All language subtitles for Goodbye Again

May I have The Woman Who Gave
by Kenneth Bixby?

Yes, madam.

I would like Purple Passion
by Kenneth Bixby.

The last copy.

Let me have a copy of Miriam.

Me too. I want a Miriam.

I'm very sorry. We haven't
got a copy of Miriam left.

Kenneth Bixby wouldn't
read a paper at the table.

Kenneth Bixby wouldn't
put his napkin in his collar.

Right.

Kenneth Bixby is here in Cleveland.

Oh yes. So it says in the newspapers.

So it says on the radio.
So it says on the billboards.

I now believe it.

You needn't snap my head off.
I was simply telling you.

Alright. You are right.

Bixby this, Bixby that. Hmm.

Harvey.
- Huh?

Kenneth Bixby wouldn't go to work
without kissing his wife goodbye.

How is that?

Well, goodbye.
- Wait a minute.

Let me look at you.

I knew it. You've got egg
on your necktie again.

Yeah. Kenneth Bixby wouldn't
have egg on his necktie.

You're right.

Kenneth Bixby is much too refined.

That's right.
This is Mr Bixby's secretary.

Anne.

Shush. Wait a minute.

Yes, Mrs Wilson?

I'm so anxious to speak with Mr Bixby.

Did I give you my phone number?

Yes. I'll tell him the
moment he comes in.

Goodbye.

Anne, where are we?

You know where we are. Cleveland.

Cleveland?

So that's Cleveland.

It looks like Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh has hills.

That's right.
Pittsburgh looks like Cincinnati.

What's my schedule for today?

Radio lecture at WHK at 12:45.

Luncheon at the Union League. Then your
talk at 4:30 at the Women's Civic Club.

I talked to the Women's
Civic Club in Cincinnati.

After the Civic Club you give a short
informal talk at Halley's bookstore.

Must there be bookstores?

So this is Cleveland?

It looks like St Louis.

Where do we go from here?

Albany.

And what does that look like?
- Syracuse.

[ Door knocks ]

Just a minute.

Good morning, madam.
- Good morning. I'll take it.

Thank you, ma'am.

I beg pardon, madam.

Is that the Mr Bixby?
- Yes.

Mr Bixby.

Yes?

I'd love to have your signature
in my autograph book.

With some suitable sentiment.

I have oodles and oodles
of famous names.

Now, isn't that just too bad.

Writer's cramp. Terrible agony.

Can't hold a pencil.

Some other time.

You won't forget, sir?
- No.

Thank you, sir.

Waiter.
- Yes, ma'am?

Send up a boy, will you please?
- Certainly, madam.

Anne, why must I drink
this every morning?

Orange juice. Good for what ails you.

Go on. Drink it.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

You called a bellboy?
- Oh yes.

Take these to Halley's bookstore.
They're expected.

Sure. Thanks.

And by the way.

I may want to order some rye.

There's some sense to that.

You think you can get some?
- In a Cleveland hotel?

Sorry. My mistake.

Anne, I thought you said there
were no prizefights. Look here.

Moose Hall. Tonight.

'AAU Preliminaries'.
- They're only amateurs. They can't box.

Box? No. But they can fight.

Be a good girl and
get a couple of seats.

See the fellow at the cigar stand. It's
ages since we went to a fight together.

Alright.

Here is a new ending for
your anti-Freud appeal.

Better make sure you know it.
- Thanks.

Get good ones.
- Two ringsides coming up.

'And now I want to say a
few words about Freud'.

'Freud is doubtless a historical ..'

'And possibly a slightly
hysterical figure'.

Good morning.

'At any rate a bad textbook for a
certain group of pass� novelists'.

Huh?

'Hacking sentimentalists'.
- I beg your pardon.

Like Sinclair Lewis.

Dreiser.

You seem shocked.

I hope you realize.

That these remarks of mine
concerning my contemporaries.

Are not motivated by
any literary jealousy.

Lewis has criticised me.

Too bad.

And not without some discernment.

'And Dreiser'.

'Well, doubtless you remember
the old simile: dull as ditchwater'.

'That has now been changed
to dull as Dreiser'.

'Ladies and gentlemen'.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Yes?

Ken.

Oh .. Ken.

Just a moment.

Just a moment.

Why ..

Excuse me.

Oh Ken, I couldn't help it.

I shouldn't have come but I had to come.

Are you glad to see me?

Yes. That is, I ..

How are you?

But you're looking so strangely at me.

Have I changed so very much?

Why, no.

You don't look a day older. I mean ..

Just as lovely as ever.

I hoped you would say that.

So, you're here now.

Yes.

Been here long?

Ever since ..

Oh, what a fool I've been ..

Just a moment.

Collect yourself.

We mustn't let our deeper ..

Get the better of our finer ..

Oh Ken.

You ought to hate me after
I promised to wait for you.

And then didn't.

May I autograph a copy of
my latest book for you?

Do you spell it with a PH or an F?

Oh Ken.

What's the matter? What's the tragedy?
- Don't you know?

No.

I got married.
- You got married?

Oh.

Anybody I know?

No.

His name is Harvey Wilson.

How long have you been married?

Six years.

Well, well, well.

But you have done it, Ken.

In spite of me you have done it.

Your books are a little different
perhaps than what they might have been.

They are cynical.

And that's my fault.
- Julie.

You're the girl who wanted me to
write books like If Winter Comes.

Ken, I'm ashamed to know I wasn't strong
enough to wait until you got your start.

As you told me I'd have to.
- Julie Clochessy.

Don't look at me like that, Ken.

I hoped you would forgive me.

But that was before I knew
you were married. I mean ..

So you got married?

Well, well, well.

You were lonely. A man came along.
He fell in love with you.

You fell in love with him.

No. He needed me.

Oh. He needed you.
- Harvey was sweet.

He had been hurt by
the world. Cruelly hurt.

Somehow, I couldn't wound him further.

He needed me to give
him strength to continue.

He passionately needed me.

While you ..

You were strong.

But Harvey was so ..

I see. He needed you.

And now.

Can you ever forgive me?

Julie, I'll do a thing I
never dreamt I'd do.

Yes?
- I'll forgive you.

Oh, Ken.
- Now you may go.

Peaceful in the thought you
have my complete forgiveness.

