ready.
Do you think it's too early for them?

No. I think that would be
a great help to both of us.

- May I help?
- Yes. You can get the ice.

Wow, this is the first one of those
things I've seen outside of a magazine.

The ice is in those trays.

- Now what do I do?
- Pour hot water over it.

(LAUGHS) Look what you've done!

I used to do all right
with an ice pick.

Cicely.

Oh, Christopher, you've
been gone such a long time.

Hand me the shaker, please.

- Cicely, I'm sorry I upset you.
- Oh, I'm all right now.

Come on. Let's have
our drinks in here.

- Beautiful place.
- Thank you. I've just moved in.

You know, I'm surprised you didn't
leave Madame Donato's long ago.

I couldn't quite
get up the courage.

Besides, every time I even mentioned
it, Madame Donato practically had a fit.

Sounds like her.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Chris, how would you like
to drive down and see Kit?

I certainly would.

It isn't far
and I think you'd love the place.

- Kit could show you his pony.
- What? Kit on a pony?

Yes. He goes riding every
morning. You could stay and...

Of course, if you have any
other plans, it might interfere.

Well, I had planned to see
Carteret in the morning.

Perhaps there is a train
I can get back tonight.

Yes. There's one that
gets you in at 11:00.

That'll be fine.

Cicely, I have been away
a long time.

But there's one thing that may make
our meeting again a little less difficult.

I want you to know that...

Naturally, I realized that
you've been living your own life,

and, well, I want you to
know that I realize that.

But what I'm trying
to say is that

I don't want you to feel
that I expect anything of you.

That's very fair of you.

I don't want you to feel that I
expect anything of you, either.

I'll get my coat.

Good brandy.

You know,
from that last story of yours,

I thought the war
had already started.

Oh, no. There won't be any
real fighting till winter.

You see, the Japanese
have to wait until the roads freeze over.

But, Cicely, what about you?

Me? Oh, I've had
a very good winter.

Very busy.
My show just closed last week.

No. I mean you.

I've had Kit.

Is that enough?

Well, it was something
to live for.

If it hadn't been for Kit,

I don't know that I would have been
altogether faithful to your memory.

You know, I'd made up my mind
I wasn't going to ask you that.

I was never so glad
to hear anything in my life.

Was that what you were
thinking of all afternoon...

when we were being so very
reasonable? Some such thing.

Well, I guess I'd better hurry
if I'm going to catch that train.

Cicely, I wonder if...

You know, I'd like
to see Kit once more.

Certainly. Come on.

(BELL TOLLING)

Oh, this is nice.

CICELY: That's my room.

Do you think it will wake him
if I kiss him goodbye?

It doesn't matter.

Good night.

I guess he thought it was you.

No. He knows you by now.

I'm sorry I can't send you back in the car,
but it's William's night off.

That's all right. I am pretty
used to trains. Yes, I know.

I'll be in town in a few days.
It'll be fun showing you all the new places.

I'll look forward to that.

- You'll call me tomorrow, then?
- Yes.

I'd better hurry
or I'll miss that train.

Chris, what would happen
if you didn't take that train?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

That he expected...

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mother, I thought you told me this morning
Daddy didn't know where he was going?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

But I don't know
the word for "expected."

Mother,
what time is Tommy coming?

Kit, if you don't pay
attention to Professor Dindet,

you're never going to learn enough French
to be able to be a foreign correspondent.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Good.

I'm afraid we were both very
bad pupils today, Professor.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Goodbye.

I saw a car down the road,
but it wasn't Tommy.

Come here to me, young man.
What's the matter with you today?

You weren't very nice to the
Professor. I'm sorry, Mother.

- Mother?
- Hmm?

Where is Daddy going next?

He isn't quite sure, darling.

Oh. Didn't he say in that letter
you got from him this morning?

No.

There's Tommy.

Hello, Tommy.
Hello, Kit. How are you?

Gee, I thought you were
never coming. Did you?

- Hello, Tommy.
- Hello, Cicely.

Did you find out about
that lasso? Lasso?