Tell me.

Did it hurt you terribly?

Those eight long years
not hearing from me?

Did they make you bitter?

Yes.

Yes.
- How bitter?

How bitter?

Bitter.

When I realized I must continue alone.

That someone needed you.

What do you think accounts for
the sardonic vein in my writing?

Ken.

But that's alright now, Julie.

Well.

Now that you've forgiven me.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

Alright.

You always ..

Had something, Julie.

What's your husband's name again?

Harvey.

Poor Harvey.

Are you always like this?

What do you mean?
- I mean ..

Do you always ..

Go at it in this sort of way?

Oh Ken.

How can you say such a thing?

It's very bewildering.
I realize you're not in the habit of ..

But still, I'm not in the habit either.

After all, you are married.

But I have told you about Harvey.

He is the trespasser.
- The trespasser?

You were the first and now
I have come back to you.

But you are married now, Julie.
- That doesn't affect us.

I have been unfaithful once in my life.

And you have forgiven me.

Now, now. We must
keep ourselves in check.

Ken. Ken, when I heard that
you were coming to Cleveland.

I was afraid.

I kept saying to myself:
I mustn't see him. I mustn't see him.

But here I am.

It was too strong for me.

Oh Ken, wouldn't it be glorious if we
could be the way we used to be?

If only for a little while.

Could we go for a drive together?

I can't now. I have to
broadcast in half an hour.

There's a luncheon I
must attend and then ..

I'm going to be tied up practically
the entire afternoon until after six.

Ken.

Do you remember this?

Yes.

And do you remember this?

When I used to kiss you back here.
- Yes.

And this?
- Yes.

And this?
- Yes.

And this?

You're awfully nice, Julie.

I'm so glad, Ken.

And you put everything
in such an inviting way.

Hello Anne.

Mrs Wilson, may I present my secretary.

Miss Rogers.

How do you do, Miss Rogers.

How do you do.

Mrs Wilson?

You telephoned this morning, didn't you?

Yes. I did.

Mrs Wilson turns out
to be an old friend.

Well, isn't that jolly.

Excuse me.

Have you known Mr Bixby long?

About two years.

Has Mr Bixby ever mentioned me to you?

I can't quite recall.

Julie. Julie Clochessy.

How do you spell it?

C-L-O-C-H-E-S-S-Y.

I'm sure he must have, yes.

Really?

You know.

I am Miriam.

You're what?

I am Miriam.

Surely, you remember if you
have typed Mr Bixby's books.

I am Miriam.

The one who couldn't have the child.

I'm sorry.

Ready?

Yes.

Goodbye, Miss ..?
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What would the Woman's Club say about
the goings-on of their noble lecturer?

I'm just seeing her to her car.

Which way is 614 please?
- To the right.

Come, Elizabeth.

Is this Mr Bixby's secretary?
- Yes.

I am Miss Clochessy.

Oh yes.

And this is Arthur.

Arthur Westlake.

How do you do.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Do you know Julie Wilson?

No.

I'm her younger sister.

Oh?

Now, Miss ..

Rogers.
- Miss Rogers.

I know what I'm going to
say may sound unethical.

But of course, you understand I don't
want you to violate any confidences.

But ..

Just how well acquainted are you
with Mr Bixby's personal affairs?

Would you mind telling me
exactly what you want?

You see, Mr Bixby and Julie
went to college together.

And while they were at college it
seems they had some of an affair.

We don't know how far it went.

But it seems to have left a very
definite impression on Julie.

Anyway, Julie came home
and we heard no more of it.

So we gathered that
the whole thing had ..

Petered out.

Yes.

Petered out.

You see, Miss Rogers. It's like this.

After she married and settled
down to a normal routine life.

Julie is so restless.

Quite.

Then these books of his came out.

And she interpreted certain of the more
psychological passages of his writing ..

As being directly inspired by her.

So you see, Miss Rogers.

How anxious we are to prevent anything
embarrassing from happening.

We don't mean to offend Mr Bixby.

But we hope you'll realize our position.

In other words ..

I must prevent Mr Bixby from any
involvement with your Mrs Wilson.

Yes.

I don't know how Bixby
will feel about this.

But I have arranged to have my
cousin, Mrs Henry P. Dexter ..

Give a small dinner for
Mr Bixby this evening.

After dinner we've arranged
for tickets at the playhouse.

That should take us
through to about 11:30.

You go to Albany from here.
What train do you take?

We thought ..
- Let me advise you.

The best train is the Express.

I'll get you to the station
in time to catch it.

That gets Mr Bixby out of Cleveland.

Exactly.
- No.

Rather, let us put it this way.

This arrangement ensures
Bixby has an interesting visit.

And at the same time prevents any ..

Small situation from arising.

You will help us, won't you?

I will do my best to make the
situation clear to Mr Bixby.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

We wouldn't have mentioned
it at all only Julie is such a ..

Come, Elizabeth.
We've already overstayed our visit.

Down?
- Yes, sir.

Hello, Anne.

Tired?

You poor child.

Take a letter for me, will you.
It has to go right out.

By messenger to
Halley Brothers bookstore.

Halley Brothers.

Gentlemen.

Due to the fact I am
suffering from laryngitis.

And have a fever of a hundred and two.

I find I'm unable to be present at your
bookstore this afternoon as advertised.

I have been under a severe nervous
and emotional strain lately.

And my physician has ordered me
to leave for Albany immediately.

After my lecture today where
I will meet a specialist.

Regretfully yours.

Read that back to me, will you.

'Gentlemen'.

'Due to the fact that I've met one of
the younger married women of your city'.

'I regret exceedingly that I
will be unable to autograph ..'

Wait a moment.

Yes?

Why do you say things like that?
- Isn't it true?

Listen, Anne. I don't want
you to get the wrong idea.

No, no.

By the way, here are
the tickets to the fight.

You know, Anne. The darnedest
thing happened to me today.

It was hard getting ringside seats but I
said you're simply crazy about amateurs.

Listen, Anne. You know it's very funny.

And at the same time.

A bit pathetic.
- Please don't insult my intelligence.

If you want to revive an old romance ..
- She isn't an 'old romance'.

It's like this.

It seems that back in the
F. Scott Fitzgerald days ..