You said you were going to find out
where I could get a horse-hair lasso.

Darling, you can wait till
you get to California for that.

But I need one
to practice with.

It's only 26, I mean 27 days
till I go to Tommy's ranch.

The minute I get off the plane
in California I'll see about it.

When will that be?

Well, I leave tonight at 9:00 from
Newark, and it takes 18 hours.

Oh, gee, that means I'll
have to wait a whole day more.

There's the younger
generation for you.

But be sure
it's a horse-hair lasso.

That's the only kind
rattlesnakes won't crawl over.

Darling, you've got to
get ready for your supper.

Yes, Mother.

- Hurry now. It's late.
- Yes.

How about my hat?

(GIGGLES)

I'm almost as excited
about your ranch as Kit is.

Well, you could see it with
him if you'd come to California

and do that picture
they want you for.

No. No Hollywood for me
this summer, I'm afraid.

Is it a real ranch?

Well, don't tell Kit,
but I grow asparagus on it.

Are you ready to go? No, I have
to get dressed. I won't be long.

Had a letter from Chris
this morning.

Did you?

(WHISTLING)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

- Good evening, Mrs. Tyler. Mr. Abbott.
- Good evening, George.

Everything packed, George?
Yes, sir.

Well, look, you better get a car
around here in a couple of hours.

But it takes an hour and a
quarter to get to the airport, sir.

Well, make it an hour.
Yes, sir.

Oh, I like it better here.
It was so noisy at Pierre's.

- Want a brandy?
- No, thank you.

Tommy, what is this?

Well, it's a remote control
to that radio.

Very handy, too, when you
can't get away from the bar.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

You've managed to surround
yourself with more gadgets.

Well, I guess
it's the same reason

that I keep this apartment
in New York.

Something to do with my money.

What about that
beautiful blond?

Oh, you've been reading
Winchell, huh? Mmm-hmm.

That the same one I met in
California last summer? Mmm-hmm.

Yes, she's very nice.

Well, was Winchell right?

- What? About my marrying her?
- Mmm-hmm.

We've talked about it.

Yes.

Chris wrote me that he thought he might
go to Switzerland. Are you going to join him?

I don't know.

It depends on whether I open
my play in the fall or in the summer.

Yeah. It's pretty funny about
his resigning from his job.

Unless he feels he's done
everything he started out to do.

He's come a long way,
hasn't he? Yes, he has.

What's this book
he's going to write?

- Did he tell you about it?
- Yeah.

I don't know. He always
said he'd never write a book.

Tell me more about your
beautiful blond. What's her name?

Her name's Elaine.
Elaine Martin.

Are you in love with her?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a
love match. We just like each other.

It might work out.

- What are you waiting for?
- You.

Tommy.

Yeah, I know. Even after nine
years, it may sound a little sudden.

Would you divorce Christopher
and marry me?

Because we just like each
other, like you and Elaine?

No, it isn't quite the same.
At least with me.

You see, I happen to be
in love with you.

I didn't know, Tommy.

I didn't intend you should, but I've
been in love with you ever since...

Ever since I can remember.

I always took everything
you did for me for granted.

The money you lent me when
I was a shabby little girl

and didn't have enough
to buy a baby carriage.

All the thousands of
little kindnesses.

I never thought of you at all,
except as someone I could turn to.

It wasn't very nice of me,
was it?

You always loved Christopher.

Do you still?

Yes. I know you do, even if he would
rather write a book than come back to you.

How many times
have you two been together

in the last four years since
you came back from China?

Once in Paris.
Two weeks in Saint Anton.

Four times altogether.
But never for very long.

Since China there was always
either my work or his.

What's in the way now
except the book?

Evidently,
he doesn't want to see me.

Well, then will you, Cicely?
Marry you?

Yes.

Tommy, you make me very proud.

Perhaps we could be
happy together.

Only...

Even that much coming from you makes
me feel happier than I know what to do about.

Well, I suppose I...

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

(TUNING RADIO)

Just another gadget.