I knew a girl by the
name of Julie Clochessy.

It seems that one starry night.

On a campus fragrant with the odour of
magnolias glistening in the moonlight ..

In the sequestered silence of the
Horace P. Mortimer Memorial Arch.

Came commencement and ..

Somehow, it seems we
took different trains.

As a matter of fact I took a boat.

Alright. I know.

But it's true, Anne.

She actually believes that
for the past six years ..

Honestly Ann, I scarcely
remember the woman.

I may have once or twice.

Well, she seems to think
that after we left college ..

She was to go home and sit on her
patio and wait for me until after ..

But she didn't sit. She got married.

Now she believes I suffer
from a broken heart because ..

She's been unfaithful to
me with her husband.

Well.

I think it's all very interesting.

Now Anne, it's a very
delicate situation.

We've got to do something about it.

What do you all intend doing?

For one thing I think I had
better see her tonight.

Oh? No prizefights then?

Yes. No prizefights.

Maybe later.

So you don't intend spending another
night under the Mortimer Memorial Arch?

Anne.

I hate to throw cold water on your
little adventure but I must warn you ..

I too have had a visitor.

Who?

Miss Clochessy came to call
and she brought Arthur.

What?

Arthur has taken an interest in you.

What are you talking about?
- Miss Clochessy is Julie's sister.

That's why she brought Arthur.

Julie's sister? What is she doing here?

She and Arthur seem to think you don't
want to be bothered with Julie anymore.

So they've decided to
take you off her hands.

In other words, they want
you to lay off Julie.

But why?

They seem to be worried Julie may
do something they'd be sorry for.

Nonsense.

She's just a romantic,
imaginative Ohio girl.

So Arthur has arranged a dinner party in
your honor at his cousin's Mrs Dexter.

I can't. I am dining with Julie.

Anne, if I don't see this
woman tonight she'll ..

No. What I'll do is see Julie and blast
this romantic nonsense out of her head.

Why bother?
- It's the only way.

If I evade her she'll
keep the illusion alive.

She'll think that with
my cavalier acceptance ..

I'm trying to carry on,
and as a result she will ..

No.

What I have got to do is
see this woman tonight.

She's a very beautiful woman.

Yes. Isn't she.
That's why I must see her tonight.

And if necessary, prove
myself an absolute beast.

That's it. I will be cold, heartless.

Scare the pants off her.

Show a side of me she never dreamed of.

So she'll go running back home and ..

Never go near a farmhouse
again as long as she lives.

A farmhouse?

Well ..

That was her idea, but ..

That is out.
- How far out?

Anne, I give you my word.

What about Arthur?

Listen, Anne. Be serious.

Make my apologies to these people.
Tell them anything.

And meanwhile, after the lecture ..

I'll take Julie out to dinner
somewhere and we'll .. talk it over.

How long will it take to talk it over?

You know how I talk and talk.
- No.

You don't have to worry
about me, Anne. I'm alright.

Do you really mean that?
- Of course I do.

Now, will you work with me on this?
- I suppose so.

Fine.

Good old Annie.
- Yeah. The old pal.

It's after twelve.

What time is that radio broadcast?
- You had better hurry.

Radio studio. Then luncheon
and women's city club.

Correct?
- Right.

Say.

Some dumbbell in the lobby wants
you to autograph this book for her.

Dumbbell?

Yes. Looks like a schoolteacher.

Sorry, I haven't time now.
My secretary will attend to it.

Here's your papers, Miss.
- Thanks.

Will you take the tray, please?

I'll have them send up a waiter.

Is there anything else?

If one could get rye at a Cleveland
hotel how much would it cost?

Seven.
- That's too much.

Are you in the theatrical profession?

Something like that, yes.

If you're in the profession and you
could get it, you'd get it for six.

Suppose I took four?

Then you could get it for five.
- Alright.

Too bad if you can't get it.

Bixby's?

Yes, sir.

There's a gentleman
waiting outside to see you.

Send him in please.

And think over the rye situation
very seriously, will you?

Yes, ma'am.

Step right in, sir.

I beg your pardon.

Is this Mr Bixby's room?
- Yes.

I mean the author Kenneth Bixby?
- Yes. It is.

Is he in?

I am sorry. He just stepped out.

When will he be back?

I couldn't say.
Is there something I could do for you?

No.

Have you an appointment?

No.

You're an old friend of his?

No.

But you've heard about him?

Yes. I have heard a lot about him.

I'm awfully sorry but
I didn't get the name.

Wilson. H. Wilson.

Oh .. you are Mr Wilson?

Yes.

How are you?
- Alright.

I'm awfully glad to see you.

Come in. Sit down.

I'll try to get in touch with Mr Bixby.
- Alright. Thanks.

Hello?

Give me Prospect 5800.

Yes. I'll hold on.

Hope I don't put you to any trouble.

Not at all.

Station WHK. Studio E.

I'd like to speak to Mr Bixby.
He is going to broadcast there.

Yes. This is his secretary speaking.

Oh? Will you have him call me the
moment he arrives? Thank you.

Would you care to tell me what
you need to see Mr Bixby about?

I don't want to see him about anything.
I just want to see him.

Why didn't you go to the lecture?

I don't want to.

Hello? Hello, Mr Bixby.

What is it?

There's a gentleman here
to see you. A Mr Wilson.

A Mr H. Wilson.

Mr Bixby would like to know
what the 'H' stands for.

Harvey.

Harvey.

Harvey?

Does he look dangerous?
What does he want?

He just dropped in to see you.
I thought you'd like to know. Yes.

Uhuh.

Mr Bixby says he doesn't know
just when he'll get back.

That's alright.

He says, that's alright.

He doesn't mind waiting.
You don't mind, do you?

Oh no.

Oh no.

What's the matter with you, Anne?
Get rid of him, Tell him I'm busy.

Alright, Mr Bixby. I will.

Goodbye.

Mr Bixby says he's very busy
but I think you'd better wait.

That's just what I figured.

As a matter of fact I took
the whole afternoon off.

That's fine. I know Mr Bixby
will be delighted to see you.

You don't mind if I finish my work?

No, no.

What is that, a radio?

Yes.

You don't mind if we
have a little music?

No.

Want to dance?

Why not?

You said we would always
belong to each other.

Our other selves.

The deeper me.

And the deeper you.

You haven't changed a bit, Julie.

Now.

You're just the same girl
with the same appeal.

Oh, Kenneth.

"Station WHK, Cleveland."

"It's now 11 pm Eastern Standard time."

You want to dance some more?
- Oh no. Too tired.

Awful nice of you to spend
the night with me ..

And entertain me this way
all afternoon and all night.

Alright.

Excuse me.

I enjoyed it.

You know.

I'm a republican.

I always have been,
always will be a republican.

My father was a republican and
his father was a republican.

Whoopee.

You know what?
- What?

We're meant to take the
late train to Albany tonight.

Yes?

Mr Bixby has to lecture there tomorrow.

In that case I'd better stick around.

He is liable to be here any minute.

I'll be ready in a minute, darling.

Hungry, dear?

Starved.

Julie, I must catch a train. I doubt
there's a taxi within miles of here.

Let me drive you.
I know the roads perfectly.

That's a way to do it.

And don't gulp your food like that.
You will get indigestion.

I can't help it.
I didn't know it was so late.

Hand me the phone, will you.

I will only be a few seconds.

Hello.

Operator.

Get me the Richview Hotel in Cleveland.

Room 614.

Hello, Anne.

Listen.

I've been delayed. I didn't realize it.

What do you mean?

No. No such thing.

I tell you I didn't.

Where are you then?

I just met an old friend.

Say, is that ..

Is that Wilson guy still there?

He's been kind enough to
spend the evening with me.

What is my reservation?

Drawing room B. Car 22.

Alright.

I'll meet you on the train. Goodbye.

Call a cab. Take those things
and I'll be right down.

Too bad you missed him.

Alright. I'll go to the station.
- That's unnecessary.

Your wife is probably
waiting up for you.

Won't she be worried?
- No, no.

That's Arthur.

Alright, Elizabeth.
- What did I tell you?

Why, Harvey. What are you doing here?

Just sitting.

What?

Just plain old-fashioned sitting.

Miss Rogers. Might I ask you if
you know where Mr Bixby is?

I'm going to the station to meet him.
You don't mind if I finish packing?

Julie hasn't been home.
- What business is it of yours?

I'll tell you what
business it is of ours.

Julie's behaviour tonight
has been inexcusable.

It was the one topic of conversation
at the Dexter's this evening.

What concern is it of theirs? What right
have they to discuss my private affairs?

Don't be silly.
- I was silly before you were born.

Elizabeth. You're drunk.

So am I.
- Elizabeth.

I think it may be well if you explain to
Miss Rogers just why came here again.

We're going down to the station.
You can tell her on the way down.

You see it was like this.
When Julie was little ..

Goodbye, Julie.

No. Don't say goodbye again.

Do be reasonable, Julie.
I have only a minute. Goodbye.

No. I won't let you say goodbye.

Now Julie, be a good girl.

Goodbye.

Right here, sir.
- That's fine.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, Anne.

Oh.

This is Miss Clochessy.

How do you do.

And this is Arthur ..
- Westlake.

Westlake.
- How do you.

And that is Mr Wilson.

How do you do.

Excuse me please.

Water.

Curious how everyone agrees ..

That in the end there's nothing
like a good glass of cold water.

Would anyone like a sip of water?

No.

No.

No.
- No.

No.

Why don't you say something?

I haven't anything to say.

I enjoy listening to Mr Bixby.
He is a great talker.

Really?

Mr Wilson is Mrs Wilson's husband.

And quite naturally.

She's my sister.
- Really?

You knew Mrs Wilson
before she was married.

I did?

Julie Clochessy?.

Julie Clochessy?

I should say I did know her.

And I talked to her this
afternoon after the lecture.

It was really very embarrassing because
I didn't know her married name.

Then you knew she was married?

Yes. I have known that
for several years now.

Let me see.
Helen Sprague told me in New York.

She said, you remember Julie?
Julie Clochessy. And I said ..

I sure do. And she said ..

Well, she's married. And I said ..

What?

And she said: Yes. Married.

And I said ..

Well, what do you know?

And she said she had
been several years now.

And I said .. well, well, well.

And then she said ..

I forget for the moment what she said.

And I said, who did she get?

Whom did she marry?

And she said, oh she married some ..

Some very charming man from Cleveland.

Yes. So you're Julie's husband?

Congratulations.

Oh. That is alright.

No need of my telling you what
a charming woman she is.

Mr Wilson has been waiting
for you since noon.

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry.

That's alright. That's alright.

What can I do for you?
- Nothing. I just ..

I just wanted to look at you.
That's all.

Oh.

I'm very flattered.

All aboard!

I guess we'd better be going.

Goodbye, Miss Clochessy.
- It has been awfully interesting.

Yes. Hasn't it.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr West.
Nice of you to have honored us.

Goodbye, Mr Wilson.
- Goodbye. And here's the address.

Now don't forget to write.
- Thank you.

Jot that down, Miss Rogers.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodbye.

I'm glad that's over.
He was a nice fellow, you know.

Arthur, what's the matter with you?
- Don't you see? Julie's bag.

She's on this train.
- She is?

I'd know it among a million. My cousin
gave it to her on her birthday.

This is terrible. What shall we do?

I suppose you would like
to know what happened?

Yes.

Yes, of course. Well ..

It's a long story.

Shall I tell it now or ..

Or shall we save it until tomorrow?

I'd like to hear it now.

Alright.

Well.

I was wrong to think I could get
the idea out of her head so easily.

A thing like this takes time.
- How much time?

Julie is very stubborn and ..

And of course, very attractive.

You weren't the perfect beast then?

Yes .. I was horrible.

But she interpreted
the whole thing as ..

As passion.

Was it?
- No.

No. I was trying to be horrible.

But it's hard to be horrible with Julie.

She cries.

Oh .. she cried.

Well, a little.

No. She cried a lot.

As a matter of fact she cried
almost the whole evening.

She's very emotional.

You can't reason with
an emotional woman.

That's what I like about you Anne.

You are ..
- Come here.

What?
- Come here.

There's only one question
I would like to ask you.

Yes, Anne?
- You won't mind?

No, Anne.

Where's your tie?

Your dignified tie.