MAN ON RADIO: And now, friends,
as we go back through the years,

see if you can remember
this one, the hit of 1926.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Music by request.

Tommy, let's sit down.

Chris has asked me
if I wanted a divorce.

He's done and said everything he could
to tell me he doesn't love me anymore.

Still, I feel I must wait.

I don't know what for,
but I must wait, Tommy.

No matter how lonely I am.

MAN ON RADIO: And now, we
give you the hit of 1927. Remember?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

The night before I was married
and thought I was going back to college,

they played that piece
at the Biltmore.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

- Hello, Mr. Carteret.
- Hello, Chris.

- How do you do, Mr. Tyler?
- Good evening.

- Well, Geneva, June 14th, at 8:00.
- Now let's see.

One minute of 8:00.

When I got your cable, I felt as
though I was right back in the city room

receiving one of
your assignments.

You forget the rest.
I said "as a personal favor."

I don't think I ever put that
in any of my assignments.

No.

I hear you've resigned
as managing editor.

Yes, Chris, they gave me a dinner
and presented me with a gold watch.

Pretty hard to imagine
you on a vacation. I'm not.

After 30 years,
I am, at my own request,

back to being
a foreign correspondent.

Now I can find things
out for myself.

I think that's marvelous.
Where do you begin?

I don't know. May go on to
Berlin. Like to come with me?

Berlin? Yes, I'd like to,
but I don't think I can.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

- Later.
- Yes, sir.

I was almost sure when I
got your letter, Christopher.

Now that I see you, I am sure.

Of what are you going to die.

Whatever made you think
I was going to die?

Your letter of resignation sounded
more like a last will and testament.

All right then.

You see, the germs you find in China
are almost as unclassified as the people.

They don't even know the name
of the ones I've collected.

But they do know
what they're doing to me.

By "they" I suppose
you mean the doctors?

Yes, I've been
to enough of them.

Is that why they sent you
to Switzerland?

Yes, they thought it
would prolong things a little.

There's nothing much to say,
except you've done good work.

Several hundred front page
stories buried in the files.

Yellowing files, Chris.
Don't forget the adjective.

Thanks for not being
sympathetic.

How about the famous
Cicely Tyler?

I haven't told her.

Don't you think you'd better?

One last wifely gesture
wouldn't do her any harm.

A wifely gesture is something
I've never wanted of Cicely.

I had a cable from her
this morning.

She wants me to meet her
in Saint Anton in a month.

Saint Anton?

Yes. We spent several weeks
there together two years ago.

Suppose she guesses
when she sees you?

I'm a pretty good actor myself.

Aren't you being a little on the
heroic side? No. No. It's not heroism.

It's just that we've both
known the best of each other.

And I want it to end
with that still true.

I wonder if you have any idea how rarely
one finds a couple like you and Cicely.

Not just one of you having the
courage to live alone, but both of you.

Most of the time,
there hasn't been much choice.

Oh, one of you could have got
frightened and hung onto the other's neck

and drowned both of you
in a sea of matrimonial bliss.

That's what usually happens.

It's amazing the things
people ask of love.

They expect it to protect them,
keep them from being bored,

make them work harder.

In fact, they want
everything except love.

I should be talking
of love at my age.

But I've seen it so seldom that when I do,
I like to stop and warm my hands before it.

I remember the first time
I met her.

There was a look in her eyes when
she spoke of you. I'm sorry, Chris.

What you and Cicely have
together or apart doesn't die out.

Now, let's order a bottle of wine and
discuss the only proper topic for you and me,

the newspaper business.

All right. On one condition, that
you let me buy the bottle of wine.

You know, it was my ambition
when I was a cub reporter

to know the managing editor well
enough to take him out and buy him a drink.

Waiter.

(GREETING IN GERMAN)

- How are you, Gottlieb?
- Fine.

Thank you.

Mrs. Tyler, it's good to have
you back again. We missed you.

Otto, it's so nice to be here.
Is Mr. Tyler in?

Yes, in his room. Yes.
Have you got a room for me?

Yes, as you requested in
your telegram. Thank you.