Now listen, Anne.
You mustn't judge too quickly.

Why, I knew a man once. They found a gun
in his pocket and they blamed it on him.

He swore up and down he'd
never seen the woman.

But there it was in his
pocket and finally ..

He was acquitted.

You see?
- Yes. I see.

Where is your tie?

The fact of the matter is ..

Julie objected to the black tie.
She said something about ..

Mourning and the ashes of a former love.

Which would be both whimsical and so ..

I took it off and I forgot
to put it on again.

And here it is.

What is simpler?

Where are your socks?

Now, Anne. No nonsense.

Don't think just because ..
- Alright.

You can go now.

Just because I ..
- I said alright.

Come in.

You can make up my berth now, porter.
- Yes, ma'am.

I said you could go now.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Anne.

Believe me ..
- I believe you.

Not emotional.

Julie.

Ken, dear.

It's Miriam.

Julie, are you mad?

I have the compartment next door. I just
had to come in a minute and talk to you.

[ Buzzer ]

Shush.

What is it?
- It's the porter.

Yes? What is it?
- Excuse me, sir.

But the lady in Upper 6 would
like for you to autograph ..

'Miriam' for her boy Sammy.

Yes. Certainly.

Thank you, sir.

Julie, you must get out of here this
minute. Whatever possessed you?

It's no use, Ken. I won't leave.

Now I have found you
again, I can't let you go.

Then I'll go.
- No, Ken.

I go in your compartment, lock the
door and stay until you act sensibly.

No.
- I will.

No, no. Ken.

Good evening. Have you seen my wife?

Your wife?
- Yes.

He means Mrs Wilson.

Yes. My sister.

Her things are in this compartment.

That's peculiar.

Very peculiar.

Yes. Isn't it.

We bought tickets from the conductor and
we're staying here until we find her.

Yes. Of course.

I hope you have a good
night's rest, Mr Bixby.

Yes. I hope so.

Just hop into bed and relax.
That's the best thing.

Thank you.

That's alright.

I guess there's nothing else to do.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Mr Bixby.

Harvey, wake up. Elizabeth, wake up.

What's the matter with you, Arthur?
- What is it?

Julie's coat and bag are gone.

How do you suppose that happened?

Now wait a minute.
That's no way to disturb Mr Bixby.

Open that door, Bixby.

Good morning.

Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Yes. On and off.

This thing has gone far enough.

Julie's things were here last night when
we went to sleep. Now they've gone.

Where is she?

Where is whom?

Who are you talking about?
- Julie Clochessy.

You know whom we're talking about.

Yes. Of course.
You mean the charming Mrs Wilson.

Is .. is she here?

Stop beating around the bush.
That's what we want to know.

You're making a very serious mistake.

You can't enter this room
without my permission.

Kindly leave here at once.

We won't budge an
inch until we find her.

Alright. If you're all going
to intrude on a man's privacy.

It's up to you.

Why, you're indecent.

Come, Elizabeth.

Julie is on this train.
There's no question.

Just one thing to do. Keep our eyes on
Bixby day and night until she shows up.

Right.

What's the excitement?
Did I hear voices?

Voices? It must be
someone in the corridor.

Are you sure?
- Almost positive.

Can I borrow your toothpaste?
I left mine in Cleveland.

Help yourself. It's in the bathroom.

Good morning.

You were looking for toothpaste?

Thank you.

Mr Bixby was a sensation tonight.

A complete sell-out. Is that all, ma'am?

That's all. Send up
the morning editions.

How many?
- All of them.

All of them?
- All of them.

I told you so.

So this is Albany.

It looks like Cleveland.

Albany is doing alright by us.

My lecture tonight went over like Mark
Anthony's speech at the grave of Caesar.

Do you know Mrs Wilson
is registered in this hotel?

She did?

You may be involved in a very
messy scandal by morning.

Look, Anne. I'll admit that these
disturbing coincidences ..

Might indicate I had started
something with Julie but ..

But I didn't.
- What did you do?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I'm just anxious you don't
get the wrong idea.

Did you go to her
farmhouse in Cleveland?

Oh, Anne.

Do you want me to believe ..

That nothing happened?
- Yes.

Do you really mean that?

As far as I'm concerned.

Do you really mean that?

Yes.

Okay.

I guess I will have to
take your word for it.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Julie, I thought you were in Cleveland.

Ken. I just had to see you again.

Good evening, Mrs Wilson.
Do you visit Albany often?

I just happened to be driving through.

Oh. I see.

Shall I type the new chapter or do
you want to change the ending?

What I say goes.

I didn't know you work so late at night.
- Oh yes.

Mr Bixby is quite
creative late at night.

Now Julie, you know you shouldn't have
come here. It's late and I'm very busy.

But you agreed I can't help it.
I simply must talk things over with you.

Tomorrow, Julie. We'll talk everything
over in the cold light of day.

I can't go back to him. It is wrong.

Please, isn't there somewhere
I can talk to you alone?

I beg your pardon.
Is that all for tonight?

No. I want you to stay here.
We have work to do.

I'll get some cigarettes.
- They'll send them up.

I will get them.
- Come right back.

Now listen, Julie. In the morning.

Why Ken, you are so strange.

I'm working, Julie. When I'm working
I'm not responsible for what I say.

I will just sit here quietly
until you finish your work.

I'm likely to be up the entire night.

Maybe I can help you?

Hello Julie.
- Harvey, how dare you follow me.

Just as I thought.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

What business is this of yours?

Excuse me please.

Where does this lead to?
- Don't let him get away.

The door is locked.
I'll catch him at the elevator.

You ought to be ashamed.
- I'm not ashamed of anything.

Behaving like a perfect ..
- Say it.

Go on. Say it.

You know what this means, Julie?
- I know perfectly well what this means.

Okay.

Did you find him?
- No.

What you doing?
- House detective.

We'll all be arrested.
- Just a minute.

See here.
- See here.

She's right. We don't want that.
- We must find this man.

Excuse me.
- Come in, Miss Rogers.

Thanks.

Where is Mr Bixby?

That's a closet, isn't it?
- Yes.

He's in there.

You better come out.

Mr Bixby. Nothing to gain by hiding.

He won't come out when
you're acting like idiots.

If you behaved like
human beings he might.