Please.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(RESPONDING IN GERMAN)

What number's Mr. Tyler's room?

26.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Hello, Cicely.

Hello, Chris.

You didn't let me know
what time you'd get here,

or I'd have been downstairs
to meet you.

I motored up, you know.

- You're looking marvelously.
- Thank you.

- How's Kit?
- Oh, he's fine.

He's staying at Tommy's ranch
in California.

Well, that ought to be
fun for him.

Chris, you look terribly tired.

Well, I've been working
rather hard.

On your book?

Yes.

How's it coming?

Oh, it's beginning to shape up.

Yes? Tell me about it.

Well, it's the novel
I swore I'd never write.

Well, won't you sit down? I'll get
you some tea, something to drink.

No, thank you.

In your last letter, you asked me
if I wanted a divorce.

Naturally, you can't
go on like this,

being half married,
half not married.

No. I suppose not.

Tell me, Chris, it isn't just because of
your book that you're staying away, is it?

No.

No, I didn't think so,
but I had to make sure.

What is it, Chris?

Well, it's rather
hard to explain.

It's just that one day
I realized that I had...

stopped thinking about you
for quite some time.

Things like that seem to happen.

Well, that seems a fairly
complete explanation.

Why didn't you write me
that in your letter?

I thought you would guess.

It's peaceful here, isn't it?

Yes. I like it much better
out of season.

How's Tommy?

Oh, fine.

Is he still in love with you?

Yes.

Just before I left, he asked me if I
wouldn't divorce you and marry him.

Do you want to?

I'm thinking about it.

Might be a very good thing for you
after the rotten time you had with me.

Chris.

Did you ever hear me say
I'd had a rotten time with you?

Well, we've been happy when
we've been together, of course,

but that's not enough
for a lifetime.

It's enough for me.

Cigarette?

No, thanks. I've given them up.

Well, there doesn't seem to be much
left to say or much reason for my staying.

I could almost be back to
Innsbruck in time for dinner.

Oh, must you go now? Well, I thought
perhaps you'd stay here for dinner.

Of course,
if you'd rather not...

Goodbye, Christopher.

Maybe next time we live,
we'll have time for each other.

I'm being rather stupid,
aren't I?

I'm making such a tragedy
of things.

I don't have to go
for another three days.

Couldn't we just forget
everything that's happened

and have a very gay and
amusing time like old friends?

There's so many places here we
never saw, Chris, and I've got the car.

Let's have a real holiday.

First of all,
we'll have dinner.

I know. We'll go to that little place up
the valley where we went the last time.

You remember?
Yes. Yes, I remember.

All right.
Call for me about 7:00.

Thank you, that's right.

By the way, will you give
this to Mrs. Tyler please?

Yes, Herr Tyler.
Shall I send it up to her?

No. Give it to her when
she comes down for dinner.

Goodbye, Otto. Goodbye.
Hope to see you back soon.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

There you are.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Chris. Chris.
What is it, Chris?

Didn't you get my note?

You said you suddenly
found you had to go.

I tried to explain
this afternoon.

Yes. You don't love me anymore.
I can understand that.

But not your running away from me.

Chris, you never ran away
from anything in your life.

Just that I realized that
it wouldn't work, that's all.

Three days of pretending,
it would make us both unhappy.

You can't even be my friend?
We've gotten beyond that.

- What is it, Chris?
- Nothing.

You're hiding
something from me.

It's nothing, I tell you.

Chris, this isn't you talking.
It isn't.

You can't make me believe it.

Not even when you tell me you
don't love me. I'll never believe that.

But, Cicely, I can't explain
anymore. I just want to get away.

We'll have to say goodbye.
Not this way. No.

(COUGHING)
Oh, Cicely, I can't. I can't.

Chris.

Chris.

In that coat pocket. Tin box.

Break them. They're glass.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, my darling,
why didn't I guess?

I'll be all right.

Are you very sick, Chris?

Yes.

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

Where are we going?

There's a sanitarium
I've been staying at near Basel.

My darling, tell me.

Oh, I love you.

I've always loved you.