We were tenting tonight
on the old camp ground.

Give us a song to cheer.

Our weary hearts, a song of home.

What's he saying?

I think he's singing.

He'll soon be singing a different tune.

No. Same tune.

The old camp grounds. Blah, blah, blah.

Harvey.
- Yes, my dear?

You're going about
this in the wrong way.

If you have anything to suggest,
Julie, I will be glad to listen to it.

Alright. Leave us alone. Ken I will come
to you in the morning to arrange it all.

Arrange what?

Our plans don't concern you, Arthur.

You have plans?

Well, naturally.
- When did you make these plans?

Please, Arthur ..
- On the train?

I see no reason ..

You weren't in your
compartment all night.

Where were you?

Well.

What difference does it make?

I've got it. You were in
Bixby's drawing room.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Julie. How could you?

Oh Julie. Oh.

I'm sorry I was rude to you, Mrs Wilson.

I didn't realize the significance
of your attachment to Mr Bixby.

Come out.

Miss Rogers, may I speak
to you a moment alone?

I am sorry it had to
happen this way, Ken.

You have the wrong idea entirely.

I want to apologize to you, Mr Wilson.

I think you're perfectly justified
in your attitude toward Mr Bixby.

That's alright.

And I want to apologize
to you, Mr Westlake.

And I want to apologize
to you, Miss Clochessy.

I'm awfully sorry this whole thing
happened and I want to apologize ..

Anne, for goodness' sake will you
stop apologizing and listen?

Alright. We'll listen.
- I wasn't speaking to you.

Mr Wilson is the gentleman
you should speak to.

I think the matter is perfectly simple.

Will you please shut up?

Who are you telling ..
- I don't care to listen.

Wait a moment.

Ken. Arthur. I didn't want
it to happen this way.

Elizabeth. If you would
only try to understand.

Listen, Anne.
I'll go mad if you don't ..

Of course, I'm only an outsider.

But I suggest you all sit down quietly
and make a deal in an intelligent way.

Anne, I think this is
the most despicable ..

Don't you think so, Mr Wilson?
- Yes. Let's sit down and settle it.

Alright.

I think it's the best thing to do.

Elizabeth, control yourself.
- What do you think you're going to do?

Anything reasonable. That's all.

You want me to apologize for
spending the day with your wife?

No. You don't have to apologize.
What is done is done.

So, what do you expect me to do?

I am a lawyer.

So what are you going to do?

My advice is, since the whole thing is
be done quietly and in good taste ..

You think you can handle the case?

I think so.

Alright. I retain you.

In that case, I think it's wise
that we adjourn at this time.

It's now exactly 12:30.

We'll resume and take everything
up in a proper way tomorrow.

No. I want to thrash this
thing out right now.

I think we'll accomplish
much more in the morning.

At any rate, there are one or
two points I need to look up.

You're making a mistake.

It's an open-and-shut case.

We can disregard the train incident and
proceed along less spectacular lines.

I'm sure Mr Wilson will
consent to incompatibility.

Sure.

I think that's so much nicer.

Tomorrow here, you say?
- Right.

Goodnight, Miss Rogers.
You're here tomorrow?

Yes. Goodnight.

Come, Elizabeth.
- Goodnight, Miss Rogers.

I'll be here too.

Ken. My dear.

Tomorrow, Julie.
I can't stand any more tonight.

Get a good night's rest.

Goodnight, Miss Rogers.

Now will you kindly explain to me what
you meant by making that grand gesture?

Anne, do you hear me?

I have nothing to say.

You have nothing to say?

For the first time in your life
you have nothing to say.

Your pride has been hurt.
Your vanity has been wounded.

It is ..

It's a little discouraging.

Have it that way if you want.

What are we going to do about it?
- I don't know.

So, what are you going to do about this?
- I haven't made up my mind.

Didn't we agree we'd be
free to go our own ways?

Yes we did.

I didn't know this would happen.
- But it did.

I didn't want it to happen.
- But it did.

That isn't important.

Anne.

I am sorry.
- So am I.

Anne. You act the way you boasted
you never would. You're jealous.

I'm not jealous.

So, what is it then?
- It's just different.

You women are all alike.

Everything is just different with you.

Anne, I don't understand you.

You've always been broadminded
and tolerant and sophisticated.

It's not that.
- What is it then?

You know what it is.

You lied to me.

Not only did you lie but you asked
me as a good sport to help you.

Anne, darling.

You know I don't care
a hoot about Julie.

Why, all this is just ..

I never thought I'd do that to anybody.

I'm not jealous.

I know I'm not jealous.

I guess I'm just hurt.

I didn't think I could be hurt.

I won't be hurt.

It just feels funny.

'Soup manufacturer drops three storeys'.

'E.K. Willis plunges from fire escape'.

'Police say he had taken poison'.

'15 minutes later. Peter Fleming,
the janitor, heard the crash'.

'And rushed into the narrow
area south of the building'.

'He found Mr Willis dead'.

'Clad only in his pyjamas'.

Oh.

Clad only in his pyjamas.

'National give-a-job week. If you need
a mason, a bricklayer, a carpenter ..'

'An upholsterer, a gardener,
a bookkeeper or a clerk'.

'Just call Give-A-Job Chairman ..'

'Who will supply you with an honest
unemployed man at a moment's notice'.

'Call 2-4-4-2-2'.

'Those things you have been
putting off. Get them done now'.

Hello?

Get me 2-4-4-2-2.

Hello? Give-A-Job Chairman?

This is Mr Bixby talking.

Bixby.

Yes.

Could you supply me with a
dignified gentleman of 45 or 50 ..

Who knows something of the law?

Could you send him over right away?

Clayton? Mr Clayton.

Good.

At the Palmer.

Mr Bixby. K. L. Bixby.

Room 603.

Thank you.

Anne.

What time does the New York train leave?
- You know the schedule as well as I do.

Are you going with me?

Don't you think you'd
better get someone else?

Here is an itemized
statement of your accounts.

Now listen, Anne. You know I'm
absolutely helpless without you.

I might just as well stay right in this
bed if you're going to leave me.

Did you say anything, Anne?

It's no use, Ken.
I'm not going to laugh at you.

It is now .. ten thirteen.

In seventeen minutes the companionable
atmosphere in this room ..

Will be charged with the odor of
the court of domestic relations.

Seventeen minutes in which to
plead that you'll forgive me.

Seventeen minutes to convince you
that I have learned my lesson.

That I know now more than ever
how much you mean to me.

That I am sorry.

That I love you.

That I want you.

Good morning.

Excuse me. I thought ..

Come back in two weeks.
- Are you ill?

Certainly not.
- I'll be back later.

I'll still be here.

Is he ill?
- No. He's nuts.

If you must be up in 17 minutes
not get up and get dressed?

I'm not going to get up.

I shall testify from my sick bed.

Will you please call Mr Bixby's room.

Mr Bixby?
- Yes. Mr Clayton calling.

Give me room 603 please.

Theodore.

Ah, Pop.

My son is so full of exuberance.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Mr Clayton? Come right in.

How do you do?

Hello. My son.

Hello there.
- How do you do?

Just sit over there
on the couch, my boy.

This is Mr Clayton, Miss Rogers.

How do you do?
- I'm going to see the porter.

Miss Rogers, you may stay.
- No thank you.

Are you ill, sir?
- Certainly not.

Now Mr Clayton, I think I have
something for you but ..

I'm afraid I cannot use the boy.

Would you mind if he waited
in the lobby for an hour?

No, not at all.
Theodore, wait downstairs.

I want to go to the five-and-ten, Pop.
- No.

Please, Pop.

Alright.

Here you are, son.
Buy yourself a chocolate bar.

That's alright. You don't have to ..
- Let him have it.

What's your name?

Theodore. What's your name?
- Ken.

Thank you very much, sir.

Goodbye, Theodore.
- Goodbye, Ken.

Now, Mr Clayton.

Have you ever served on a jury?
- Yes. I've done jury duty many times.

Did you enjoy it?

I can't say I enjoyed it.

It was interesting of course, but
sometimes the lawyers talk too much.

Exactly.

Mr Clayton. What I want you to
do for me is similar to jury duty.

I see.

At 10:30 a young man named
Mr Westlake is coming up to see me.

Mr Clayton. He is a lawyer.

Uhuh?

And he talks too much.

That's the trouble with
all those hagglers.

Right now, what I want
you to do for me ..

Is to keep that fellow
from talking too much.

How?

This is the situation.
In a little while ..

A lot of people are coming up here and
there's going to be a sort-of hearing.

This young lawyer, Mr Westlake.

Is going to try to inveigle me
into signing a lot of papers.

Don't you sign them.

That's why I want you here, Mr Clayton.

Don't you let me sign those papers.

You leave that to me.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Good morning.
- Morning.

Come in. Good morning.
- Our appointment was for 10:30.

Mr Clayton, may I present attorney
Westlake and Mr Wilson.

Mr Wilson is a friend of Mr Westlake.

I see.

Good morning.

Oh!

Oh, Ken. Are you ill?

Certainly not.

But Ken ..

What are you doing in bed?

I meant to get up but
something happened.

What?

Well, I lost the bottom of my pyjamas.

Ah.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Now.

Now let's play like ..

My bed was the witness stand.

It seems to me Mr Bixby you're treating
this matter with a great deal of levity.

Now, Arthur. I have the right
to arrange my own courtroom.

Move that table over to the right.

Mr Clayton, you move
that one over the left.

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. I hereby declare
the court open for general session.

Before I begin ..

I should like to know why this gentleman
will remain and in what capacity?

You needn't worry for one
minute about Mr Clayton.

Might I ask Mr Clayton if you have been
retained by Mr Bixby as a legal adviser?

Now Arthur, you can't talk to Mr Clayton
like that or Mr Clayton won't like you.

I refuse to go on with the case until
I know why Mr Clayton is here.

Don't talk so much, young man.
Down to business.

Whee. Goody, Mr Clayton.

Come on, Arthur. Let's start.

Very well. Now I shall begin.

Mr Bixby. I've been
up the entire night ..

In an effort to work out a procedure
where Julie may obtain her divorce.

So she may be free to marry you.

It's the only thing that can happen
since you compromised her.

Wait a moment now.

I should like to rise for
a point of information.

Certainly, sir.

Which of the young ladies
present was compromised?

The young lady on my right.

You have my deepest sympathy, ma'am.

I have not been compromised.

There you are, Arthur.
Your whole case shot to pieces.

Wait a minute.
- Don't worry, Harvey. We have facts.

Just what are the facts?

Don't let him talk too much, Mr Clayton.
- Leave that to me.

Facts or no facts. I can't marry Julie.

Why not?
- It may interfere with my career.

I know Julie understands that.
- Of course I do.

There you are.

Julie doesn't know what she's saying.
She must marry you or you will be a cad.

Just a moment. Julie must marry me?

To save my honor?

I should like to rise for
a point of information.

Certainly, sir.

I should like to know exactly why
the young lady has to get married.

Mr Clayton.

Mr Clayton has asked for the facts.

Therefore, I shall give him the facts.

For six years.

For six years,
Mr Harvey Wilson on my left.

And Mrs Wilson, his
wife Julie, on my right.

Were united in holy matrimony.

They were happy.

Well?
- Until yesterday.

When there appeared on the scene ..

A man who previously had a strange
romantic claim on the lady's affections.

Arthur.

He asserted the claim in such
a manner that this woman ..

Hypnotised by his glamour ..
- Arthur. That's ridiculous.

Delivered herself for
hopes and her future.

To what she sincerely
hoped was a reborn love.

She did?

They did.

Stop him, Mr Clayton.
He's talking too much.

Don't let this man's protestations
influence you. The facts are there.

He betrayed her.

He did?

Betrayed her and re-betrayed her.

In civilised society such actions
should not go unchallenged.

Mr Clayton, I ask you.

Let us think of our children.

Can we let such flagrant transgressions
be condoned before their trusting eyes?

Mr Clayton. I ask you Mr Clayton.

Am I right or am I wrong?

Mr Clayton, I ask you again.

Am I right or am I wrong?

You're right.

There. You said I have no case.
- Anne. Give me five dollars.

Arthur, you ought to be ashamed.

Deceiving a poor stupid man like that.

My dear young lady, you should be
the last to talk about deceiving.

I know you may think I'm stupid.

I'm proud to say I have
always been a good father.

Mr Clayton, you're fired.
You're a bad juror and a worse judge.

No thank you.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

At least you can make
an honest woman of her.

Julie?

I will report you to the
Society for Moral Uplift.

Good day, sir.

You know, that's what's
the matter with this country.

He was my friend.
Here today, gone today.

Ah well. Tut-tut. That's life.

Whoever he is, Mr Clayton
hit the nail on the head.

Julie will marry Mr Bixby.

I will not marry Ken
unless he wants me to.

Come on now, everybody.
Here are the agreements.

Everything in black and white.

Sign here.

What?

Would you mind being serious?

What?
- What?

Now look here, mister ..

Bixby.
- Bixby.

That's a childish game.

Now then, stop it.

Darn it, Will you shut up.

Arthur, leave your papers and
I'll try to see that they're signed.

Why can't you sign them now?
- What?

Arthur. Ken. Please.

Mr Westlake, since your entire case
depends on having those papers signed ..

Don't you think it would be best to
let Mrs Wilson do it in her own way?

Yes, Arthur.

Let Julie do it alone.

I shall ..

I shall give him just one hour.

I shall wait in the lobby for your call.

Let me look those papers over.

Well, Mr Bixby?

Oh.
- Oh.

Oh.
- Oh.

Come, Elizabeth.

I hope you will do what is right.

Good day, Miss Rogers.

Now, Mr Wilson.

I would be an awful cad if I
took your wife away from you.

Gosh, I'm all for it.

What?
- Sure.

I'm very willing for you to have Julie.

That's very magnanimous of you.

Suppose I don't want to do this?

Oh, don't think about me.

I thought it best to talk the
matter over quietly. You know.

Of course, I can get Arthur with
his legal arguments but ..

Why let everybody know about it?

I don't want to get sore and ..

And fight you over it.

I think this is the best way. Don't you?

Miss Rogers, isn't there some
better way of handling this?

Huh?

I think this is pretty good.

Well.

Alright. If that's the way
everybody feels about it.

Give me those papers. I'll sign them.

Right here.

Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Hello there.

Hello Ken.
- Hello.

Oh. I beg your pardon.
I was looking for ..

Junior.
- What's the matter?

Your little face is covered with
chocolate. Where did you get it?

He gave it to me.
- Go in the bathroom and wash it off.

Didn't your father ever learn not
to give you candy before lunch?

Giving him chocolate.

A great kid, Junior.

Wait a minute.

A great kid, Junior.
- But I don't understand.

Who is Junior?

Can't you guess?

Why ..

Why ..

I didn't know you were married.
- Why no.

I am not.
- You are not?

Bohemian.
- Oh Ken.

The poor kid.

What do you mean 'poor kid'?

Junior has got as good a
brain as any kid his age.

How old is Junior?

Eight or nine.

How old is he, Anne?
- Eight and a half.

Eight and a half.

But why didn't you tell me?

I never tell anyone about Junior.

Ken.

What's the matter, Junior?
- Pardon me. Where is my Pop?

Pop?
- Pop?

Pop?

Here it is.

Here is your pop.

There. Go along.

It's the darnedest thing.
We never could get him to drink milk.

I was like that.

I never liked it either.
- Neither did I.

Eight and a half?

But Ken, that was before we ..

No, darling.
- Oh, Ken.

My sophomore year.

I might have known.

I'm disappointed in you, Ken.

I guess I'm just weak.

Listen, Julie. This needn't make a
difference. It's perfectly alright.

But Harvey ..
- Even I shouldn't stand in your way.

And there you backing down
all on account of a little ..

Something that happened years ago.

You mean I should regard it as a ..
- As an escapade.

Oh. An escapade.

I won't have Junior called an escapade.
- That's what he is.

We could send him to school somewhere.
- Easy.

No. I'll educate the boy myself.

Where's the boy's mother?

She deserted me.

Good. Then you can sign right here.
That's fine. Right here.

No.

No. It is ..

Anne.

Look .. Mrs Wilson.

Do you know who Junior's mother was?
- You mean ..?

What difference does it make?
- I think Mrs Wilson should know.

Of course, it wouldn't be fair
to tell you her real name.

But Mrs Wilson .. it was 'Miriam'.

Miriam?

Who the heck .. who is Miriam?

Miriam?

But I am ..

Oh, Ken.

You promised me I would be Miriam.

Not entirely, Julie.

Miriam could not have a child.

She fooled me.

Good heavens.

Just a minute, Julie.

No, Harvey.

Do you know what you've done?

You have killed the other me.

Come, Harvey.

Harvey.

Yes, angel?

Come.

That's what I cannot fathom about her.
- Ask him.

You see, that's what I don't
understand about her.

It's perfectly simple.

You see, Julie and I always claimed
there were two of each of us.

There's the real person who eats
and sleeps whom everyone sees.

Then there's the other unreal person
who lives in a world all by himself.

Julie claimed that these two 'us's.

Would always belong to each other.

That's why she said
I killed the other her.

In other words ..
- I see.

I think I'll take all four of me home.

I hope you're not sore at me.

Not at all. I'm sorry to see you go.

That's alright.

Let's get out of here.

Anne, take me back.

I'm leaving for somewhere alone.

Junior.

Hurry up.

If you didn't intend going with
me, why did you help me?

I'm just Annie. The good sport.

Anne.

Pardon me.

Oh, Junior.

Anne, give him f-i-v-e dollars.

Oh boy. Five.

Here is a dollar.
- Oh.

Take a taxi home.
- I can walk, thanks.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Anne, if you don't take me back
I shall jump out of the window.

Don't be quaint.
- I mean it.

I shall jump.

Just as Mr Whatsisname did.

Clad .. only in his pyjamas.

If you're going to jump, jump.

What .. only in my pyjamas?

Well.

Here I go.

It's looking like a mile to the ground.

I guess I can make it.

You are heartless.

Well.

Give me a little push.

Ken.

Ken.

Ken!

Ha. Do you love me?
- Why do you risk your life?

You love me.
- Come in here.

You come out here. A suicide pact.
- You fool.

You come in here.

Stop it, Ken.

Stop it.
- You know my terms.

Darn it. Alright.

Whee!

..w-g..